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REBEL REBEL

Title: Rebel Rebel

Fandom: Stripes

Pairing: Russell Ziskey x OFC

Summary: Before he enlists, Russell Ziskey has an amazing one-night stand and wakes up alone. To his surprise, 18 months later, she interviews him and John about their rescue and doesn't seem to remember him at all.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: swearing, sexual jokes, smoking (cigarettes and pot), PIV protected sex, oral (male and female receiving)

Word Count: 5,641

Author’s Note: What can I say? I adore Harold Ramis and have it bad for Russell. I cooked up this fun little one-shot and had a blast with this couple. It's strictly from Russell's third-person POV which I usually don't do. I don't know anything about the army so if the promotions are inaccurate, I don't care. Also, yes, I know Lance Link Secret Chimp was on 10 years before Stripes, but it's too funny not to mention. Title from the David Bowie song. Graphic by me. Please enjoy and leave kudos, comments and the like if you did.

AO3

With a sharp turn out of the classroom, Russell Ziskey’s chest hits something solid. Well, rather, someone.

“Shit.” A quiet, husky voice mutters.

He looks down to see the voice belongs to a petite brunette woman with a long French braid. The top of her head meets his shoulder.

She looks professional but young as if she isn’t quite used to being out of the university setting.

“I’m sorry.” Russell steps back with his hands out.

“No, I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” She gestures behind her. “I just saw two guys singing ‘Da Doo Ron Ron’ with Eastern European accents.”

“What now?” He blinks.

“You know? The Shaun Cassidy song?” She tilts her head. She sings the chorus a little and her voice is sweet.

“Really? Wonder where they learned that.” Russell clears his throat and looks off.

“It was kinda funny.” She laughs and shakes her head. Man, she has a stunning smile. “Sorry for running into you.”

“It’s okay.”

Before she can walk off, he sidles up to her. He never sees any women this pretty around here. He’d let her bump into him any day of the week.

“I gotta say your English is great. I don’t think you need lessons.” He cracks a smile.

“I’m here to teach.” She smirks and keeps walking.

“That’s very altruistic of you.” It’s very easy to keep up with her short quick strides.

“Hardly. Saving up for a move.” She peers down at her application. “You teach here?”

“Yeah. Just started.” He rubs his hand across his jaw. “Russell Ziskey.”

“Adelaide Glaser.” She keeps hold of her paper. “Bet you got picked last for all the sports in gym class.”

“What makes you think I’m not a former All-American?” He cocks a dark eyebrow.

“Z. Last letter of the alphabet.” She looks up, amused.

“Oh, you’re gonna be a great teacher.” He chuckles when she scrunches her nose at him.

They make it to the end of the hallway where she gives it to the office. The secretary takes it and hands her a schedule.

“You start Thursday.”

“Thank you.”

He trails behind her, not too sure what to say. She stops walking.

“Did you need something?” She peers up at Russell with big brown eyes.

“What’re you doing tonight?” He rests his arm against the wall trying to seem casual.

“The usual.” She deadpans. “Blowing guys at the bus station.”

Russell nearly snorts. She just lifts her eyebrows. She looks very innocent, but she’s got a mouth on her.

“This must be some move.”

“The rent in New York is brutal.”

“Can I take you out tonight?”

She studies him, letting her eyes rove over him.

“I’m very attached to my spleen.”

His brows knit together.

“But you don’t look like a killer.”

“I promise if we go out all your organs will remain intact. And your knees get to rest for the night.”

She laughs again and Russell can’t help but smile. She pulls a notebook out of her purse, jots down her number, and hands it to him.

“You know the alphabet and you have great penmanship. You’ve got this in the bag.”

She lifts her eyebrows again with amusement. “How does 8 sound?”

“8 is good.” He looks at the clock on the wall. “I gotta get back to teaching, but I’ll see you tonight, Adelaide.”

“See ya, Russell.” She rolls her R a bit and walks away.

After work, Russell leaves John a message canceling their plans before he calls Adelaide. Her roommate Paula answers and hands the phone off. They agree to meet at a bar. He’s willing to pick her up, but she declines.

The bar is crowded and noisy. It’s practically impossible to hear each other. Russell believes his choice might’ve been a bust.

“Why are you moving?” He feels like he’s screaming.

“I love you.” He knows that’s not what she said. So, he leans closer and inhales the warm scent of her perfume. She brings her mouth up to his ear. “I love news. Got an office job working for a local station.”

Russell nods with relief. He didn’t think she seemed clingy or attached, but he had been wrong before. Her face is inches from his now and he could kiss her so easily. He likes the wine-colored lipstick on her mouth. Fuck, those eyes are looking up at him with a challenge. Before he can make a move, someone yells and a body hits the floor.

The body pops back up and a full-on fight breaks out. Adelaide looks at him and jerks her head to the door. There’s no need to stick around for this. Russell throws cash on the bar and follows her before she disappears into the crowd.

The cold air hits his face the minute they step outside. She adjusts her black peacoat and blue scarf. He lifts her braid up so it doesn’t get caught.

