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luvyeni · 6 months

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MY SHY NEIGHBOR ( chapter 3. )

— CHAPTER THREE: lovestreams …

— 𖦹 warnings? 18+, cursing, masturbation, jeongin is down bad ( this is told in jeongins pov )

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jeongin genuinely was gonna go to sleep, but han jisung put the thought into his head. “fuck it.” he got up — sitting at his desk, opening his laptop. “oh that’s right.” he grabbed his headphones, sitting back down.

after plugging his headphones in, he typed in his favorite sight, scrolling through the main feed, searching for his favorite cam girl. “shit.” he cursed realizing she wasn’t streaming that night. should he just go to bed then? but he was already hard.

he was about to head to twitter, when he got a popup ad. “hm?” he read the words on the screen. “love streams?” he never heard of it, he shrugged, clicking the ad — what’s the worst that could happen.

he rid himself of his jeans while waiting for the page to load. his eyes widened at the new selection of girls, this sight was much bigger than the previous one, his cock twitched at the all the content.

he scrolled down, palming himself until he came across the top streamers selections. he scrolled over searching for the best one until he stopped at one. “lovergirl?” he clicked the screen, your body coming into frame, the camera off your face — you must want to keep your identity hidden.

“hi everyone!” your voice low and seductive, but also had a sweetness to it — that was what he liked the best.

“did you guys miss me?” you asked, your white robe hanging off your shoulders along with your bra strap. “yes? good i missed you guys to.” you chuckled, his cock was begging to be freed. “oh you want me to take it off?” you pulled at the robe, he nodded his head, like you could see him.

“if i do something nice for you, doesn’t that mean you have to do something nice for me?” he knew what that meant, so did the other viewers, because soon your tip jar was filling up. he reached for his card, typing in his credit card information.

he typed in $50 without flinching, you smiled at all the donations. “you guys are too kind.” you said, coming closer to the camera, he could now see your plump lips, your boobs about to spill from your bra, he bit his lip. “i guess i owe you guys something.”

you slowly undid your robe, letting it fall, your bra was next, you slowly pulled down the straps, undoing the latches, watch the bra fall into your lap, your boobs bouncing from being freed, he could hold it anymore, he stood up, pulling his underwear down, he cock sprung from his boxers, hitting his abdomen. “shit, he hissed.”

“is this what you guys wanted?” you chuckled , squeezing your boobs together, they looked so soft, he could only imagine what they felt like. “fuck.” he squeezed the base of his cock, teasing himself.

“no? this isn’t what you want?” your lips formed a pout, he thought about what they would look like covered in his cum. “well what is it you want?”

he quickly typed into the chat box. ‘your pants, take your pants off.’

“my shorts?” his heart fluttered, he knew there was thousands of comments saying the same thing, but it felt like you were personally answering him. “don’t you like them?” you teased, pulling at your waistband, a whimper emitting from your lips as you let it go, the elastic snapping against your waist.

“i wore them especially for you.” for him? that made him squeeze his cock, he for sure found his new favorite streamer.

“i guess you have to do something else for me.” he quickly typed in $100 dollars, he knew he shouldn’t have spend that much, but he was desperate — clicking the send button. “oh? 100 dollars, you must be really eager.” he froze, you were talking about him.

“what’s your name?” you said. “thank you FOX.YJN, everyone say thank you to FOX.YJN.” he smiled, the way you said his name, fuck he was gonna cum, he had to stop himself, you hadn’t even done anything, yet you had this hold on him.

you sat back, your legs fully on display, as you took off your shorts, revealing your white matching lace underwear, a wet patch in the middle. “shit.” he whispered, as you rubbed yourself through your underwear. “fuck.” you whimpered.

he seen the tips go up, and the comments telling you to remove your underwear, he didn’t hesitate to type in another $150, hitting send. “o-oh, YJN seems to want it more than any of you tonight.”

you slid your panties down your leg, spreading your legs, your wet cunt on display. “i’m so wet right now.” you moaned, rubbing your folds slowly. “f-feels so good.”

jeongin began to move his hand up and down his cock, moving slowly with you. “fu-fuck please speed up.” he groaned to himself, but it seemed like you answered his prayers, your fingers slowly entering your cunt, you moaned.

the noises from your pussy filling up his earbuds, as you sped up. “fu-fuck my fingers aren’t enough.” you moaned. “i wish it was yours.” he moaned, probably louder than he should’ve, but hearing you say that, in that whiny tone drove him crazy.

“fuck i’m gonna cum.” you whimpered. “m-me too.” he sighed, squeezing his tip. “fuck, please cum with me, cum with me please.” your begging really pushed him over the edge.

“fuck, i’m cumming!” you screamed, cumming all over your fingers. “shit.” he came right after, cum spurting from his tip, covering his hand and shirt. “oh fuck.”

you were talking to the camera as he came down from your high. “wow you guys tipped a lot tonight.” you giggled, your lips swollen from biting them.

“i should show my face next time?” you read the comments. “i told you guys already, maybe one day, but not right now.”

you interacted with a few more comments before, you slid your robe back on, covering your body. “i have to go now guys.” you pouted. “i know, i wish i could stay with you guys longer, maybe next time.”

you blew a kiss to the camera, before the stream cut off — leaving jeongin to sit with his thoughts, fuck it was his first time watching you, yet you left this impact on him, he had to see more of you.

he closed his laptop, grimacing at the sticky mess he created. “i guess i should get cleaned up.” he got up from his chair.

it hadn’t even hit him that he spent 300 dollars.

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neptune-writez · 10 months

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be my gf!!

ellie is head over heels for reader, but she isn't quite sure if they reciprocate her feelings back. reader is ellie's bsf, heavy pining, lovergirl ellie!

might do a part 2 since this is js a little blurb 🤭

inspired by kahlopatra aaa they r my babies!! i love their dynamic sm i decided to write a small fic abt it with ellie ^_^ main inspo:

ellie's hands were starting to get sweaty, and her eyes shifted uncomfortably from your eyes to your lips. she tried to make it seem like a casual glance, but she was failing miserably. you didn't seem to notice it though.

a part of her wished, begged for you to notice her staring, and bring it up. she wished that you would acknowledge her feelings and stop torturing her. oh, it hurt so bad.

the more logical ellie refrained from thinking that way. this wasn't a fairy tale and you would most likely reject her anyway. what was there to expect?

both sides of her were constantly at war, jumbling up her senses. all she could think about was you, you, you. you were so divine, stunning, majestic, and ellie? ellie was just ellie, and being your best friend was already a wish come true. self-loathing was just something ellie couldn't quite get rid of.

