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a-republican-mind · 2 years

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I know it’s a late for this and half of y’all know that today is my birthday, I’m 23 now! But still I did this🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳💖💖💖💖💖❤❤❤❤🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂😸😸😸🥰🥰🥰🎆✨🎆✨🎆✨🤠🍰💞

I would like to thank the following people that I consider important to me here which are: @gingergirl33 @classic-hollywood-glam (best friend) @leave-her-to-heaven @theawesomeprincess (best friend) @brividofelino @sickofallthebullshit @bleublanc @lineamahayla, @spooky-froll, @mozzafiato-vita (bestie) @queenofthezitcream, @courageinthelight, @onefootin1941, @1774774774 @robot17 @kitty-batass, @pinkfairiesteaparty, @ao-fc, @spiritsdancinginthenight, @bloodstained-porcelain-doll, @mypassionforfashionjewelry, @dashingwishes @teaandmags, @sunnydays927, @pakgirls530, @shedreamsintechnicolor @becauseihaveyourback @leoprime13 @moonlitmartyr (bestie) @bluemoonblueblood (BEST OF FRIENDS) @anonymous-stawberry @firanka @holly-b-gamble, @shy-and-reserved, @mydmsthings, @cutiepiecheesebake (bestie) @madaboutshoes, @jwclapton, @teamliberty, @smol-fangirl-bean, @o-jardim-das-flores @spaecettimes, @calm-traditionalism, @a-ffection, @a-doll-like-you @japantonic @zarinaa113 @myhoneysweet, @graciemonaco @thoughtful-blonde (bestie) @alienconstruct @pixelatedprofilepic, @franciegummstarstruck, @babybeatnik, @she-got-grit @all-american-toaster, @glamourofyesteryear, @alwayseatyourvegetables, @tess6, @yes-annec, @coccinata (bestie) @finnobhair @p-a-r-i-s-i-e-n-n-e, @houseofwindsorfan, @gingers-angel, @thotpatroleum (BASED BESTIE, I hope that you’re still okay and happy early birthday) @watch-dogs-hacker (bestie) @writer-not-writing-help, @myquestformeestaceesm (BFF) @wranglerpunkymonroe, @atomika89, @gracefarrell @saintsevieria @avasgal, @sirespet @hopefulmillennial, @hebrews13two, @loveliestoftheroyals, @myleia, @based--jedi–jedi (bestie) @hermeticunt, @trekkiehood, @jcsgc1 @swifty-sparrow @paniccats, @another-trad-girl-blr, @fawnfreckled, @madame-bovary-cest-moi @iloveyoubingobronson, @obscure-curiosities, @gravisdumsuavis @yeshua-maranatha @a-beautiful-crow (based bestie) @theannecordeliashirley, @gardenofbabylons, @dark-eyed-devastating-hoofer, @wewillflyhigh @dinahshore, 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Here’s me with a German flag. That little pin in my suit is coat of arms of Frankfurt Am Main. (I’m not photogenic, as you can see)

What I got, thanks for my brother for sending me a 75-dollar egift card to Chick-Fil-A. The wonderful original chicken sandwich, the waffle fries, the great homemade lemonade, and ice cream!

And finally, I had my cake and a Chick Fil A cookie that I ordered at the last moment. Those cookies come with a red sticker and here what I do with them

Put them on this Lego plane that I had for 7 years.

What did I get? Good question...

All of this, I wish there was more gifts but I’m happy with what I have.

That’s all I had to share! It took me 7 hours to finish this post! So... yeah. Anyways, may God bless you and have a good morning/day/night, wherever you see this!!!!

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sarahsmi13s · 1 year

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The Promotion

(not my gif)

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x fem!oc

characters: jake seresin, fem!oc, the bradshaw family (hlg)

warnings: suggestive, baby fever, pregnancy, holidays, hangman interacting w/ children (yes, this is a warning), gets a little angsty at the end, i’m sorry if i missed any

word count: ~4.2k (again, i got VERY carried away lol)

a/n: this story is inspired by ‘His Little Girl’ (bradley bradshaw x reader) by the lovely @roosterscockpit ( @milesdickpic ) and this is where the bradshaw family is from. also, yes, the oc is based on me lol

this can be read alone, but is a part two to ‘Smart Cookie’

It was finally Christmas Break!

Sarah had two weeks off from school and the squad had landed a two week leave for Christmas as well. Giving them plenty of time to go home to see family.

Jake was loving it, and Sarah was too.

He had let his hair grow out just a bit and didn’t shave as often, having a shadow constantly. Not that she was complaining.

His hair was the perfect length to hold onto and the beard did wonders for her.

Ever since the day they had watched Leia, they could barely stay away from each other…. Or off each other, for that matter.

But there were places and times, and right now was not one of those times.

****

Sarah was currently trying to clasp her necklace, but her nails just weren’t cooperating. She huffed and exhaled slowly, trying not to get frustrated over something so small.

“Everything alright over there?” Jake asked, picking up a watch. She sighed and laid the necklace down. “Yeah, my nails just can’t hold the clasp down long enough and I can’t see to hook it.”

He hummed, walking over as he fastened the watch, “You need help?” “Yes, please.” He kissed her head as he reached to pluck the necklace off the counter.

Jake clasped the necklace, kissing her neck afterwards.

He almost left it a that, but the way she relaxed had him planting kiss after kiss on her throat. He also noticed that the necklace was one with a J on it that he got her for their anniversary. That really spurred him on.

He loved people knowing she was his, and she loved to tell people. Whether it be with jewelry, or matching outfits.

Jake gripped her plush hips, pulling her back towards him while he kissed her neck. Her messy bun gave him full access to her neck.

He moved to pull the matching sweater off, but she turned around to stop him.

“Jake, as much as I want to, we will be late if we don’t leave in five minutes. And you hate being late,” she said, her palms flattening on his chest. He shrugged and pulled at the belt loops of her plaid skirt, “We should be in Texas right now, so technically they aren’t expecting us.”

It was true, they were gonna fly to Texas at the beginning of the week to spend half with his family and then drive to spend the second half with her family. But, unfortunately, Texas got some serious snow and all flights to Texas were canceled for two days. So, they decided to just stay in California and FaceTime for Christmas.

“It’s a work party Jake, I’d like to go. Plus they do an awards thing, and I’m up for some of them,” Sarah gave him her best puppy eyes. She had also bought something to match an outfit Jake already had and she would be damned if she didn’t wear it. It took her forever to find a skirt that matched his jacket.