“Thanks.” She digs in her purse for a cigarette.

“Good call getting out of there.” He looks back at the window before another body gets slammed into it.

“Let’s keep walking.” She chuckles and gives up on her purse searching.

“Mmm, yeah.” Russell nods.

They keep walking until she sees a 24-hour diner.

“Too low rent for you?” She wiggles her eyebrows.

“Not at all.” He smirks.

She checks for traffic before jogging across the street and he joins her.

The diner has a lot of customers, but nothing compared to the bar. They get a booth after he tries to suggest the counter and she just points to her short legs. They’re short, but killer in her black tights, but Russell doesn’t say that.

She gets pancakes and he orders a burger. The only downside is that the diner does not serve alcohol. She looks at the television hanging above the counter.

“Think you’d ever do that?” She nods to the army commercial.

“I’m a little old for it.” He looks at the television and back at her. “Would you?”

“I’m more of a pacifist.” She shrugs.

“Oh, I see, Yoko.”

“They’re just trying to help. Could use a little more peace.“

“And they stay in bed all day.”

She shakes her head, but he sees a small smile tugging on the corner of her mouth

“So, what do you do besides teaching immigrants how to sing and swear?”

“Hey, that wasn’t me.” He looks down at his plate.

“You have a tell when you lie.” She leans forward.

“What?” He tilts his head.

“My dad’s a shrink. Makes me a good poker player.” She muses. “You break eye contact when you lie. It’s common.”

“That would be really creepy if you weren’t incredibly hot.” Russell laughs.

“But I’m good?” She raises her eyebrows and lifts her chin. “I can carry it off?”

“Absolutely.” He smiles, locking eyes with her.

“So, I’m an aspiring journalist, you’re…” She gestures from herself to him.

“Tarzan?” He squints then chuckles. “I don’t really know. Followed a friend here after college from Chicago. See what happens.”

“Midwestern Jewish boy.” She teases.

“Hey, I grew up in the city.”

“It’s why you’re so tough.”

“Obviously.” He arches an eyebrow. “So, Glaser? You part of the tribe?”

“Yes, yes, I am. Not that I’m religious or anything.”

“Me neither. Our mothers must be very disappointed.”

“I'm sure they are.” She muses.

When they’re done, Russell opens his wallet and Adelaide puts her hand on his.

“I can pay. I’m a very cheap date. Pancakes and a coke.”

“That’s why you should let me pay. I was willing to shell out more.”

“Oh yeah? How much?”

“For a classy chick like you? Steak dinner, at least.”

“Gotta make it my while for missing out on the bus station.”

“Exactly.” He pays and they walk to the exit.

He opens the door for her.

“Who said chivalry is dead?” She applauds.

“I do my best.” He smiles. It didn’t really feel like a date. Yes, he is very attracted to her and he knows she likes him, but he didn’t feel the need to try to put on a front. She’d see through it anyway.

“So, it’s almost ten. What are you normally doing right now?” She asks. “And don’t lie. I’ll know if you do.”

“Probably be a little buzzed from the bar, go home, get high, and watch Lance Link Secret Chimp.”

Her brown eyes widen. “Okay, you’re making that last part up. That’s not a thing.”

“It is! It’s a secret agent and he’s a chimp and they dub his voice. It’s for kids, but it’s fucking crazy. They show it before the channels go off.” He puts his hands up.

“This better not be a ploy to get me to your apartment.” She narrows her eyes.

“Have a little faith. Besides, baby, if it was, it’d be a little better than a monkey spy.”

They walk back to his car and he drives to his place. She follows him up the stairs.

“Are you feeling safe about your spleen and other organs?”

“I am.” She grins at him and he can’t help but grin back. He really likes this girl.

She follows him inside to the couch where he flips on the television. True to his word, there’s a chimpanzee with a gun and another in a wig. It’s ridiculous.

“You want a nightcap?” He offers.

“I’m pretty sure you mentioned getting high.” She opens her coat and throws it over the arm of the couch.

His eyes move over her form-fitting green sweater and black skirt. Her hips are curvier than he originally noticed. He stops staring at her and rolls a joint. He lights it, inhales, and hands it to her. She inhales much more deeply than he expects before giving it back.

Ten minutes later, the joint is smoldering in the ashtray, the chimp in the wig yells for Lance, and Russell’s on the floor of his apartment hovering over Adelaide. She takes the hand on her hip and places it higher on her breast. She moans as he spreads his long fingers to knead the soft flesh through her sweater. She’s heaven. He pulls back.

“No.” She murmurs chasing his lips.

“No?” He looks at her.

“Yes.”

He lifts his hands and she sighs. She shakes her head trying to get her thoughts straight.

“I mean, I don’t want you to stop kissing me.”

“I don’t either. I just think we should get off the floor. “ He gets to his feet and swoops her up before she says anything. Her legs squeeze his waist. “Kinda got a roach problem.”

“Ahh, did they lure you in with cheap rent?”

“Mhmm.” He kisses her again.

“Are there any in your bedroom?” Her arms wind around the back of his neck.

“None.”

“We should probably go in there, huh?”