"ellie? are you even listening?" you snapped, bringing her back to her senses. you inched your face closer to hers, so that if you moved an inch closer, your lips would meet. ellie froze, her face instantly burning up. thank god it was dark in here, or she would never live it down.

"sorry, i was.. thinking about something."

"and what could be more important than your best friend? mhm?" you joked, grinning.

"nothing," ellie answered with sincerity. she did mean it, nothing could ever compare to you, "my eyes are only for you."

she couldn't quite see your expression, but she could hear your smile through your voice. even if she couldn't be your girlfriend, this was already good enough for her.

"awh, that's awfully sweet els," you said, sitting next to her on the bed.

"so, what were you talking about earlier on?" ellie questioned, putting her arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer.

you stared at her, not cutting eye contact. "i'm hosting a party at my house tomorrow, could you come?"

she snorted, looking away, smiling so hard she feared her face might split in half. eye contact made her go weak in the knees, especially with you. "of course, i don't have anything to do anyway. i'll be there."

'great!', you said, suddenly standing up. 'It's late now, I have to get back before my mom goes batshit crazy,' you joked, picking up your jacket that was hanging from ellie's gaming chair.

'what, can't you like, tell her you're staying over?' ellie asked. it came off as a joke but ellie was serious. she couldn't mind. 'pretty sure she knows me n'all, y'know.'

'ellie, what am i supposed to wear? your glow-in-the-light boxers?' you stifled a giggle. before ellie could even retort back, you were out of her bedroom and down the stairs.

'i mean.. that could work..' she mumbled to herself, staring at the you-shaped hole you left on her bed.

ellie was so in love with you that she couldn't even care less about what you wore. hell, she probably preferred you with no clothes on. those curves on display, thinking of that basically made her mouth water. of course, she would never say that out loud. but sometimes the thought of that did seem interesting.

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chunkypossum · 11 days

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Lighthouse in the Woods

Part Two: The Search - 4k words

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Title from the song: Lighthouse -Patrick Watson

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He found himself in the parlor, their parlor. The same one connected to Eris’ main rooms that had been the backdrop of every important milestone in their relationship. Now it seemed as though it was ready to collect one more of their memories.

The moment Azriel’s bare feet touched the carpet he heard it. Low, distressed moans coming from the bedroom next door. Before he had a chance to move towards the door, however, Eris burst through them and ran into Azriel’s arms.

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saerins · 1 year

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꒰ ̳ɞ̴̶̷ ·̫ ɞ̴̶̷ ̳ˆ ꒱◞ 𝓪𝓮𝓻𝓲 𐦍. she/her. above twenty. mostly sfw. lovergirl to sae. mentally checked-out irl but hopelessly delusional online. definitely not spoiler free but they will be tagged. please behave before entering my delusions library.

𝒹𝒶𝓎𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈: ༯ priceless (lover: itoshi sae)

𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆: main blog + nsfw blog. do not copy or edit my writings & / or ideas. also please do not recommend my writings outside of tumblr. 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𑁤

#❀ aeri’s !#kisses to everyone who likes & reads my rules mwah #pfp from the lovely shikanoyin (twt)

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mysicksecrets · 19 days

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄...

.... 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌!

Call me Mello! | She/Her | Adult | Lovergirl <3

This is my personal account where I ramble about my life and talk to you all!

MAIN: @mysicklove-main

WRITING: @mysicklove

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nostalgic-muffins · 2 months

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vbs main story call that lovergirl, loverboy, deer in headlights girl and haterboy

#idk man #vivid bad squad #project sekai

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akiraiscute · 3 months

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Spencer Reid X Overthinker!Fem!Reader

Tw : Angst, stalking, Spencer being a dumbass in this, talks of murder !!

S1 EP18. Spoilers ahead for this !!

God, the way you sorta blew up spencer’s phone with questions about gideon and him.. you were a overthinker honestly, just like reid and maybe thats why you guys were sorta aliked besides from him being a actual genius and you just now join it with him while being a nerd but.. not much of a nerd like he is, which made you admire him from afar. Everyone noticed it at least only hotch, gideon, Derek, elle and JJ noticed it and each time they mentioned it in front of them while he was completely being oblivious, it sorta made you wanna hit them but yet you didn’t as he hasn’t even question more then three times after each mention. You just quickly started to talk about something he really like and then he got distracted which was always so adorable to you.. he was kind, smart as fuck, sweet, good lucking and pretty! Maybe he was everything you wanted in a guy honestly.. even if he’s your co-worker and that’s completely unprofessional to think about dating him, you couldn’t even stop yourself from trying to think about him in the most randomest times! And yet, every time you thought about asking him to go on a date with you, you always kept coming up with reasons why not too and the main reason was " i don’t wanna affect my friendship with him, he’s my best friend and if i ask. That would totally ruin everything and it’ll be awkward when im around him! " which always made you stop thinking about it.

Yet each time he’s brought up, derek or even elle would tease you about it! It made you even more embarrassed as they did already know why you couldn’t tell him, they already profiled you when you joined the team really.. what did you expect though from them? As he was brought up the moment the team had a case which Gideon and Reid were already there in LA, Derek calling you lovergirl which made you slap his arm hard and kept listening to JJ’s explaining before hotch saying.

“Wheels up in 30.”

You got up as you went to your desk quickly to get your go-bag, trying to escape Derek’s endless teasing about your tiny work crush on your own best friend. You didn’t even get why you had to pick your best friend to have a crush on but you couldn’t really blame yourself since he made you feel safe, comfortable and even kind to you. JJ explained on the airplane, the case as it may of just happened, two people shot. One person in the head and the other three times in the chest, got shot by a 22. (Idk, im jst going off of the episode as of right now😭) main reason why the team was taking up this case was as because gideon and reid were in LA, and doing a fbi blah blah.. they looked at the scene and the main officer told them about how there was many more cases jst like this. Which is a good enough reason to go to LA but god did you hate the heat of LA sometimes… and how popular the last kill was and the person who could killed which also meant, a lot of eyes on you and even people taking pictures of the team and that kinda.. made you overthink a lot in the plane and you tried to distract yourself as you usually do by rereading each one of the murderers until you ended up in LA with the team. Which was sooner than you thought but you were glad, no more silence which always sorta triggered your overthinking as when something happened and when you can’t get over it, yourself and a place is too quiet you can start overthinking every single little bit of the something until it makes you breakdown. (Im sorry if you can’t understand, im jst putting on what happens to me when i overthink😭) and being around profilers, sometimes meant too much quietness and thats why you usually talked to reid or derek or jj or elle. Just someone who can distract you from the silent. And peope who can know when you’re a ticking time bomb when something that you couldn’t control but it hurts you deeply happens which.. you just had a bad feeling about this case and the last case made you uncomfortable to even think about as well so. You were really a ticking time bomb sometimes and that sometimes happened at work which always lead you to calm down in the bathrooms.