Jake couldn’t resist her puppy eyes, and in the lighting of the bedroom her brown eyes looked almost amber and he was a goner. “Okay, let’s go.” She smiled and kissed him. He sighed into the kiss and pulled her to him again.

*******

“That was great,” Sarah said as she shucked off her black jacket.

Jake chuckled as he closed and locked the door, taking his jacket off as well. “I don’t know, the barbecue was okay. Nothing like Texas though.” She laughed, flopping down onto the couch, “Yeah, it doesn’t hold a candle to your uncle’s restaurant. But the dessert was heavenly!”

He plopped down beside her, pulling her legs up into his lap. “Which dessert?” “The peach cobbler!” He arched a brow, “The peach cobbler that you made?” She propped herself on her elbows, “Are you saying it wasn’t good?” “You know damn well that’s not what I’m saying,” Jake laughed, swatting at her thigh.

Jake slipped off her heels, massaging the soreness out of her feet and ankles.

“Did you have a favorite dessert?” She asked, resting her hands on her stomach. He shrugged, “I didn’t really eat a lot of it.” “Why not?”

He smiled mischievously at the question and shifted to face her, his hands resting on her knees. “Because I had dessert waiting for me at home.”

Before she could say anything, he was pushing her skirt up and pulling her leggings down.

*****

After their little rendezvous on the couch, they decided to go ahead and turn in. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve and they were going to Rooster’s for a get together, since they were the only ones that didn’t go home for Christmas.

Sarah was in the en suite bathroom washing her face. Her hair was up in a ponytail and a headband kept it out of her face. She had on one of Jake’s worn out t-shirts and some sweatpants.

From his position on the bed, Jake noticed Sarah messing with the fabric of the t-shirt around her stomach.

He frowned. She often did that when she felt self-conscious, or the shirt felt like it looked too tight. He sat his book down and went over to her.

His arms went around her middle, “Hey, what’s wrong?” She sighed, resting her hands on his and looking at where they connected, “Just feels tight.” Jake pecked her shoulder, “You look beautiful, Honey.” She chuckled, “I just washed all my makeup off.” He met her eyes in the mirror, “I said what I said.” She bashfully looked away, a small sigh leaving her lips.

He turned her around and hoisted her onto the bathroom counter.

One of his hands moved from her waist to cup her cheek, “I mean it. You’re fucking breathtaking.” She smiled as she brought her hands up to scratch his jaw, looking into his eyes and seeing the gold flecks among the green, “So are you.” She pulled him in for a kiss.

It was tender, one where they didn’t have to move fast. It was slow but just as passionate.

After a few moments, they broke apart, eyes still closed as they embraced each other.

“I can’t wait to give you your gift tomorrow. I really hope you like it. I worked hard on it,” Sarah said after a moment of quiet as she looked up at him. “I’m sure I’ll love it. I hope you like yours too,” he kissed her nose. “Leia helped me pick it out.” “I’m sure I’ll love it then, Leia has impeccable taste.” Jake laughed, “We know she doesn’t get that from Rooster.”

Sarah giggled, shaking her head. Jake smiled, taking her headband off and pulling her hair out of the ponytail it was in. He scooped her up and carried her out to the bedroom, flipping the light out on his way. “The man only wears Hawaiian shirts. That’s all that’s in his closet, trust me I’ve seen it.”

She arched a brow at him, “You’ve been in Rooster’s closet?” “He needed a second opinion on a date outfit, okay!” She laughed at his defensiveness. “I’m 99 percent sure that’s what he got Leia for Christmas. The whole family’s gonna match on New Years, I guarantee it.” She laughed again and snuggled into his side.

“I can’t wait to build a family with you, Jake,” she said quietly after her laughter died down, her fingers lacing with his dog tags. He smiled and kissed her forehead, “I can’t either, Baby.”

******

Jake and Sarah woke up and got ready for their evening at Rooster’s.

“I hope you know we’re wearing matching pajamas to Rooster’s.” She said as she slid the cookie tray into the oven. Jake paused with his coffee mug to his mouth, “What?” “You heard me,” she laughed, closing the door and tossing the oven mitt onto the counter.

Hangman groaned, throwing his head back. He had to wear matching pajamas when he was a kid, and he hated it. They were always itchy and either didn’t provide any heat or felt like a damn sauna..

Sarah laughed, she had seen the photos plenty of times. She was grateful that the matching sets were done away with, and it was just a general match. Same print pants and the same color t-shirt was usually the go to.

“Jake, I’m not gonna make you wear a fuckin’ onsie, calm down,” she laughed, moving to the cooling tray and snatching a cookie. “It's just a simple pair of red plaid pants and black t-shirts,” nothing too crazy.” She paused, “Oh and fuzzy socks.”

He dramatically exhaled, “You scared me for a second, Darlin’.” He sat his mug down and went over to her.

His arms caged her into the corner of the counter. He leaned down and kissed her lips, tasting the chocolate there. “I thought those were for tonight?” He teased, the words humming against her lips.

She picked up one and handed it to him, “It can be our little secret.”

Jake bent forward and snatched the cookie with his teeth, maintaining complete eye contact while doing so.

Until the cookie crumbled and his entire demeanor changed and he hurried to catch the pieces.

“Charming,” she teased, arching an eyebrow at him.

He shoved the pieces into mouth, “You love me.” She hummed, bringing her thumb up to wipe away the chocolate at the corner of his mouth, “You are very certain of that, aren’t you?” “As certain as I am about my flying skills,” he smirked, but his eyes trailed down to her lips as she wrapped them around her thumb to lick the chocolate off.

She gave him a sly smile before ducking under his arm.

“You can’t just do that and walk away!”

**********

When they pulled into Rooster’s driveway, Leia was running outside and to Jake’s side of the truck.

“Vapor!” Jake shouted when he opened the door. “Uncle Jakey!” She clambered up and into his lap, her curls bouncing under her Santa hat. She practically tackled him into a hug, causing him to laugh when he hit the backrest.

Sarah giggled to herself as she got out of the truck.

“Excuse me! Ma’am, get your ass back in this vehicle,” Jake said, climbing out of the truck with Leia still attached to him. He rounded the front as Sarah rolled her eyes and hoisted herself back into the vehicle and closed the door.

She knew better than to fight him on this. She learned that on their first date.

He opened the door, offering her a hand. She took it and stepped down. Jake turned his head to look at Leia, “When you get older, if a man doesn’t open doors for you- tell me or your daddy and we’ll set him straight. Understand?” Leia nodded, “Understood.” Her nod was accompanied by a little salute.