“Yes, we should.”

She rubs herself against the growing hardness on his thigh and he nearly bolts into his bedroom. He takes off his glasses and sets them on the nightstand while she tugs her sweater over her head. He shrugs off his sweater and throws it somewhere in his room. She pulls him to her by his belt buckle and kisses him. He shucks his pants down and kicks them off. Before she touches her tights, he stops her.

“I wanna do that.”

“Oh?”

She lays back on the mattress while he kneels on it and tugs her gently to him by the ankle.

“You have great legs.”

“They’re short.”

“Still great.”

He rolls the waistband down and kisses her stomach holding himself over her. She sighs, closing her eyes. He peels the fabric down kissing every newly exposed inch of skin until they’re off. She looks at him, breathless. She smiles at the tent in his boxers and opens her legs a little wider.

She gasps as he mouths at the fabric before pulling her underwear off. He groans and shoves his head further between her thighs. She’s gripping onto his thick curly hair and moans his name. She laughs, almost giddy. He eases in two fingers and her back arches off the bed.

“That good for you?” He pants creating a steady rhythm.

“Yes—oh!” Her hand hits the mattress.

His mouth latches onto her and she whimpers. “Don’t stop. Please. Please. Russell, please.”

She’s rocketing towards her peak, legs trembling around his head. She looks fantastic like this. Every sound makes him want to shove his hips into the mattress for some kind of relief. She barely recovers when she surges forward and pushes him back against the pillows.

“Condoms?” She unhooks her bra and tosses it.

“Top drawer.” Russell chokes out, head spinning.

He hears the foil tear and bucks his hips when she grabs him. He hears her whine and looks to see her dipping her fingers in between her legs. She runs her glistening hand over him in a few strokes. It’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

Her hands seek purchase on his shoulders as she rocks down on him. He lets out a strangled gasp of her name, bottoming out.

“Fuck.”

“Mmm, you feel good too.” She smiles at him.

Adelaide moves slowly at first like she’s getting used to him. Russell bucks his hips and she moans. She looks down at him and circles her hips.

“Shit.” He didn’t realize it was a competition, but now he wants to win.

It’s a battle for dominance as their bodies find a rhythm. She’s absolutely wild pushing him further and further. It’s incredible. It’s never been like this. Her body goes rigid and he knows she’s close. His thumb plucks that little nub over and over until she shatters. He rolls her over slamming his hips harder. He hitches her leg higher up his back chasing his own high now. It’s muggy and sweaty in his tiny bedroom but all he can think about how tight she’s gripping him and the way her nails dig into his back. He yells her name and collapses on her in a sweaty, tangled heap. Fuck, that was the best he’s ever had.

Russell pulls out of her and gets rid of the condom in the trash.

“Bathroom?” She asks.

“In there.” He points to the door.

When she comes back, he sees how messy and tangled her braid is now. It’s barely together and her beautiful face is flushed and pink. He leans over and kisses her.

“Glad you asked me out.” She whispers against his mouth.

“Glad you said yes.” He smirks.

In the morning, Russell opens his eyes to find himself alone in the bed. It surprises him because he thought they had a great time, twice. He had only dozed off for an hour when she asked him if she could return the favor and show him how well she used her mouth. He remembers her getting back into bed and he didn’t tell her she had to leave, but either way, she was gone.

18 months later

Russell checks his watch. He and John are meeting a reporter to talk more about the Czechoslovakia rescue and the EM-50. They made the army look good and they wanted to seize the opportunity to catch up with their media darlings. They aren’t late but Russell wants this over as soon as possible. He really can’t talk about it anymore especially since the Army’s story was a lot smoother than what actually happened. After a well-deserved promotion, Louise had been reassigned to Spain and called it quits with Russell. She was much more interested in work than him and that was fine. Stella is somewhere in Italy without John. There were really no hard feelings. At least they’ll always have basic training and General Barnicke’s house. The newly single men are waiting in a hotel in Switzerland for a reporter.

The cameramen walk through first and greet them. They seem nice enough.

“Addie should be right behind us.” The one called Eric tells them.

As if on cue, she walks in. Her brown hair is curled and reaches her shoulders. Makeup defines her large dark eyes and a nude lipstick outlines her mouth. She looked like a regular college student before and now she looked like, well, a reporter.

“Addie Glaser.” She gives a polite smile to both of them. It hasn’t been a long time, but she looks older now. Not in a bad way. Perhaps, it’s the professional pantsuit, the perfect hair, and makeup.

“John Winger and Russell Ziskey. Privates First Class.” John gestures to himself then Russell.

Russell stares at her, watching for any sign of recognition, but she doesn’t give any. She gave him a polite smile with still no indication that she knows who he is and what they’d done together. He didn’t imagine it. He had the scratches on his back to prove it. It’s not like he’s been holding out for her or anything. He’s an adult and he moved on, but even a wink would be nice.

“So, I don’t see the piece taking more than a few hours. I have the questions here if you’d like to review them. The military often does. We’re really just checking in on the both of you.” She explains sliding a piece of paper over to them. Russell just blinks owlishly at her from behind his thick glasses.