As the team explained to Detective kim the profile of the unsub, there was this short man knocking on kim’s door and said.

“Excuse me, hi.. is there a Detective kim here?”

“Right here.”

“Uh, you’re heading the investigation of the Natalie Ryan murder?”

“Yes..?”

“Uhm.. my- i have a client, she uh.. is there any place we can be private?”

“We all are working this murder.”

“Well, uh. She received a note, my client did.. and she freaked out. I told her not to worry bout it.”

“Where’s the note.?”

Derek asked as the short guy brought out the note, you looked him up and down. It was sorta clear that he was kinda uncomfortable but still wanted to show the note that this client girl freaked out over, as your curiosity got the sorta better of you. You wanted to see it also, but held still fo let morgan read it at least, you leaned against the wall on a tiny and short bookshelf to keep yourself there.

“Where’s your client?” (Hotch)

“She’s waiting in the other room.”

“Reid, (N/N) [your nickname !]. Go with derek..” (Still hotch)

You and reid follow derek immediately as you held a straight face while walking besides spencer. You were glad that he was already at least, at least he seemed alright? Anyways, you three walk to the other room and see a blonde girl. Wearing makeup and a blue shirt before you and derek could say anything..

“Lila?”

Spencer said as you turned to him, shocked even before shaking your head and focusing on the girl named Lila it seemed.. Lila turn her head to see Spencer and she looked shocked.

“Hi..”

Lila smiled at spencer, you already knew that smile.. you bit the inside of your lip, now overthinking who she was really. Spencer didn’t really mention her in his texts, not at all… god fuck you can’t overthink everything, if he likes her then you’ll have to deal with it as you want him to be happy.. with anyone.. (mainly you) Lila only gave you a glance as you seemed a bit shocked, her glance seemed a bit off to you really and that just made your feeling about everything even worse, god you can’t stand yourself sometimes.. Derek was looking at you already, probably knowing what’s going through your head by now as he sighed.

“How well did you know Natalie Ryan?”

“We spoke when we saw each other in public but we were never friends.”

“How about wally menill?”

“What?”

“Wally Menill, he’s a producer who was killed a couple of months ago?”

“The paper said it- it was a robbery.”

“Well, the paper was wrong.”

“Did you know him?” (Elle!!)

“We- we met a few times about a project but.. i didn’t get the part, they went a different way.”

“Which way?”

“He casted another Actre—.. Oh my god.”

“What is it?”

“He casted Natalie Ryan.” (The short man😭)

“You owe me.” (Derek)

Lila sighs loudly as Derek says that, she put her head in her hands and leaned a bit down which worried you of course, if she was sick you would off put a trash can next to her at least as you stood next to elle, crossing your arms a but lower than Hotch’s.

“I guess, that’s one way to ice out the competition..”

“Don’t look at me. I brought her into the police station.”

“Have you ever sense someone is watching you, following you?” (Gideon)

(IM GETTING REAL TIRED OF THEM TALKUNG OMG!) As to that, Lila explained how she was as reid looked concerned for her, explained some. She looked concerned as she looked up at hotch asking if the people are getting murdered just because of her, which was probably true. Afterall, this stalker or some sorta is killing each rival she may have.. but of course hotch didn’t want lila to worry at all so he tried to say might but ending up saying it so possibly wrong.. she got up immediately, being upset as she walked the other way and you followed after her. Maybe she was being uncomfortable with all the men in the room so she just needs another woman to help her at least? You followed her and catched up, a bit worried ss if you’re acting like she was a friend of yours which in reality.. any friend of spencer reid is a friend of yours honestly, he almost always tries to introduce you to meet new people at the bar or at least besides on a case.

“Maam!”

“What!?..”

“Im sorry, are you alright.. do you need a bag or maybe something that could make you feel better?”

“I- no..! I don’t want that from somebody i don’t know!..”

“Maam, im just trying to help..”

“I don’t care..!”

She ran off again, you sighed a bit as reid came into view. Looking more worried than ever, as you were about to say something he asked

“Do you think she’s okay?”

You can understand the worrying but didn’t she just yell at you?! Was he blind or something?! You already knew that answer to be a no, you looked at him with shock before shaking your head and making it turn into a poker face as you looked that what he was looking at. Which was the god damn door..

“I don’t know Spence.”

You didn’t wanna overthink it but, you did. You really did, you bit the insane of your lip again. Biting down on it, like hard enough to cause it to bleed as you walked back to the others, derek already taking notice of you and so did elle. Elle gave you a pity look as you rolled your eyes, putting your defensive mask on as you didn’t even wanna be profiled as you try to work on the profile.

ANDDD, yes im putting these into parts, i can not deal with this as of right now- my day is just horrible honestly but ima not vent on here but anyways!! Have another spencer reid fanfic bc im bored asf and writing too many anime ones as im still working on the case bro😭😭 anyways. Hope yall have a good day!! Bye!!

— Akira.. Akira logging off!

My masterlink <3

Masterlink!

#akiraiscute #akira’s short stories #x reader #<3 #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #s1 #ep 18 #spoilers #angst #dumbass spencer #light angst

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ithinkabouttzu · 4 months

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Tag game

GET TO KNOW ME :))

Thank you for the tag!! @malarkgirlypop

NAME:

Mac! (excluding the thousands of nicknames I also get called)

PRONOUNS:

she/her

STAR SIGN:

I’m a sagittarius with a taurus rising and a aries moon!

# OF SIBLINGS AND FUN FACTS ABOUT THEM (IF YOU HAVE ANY):

1 younger brother, he is the sweetest little soul ever, but he has no chill 😭 (he got in trouble for putting fireworks up his ass and lighting it on new years day)

1 older brother! He’s very tough and can be very overprotective over me but he’s cool, he also plays american college football which is super interesting !

# OF DOGS & THEIR NAMES

1 dog, one named Ella Bea, who is a gsp rascal and also wants to live under my skin (she has separation anxiety)

And another dog names Bella, who is the sweetest dog ever She’s a brown lab and she’s been with me forever

FANDOMS

Band of brothers, The Pacific, Kpop, Lana del rey, and Cod MW2!!!

FAVORITE COLOR

sunset orange but i’m a pink girlie at heart!

FAVORITE SONG

This song is amazing 😩 go listen to it now!!