Sarah smiled at the two, one hand on her stomach as one reached out to push hair behind Leia’s ear. “Are you excited to open some gifts tonight, Little V?” She nodded and patted Jake’s shoulder to tell him she wanted down.

Jake moved to the backseat grabbing the gifts while Sarah picked up Leia and carried her into the house. “I really think you’re gonna like Uncle Jake’s gift, Aunt Sarah,” Leia whispered in her ear. Sarah smiled and looked at her, “You think so, Vapor?” She nodded, “I helped him pick it out!”

Leia’s face became serious, “But I’m not gonna tell you what it is.” Sarah laughed, “Darn it! That was gonna be my next question!” She tickled Leia’s tummy a little bit, making the girl laugh and squirm away from her.

When they stepped in the door, Alyssa and Rooster were meeting them.

Sarah put Leia down to give them each a hug, “Hey guys!” “Hey, I’m so glad you guys could make it!” Alyssa smiled as she moved to hug Jake. “Thank you for having us!” Jake and Rooster bro-hugged. “Of course Hangman.”

Leia pulled at Jake’s pant leg, “Uncle Jake, let’s go put presents under the tree!” She grabbed his hand and he let her lead him to the living room.

“We were just finishing up getting stuff set up,” Alyssa said, walking toward the kitchen. Sarah nodded following her, “I’ll help you.” Rooster shook his head, but before he could speak piano notes filled the house.

Sarah smirked, “I think Vapor girl beat you to the piano, Roo.”

From the living room Jake can be heard saying, “I think you’re better than Rooster.” Which, in turn, prompted Rooster to march into the living room.

The two girls laughed, shaking their heads at the two pilots' antics and going to the kitchen.

When they got to the kitchen, they got everything set up. “Shit I left the cookies with the presents,” Sarah cursed under her breath as she threw her head back. “Jake!” “Yeah babe?” “Can you bring me the cookies? They should have been with the gifts!”

It was silent for a second.

Then little socked feet were heard and Leia came in with the container, “Here ya go Aunt Sarah!” “Thank you honey.” She smiled and then ran back into the living room.

Once they got it set up, they relaxed before calling the other three in.

“You wanna drink?” Alyssa offered. But when she didn’t receive an answer, she turned and saw Sarah deep in thought. “Hey, you okay?”

Sarah blinked, humming in confusion before answering, “Oh yeah, I’m good. Just got lost in my thoughts for a second.” Alyssa nodded, “Oh okay.” She gestured to the fridge, “Did you want anything?” “What do you have?” “Rooster’s nasty ass beer, there’s wine in the cabinet. Then juice boxes and water.” “Water would be great.”

She handed her a bottle, “There ya go.” “Thank ya ma’am.” “Of course.”

They sat in silence for a moment.

“Oh how’d that doctor’s appointment go? Everything okay?” Sarah nodded, one hand coming to rest on her stomach again, playing with the fabric.

Alyssa picked up on that and nearly dropped her drink, “Wait, are you- OH MY GOD-” Sarah shushed her, laughing a little at her enthusiasm. “Yes, I am. But it’s a secret for now so keep it on the downlow, please.” Alyssa nodded, “Yeah, yeah, of course.” She gave her a quick hug, “How far along are you?” “Six weeks, today, actually.” She laughed, “Bradley was not kidding about that baby fever.” Sarah laughed and shook her head, “No, no he was not.”

They shared the moment a little longer, talking about Alyssa’s experience when she was pregnant with Leia and how Sarah planned to coach as she progressed in her pregnancy, then what she planned to do after the baby was born.

After that they called the boys and Leia into the kitchen, Gunner trotting dutifully by Leia’s side.

******

When they finished eating and catching up, they moved to the living room to open gifts.

Leia sat on the floor with Rooster and Hangman, Gunner was in Bradley’s lap, with Sarah and Alyssa on the couch. “Who’s first?”

Jake reached over and grabbed a present, “This one’s for Vapor.” He smiled and gave her the box, “This one’s from me and Aunt Sarah.” Leia giggled and grabbed the box, tearing into the wrapping paper to reveal a box.

She shook it a little, the bottom falling into her lap as she tossed the top over her head. A little gasp left her mouth and Sarah and Jake smiled at each other. “What is it?” Bradley asked, looking over Leia’s shoulder. “Oh that’s fucking cool.”

“Let me see, hold it up honey,” Alyssa said, scooting to the edge of the couch. Leia smiled and held up her gift.

It was a green bomber jacket, like the one she’s seen her Papa Mav wear a lot. It had a name patch that read “Vapor” and underneath it was her name. Her squadron patch said “Junior Dagger” and she had a Star Wars patch on one of the sleeves. Along with a new pair of aviators and a plane necklace.

“That’s so cute! Where did you guys find that?” Alyssa asked, looking between the couple. Sarah smiled, “Jake found a customizer online and ordered the patches. We found the jacket at Target and one of my friends is the Home Ec teacher, she was more than willing to do the patches.”

Leia jumped up and nearly knocked Jake to the ground in a hug, “Thank you!” She ran over and hugged Sarah, “Thank you! I love it!” She smiled, “I’m glad!”

****

They opened a few more gifts.

Jake had gotten Rooster a Christmas themed Hawaiian shirt.

The exchange went something like this:

“Really?” “I’ve been in your closet, Roo! You have one for just about every holiday, except Christmas! I thought it was about time you- DON’T THROW WRAPPING PAPER AT ME!”

They then proceeded to have a paper ball fight for 10 minutes.

Bradley and Alyssa got a photo album for all their new adventures as a family. Jake and Sarah got matching tumbler cups with his having his call sign and hers having the honorary name the squad gave her.

Everyone had moved to the floor.

Alyssa had her back to Bradley’s chest and he leaned back against the couch. Jake and Sarah were playing with Leia and Gunner.

“They'll make such great parents one day. Just look at them,” Bradley whispered, his chin resting on her shoulder. Alyssa fought the urge to blurt out the intel she had required only a few hours ago, and she just smiled. “Yeah, yeah they will.”

As they played, Leia whispered in Jake’s ear, “Uncle Jake, is it time?” His eyes quickly cut over to Sarah, seeing her playing with the dog. He looked back at Leia, “Yeah, it’s time.” Leia giggled and went over to Sarah, grabbing a toy off the ground.

“Aunt Sarah, can I show you the tricks Gunner can do?” Sarah sat back on her heels, “Of course you can, honey!” Leia proceeded to make him sit, lay down, shake, roll over, etc.