“Sure, sounds good.” John gives her a smile. She simply nods.

“We need to do a bit of scouting, so if it’s okay I thought you could read the questions and we find a good location to talk?” She suggests. Her voice sounds huskier. Maybe it always was.

John nods and watches her walk away. He lets out a low whistle.

“She’s definitely made for the camera.” He looks back when Russell doesn’t say anything. “What? Hey, you okay?”

“That’s her!”

“Yes, she is the reporter.”

“No, remember back in Kentucky, I told you I had a date with this awesome girl, and the next morning she was gone?”

“Um, I’m gonna be honest, no.”

“We met at the center teaching English. She was moving to New York—”

“Wait, the dream girl you ditched me for? No. We decided you smoked too much pot that night and made her up.” John shakes his head.

“I didn’t though. It was her. Adelaide Glaser.”

“C’mon before Louise when did you have a chance with makin' it with a classy chick like that?” John shoots him a skeptical glance.

“She looks classy but she’s got a filthy, filthy talented mouth.” Russell sighs. He can’t start thinking down that road. It was dangerous.

“Little Miss Wake Up Cincinnati is Bus Station Blowjob Girl?” John laughs.

“She was kidding but yes that’s her. I swear. Those eyes. That voice. I didn’t make her up.” Russell puts his hand on his buddy’s shoulder and looks in his eyes.

“Huh. Say I believe you. You gonna say anything?” His blue eyes narrow.

“Well, she didn’t.” He shrugs.

“What’s she supposed to say, Russ? Hi, I’m here for the interview. Here are my questions. Ps. Remember when I sat on your face? Not very professional.” John scoffs.

“I should’ve never given you so many details.” Russell scratches the back of his neck.

“Just play it cool.” John pats him on the chest.

They skim her questions and cross off the ones that might give away a little too much. Adelaide returns.

“There’s a little study. I talked to the manager and he said we can shoot it there.” She points behind her.

“You speak German?” John asks.

“Yeah, but it’s not as good as my French.” She shrugs.

John looks back at Russell with raised eyebrows.

She sits them in front of the alcove and lets her crew get settled.

“Do you come to Switzerland often?” She crosses her legs. Her tailored trousers sit well on her hips. God, she looks good.

“Occasionally. We move all around Europe.” John answers. “How about you?”

“I work out of the London office, mostly, but they send me wherever they want.” She opens a bag and dusts her face with light powder. She offers it to them and they shake their heads. “Yeah, shine shouldn’t be too much of an issue for you two.”

“We went through your questions and there’s a few we won’t be able to answer. For national security.” John hands her back the paper.

Her eyes roam over it and she chuckles.

“Well, I didn’t think you would, but thought I’d try.”

The cameras start rolling.

“Good afternoon, I’m Addie Glaser and I’m here with two American heroes, John Winger and Russell Ziskey. Privates First Class. Right out of basic training, they were assigned to watch over new technology. They didn’t know they’d be using it to launch a full rescue of their unit. We’re here to find out more about their remarkable story.”

The camera operator calls cut and Adelaide brushes her bangs from her eyes.

“Okay, Addie. That’s good for now.” Eric tells her.

“If I go to too fast, please let me know. Otherwise, we’ll just go through the questions as listed.” She explains.

“Why was your unit picked to protect the EM-50?”

“The higher-ups felt we showed initiative when our drill sergeant was injured and completed our training by ourselves,” John answers, his voice as smooth as silk.

“So, you weren’t officially trained?”

“No, no, we were.” Russell steps in. “They just recognized that we had the kind of drive they needed for the project.”

She watches him but he stares at a spot behind her.

“Interesting. You were brought to Italy, correct?”

They nodded.

“We were reunited with our original drill sergeant.” Russell answers.

“That would be Sergeant Hulka?” She looks down at her notes, knowing the camera is on them.

“Yes.” Russell nods.

“And how long were you on the project before the incident happened?” She tilts her head slightly.

“A week or so,” John replies.

“You really enjoy baptism by fire, hmm?” Adelaide lifts her eyebrows.

“We just naturally have that instinct to go all in.” John puffs out his chest.

“Why were you in Germany if the project was stationed in Italy?”

John and Russell look at each other. Russell leans forward.

“Since she, the EM-50, was so new, they felt she needed a test in friendly territory.”

“You mean West Berlin. There was no intention to go to East Berlin?”

“No, never.” Russell clears his throat.

They pause to let the cameras adjust and she looks over her notes.

“Okay, since you can’t say why your unit was in Czechoslovakia, we’re just gonna pick up with the rescue, yeah?”

They nod, silently. Russell hopes she’s buying what they’re selling. He can’t really tell since she seems so pleasant. That could just be for the cameras or he’s nervous for no reason. Her crew says something to her and she frowns.

“What’s wrong?” Russell can’t help but ask.

“Equipment issue. I’m sorry.” She shoots a look at the cameraman who bows his head.

Adelaide grabs her purse and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. She offers them to John and Russell who shake their heads. She lights up and blows the smoke out of her mouth.