FAVORITE AUTHOR (OF ANYTHING READABLE - BOOKS, FANFICS, ZINES, WEBTOONS, WHATEVER)

fanfics:

@malarkgirlypop @softguarnere @bellewintersroe @liebgotts-lovergirl Sorry I can’t think of any more rn 😭

Books:

Twisted Lies - Ana Huang

All Quiet on The Western Front - Erich Maria Remarque

FAVORITE FIC TYPE:

Childhood best-friends to lovers (someone please write a fic like this for sledge 😵‍💫) !! Idk why I love it so much but it’s just so fluffy and sweet, like it’s always been you and it’ll always be you. Also Enemies to lovers! The thought of seeing only the worst side of someone and still loving them, is so beautiful.

FAVORITE HOLIDAY:

Halloween and Valentines!

I love putting up decorations for halloween and for Valentines, I just love, love!!

DO YOU HAVE A PARTNER (ROMANTIC, QPR, ANYTHING!)?:

I had gotten out of a somewhat relationship not too long ago, so i’m just chillin now

HOBBIES:

I love reading, writing, playing the piano, learning korean, honestly just learning new things in general. I’m a total history nerd so you’ll find me watching probably the Smithsonian channel in my free time 😭

FUN FACTS ABOUT ME:

- I actually love studio ghibli movies, they are my absolute favorite!

- I’m also a big football and basketball fan, growing up with 2 brothers that play it and a dad who coaches football, you get the hang of it all pretty quick

- I love cooking!! I’m the main cook in my family and friend group :)

(I can’t think of anyone to tag so i’ll just leave it here :)))

#Spotify #ithinkabouttzu #learn about me!’

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waitingforthesunrise · 5 months

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fuck beauty standards. someone looking at you with love in their eyes is the most beautiful thing in the world.

#lovergirl on main #loveposting

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sanoist · 1 month

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ᡣ ⋅ ⋅ ᪲ა JIA! nineteen. s/hers. piglet shaped lovergirl. shoyo’s babe. main &&. interactions blog for @kzuhae!

ᵎᵎ @gamngs is my tbr library! ^_^

also known as : akira kurusu’s angel beauty, izana’s miss universe, gaming’s cutie girlfie ++. cyno’s princess!

personal blog : reblogs , shit posts / rambles + follows!

[n]sfw, minors dni w 18+ posts. no tag system here!

#sano fam art by ak1tkmi on twt / x !!#animated dividers by cafekitsune!

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mysicklove · 3 months

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M SO EMBARASSED IM BLUSHING I accidentally tagged this account in a tag game 😵‍💫 my dumbass just read your thing about your main blog being for interactions lol

no stress lovergirl, no need to be embarrassed. but i actually very recently responding to that ask chain!!! but if u want to see my WIPS, check my pinned post and i have it linked there 🥳🥳🥳

thank u for the tag <3

#💌 - love letters

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latibvles · 1 year

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SAD, BEAUTIFUL, TRAGIC.

beautiful, tragic // craving humanity

you’re like humanity, drownin’ in vanity, craving humanity

masterlist | gallery | taglist

TAGLIST: @liebgotts-lovergirl , @softguarnere , @brassknucklespeirs , @monalisastwin , @mads-weasley , @eugene-emt-roe

SUMMARY: In the late hours of the night — all either of them want is to feel human again in a way only the other can elicit.

WARNINGS: explicit sexual content in a church no less so uh … my fault fr. difficult company gc i know i joked abt this before but i really didn’t think it'd get this far.

DEDICATIONS: to dove, for helping me pick this chapter’s title! xx

Daisy heads inside a little soon after that, to enlisted men sleeping in pews, a handful of the NCOs and officers unaccounted for, her lips still tingling and her face a little flushed as she sinks into the seat to resume letter writing, Liebgott sliding in and slumping in the pew to get some sleep.

She writes about vague snow-covered villages, and beautiful choirs, and about how she’s learning a lot so far from home.

It’s easy to work around censoring in this case — unless whoever censors their mail is also reading it for leisure. R says he’s doing fine. Don’t know how much he writes home, unfortunately. There’s a lot she could say, but some things are better said in person and there’s the embarrassing fact that even though Ron admitted to being hers, she, stupidly, didn’t say it back.

She really ought to say it.

There’s a sharp tap to her shoulder and she snaps her gaze up. The mask is back on, his piercing gaze boring into her but her heart just flutters a little in response. Next to her, Joe snores, tucked into Chuck, who’s leaned up against Talbert, like three kids at a slumber party.

“The Mother has a spot for you. Proper bed,” Looking at the Bible she’s using as a lap desk, he then adds, “Proper desk.”

“Real five star treatment then, huh?” She shoves the paper into her pocket and rises to her feet. He rolls his eyes a bit at the remark, she doesn’t miss the way the corner of his lip twitches like he’s biting back a smile.

“No room service though, staff shortages.” He starts walking out of the main room and she’s right beside him, just slightly behind.

“Damn, and here I was hoping you’d wait on me hand and foot,” He raises a brow at her, but doesn’t remark on it. They head down a hallway and round a corner. She looks over at him. “What? No quick rema—”

She’s cut off by Ron pressing his lips to hers again. His hands wrap around her waist and pull her into him, moving closer to the wall to shroud them in the dark. Daisy cups his face in her hands, kissing him back all the same, that fire lighting in her veins again. She feels… alive like this, in his arms, drinking in his heat. It's dizzying. It’s hard to imagine her desirable like this, with tangled hair and sallow skin — but he makes her feel less hollow, more human. Ron pulls away, but doesn’t let go of her, and their breaths mingle in the quiet.

“So is there actually a bed or do you plan to have your way with me in a hallway?” It’s a half jest, she lets her palm smooth out against the roughness of his cheek and she doesn’t miss the way he leans into it almost eagerly.

“There is a bed, and I’m not planning on anything. Just wasn’t done kissing you.” He turns and kisses her palm once, and then the inside of her wrist, lifting up to lace their fingers and pulling her closer into his side. Still, electricity crackles between the two of them and she’s tingling all over, face flushed and heart beating a little quicker as they approach the door. She wants to kiss him again, feel human again, in a way that doesn’t involve tears or pain or grief. She wants his hands, and his lips, and his eyes on her. He only lets go of her hand when they reach the door, and she opens it tentatively, stepping into the dim candlelight.

It’s a small room — a single bed tucked in the corner, a cross hung above it, a small desk with a bible, a lit candle, and a picture of what she assumes is one of the Saints overlooking it. The door clicks shut behind them, she hears Ron clear his throat.

“The Mother figured you’d want… a private spot. To sleep. They changed the sheets, but if there’s anything you—”

It takes two steps to turn around and crash her lips into his, hands pulling him towards her by the webbing. Although he stumbles back until he hits the door with a gentle thump, his hands find her hips, fingers digging in to leave their mark on her skin through her layers. Ron returns her kiss, mouth moving in time with hers. She exhales as she pulls away, barely, close enough to feel his breath on her face.