Behind them, Jake was digging in his pocket. He caught Bradley’s eyes and he nearly panicked, then his fingers hit the velvet. Jake nodded to Bradley and Bradley pulled out his phone, opening his camera.

Leia noticed Jake moving behind Sarah and she smiled before throwing the toy and making Gunner fetch it. “Oh, that was so good! Good job, Vapor girl!”

Sarah turned to ask Jake if he had seen it but Jake wasn’t to her right anymore, “Jake, did you- Where’d you go?” He chuckled, “Turn just a little more.” She did, turning completely around.

When she did, she gasped, and one hand came to cover her mouth and the other was used to brace herself on the floor.

Behind her, on one knee, was Jake holding a small black velvet box with a gold ring inside.

After the shock wore off, Sarah sat back on her heels but didn’t bother to wipe the tears from her face.

Jake opened and closed his mouth, trying to find the words he had practiced in the mirror for weeks. He chuckled, tears lining his own eyes, “Damn it, I had this whole speech planned- and it’s all just-” He whistled, “Gone.” She giggled a little bit, shuffling a little closer.

“Don’t think, just do, Uncle Jake,” Leia said from her position in her mother’s lap, making them all laugh.

“Thanks V.” He took a deep breath. “I don’t know where to start, so I’m just gonna talk until something sticks-” “You’re good at that,” Sarah quipped, giggling as she used her shirt to dab at her eyes.

He chuckled, and pointed at her, “That, that right there, God I love that. You- God, Sarah you just- you put up with me. There I said it. I know that I’m hard to deal with, sometimes I bring Hangman home with me and it can be a lot. But you take it in stride and you put me in my place when I need it. I love walking in and smelling fresh baked goods, or hearing you yell at the game on the TV. I want to come home to that and so much more for as long as you’ll have me. Will you marry me?”

Within seconds of the words leaving his lips, they were met by hers. Mumbling ‘yes’s as tears mixed together and peppermint chapstick was smeared.

His hand blindly pulled the ring out of the box and found her hand, sliding the ring on her finger.

“Take a look, Baby,” his voice was low as he spoke against her lips before he pulled back and held her hand up. Her eyes left his, but his never left her face. He wanted to watch every microexpression.

While he hated to see her cry, he couldn’t deny the way the tears magnified the details of her irises and made her absolutely breathtaking, especially in the light of the Christmas tree. He loved her full lips, but he adored the way she’d pull both between her teeth to hide the quiver as the corner quirked up slightly.

Sarah exhaled shakily, “It’s beautiful.” Jake smiled and kissed her fingertips, “I’m glad you like it.” She looked back into his eyes, “Leia helped you pick this out?” He nodded, “Did a good job didn’t she?” “It’s perfect.”

She turned to Leia, opening her arms, “Come here, V.” The little girl giggled and ran into her arms, “So you like it?” Sarah squeezed her, “I love it.” She let her go, letting Leia go back to her mom’s lap, and turned back to Jake, giving him another kiss.

“I’ve got something for you too.” She looked at Rooster, “Keep recording.” She crawled over to the tree, grabbing the box with Jake’s name on it.

Jake sat and crossed his legs, making grabby hands at the box. “You talked this up, so it better be good.” Sarah laughed and leaned on her arm, “Just open it.” She glanced over and made eye contact with Alyssa, sending her a wink and watching her eyes widened.

“What do we have here?” Jake drawled, bringing their attention back to him. He pulled out a picture frame. “Looks like an award.” “Read it, Bagman,” Bradley said, eager to know what it said and what that wink was about.

Jake laughed as his eyes scanned the words. “Congratulations! You, Jake Thomas Seresin, have been granted a promotion?” He looked up at Sarah, confusion flickering in his eyes. “Keep going Sweetheart.” He licked his lips and kept reading, “You are being promoted from Lieutenant to…” His voice trailed off as his eyes widened, a hand coming up to cover his mouth. “Are you serious?” Sarah nodded and smiled, eyes watering a little.

Jake didn’t waste a second dropping the frame onto the carpet and pulling Sarah into his lap and letting happy tears fall onto her shoulder. “Thank you…”

“What does it say?” Rooster asked in a whisper, slightly confused by the reaction. Alyssa leaned forward and gently picked up the frame, holding it as Bradley read it. He mumbled the beginning, nodding along as he read. “You’re being promoted from Lieutenant to… Dad.” Rooster’s head jerked up to the couple embracing in his living room, down to the frame and back again.

“Holy shit!” Bradley stopped recording and took the frame to sit it on the couch.

Sarah and Jake pulled apart and looked over at him, laughing at his enthusiasm. Congratulations were spoken and hugs were given.

“Wait…” Leia’s voice was uncharacteristically quiet, drawing the attention to her. “Does this mean you’re gonna forget about me?”

Jake and Sarah shook their heads, each of them grabbing one of her hands. “Oh sweet girl,” Sarah pushed a curl behind Leia’s ear. “No, we will never forget you.” Jake’s thumb rubbed back and forth on the back of her hand, “I don’t think it’s possible to forget you.” Leia sniffled, “But when you have your baby, you won’t have time for me… And you’ll forget about me.” Tears slipped down her cheeks.

Sarah used her thumb to wipe them away. Jake sighed, “Leia, I’m not gonna promise that we’ll always have time. But I can guarantee that we will never forget you and that we will still love you. And it’s okay if you need time to adjust.” She nodded, pulling her hands away to wipe her eyes. She hugged them. “We love you, Vapor girl.” “I love you too.”

Leia yawned and rubbed her eyes as she pulled back.

Alyssa sat up. “I think it’s time for you to get to bed, that way we can be up early for when Papa Mav comes over.” Leia nodded and raised her arms to be picked up. “I’ll be right back.”

When she came back a few minutes later, they sat and talked for a few minutes.

“You know, ‘Daddy Jake’ has a ring to it,” Bradley said, sipping on his hot chocolate and sending a wink Hangman’s way. Jake groaned, laughing as he pinched his nose, “Rooster, you can’t just say things like that.”

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!

I do have a pinterest board set up for this, just to help me get into the vibe (one is to help with future parts, one is only for the current parts)

BUT

if you want to check it out and get more of a feel for the dynamic going on---- you can click right ---> here

Like mentioned in the last one, feedback is greatly appreciated!

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x fem!oc #jake seresin x plus size! fem!oc #his little girl bradley bradshaw x reader #sarah's boyfriend 😉#the promotion #christmas #christmas eve

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ghosts-and-blue-sweaters · 2 years

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I’m gonna tag as many Christian mutuals as I know, cuz I’m curious:

Do any of y’all watch/know about The Chosen?