“How long have you been a reporter?” John asks.

“About seven months. When they found out I could speak multiple languages and look half decent on camera, they sent me to Europe.” Her tongue wets her lower lip and Russell stares.

“I’d say more than half-decent.” Russell clears his throat. John’s eyes widen “Y-You look really nice.”

“Thanks.” She takes another drag of the cigarette. She’s really acting like she doesn’t know him. He thought she had been amazing. Was he that forgettable? Did some guy in New York completely erase him from her memory?

Her eyes flick over to him and he raises his brow.

“Have you been stationed in Europe long?” She looks at both of them.

“Yeah. We only left for the medal ceremony.” John answers.

“What kind of medals?” She leans forward and Russell takes the bait. He removes the medal from his uniform and hands it to her. She inspects it in her small palm.

“Valor, huh? I didn’t know they gave those out right now.” She hands it back and Russell feels the heat move down the back of his neck.

“What do you mean?” He swallows hard.

“Well, we’re not officially in a war with Russia.” She puts out her cigarette.

“It’s more for helping our fellow man. We didn’t really engage with the Russians. In an official…battle.” John straightens up.

She hums and turns her attention back to her crew. John and Russell look at each other. At least the cameras are off right now. It takes about an hour for them to fix the equipment and they have to reshoot everything. She keeps things upbeat and asks if they were scared or nervous. How lucky they were to be so close when their friends happened upon the wrong place at the wrong time. John got to peacock his own bravery and Russell speaks vaguely to the capabilities of the EM-50.

“Now, two female military police officers had been with you, yes?”

“Yes. Corporals Cooper and Hansen.”

“And you’re both involved with them?”

“No. Not anymore. We’re all just really dedicated to our work and they’re fantastic soldiers. I’m sure they’ll continue to do great things.” Russell answers truthfully.

Adelaide’s face stays stoic as she nods.

“Kicking off your military careers with such a bang, it’ll be interesting to see how you two continue to serve our country. Thank you for your time, gentlemen, and thank you for your service. I'm Addie Glaser here in Switzerland.” She smiles at the camera. “Back to you, New York.”

She unclips her lavalier microphone and helps the crew pack up. Russell and John lend a hand. By the time they’re ready to move the equipment back out to the van, they see they’re surrounded by thick white snow.

“Fuck.” Adelaide growls. They’re definitely not leaving now. She huffs and goes back inside. She explains the situation to the manager who told her she did not see any snow in the forecast and that they were welcome to any of their open rooms. Adelaide hands over her credit card for three rooms.

Russell and John help them bring the equipment up to the rooms.

“Now’s your chance.” John nudges him in the ribs.

Russell glares at him before walking over to her. “Since you’re stuck here cause of us, can we treat you to dinner?”

“It’s fine. Thank you though.”

“Not even a steak dinner?”

Her dark eyes glitter. Does she remember after all?

“How bout a drink?”

“Now you’re talking.”

They make it down to the little restaurant inside the hotel. Everyone eats together, but after a while, the camera crew heads up to their rooms and John takes a taxi back to the base. It’s only Russell and Adelaide left in a cozy corner by a fireplace. She holds her whiskey in her hand. They’ve been tiptoeing around each other for the last half hour. He’s hoping to get to the truth.

“Wanna play 20 questions?” He arches an eyebrow.

“I used all of mine.” She sips her drink.

“You’re Addie, now?”

“They said Adelaide sounded like an old lady.”

They both laugh.

“Well, I got another.” His fingers drum on the glass.

“Shoot.”

“Why are you pretending like we’re strangers?”

She lets out a long sigh before answering. “Because I’m here to do my job. I don’t need everyone at the station knowing I fucked the cute soldier.”

“Cute, huh?” He tilts his head. He can’t really blame her for wanting to keep everything above board in front of her coworkers.

“Shut up. You already know you’re cute.” She rolls her eyes.

“Why did you leave?” He looks at her seriously.

“Did you really want me to stay?” She shifts in her seat.

“Really. Why did you leave? I thought we had a good time.”

“We had a great time. But I was leaving for New York in a few months.” She crosses her legs. “And—it doesn’t matter.”

He lifts his eyebrows. “What?”

“You were fun but you were also a mess. No real job. The cockroach apartment?”

“Okay, can’t argue with that.” He sighs. “But I did like you.”

“Not enough to call.” She shrugs. "And when I went back to the center, they said you'd left without notice."

“Touche.” He brings his glass to his lips.

“I do have a question.”

“What?”

“What really happened on that rescue?”

“Exactly what we said.” He looks away from her.

“Don’t piss on my leg and tell me it’s raining.”

Russell laughs. “You’re so charming.”

“I mean it.”

“It’s classified.”

“You’re lying again.”

He shakes his head. He’s drunk and very attracted to her. He should’ve left with John. The words spill out of his mouth before he can stop them. The weekend trip with the girls. Stillman coming after them and taking the wrong turn. All of it.

“I knew it.” She smiles, satisfied.

Russell sighs and buries his head in his hands. He should’ve kept his mouth shut.