“Wasn’t done kissing you,” She parrots. Were it not for the frigid air and the interruption of Liebgott and the others, she could’ve kissed him for days out there. Ron just smirks, giving her hips a squeeze.

“So kiss me.” He challenges. He doesn’t need to tell her twice.

It’s… less swift than the first, more needy than the second — firm, his body curves to the shape of hers, fingers weaving in her hair as she pulls him closer by the waist. She feels a surge of confidence at that — knowing she’s not the only impatient one here, feeling his body shudder when she fiddles with the buckle holding his webbing together. She feels alive, more awake than she has in weeks.

On the most basic level, he wants her. On a much more intimate level, he always has.

Daisy pulls away, looks him in the eye. His pupils are dilated and she knows her own face is flushed.

“Do you have somewhere to be?” She asks, breathless.

“Are you asking me to stay?” Daisy nods, and Ron’s brows furrow for a moment. “Say it.” He looks over her face, in that analytical way he does. No catch here, she can’t help but smile the smallest bit, that I can promise.

“I want you to stay, Ron.” Stay tonight, stay tomorrow, stay until you’re sick of me, just stay.

He brings his mouth back to hers — forceful enough for her to stumble, but he grabs her by the hips, walking her backwards. Somewhere along the line there’s the gentle thump of him shedding his bags, his webbing, her own bag falling to the floor, between broken kisses that resume with fervor and the heavy panting between them. It’s a little like fumbling in the dark, groping at his arms, his hair, to keep him close. Her brain is fuzzy, consumed by the warmth of him and his hands grabbing at whatever they can — her thigh, her hip, her ass, cupping her face or his thumb running across her lip anytime they separate. She falls backward unceremoniously when the mattress hits the back of her knees.

She props herself up on her elbows, looks up at him. He undoes his scarf and sheds his jacket on the floor. She backs up and lets him crawl on top of her on this bed, his palms on either side of her head, holding himself up. How long had he wanted her under him like this? How long had she wanted to be under him? She didn’t have an answer.

Out of the cold, into the warmth.

“We should probably stop,” she mutters as her hand reaches up to caress his face — palm brushing against the rough stubble, running her thumb over his bottom lip and feeling his hot breath against her palm.

“Do you want to stop?” He asks, more breathless than she’s ever seen him. The top two buttons of his shirt are open, exposing a bit of his neck and collarbones to her. The entirety of him is undone in a way she’s never seen — lips a little red from her kisses, hair even messier from her fingers, the bulge in his pants apparent everytime he so much as shifts against her. A sense of pride swells in her chest.

“No. I don’t.” She whispers, spreading her legs a bit further to accommodate him — as much as she can on the bed.

“Have you ever..?” Daisy nods, her face flushing for a moment. She’d never told him that before.

“Once with Arthur before we broke up. Couple times in college. I’m not big on one-nights.” Ron raises a curious brow at that.

“And this…” he begins.

“You are more than just a one-night, Ronald.” Ron gives her a wolfish grin as he lowers to his elbows, slotted neatly between her hips, lips and nose brushing against hers.

“Damn right I am.” He mutters. Daisy laughs and rolls her eyes, as Ron brings his mouth back onto hers. There’s a bit of fumbling with pants and buckles, frantic untying of boots and trying to just get the necessary garments out of the way. His hand finds its way into her underwear at some point, and Daisy bites hard on that exposed bit of collarbone when his fingers circle her bundle of nerves with precision, desperate to be quiet as he touches her in ways that have her keening into his palm.

He fumbles with the condom and she fails to withhold a snort but Ron smiles at her in a way that makes her stomach flip more than the act itself.

Daisy thinks she could get drunk off the sound of his quiet sigh when he eases into her. She wraps her legs around his waist to keep him there, he presses his forehead to her own and wastes no time in pulling out before thrusting back into her with a suppressed groan.

It’s a little desperate, just needing him as close as she can get him — her hips rolling to meet his, trying to find a rhythm that works for both of them. The thump of the headboard, as soft as it is, is the only thing grounding her in reality. At some point his fingers go back to circling her clit harshly and she’s undone more of his buttons to kiss and bite where no one else can see. He whispers her name like a prayer — she thinks that’s almost enough to send her over the edge on its own.

“Say it again,” she pleads, her own voice barely above a whisper. “My— my name. Say it—”

“Daisy.” Ron groans into her neck, with a roll of his hips that leaves her gasping and biting her lip to suppress it, wrapping her arms and legs around him tighter. He’s kissing her neck and her cheek all over like he’s fighting back the urge to bite.

“God, right there Ron,” Daisy pants, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling slightly for him to lift his head, turning to look at him. She brings her mouth back to his as he repeats the motion. With each roll of his hips he swallows a noise that would otherwise get them caught.

When she finishes, it’s with a trembling sigh silenced by his lips and Ron quickly chases his own release after that. She muffles his groan with her lips again when he hits his release, and he falls onto her, spent, caging her body with his, both of them panting in the silence. Ron tilts his head to look at her, and she smiles at the flush on his face, the hair sticking to his forehead.

She leans forward to bump their noses. Ron chuckles.

“You’re unreal.”

“So I’ve been told.”

Ron quirks a brow, amused, pulling out and sitting on the edge of the bed to roll the condom off and dispose of it in the wastebin, tucking himself back into his pants, before running a hand up her calf. He stops at her bent knee, presses a kiss to it, then moves to grab her pants and underwear by the waistbands. She’s never felt prettier. Daisy finds herself grinning a bit at the bite marks littering the small portion of his exposed chest.

“By who? Lift up.” He asks. She lifts her hips, lets him slide her pants and underwear up and over.

“You. In Holland,” She moves a bit on the mattress to let him slide back into place. Ron grabs her, and shifts so they’re a tangle of limbs on the twin, and she’s practically half on top of him. She looks up at him, from her new spot on his chest. “You asked me if I was a dream.”

“Pretty fair question that night, I think,” he mutters, fingers grazing her cheek. “You were holding my hand. Put your jacket around me.”

“You were shivering.”

“Well,” he leans forward to kiss the crown of her head. “I’m not anymore.” Daisy smiles, heart swelling a bit as she looks over his face. She almost wishes she had a camera to capture it — the softness in his eyes, the content half-smile, the flush to his face. Beautiful. She doesn’t have a camera, so she opts for lifting a hand to drag her fingertips over his brow, down the bridge of his nose and over all his sharp edges, not missing the way his face seems to flush darker and he leans into it.

“Me neither,” she murmurs in agreement, staring at him for a few, long moments, biting her lip. “And I… meant what I said. About… this— us… not being a one time thing and I know we kind of talked about it outside but…” she takes a measured breath, sitting up a little straighter to look him in the eye. “I’m yours, Ron. I just… I wanted you to hear it.”