@biathediamond @catfin12 @thatfriendlyanon @thatonecrazyfan @brown-little-robin @anamericangirl @john-hobbit-watson @leias-left-hair-bun-again @twinkofthedink

#my post #my questions

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photogirl894 · 2 years

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Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DnD campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

Thanks for the tag, @thisistheendtimes !

I've got two right now, so it's not much! 😅

The Bad Batch

"Sun and Rain"

Chapter 50 ~ "Eradication"

Arcane

"The Flower of the Lanes"

Chapter 3 ~ "The Eye of Zaun"

I'll do more for the tags just cuz!

Tagging: @darthzero22 , @oneshot-one-kill , @fantasyproductions , @leias-left-hair-bun-again , @tech-deck , @l-lend , @nahoney22 , @zoeykallus and whoever wants to!

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schrijverr · 1 year

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Page 80-81

None of us are fans of monsters. However, we decided to try Halloween again in 1990, to enjoy a night of silly costumes and alcohol. A night to be stupid kids. It is a way to reclaim something you are scared off, to take on the appearance of that what makes you keep a light on and have fun with it. Or to just be silly.

[Beneath the text on page 80 is a groups photo that Jonathan took with a timer. From left to right it is Steve, Eddie, Robin, Jonathan, Nancy and Argyle. Steve is seemingly dressed in his normal clothes, though he has a blood smear on his neck. Eddie, however, has gone all out and is the splitting image of an 18th century aristocrat, though with blood leaking from both corners of his mouth.

Robin is going as Beetlejuice. She is dressed as the 1989 movie’s version of the character, the makeup scarily accurate. However, the wig had been less than successful. With the suit, though, that doesn’t matter. It fits her well and she looks confident in her pose.

Jonathan is dressed up as Luke, awkwardly posed next to Nancy dressed as Leia and Argyle as Han Solo. Nancy is in the white dress and donut buns version of her, smirking to the camera. Argyle is smiling happily in a very un-Han Solo like manner, his hair up in a ponytail.]

Halloween 1990

Jonathan Byers, 1990

[Page 81 has three photographs on it, the upper left is of Eddie and Steve. Eddie is behind Steve, one hand in his hair and tugging his head sideways so his neck is exposed. He is pretending to feed from Steve, now clear that the smear on his neck is two little trickles. Robin told him it was boring, but it was the most Steve could be convinced to do.]

A Vampire &His Victim

Jonathan Byers, 1990

[Next to that one is Robin, posed on one of the chairs like Beetlejuice on the cover of the movie. It is scarily similar in how she widens her eyes and gives the camera a crazy look and grin.]

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice

Jonathan Byers, 1990

[Under them are Argyle, Jonathan and Nancy posed. Jonathan has a painted stick as light saber and is holding it up as if to strike, Argyle is next to him, looking seriously into the camera, hands on his hips. Nancy is next to Argyle, she is holding a fake gun and doing a spy pose, she looks a little too serious in her hold for the context. Used to a weapon not made of cardboard.]

Luke, Leia and Han Solo

Robin Munson, 1990

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#rr writing #a collection of queer photography by jonathan byers #jargancy #steddie #jonathan byers #argyle stranger things #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #steve harrington #eddie lives au #eddie munson #argyle x jonathan x nancy #steve x eddie #stranger things #st post season 4

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gospelofme · 2 years

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Impressions

Fives and Echo needed a favor, which meant they needed to chat with Bacara. It was well-known around the 501st barracks that Bacara’s impression of Obiwan Kenobi was flawless.

“Please, please, please!! If you do this one thing, we’ll give you our desserts for…” Fives looked at Echo, who was busy thinking.

“I don’t know, a month?” He replied, looking to Fives, who grimaced.

“Okay, uhm, 2 weeks?” Echo suggested. Fives whined.

“Okay, okay…uhm how about-“

“A month or no deal!” Bacara snapped. The Marshal Commander glared as Fives and Echo hastily turned around. His glare intensified when he could hear them discussing the deal in hushed tones. Finally, they turned back around.

“Deal.” Fives said, looking less than happy with having to go a whole month without dessert. In reality, it wasn’t really dessert in the common sense. But it was more like a hard breadstick with a tiny bit of icing on it. Still, it was going to be a struggle. But worth it. Bacara scared him more than Wolfe did anyways.

Bacara promptly fell into character. It was an art form. Wolfe was good at the impression, but he needed a moment to warm up.

“Anakin, we need to talk.” Obiwan’s voice came out of Bacara’s mouth as he spoke into his comm unit on his arm. A few of Bacara’s men looked around, startled.

“Why, Master?” Came Anakin’s reply, it sounded like he was trying to be casual. Fives knew Anakin’s “I’m acting like an innocent Padawan” tone of voice. Excellent timing.

“Master Plo told me what you did. He saw everything.” It was truly like Obiwan was in the room with them.

“Okay, listen, I can explain-“

“Honestly Anakin, I just don’t know why-“

“Don’t be like that Master.”

“Just meet me in 212 barracks. Rex saw the whole thing too.”

“Oh kriff, okay okay. I’ll be on my way in just a sec-“

“No, Anakin. Now!” With that Bacara severed communication and looked at the two troopers.

“You’d better hurry and get there before he does.” Bacara’s gruff voice ordered them.

Fives and Echo sped off to go watch the rest of the show.

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@jgvfhl @thatonegreyghost @halzore

@escapedthesarlacc @eyecandyeoz

@adriiibell @echostanley @iamthespacegeneral

@discofern @leias-left-hair-bun-again

#star wars #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #commander bacara #clone trooper fives #clone trooper echo #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #captain rex #clone trooper shenanigans

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thatonebasicfan · 2 years

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16 18 and 26? :DDD

16: Thoughts on Mint Chocolate Chip

It's pretty good, not my go to ice cream flavor, but it's still pretty good.

18: Boba Tea order

I actually have yet to try Boba Tea

26: Spice Tolerance

As someone who loves Mexican food, it's obviously pretty good. I love spicy food.

Ask game

#leias-left-hair-bun-again #ask game

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The Art of Character Development in the Republic Commando Series

As many of you know, my love for the Republic Commando series is deep and enduring, and a large part of it centres on the characters of Kal Skirata and Walon Vau. Because when I love something I analyse the heck out of it, I decided to take a dive into what, from a writer's perspective, makes the two of them so interesting. After several weeks of thought, at least one rant to my parents about how these guys are SO COOL, and lots of internal monologuing, I have come up with an answer, which is that both of them are well-written examples of character archetypes that are very easy to write wrong.