To his surprise, two weeks later when the piece airs, it’s exactly what they filmed. He holds his breath when she mentions the rescue but she sticks to their story. The next day he calls her station, explains who he is, and asks for her number. They give it to him. She picks up on the second ring.

“Hey, Addie. It’s Russell. Russell Ziskey.”

“You finally called. How’d you get the number?” She sounds more amused than upset.

“Your station.”

“Wow. They’re just handing it out to anyone.”

“Hey, I’m an American hero and they liked my interview.”

She laughs on the other end. He really likes her laugh and presses his face into the wall. He’s got it bad.

“What can I do for you, Private Ziskey?”

“Why didn’t you tell everyone what happened? About the rescue? I didn’t say it was off the record.”

“Please, you were drunk.” She scoffs. “Besides, I just wanted to know if I was right. I didn’t actually wanna burn you.”

“You little minx.”

She laughs again.

“Listen…” He takes another deep breath. “I’m gonna be in London in two weeks and I owe you a steak dinner. Can I take you out?”

“Sure, why not?”

The date is much more adult than their first. He’s wearing a sports coat and she has on a burgundy dress. The restaurant has cloth napkins and a coat check room.

“I didn’t mean to blow you off at the interview.” She says after dessert. “No one takes me seriously. They think I got the assignment cause I’m a pretty face. Tom and Eric, especially.”

“Fuck ‘em. You’re a good reporter and you know it.”

“Thanks.” She smiles and takes a sip of her wine. “When I heard about the whole rescue, I'll admit I was impressed.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I read what I could find on that EM-50 and it’s pretty technical. You understand all that?”

“I do. I know her like the back of my hand.”

“And I already know what you can do with your hand.”

In a blink, they’re back at her apartment and she’s riding him on her sofa. He barely got his jacket off.

“How’d you, uh, how’d you have the condoms ready?” He pants.

“You think I’m gonna see your sexy ass again and not fuck you?” She rolls her hips.

“Fuck, Addie.” He gasps. “You’re so good at this.”

“Mmm. Thanks for the feedback.” She chuckles, breathless. “So are you, Russ.”

Russell wraps his hand around the nape of her neck and captures her mouth in a kiss. His other hand disappears between her legs. She whines.

“Oh, oh, god, I’m right there! Russell!” She cries out and shudders on top of him.

He buries his face in her neck and follows after a few thrusts. She smiles at him, winded. She runs her hands down his face and kisses him.

“You really thought I forgot you?”

“Almost.”

She runs her pointer finger down the slope of his nose. “Silly man.” She kisses him again before getting off his lap.

“Hey, where are you going?” He asks, watching her stand up.

“To the bathroom. This is my apartment, remember?” She laughs.

Russell gives her a dimpled smile and rubs the back of his neck.

“Now, take your clothes off and get in the bedroom.” She nods towards the door.

He doesn’t need telling twice. “Yes, ma’am.”

A year later

WEDDING ANNOUNCEMENTS

In a traditional Jewish ceremony, SPC Russell Ziskey (US ARMY), 38, married Adelaide Glaser, 27, fresh off her hiring from BBC News as their new travel correspondent. A small reception will be held on Saturday with family and friends. Best wishes to the happy couple.

The sun creeps in through the soft white curtains in their Parisian honeymoon suite. Adelaide looks down at her new husband. He’s fast asleep. She plants a hand on the mattress and shoves off. She gets to her feet but feels a tug on her wrist. It’s Russell’s large hand.

“No. Stay.” He mumbles, voice hoarse from sleep.

“Wow.” She chuckles. “That first night really did a number on you, huh?”

She crawls back over to him and places a knee on either side of his body. He nods.

“Ooh, my poor baby.” She cups his face with her hands.

“I’m very traumatized.” He smiles, dimples blooming.

She leans down and places delicate kisses on his forehead, cheekbones, and nose. Her hand cards through his thick, soft brown hair and he sighs, closing his eyes at her touch.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, Mr. Ziskey.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Ziskey.”

#stripes 1981 #russell ziskey #oc: adelaide glaser #russell ziskey x ofc #fan fic

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terresarecycling · 3 months

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Is Your Closet Overflowing? Discover Textile Recycling in Adelaide

Clothing and textile waste is a growing concern, especially with the rise of fast fashion. Many of us find our closets overflowing with clothes that we no longer wear or need. This not only clutters our living spaces but also contributes to environmental pollution. If you’re living in Adelaide and facing this problem, there's an effective solution: textile recycling. At TERRESA Recycling, we offer comprehensive textile recycling services to help you manage your wardrobe waste responsibly.

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kjissexy1994 · 3 years

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WORDS OF SHAKESPEARE: The Return of a very Supa Occasion! (Special guest: Richard)

On the 19th of June 2021, my old friend, Maiwel alumni and acting veteran Richard and I went to the Supanova Comic and Gaming Convention at Sydney Olympic Park in Homebush Bay. The 2021 edition of Supanova was the first time in two years that it was held in Sydney as last year’s edition was called off due to “You Know What” alongside Adelaide, Brisbane and Perth.