For a moment he says nothing, staring at her with that same sort of soft expression. Then he lifts a hand, tucking some of the strands of her hair back, and nodding once.

“I’ll take my time next time,” he says with a smirk, and before she has a chance to swat at him, he’s messing with the covers to get them both under them and coaxing her back onto his chest. “And… I like the sound of it. Mine. Us. Sounds about right.”

The statement makes her heart skip a beat, the way he says it so casually, and she has to remind herself that he’s been dealing with his feelings for a long while. She still smiles at that, wrapping her arms around his middle, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat against her ear.

Tomorrow, they would start the long ride home to Mourmelon, and there would be a mountain of things to face — the dead, the living, the wounded, letters from home, all which has snowballed since they set out for Bastogne in December. But if Ron’s arm wrapping around her and keeping her close is indicative of anything: she isn’t alone in the matter, and for tonight, that’s more than enough.

And for the first time in a long time, it’s a comfortable and inviting sleep that overtakes her, as his heartbeat lulls her into a sense of security she’s only ever known with him.

#fic // sad beautiful tragic #ronald speirs fic #ronald speirs x oc #ronald speirs smut #band of brothers oc #band of brothers fic #ron speirs x oc #ron speirs fic #hbo war oc #hbo war fic

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Like A Girl (Like A Man)

Shifty Powers x OFC

Chapter 32: A Very Near Thing

Summary: “For Easy Company, the winner is . . .” Captain Speirs takes the paper from Lieutenant Welsh and begins to read a serial number in a booming voice. A/N: *drops this chapter and runs away giggling* Warnings: mentions of war, brief mention of sex, improper binding techniques, language Taglist: @mads-weasley @liebgotts-lovergirl @latibvles @ithinkabouttzu @lady-cheeky @lieutenant-speirs

Austria, 1945

Having only one Purple Heart doesn’t get you very far. Neither does being a veteran of Normandy, Holland, Bastogne. Some of them have been around since the first day at Toccoa, and the Army seems intent on keeping them around even longer.

Points – how many you have, how many you need to go home – become the main topic of discussion everywhere you turn once they become an occupation force in Austria. How many do you have? Damn, I thought for sure you would have more than that. You know who has enough to go home, though? Yeah. Lucky bastard. Do you know how many I need to go home? Not fair. I thought surely I would have enough . . .

Not enough points means staying in the Army. And staying in the Army means jumping into the Pacific. The Big Jump had once appeared to be Berlin. Now it’s in the war’s other theater. And based on Easy Company’s track record, they’re likely to be placed right back on the front lines, thrust into combat once again. In a place that, according to every newspaper article that Zenie has read, has even less privacy than the Bois Jacques.

Tommy Driver does not have enough points to return home. But Zena McGlamery has an ace up her sleeve. It’s not one that she wants to play. It’s not one that she’s ever planned to use. But jumping into the Pacific would surely expose her. One way or another, she’s bound to be found out soon. The clock is ticking on her charade.

“What are we going to do?” Shifty asks.

We. Zenie and Shifty. He needs even more points than she does.

“I think I have to find a way to turn myself in,” Zenie admits. “One that won’t get me court-martialed or placed in front of a firing squad.”

“You don’t think that would really happen, do you?”

“I don’t know.” She hopes not. But, now that the possibility of revealing herself has been spoken out loud like a real option, the chances that she leaves this place without some sort of punishment seem slim. “I don’t even know where I would go if I got out of here.”

“Well, you can’t go home,” Shifty says. “To your home, I mean. We know that. You can go stay with my family, you know, until I get home.”

How would that even go? Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Powers. Remember me, Shifty’s friend Tommy? Well, I’ve actually been a girl this entire time and have been carrying out a secret relationship with your son. So can I please stay here until the war ends and he gets to home and we can get married? He said that you would be fine with it.

Her only hope now is that she wins the lottery – literally. Back in Bastogne, in the church, Renée had said that someone must be watching over her. Well, now would be the time for a miracle. If she wins the lottery, then she can go home, no questions asked. But that leaves Shifty . . .

“You don’t have to worry about Shifty,” Babe assures her later that day after she confides in him. They’re down by the lake, trying to catch something other than hypothermia from the cold water. “He’s going home.”

Zenie snorts as she casts her line. “He’s an expert marksman, he can handle himself. I know. I’ve been telling myself the same thing.”

“No.” Babe lowers his fishing pole, giving Zenie a sideways look. “You really haven’t heard?”

“About what?”

The Philadelphian almost laughs. Instead, he shakes his head. “Never mind. Don’t worry about it.”

“Babe.”

“Just know that Shifty will be going home. Everything is going to be fine, Zee,” Babe reassures her. Only Marilyn has ever called her Zee before. With no further context, Babe casts his line into the lake. “Hey, did I tell you I got a letter from Joe Toye?” The topic of conversation is firmly shifted.

Though she would never admit it to him, Babe is right.

D-Day’s first anniversary dawns clear and bright. The company assembles, uniforms pressed and neat, looking crisp as they wait for Captain Speirs to finish calling out their commands. Zenie can hardly hear what he says over the beating of her own heart, the humming of energy in her veins. It’s not a particularly warm day, yet her rifle feels slick in her palms because of the thin sheen of sweat that’s gathered there.

“At ease,” the captain finally says. There’s a beat as the company takes on a more relaxed stance, though none of them could be described as being at ease with the anticipation that’s coursing through the crowd. Speirs continues nonetheless, “General Taylor is aware that many veterans – including Normandy veterans – still do not have the eighty-five points required to be discharged. On this, the anniversary of D-Day, he has authorized a lottery to send one man home in each company, effective immediately.”

On cue, Talbert steps forward bearing an upturned helmet. He stops in front of Lieutenant Welsh, who sticks a hand inside and fishes around for a moment. After an eternity, he pulls out a scrap of paper.

“For Easy Company, the winner is . . .” Captain Speirs takes the paper from Lieutenant Welsh and begins to read a serial number in a booming voice. Zenie tries to follow along but trips up when the numbers don’t align with her own. She swallows thickly. Not her number, but it’s familiar, somehow. She’s probably just seen it on someone else’s forms before – “Sergeant Darrel C Pow-ers!”

The crowd cheers, whistles, congratulates the man in question. Shifty! He won! So that’s what Babe meant when he told her not to worry, that Shifty would be going home. He knew something that she didn’t, because there’s no way that he just happened to have a good feeling about this whole thing. She glances at him now. Her friend is smiling just as brightly as everyone else. For a fleeting moment, their eyes meet, and he nods.

A breathy laugh escapes her. Things are going to work out after all. How can they not, at this point?