Kal Skirata is a very simple man. What you see with him is pretty much exactly what you get. He's a father out to protect his sons against any and all threats, and Force help you if you are one of those threats. There. I've summed him up. This type of character is easy to turn into a cardboard cutout with no real personality beyond his overriding, defining trait, and yet - of all the many, many accusations levelled against Kal (several of which I have addressed here and here) - I've never seen anyone accuse him of being uninteresting or one-dimensional.

I believe the reason for this is that Karen Traviss made his flaws logically proceed from his strengths. Kal's single-minded love for his sons is simultaneously a strength and a weakness: it motivates him to rescue them from the Empire and set up a network to get out other clones, but it also leads him to keep information from them and make decisions for them, sometimes in ways that he shouldn't. His habit of making (often correct) snap judgements of people and situations leads him to step in and rescue the Nulls, but it also causes him to misjudge some of Etain's actions. The end result is a character who is deeply, painfully human, despite the deceptive simplicity of his motivations.

Now on to Walon Vau. Where Kal's motivations are almost entirely transparent, and a lot of what he does, you can predict from them easily, Vau frequently subverts the reader's expectations. The first time you meet him, he's been built up as a bogeyman for almost the first fourth of the book. You learn that he's responsible for Atin's scars, that he's a man who specialises in interrogation, that he makes Kal (a hardened mercenary) visibly uncomfortable...and then the first time you see him, he has this massive six-legged dog sprawled over his lap and is rubbing its ears and generally doting on it, as it drools on everything in sight. Allow me to add that this is in the middle of a military planning meeting. Huh? What happened to the bogeyman?

And that's only the first time he goes in a very unexpected direction. As soon as he's been established as a hard, cold, closed-off man who doesn't get involved with his trainees' lives more than he needs to in Triple Zero, he goes off in True Colors and (a) empties out an entire bank vault - when he is notably averse to stealing in general - to fund Skirata's clone ageing cure, and (b) gives Ordo a multi-million-dollar engagement gift for his girlfriend, just because he can.

Despite his habit of going off in entirely unexpected directions, however, Vau's actions actually make more sense the longer you think about them and the more you know about him. Each book casts new light on his past actions by revealing a new level of motivation - often one based in tragedy. However, he is never reduced to the sum of his past trauma, which is another common mistake in writing a traumatised character. He slowly but surely shows himself to be able to recognise his poor coping mechanisms and their impact, and by the end of the series he's beginning to improve them.

All in all, both of these men are excellent examples of how to take a character type that's often reduced to something that feels less than real or human, and make it both real and deeply compelling.

Taglist: @leias-left-hair-bun-again, @trashcanmando, and @kanerallels. DM me to join (or leave) the Repcomm taglist.

#star wars #republic commando #kal skirata #walon vau #kal skirata positive #character analysis #meta #winter says things #writing

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The Only One

Episode 4

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Summary: Apologies happen, Mission #2 where Poe sees you at your worst. You reach out to the energy flow again, and Lira is...nice to you?

Pairing: Poe Dameron x female original character. Fic is written in second person, but the female "you" has a name (It reads basically the same as any other xreader)

Word Count: 3.3k

Content: our neurodivergent bb is an awkward bean sometimes, flirting, mild bickering, injury, self-worth probs, hurt/comfort, not beta'd

PREVIOUSLY on "The Only One"...

you opened yourself up, just for a moment to the flow of energy around you. Sometimes you could touch it - feel it - around you, inside you. Maybe it could heal you.

But you would have to close yourself off to it again before you arrived back on base.

Before you were near Leia Organa again.

THEN...

Poe Dameron rarely found himself at a loss for words. His charm and easy manner made it easy to talk to anyone about almost anything. Conversation was as natural to him as breathing.

So not knowing what to say to you was something new for him.

Normally, your exploits on the type of mission from which you just returned would make you a hero. You were shot completing a critical mission. Leia wanted to give you a medal.

But you refused. You asked for solitude.

You kept to yourself for a little while after the mission. Poe took this to heart. It was his fault you got hurt, after all. You did your job. His job was to protect you, but he failed.

It really hit him hard when you weren't the one working on his ship after his next few missions. He asked Perrha how you were doing. The answer was, "quiet."

He finally saw you eating lunch one day and decided to at least try to apologize for almost getting you killed.

What he didn't know was that you were wounded. Of course he knew you had been shot, but the wound in your side was slow to heal with only bacta patches. You had been hesitant to reach out to the energy flow on the Resistance base, with Leia around. A dip in the bacta tank would have been beneficial for you, but since you couldn't or wouldn't do that, unbeknownst to Poe, some of your solitude was simply spent healing.

Therefore, when he approached you, your eyes lit up and you gave him the sweetest, brightest smile, completely stopping him in his tracks. At first, he was so surprised you would be granting him this affection that he paused and looked over his shoulder, assuming you must be seeing someone more to your liking - maybe Perrha.

"Poe!" You called, with a cute little wave. Realizing your voice had carried, you covered your mouth as if saying, 'oops!' and then tried again. "Commander Dameron," you breathed as he reached your table.

"Elia," he couldn't help but smile back at you, his brown eyes twinkling with warmth and relief. "It's so good to see you. How are you?"

You quickly scooted over so Poe could share the bench with you. "I'm good. I'm fine. How are you?" You quickly redirected. "How was your mission?"

"Successful," he slowly answered, taking a seat beside you. His eyes scanned you over, as if checking to make sure you really were okay. As far as he could tell, you were as adorable as ever: Resistance issued attire, pants tucked into unlaced boots. Twin buns on the top of your head, a row of silver earrings along your ear, and that damn little gray backpack with the frayed straps.

"You look good," he thought aloud, happy that you seemed better.

Yanking on your backpack straps, you shrugged one shoulder. "I look the same every day I think. You look good, though. But you always look the same too," you rambled. "Well, most of the time. Sometimes you have dirt on your face or you wear a different shirt, or sometimes your hair is like more curly or wavy, especially if you - "

"Ells," Poe interrupted, a wry smile curling his lips. "Thank you."

That silenced you. The two of you ate your lunches in serenity. And miraculously, you were left alone. No one interrupted you, which was rare.

Finally, Poe nudged your shoulder with his. "I'm glad you're feeling better. I missed you."