To implement with the health and safety protocols, the layout of the convention was more smaller and laid out to comply with physical distancing measures as well as entering via a QR Code.

When I first entered the Dome Exhibition centre seeing all of the convention goers and Cosplayers of superheroes, sci-fi and anime. I kneeled down and proclaimed “HALLELUJAH!” as many of the convention fans from NSW were starved of a taste of a full-on convention since the world went upside down early last year (Outside of the smaller edition of Oz Comic Con titled OCC POP UP which was held earlier in March of this year).

Supanova contained a teeming amount of Cosplayers from DC Comics and Marvel Superheroes, Rick and Morty, Steven Universe, Star Wars, Ghostbusters, Doctor Who and Power Rangers, Cosplayers from anime such as My Hero Academia, JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Naruto and Disney films including Mary Poppins, Mulan and The Little Mermaid, Cosplayers from Video games including Overwatch, Pokémon, Super Mario, Sonic the Hedgehog, Street Fighter, Resident Evil, Mortal Kombat, Cyberpunk 2077, Final Fantasy, Sonic the Hedgehog and Undertale, Cosplayers from Web animations for instance including RWBY, Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss as well as various furry Cosplayers and cosplays of my childhood such as Pingu. There was also a very innovative cosplay such as an attendee dressed up as a giant functional Nintendo Game Boy System! The costumes looked absolutely well designed and spot on as I asked kindly for photos!

A number of RWBY fans and Cosplayers noticed me wearing Jaune’s Pumpkin Pete Hoodie. I must admit, I’d make a pretty good Jaune cosplayer if I could get his armour, his “Crocea Mors” sword and shield and dye my hair blonde!

There was also the Cosplay stage across from The Dome where there was a competition for the very best and innovative costume, as well as seminars of the bigger name Australian celebrities.

Speaking of the celebrities, Due to the international borders being closed until either the middle of next year or when the majority of the population of Australia is vaccinated, Supanova relied heavily on home grown talent from our country for example (but not limited to) Manu Bennett, David Wenham, Josh Lawson, Kodi Smit-McPhee, Georgia Haigh, Nicholas Hamilton and frequent Supanova Attendee, John Jarratt who is famous for portraying the infamously ominous and frightening Mick Taylor from the horror movie franchise “Wolf Creek.” I still remember being scared straight to high heaven watching the movie when I was very young due to Jarratt’s portrayal of the heinous horror character next to Bill Skarsgard’s portrayal of Pennywise the clown in Stephen King’s IT Chapters one and two, but alas Jarratt was a very generous and friendly larrikin!

There was a lot of great activities to do including the “Black Widow Obstacle Course” where you had to complete a number of tasks within the time limit in order to win a prize, Star Wars Lightsaber demonstrations and tutorials and the “Battlecry” LARP (live action role playing) battle displays and demonstrations where you could fight your friend or one of the friendly Battlecry veterans such as Sammy Owen from the recent Medibank Commercial with a rubber sword or axe. This was a very great debut for my LARPING alter ego, “Boar-Head: The Sworded Brawler” and I am very interested in joining a Battlecry LARP group in the future!

There was a very colourful display of artwork, comics and prints at the Artists Alley, with various comic book artists from across Australia such as (but not limited to) Queenie Chan of Fabled Kingdom, Anthony Christou of Luminous Ages and Camillo Di Pietrantonio famous for illustrating the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles IDW comics.

The Fabulous Wonder Mama also made a guest appearance as she is a superhero representing the LGBT Community.

The Artists Alley also had tables of independent artists selling comics, prints, bookmarks and badges available. Looking at the artwork made me feel like I was at an Art Museum for the fans of pop culture!

For those who want to spend some dough, there were also stalls selling new and vintage comics and trading cards, Pop Vinyl Figures, Animation cells from cartoons and movies of yesteryear, Action figures and gaming consoles from the eighties and nineties, LGBT pride flags, rock and metal band t shirts and apparel and Plushies from Japanese anime and video game franchises such as Pokémon and Digimon. There were also games to play such as Super Smash Bros Ultimate for the Nintendo Switch so fellow gamers can smash their friends out of the arena! For the con-loving geeks who were hungry, Dominos had a stall selling various flavours of pizzas and garlic bread and the canteens in the Sydney Olympic Park Dome sold fish and chips, bagels, sushi and coffee. Byron Beef Jerky also had a traditional stall selling all kinds of flavours such as Teriyaki, Chilli and the infamous “Devil’s Doo-Doo!” (Not for the faint hearted!)

Whilst Supanova Comic and Gaming Con in Sydney was a fun event for the inner nerds, parts of the con had to be completely modified and or removed in order to be healthy and safe for example, the discontinuation of handing out free goodie bags containing the guidebook and map of the layout of the con and other cool things making both the map and guide digital exclusive via the Supanova Website.

Another notable absence was the Australian Wrestling Federation wrestling ring where the pro wrestlers of the aforementioned promotion would host a series of three wrestling matches per day and the wrestlers would hand out free autographs, this really kind of hurt me as a fan of pro wrestling for sixteen years but it’s better to be safe than sick. At least the Battlecry LARP displays and demos filled in its place!