Captain Speirs quickly kills the mood by announcing that tomorrow they will begin training so that they can redeploy to the Pacific. Well, everyone but Shifty, that is. And Zenie, too, though no one but her knows that yet.

She gets so caught up in plotting her next move that she barely hears anything else that happens. And who cares? It won’t affect her anymore.

There are a few options. She could desert. Stealing women’s clothes wouldn’t be hard to do, but there aren’t many people in Austria who look like her. She would surely be caught because of her brown skin and then have a lot of explaining to do. That won’t do.

Which leaves her with the most obvious choice: she can turn herself in. But to who? Colonel Sink, just so she can get the worst of it over with? Major Winters? She’s never exactly been close with him, but maybe he would be lenient with her since she’s a Toccoa Man. Or Captain Speirs, maybe? Well, he kicked a man out of the company for accusing her of the very thing she’s about to admit to, which isn’t exactly a good look.

Major Winters it is, then.

Zenie returns to her billet to pack up her belongings. If the major decides to court martial her, to send her away, then she can always try to get Babe or someone to send them back to the States for her.

Before she can think too much about it, the door flies open, making her jump. Shifty stands in the doorway, smiling wide, eyes bright. He shuts the door behind him and crosses the room to her in a few quick strides. The next thing that Zenie knows, he’s got her wrapped up in a hug and she can feel the racing of his heart as his chest presses against hers.

“We’re goin’ home,” he laughs. He pulls apart from their embrace, still smiling.

“You are,” Zenie corrects. “I’ll meet you there. After I . . .”

“Oh.” Shifty’s face falls slightly, but not for long. “No, you ain’t got to worry about that. I got it all worked out.” He takes her hands in his, sits down on the bed. They’ve done this twice before. What will he say this time? “There’s a priest in the town. Speaks English pretty well. He said that he can perform a wedding.”

It takes Zenie longer than it should to realize that he means a wedding for them – Zenie and Shifty. Her first instinct is to ask Are you sure?, or to remind him that she doesn’t want him to pity her. But all words die on her tongue. Hadn’t he been the one to reintroduce the idea when they were in Haguenau? And here he is, bringing it up again now. He seems not only ready and willing, but excited. Holding his hand in her own, she can feel the slight tremor of his enthusiasm. His smile is dazzling.

“When?” Zenie manages.

Shifty’s eyes are wide, and his smile even wider when he announces, “Now. Seems like the best time for it, right? I mean, we’ll have to leave right after, anyway, you know.”

Maybe if she takes off directly from the town, she can get some sort of head start. Maybe no one will be looking for her quite yet.

In the meantime, she needs to get out of her uniform. Good Lord, what would the priest think if she showed up looking like this, in her disguise?

As if he can read her mind, Shifty stands. Hands still joined, she follows suit, not willing to be separated from him yet. “I’m sure we can find something around here for you to wear.”

My lipstick, Zenie thinks first, suddenly giddy at the thought of getting to wear that beautiful rouge and to make it count this time. Then she can see a dress in her mind. One that Gene had plucked from a closet, intent on sending it back home to a family member.

“I’ve got it covered. What time should I meet you?”

A small laugh emerges from the man in front of her. It’s more of an excited sounding huff of air. He presses a kiss against her fingers before he finally lets go of her hand, and that’s only so he can practically race to the door. “Ask Babe,” he says, bouncing on his toes. “He’ll know where you should go.” Then he bounds out of the room.

All she can do is stand still for a moment, watching the doorway that Shifty just passed through. That man wants to marry her – right now! There is a person in the world who is in love with her, and it’s real this time, instead of something shallow that she misinterpreted. If only she could travel back to that stifling bedroom of teenage loneliness and tell her younger self to hold on just a little longer. Not only that, but he cares about her, and so do her friends.

Her friends! Shifty had said that Babe would know where to go. Jolted, she flies from the room and up the stairs, bursting into the room that she knows her friend to frequent.

Just as she suspected, he’s sitting at the little table by the window, playing cards with Gene. They both glance up with raised brows when she enters the room, breathless, though not from her run.

“I need a dress!” She exclaims by way of explanation. This makes their eyes widen. She can’t be sure why, seeing as they seem to be involved in this whole affair on a much deeper level than she realized. Then she hears the door behind her squeak on its hinges and snap shut.

“Uh.” Luz takes a step further into the room, clutching a bottle of wine in each hand. Brows raised, eyes wide, he’s befuddled and perplexed in a way that she’s never seen him before. “You desperate to send something to a girl back home, or - ?”

There’s no time to explain. Zenie turns back to the men playing cards. “Gene, can I borrow that dress you were going to send home? The pretty pink one? I’ll give it back as soon as we’re done.”

“Whoa,” George chuckles behind her. “Okay, this – “

“Actually,” Babe interrupts. “We’ve got something better for you.” In a few quick strides, he reaches his bag that waits atop the bed, and in one swift motion, he pulls out a beautiful piece of white cloth that unfurls itself to reveal its true nature as a silky evening gown. It’s like something out of a magazine, or better yet, one of the storybooks from her childhood. With a tiara, Zenie is sure that the dress could look as if it belonged to a princess.

The gasp that escapes her is undeniably girlish, and in her periphery, she vaguely registers Luz’s eyebrows shooting upward, his eyes the size of saucers. “Oh! Where did you find this?”

“Back in Berchtesgaden,” Babe says with a shrug. “Former owner probably won’t be needing it anytime soon.”

“But you do,” Gene adds, sparing a glance at his watch. “Shifty’s probably waitin’ for you.”

“Huh?” George questions.

“Y’all have been in on this whole thing.” In her chest, her heart feels tight with how large it is for her love for these friends. These friends, who have kept her secret and who have protected her, even though they didn’t have to, because it meant putting themselves at risk. These friends, who even now, are helping her slip into yet another new life, another version of herself.

“Except for me,” Luz huffs. He steps between Zenie and the other men then, hands on his hips. “Will someone please tell me what’s going on here?! Why does Tommy need a dress?” His eyes narrow as he looks toward Zenie. “And why does your voice sound different?”

“Because I’m a girl!” Zenie blurts out, aware that every second of her explanation will cost her the time that she should be using to get ready, to get married, to get out of here before she can get caught. “Collins was right; I’ve been disguising myself as a man this whole time. But we’re kind of low on time, so can I tell you the whole story some other time?”

Luz’s jaw drops. She didn’t mean to snap at him. She’s snapped at one person in all her time here, and that was Bill on D-Day. But Luz nods before she can apologize, still looking a little puzzled, but no longer holding her back from getting ready.