"Oh," your head dropped as you paused mid-chew. You felt terribly about how you'd treated Poe the day you were shot. And your body took so long to heal...

"I'm sorry, Poe - "

"Ells, I'm so sorry - "

You both blurted, pausing and sharing a slightly embarrassed chuckle.

"I'm sorry I let you get hurt," Poe went on. "I should have protected you and...you could have been killed. I'm so sorry. I haven't even known what to say to you."

You shook your head in disbelief. "No, I'm sorry. I completely just...was myself and ruined everything and put you in danger and Dane too. And then I was so...I shouldn't have..." How could you explain your behavior without giving away your secret?

"You have nothing to apologize for. Nothing," Poe replied resolutely. "You completed your mission - you were...Ells, you were brilliant. The Resistance has been able to drive the First Order out of that entire system because of what you did."

You stared at the table, fidgeting in your seat. "Thank you," you quietly returned. Turning to gaze at Poe, you gently smiled. "Thank you for saving my life."

He melted.

Poe had always found you cute, and your quirks endearing, but this was the first time he felt...yeah. He was pretty sure he had a crush on you.

NOW...

Your first mission together after you went on date #1 was similar to the first mission - the one where you got shot.

You were there to do some reprogramming and basically be a pain in the First Order's ass in any technical way possible.

But the mission was to be carried out on the swampiest, muggiest, most humid planet in the galaxy. Worse than Dagobah. This wreaked havoc on your equipment...and your mood.

The worst problem besides the damp humidity was the actual size of the bugs. It was something you got hyper-focused on as soon as one the size of Poe's hand landed on your neck.

You screamed.

You were then simultaneously silenced by Poe and scolded by Dane.

Then you launched into a speech about how none of your tech was going to work correctly, how the Resistance was wasting their time wanting control of a place like this... it wasn't your finest moment.

But you were miserable, and these thoughts tended to pour out with no filter. Plus did everyone forget the giant bug that attacked you?

Poe was at a bit of an impasse with you and Dane. He liked Dane by his side on missions. They could predict one another's moods and almost communicate in their own shorthand. Dane may be as blunt as you, but he was a capable and trustworthy solider.

But the two of you were oil and water. Dane knew just how to push your buttons, it seemed. And you could not resist the urge to correct him or get the last word every single time.

So, once again, Poe sent Dane to check the perimeter while he stayed with you.

“Elia, how you holding up?” he asked you quietly. “Almost done?”

“I don’t like him,” you huffed. “I don’t like this planet. I want to leave.”

Poe tried to be patient but he was a little exasperated by this point. “Stay focused, okay? Almost done. Then we’ll make camp tonight and get you out of here first thing in the morning.” And definitely no more missions with the two of you together. Didn’t he think that last time?

“It hurts,” you sniffled, trying to stay focused on finishing your reprogramming.

Poe’s dark eyebrows pinched with concern. “What hurts?”

You shouldn’t have said that out loud. He couldn’t know about your pain - what hurt and why.

You made your way back toward your ship, but Poe reminded you it wasn’t safe to leave until morning.

This was one of the hardest days you’d ever experienced in the Resistance. So you laid down on your sleeping mat and cried. Pain just felt so intense for you - it even blocked out your common sense sometimes.

No one had ever shown you enough patience to get past this point in a relationship. Once people experienced a bad day with you, they simply...well, typically disappeared from your life.

You were fully aware of the fact that people didn't like you. Part of you didn't care what stupid people thought. But there was a part of you that wished you weren't always on the outside of things.

Poe was the first person to ever even try to make it past one of your rough days.

Poe and Dane took turns checking the perimeter and making sure everything was safe. Finally, Poe came by to check on you one more time. He thought maybe you wanted to be left alone, but he just couldn’t rest until he at least tried to make you feel better.

“Elia…” He trailed off, unsure of how to reach you. What to say or do.

The two of you had shared such a great time on your date. You had even touched him a few times, brushing arms, or holding hands for a quick moment after high-fiving, once you hit the Holodart board.

The two of you had enjoyed a walk on the way back to base and he'd told you a little bit about his parents and his childhood on Yavin 4. He noticed you were happy to ask questions about his life, and you would ramble on in response, but you certainly didn't offer up any information about your past.

Today was frustrating for all of you. Maybe you really did need some space and he would just make everything worse by approaching you.

You were lying on your side, facing away from him. As he watched you from behind, unguarded, he noticed bites on your skin. Like…all over your skin. You must be miserable. You had made it clear enough, but like - your skin was completely covered. Yet, for some reason, you still wore your backpack.

Who was he kidding? This was a miserable mission. You were only saying what everyone was thinking. You just didn’t have the verbal filter most people possessed.

“I’m so sorry it hurts,” he whispered, listening to you sniffle. “Is it okay if I sit with you for a little bit?”

You nodded but didn’t turn around to see him.

He fell asleep right beside you, just out of reach.

The next morning, you woke up suddenly. The sun was sizzling and bugs were everywhere. In fact, the sun was high enough in the sky that you wondered why your little team hadn’t departed this awful place.

Glancing around, you noticed that Poe was still sleeping and Dane was nowhere in sight. Maybe sunrise was early on this planet. You decided maybe you better wake Poe just to be sure.

But as you leaned over to gently shake him, you noticed his lips were blue and his skin was pale.

“Poe…” You whispered, touching his shoulder. “Poe?” You touched his face. His skin burned with fever.

“Poe!” You tried to wake him up, but nothing worked. You also tried to contact Dane, but the one time you actually wanted him around, he was nowhere to be found. As usual.

"Oh no," you whispered, kneeling beside him, taking his face in your hands. "Wake up. Poe?"

Chewing on your lip, you tried to think of what could make him look like this. Was he choking? Sick, obviously. Poisoned?

With the heat searing your skin, aggravating your bug bites, it was difficult to concentrate...so you allowed your eyes to drift closed as you exhaled slowly.

Stretching out with your feelings, you opened yourself to the flow of energy around you. Sometimes it was painfully intense for you - like a raw nerve, but you had to stay calm and try to help Poe.

The flowing energy was pulsing here, and even though you wanted to leave, you began to feel the push and pull between your body and the sun's warmth, the stagnant, humid air, the squelching, swampy ground, the countless bugs and creatures that made you shudder in disgust.

Life was everywhere here, more than you realized. Creatures large and small, out of sight, blending in - the colors of mud and murky water.

Instead of fighting this place, you surrendered to its miraculous flux - its circulation of energy and life. Why didn't you do this sooner? Probably because you kept yourself closed off from it most of the time. Too dangerous.

But Poe was in trouble.

You continued caressing his face with your eyes closed. Maybe it wouldn't do anything, but it did seem to help you a little bit when blaster fire pierced your arm and your side.

"Feel me, Poe," you whispered. "Just breathe. Breathe."

A moment later, you heard him inhale sharply and start coughing.

Your eyes snapped open. "Poe?"

He tried to sit up, gasping and coughing, as if recovering from choking.

"Take it easy," you instructed. "I think you're sick. You're burning up."

He groaned in agony, flopping back down to the ground and covering his eyes with his arm. "What...the hell..."

"You have a fever," you repeated, fussing over him with concern. "Did you eat something besides our rations? Did something sting you or bite you?"

"About a million things," he groaned. "What time is it?"

"Um...pretty late. We slept longer than I expected," you tried to explain. "We need to get out of here."

So you did. Once you were zooming back to the Resistance base, you made sure a medical droid took a look at Poe. And he was sent directly to the med bay once you arrived home.

He tried to insist that you needed treatment for all your bites, but you reminded him that he was the one sick.

"Don't worry," Lira, the beauty from medical purred, "We'll take good care of him."

You abruptly huffed and turned on your heel to leave, but Poe called your name. As you scurried back to his side, he pointedly asked Lira for a moment. With an eyeroll, she left you two alone.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He gruffly asked, sounding as if he was losing his voice.

"Yes, don't worry about me," you reminded him. "They have to get your fever down, okay? And you're dehydrated."

He boldly reached for your hand. In his feverish state, he forgot to watch for signs of your discomfort with touch. If he would have been looking, he would have noticed you didn't flinch. In fact, you wrapped your fingers around his and squeezed.

"Thank you for taking care of me," he said softly, his eyes drifting closed.

Your heart burned inside your chest. You did something right.

"Elia."

You heard your name called by the one person you didn't not want to speak to up close and personal after the mission debrief. Poe was still in medical, so you had to talk more than normal, to explain your success on that dreadful planet.

General Organa waved you over to speak with you privately as the room cleared.

"Yes, General?" You nervously replied, tugging on your backpack straps.

"Congratulations on a successful mission," she began warmly. "Commander Dameron tells me you're quite the asset in the field."

You snorted. After the last mission, you were certain he might never team up with you again.

"He's...very kind," you diplomatically responded. "This mission was difficult, but I tried my best."

Her dark eyebrow arched wryly, not unlike Poe's was prone to do. "More difficult than getting shot in the line of duty?"

Fair point. Bug bites were no match in this case.

"And...you're feeling better?" She pressed. "You've healed? I understand you weren't in favor of the bacta tank."

Ugh. Leia heard about that? Did she know everything?

Her eyes momentarily flickered to your backpack, and the way your hands constantly fiddled with the straps. She granted you a knowing smile.

"I'd like to thank you for helping Poe," she redirected. "He said you found him choking? Or not breathing? And helped to resuscitate him."

You shifted uncomfortably in your unlaced boots. "Oh. I...um. Well, see, I used to program medical droids," you fibbed. You had programmed droids before but not medical droids. "And...I-I remembered some of the things they used to do...to help people. So I tried. I just tried to help Poe, you know, because he's always been so helpful to me. I mean - you know that, he's practically like your son - "

You clapped one hand awkwardly over your mouth. "Sorry, I know he's not. I mean, I know you have a son. Had a son. Have a son? I'm so sorry, Leia. General Leia. Organa." You cleared your throat awkwardly.

"It's all right," she chuckled, her dark eyes studying you with interest. Poe wasn't kidding about you rambling or being blunt. Of course, Leia herself was known for her candor. That, she could understand and appreciate.

"You're not wrong about Poe," she added. "But I think maybe you played a role you're not ready to discuss, in helping him." She paused, locking eyes with you. "I would love to talk with you...when you feel ready."

This was not good.

Leia could not be asking you questions about your...abilities. You couldn't open yourself up like that again. She could never know the darkness inside you, or in your past. Was she aware that you weren’t human? Your entire species had a dark, long forgotten past. It had to stay that way.

Poe stayed in the med bay overnight, so you went to see him first thing the next morning. You found Lira buzzing around him, checking his vitals. You thought about ducking out of there and coming back later, but you'd been spotted.

"Elia," Poe breathed, sitting up in bed.

Lira narrowed her eyes at you, but then granted you a reluctant smile. "His fever is down. He's been asking for you."

She patted Poe's arm. "Heart rate is normal. Until she walked in, anyway." She gave him a dazzling smile. She really was stunning. "I'll give you a minute."

As she tossed her shiny hair, hips swaying as she floated out of the room, you had to wonder - was Lira just nice to you?

"She's really pretty," you accidentally said out loud.

Poe laughed warmly. "You think so?"

Your eyes went wide.

"Come here, I missed you," he redirected, holding out his hand for you. Wow, how did he look so handsome after feeling so ill? Annoying.

You willingly took his hand, squeezing gently. "I missed you too. I was so worried about you."

"I'm okay," he grinned, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles, thrilled beyond belief at your willingness to accept his touch. "But I wanted to ask you something."

You began to feel self-conscious as he caressed your fingers, but you couldn't deny that you liked having his attention.

You cleared your throat. "General Organa already asked me everything, so, um..." You were afraid he would ask you about how you helped him. Maybe he heard or saw what you did on the swamp planet. Or perhaps you didn't help him at all - you weren't sure.

"No, not about the mission." His dark eyes sparkled as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. "About us."

"Oh..." You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. How he could look so incredible after suffering a high fever was perplexing. “Okay."

"I was hoping you would go on another date with me," he softly asked you, gently pushing his fingers between yours.

Your breath caught in your chest as his fingertips drew circles around your knuckles. The two of you gazed at your joined hands, momentarily avoiding eye contact. Glancing away was your default, and Poe was trying to give you a moment, while reveling in your touch.

"I...why?" You blurted, disrupting the serenity between the two of you.

"You...you don't want to?" He asked, slowly dragging his fingers away from yours.

"No. I mean yes," you quickly responded, reaching for his hand once again. "Yes, I want to. Go with you. On a date. I want to. I just don't know why you...after how I was, on the mission. And how I am. No one wants to know me."

"I know you, Ells," he said softly, tenderly smiling as you actually looked up at him, at his face, into his eyes. "Better than most people, probably? At least most people in the Resistance."

He shrugged one shoulder. "Give me a chance? I'm not so bad after date number four." He winked and you burst out laughing.

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