Though she hurries, she’s pleased with the outcome. The sleeveless dress looks utterly elegant, and even though it’s a little too big for her, the gentle swoops of the fabric hide that fact. Free of their bandaging, her breasts feel strange against the fabric, and the suggestive neckline keeps reminding her that they’re there. Her friends open their haul to her, allowing her to select whatever jewelry she wants to compliment the dress. She takes only a bejeweled necklace; the dress needs no help to shimmer. From her own small collection, she takes the lipstick and applies the deep red paint to her lips. A pair of heels they find are a little too small for her, but they’ll have to do.

Parting her hair differently completes the ensemble. Looking at herself in the mirror, Zenie realizes that for the first time in years, she looks like a girl again. No – a woman, now. Someone she only used to dream of being, certainly.

“Goddamn,” Luz whispers. “How did I not realize?”

“Don’t feel bad,” Zenie assures him. “Only Gene did, at first. And Shifty, because I made a translation mistake.”

A small, knowing laugh. “Shifty knew? Well, that certainly explains some things.”

“And Bill,” Babe adds.

“Bill knew? You told Bill and not me?!”

“Yeah, but only because I got shot. Then he told Babe.”

“Am I the only one who didn’t know about all this?”

Zenie winces. “Sorry, Luz.” She pats him on the arm. “Next time I have a secret, you’ll be the first to know.”

Her friend snorts, but there’s no malice behind it – just a hint of the bright grin he used to have, of the old Luz. “Yeah, I better be, Tommy Boy.”

The church is quaint. Nestled in a small pasture of green, a tree in full green right outside the door provides a little shade for the little church. It’s serene looking.

Zenie grabs Babe’s sleeve as they approach the church. “Will you walk with me? Give me away, I mean?”

Babe’s eyes soften. His hand finds hers and he squeezes. “Of course, Zee.”

Inside, Shifty stands at the pulpit with the priest. Behind him are his own closest friends, Skinny, Popeye, and McClung, who start when Zenie and her own entourage enter the church.

It’s quiet. Without a full congregation, it seems like the church should be dark and full of an eerie silence, but soft sunlight filters in through the windows and the quiet has a gentle and welcoming quality to it. Zenie doesn’t have to listen to it for long, anyways, because as soon as Shifty sees her, he smiles, and it sets her heart to racing.

After a pause in the doorway, Zenie draws a deep breath. She wants this. Shifty wants this. He wouldn’t have asked her if he didn’t, she reminds herself. The thought of being wanted makes her heart soar, like a bird, higher than she’s ever flown before.

Careful of the pinching shoes, Zenie floats down the aisle, clutching Babe’s arm more out of nerves than the need for balance. If she fell, surely George and Gene would help catch her.

At the altar, Babe hands her over to Shifty, who, with the sunlight hitting him like this, looks unreal. He’s always been like sunlight, bright and warm and something that Zenie could only risk brief glances at so that she didn’t blind herself. But now she stares at him openly, not hiding her smile, heart fluttering at the thought that soon she’ll be able to look at him like this whenever she pleases, forever and always.

“Tsuwoduhi,” he says. You’re beautiful.

“Can’t believe I didn’t catch this,” she can barely hear Skinny whisper to Popeye.

The priest begins the service, though Zenie is only half aware of what he says – she’s too busy beaming at Shifty, basking in this glow. She must get all the words out, though her hands shake as she recites them, and she worries that the giggle she feels working its way up her throat might trip her up, or worse, convince the priest that she’s not serious enough about this whole affair and end the ceremony, convinced that she’s unfit to be married.

The next thing that she knows, Earl is forking over two beautiful rings that could only have been taken in Germany, and she and Shifty are sliding them onto each other’s ring fingers. Hers is a little loose, although she doesn’t mind. How well can you expect a looted ring to fit, really?

“We’ll have it sized when we get back to Virginia,” Shifty assures her as she admires the silver band, the sparkling jewels that now adorn her finger.

The priest finally says the magic words, and she and Shifty’s lips crash together, and through feel alone Zenie can tell that they’re both smiling into the kiss. It’s a very intimate thing, to kiss someone you love in front of the people you care most about. Though she can hear the boys whooping and hollering, can hear Luz’s whistle, for a second, it feels as if she and Shifty are the only people in the whole world.

And then, they are.

“What? Did you really think we would leave you guys high and dry on your wedding night?” McClung teases when the wedding party escorts the newlyweds to the little cottage near the church whose occupants must have left – willingly or otherwise – when the occupation force arrived.

They’ve done this before, back in Paris, but it’s different now. Now they’re married. Now there’s no hiding. So Zenie doesn’t feel as shy when she removes her evening gown, or when she catches sight of Shifty’s smooth chest, the definition of his muscles. There’s no holding back when she presses kisses down his neck, across his chest, leaving smudges of red lipstick in a trail, or holding in a gasp when he grabs her hips, digging his fingers in tight.

And after, in that hazy glow, there’s no hiding from the future, because it’s a very near thing. Close enough now to touch, unlike in Haguenau, when it was a subject that she only cautiously followed Shifty into.

He traces shapes on her shoulder as they lie facing each other. “You said you wanted a dog. What kind?”

“An Irish Setter,” Zenie replies. “They’re pretty.”

Shifty hums. “First thing when we get home, I’ll get you a puppy.”

“From where?”

“I don’t know. I’ll figure it out.” He smiles, his face half buried in the plush pillow. “We can figure it out.”

There will be a lot to figure out, Zenie realizes, starting with how they’re going to get her out of here. Then, smaller problems.

“I can’t cook,” Zenie admits. “You want pies, but I can’t cook to save my life.” Then, remembering his self-assured tone when answering the question about the dog, she adds, “I’ll figure it out, though. Maybe your mama can teach me.”

“She would. In the meantime, I can cook.”

“I can do dishes,” she offers. “I’m good at that. Used to help with it at the diner.”

With his fingertip, Shifty traces a heart on her skin. “Look at that, we already have a system. I cook, you clean. It’s all worked out.” His fingers trail down her arm, to her hand, which he brings up to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “You don’t have to worry, Zena. We’re fine now.”

Zenie is just brushing her lips against his knuckles, returning the kiss, when the bedroom door flies open.

Shifty groans. “Hey now, we told y’all – “ He glances up. Zenie sees his eyes widen, and an expression that she’s never seen him wear before takes over his face. Before she can maneuver herself to see what he’s looking at, he grabs hold of the blankets at the foot of the bed and tosses one over her, covering her torso. Looking back toward the door, he raises his hand in a gesture that Zenie first assumes is to shield his eyes, but that she quickly realizes is a stiff salute.

Holding the blankets against her for decency, she turns to the doorway and sees, for the first time, Captain Speirs staring at them, looking very crisp and very serious in his Ike jacket.

“Sergeant Powers. Sergeant Driver,” he says. “Major Winters would like to speak with you both. Now.”

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