For the seminars, gone are the days of staff handing the microphone to the audience for the Q&A’s as they have to lineup behind the microphone in order to ask an interesting question to the guests.

I also didn’t like how some parts of the convention was a bit squashy when you first entered, in the artist’s alley and in some of the stalls. Like I said, we are in a receding health crisis and we need to wear masks, be physically distant, wash our hands and get the much needed vaccine shot against the you know what!

All in all, Supanova had a amazing return to full flight in Sydney despite the scare earlier in the week and the lack of International guests. I was starved of a full on convention throughout the year of misery last year and as a person on the autism spectrum, cons are such an amazing way to make new friends and to show out your inner geek, nerd,fanboy or whatever via cosplaying, gaming, greeting guests, purchasing artwork and so on and so forth all in a very safe measure!

I give this year’s Supanova in Sydney a 7 out of 10. This edition was absolutely different compared to last year’s and I have strong confidence that next year’s edition in Sydney and abroad will have well known and beloved international guests back to the much loved Comic and Gaming convention next year, just in time for Supanova’s 20th birthday!

Next time I am in Sydney, I will be going to the Vivid Festival which will be in August so stay tuned for that!

Happy trails!

K.J (Kane)

#words of shakespeare #Supanova #supanova 2021 #sydney supanova #sonic the hedgehog #star wars #sydney olympic park

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pinnithin-writes · 4 years

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Hardly An Apology

Written after 417 aired. 2093 words.

There was still blood on Pleck’s face.

This wasn’t necessarily a problem exclusive to him. They were all a little bloodied, a little shell-shocked, a little worn out. The entire crew had been put through the ringer, atoms arranging and rearranging in rapid succession as the Dame took them on a ride through time. On her last day alive, too. That was nice of her.

Lately, Pleck had thought a lot about what he was going to do on his last day alive. Y’know, after he’d learned about the whole “throw yourself into the Allwheat” thing. He’d tried to stay optimistic about it - he wasn’t exactly a master problem solver, but he hadn’t resigned himself to oblivion just yet, poking at the dilemma from different angles as he tried to find another way out.

Late at night, with the eldritch thing whispering to him, he had to admit his fate was hard to ignore.

He stood at the bathroom sink, mechanically rinsing the blood from his mouth and nose, avoiding his own reflection. He knew he needed a shave. He knew he needed to comb his hair. The chores of self-maintenance piled up as the days bled together in a meaningless smear while Seesu’s campaign spun its wheels. At least they’d finally gained some traction today.

No thanks to him. Sometimes, Pleck wasn’t even sure why he came on the missions for all the good he did them. He lacked Dar’s confidence. C-53’s intellect. Even AJ, headstrong and fearless, pushed them toward their goal with his actions. What did Pleck do? Well, lately, he just sort of hung around.

A favor for Dar, really. They had asked him to be there, to be him, so Dar could effectively be Dar . And because Dar had asked, Pleck had done it. He owed Dar a hundred favors for how many times they’d saved his sorry skin.

He cut the water off. Dried his face with a towel and let out the ghost of a laugh - a short, humorless exhale through his nose. It sounded louder than it had any right to be in the silence of the bathroom, with only the buzzing fluorescent light overhead to keep him company.

Pleck had been promoted today. Second Lieutenant. Or, Lieutenenant, he guessed. A rank and a job, given out of what, sympathy? Kindness? It didn’t matter, really. Turns out he’d repaid that kindness with a blaster shot to the brain.

Coming back to Bargie after all of that was a nauseating experience. He grimaced at the memory as he hung the towel up to dry. They all had a bad habit of putting up humorous walls around themselves when they were uncomfortable, grasping at distractions, latching onto funny details like they were lifelines in a stormy sea. Making jokes was something they knew how to do, something they were good at, something grounding. It anchored them, but anchors were oh so heavy.

Yeah, keep it tight! Great slogan! Great pants! Great job! Good one, guys!

They still watched someone die right in front of them. And then watched another someone pass on moments later. A one-two punch to the gut. Nothing a couple good jokes couldn’t fix, right?

A brief moment passed where Pleck thought he was going to lose the contents of his stomach, slapping a hand against the bathroom wall to brace himself as the vertigo twisted his gut. He saw it on the backs of his eyelids when he blinked. The zing of blaster fire, smashing in a starburst against Dar’s body. They were dead before they hit the ground.

His fault. Just like everything else.

He pulled in a shaky breath, managing to fight down the nausea. Rodd, he’d been mid-apology when it happened, too, as part of owning up to his long and exhaustive list of mistakes. It didn’t matter that he’d pulled the trigger years ago, when he was someone else entirely. It was still something he needed to make amends for. “Sorry I shot you,” he’d meant to tell Dar. “It was wrong and I feel terrible.”

Now what was he going to say? Sorry I killed you and left your body in the mud? Sorry you had to watch yourself die and then clean up my mess?

Guilt crawled into Pleck’s throat and settled there. He tugged his robe tighter around his torso, a self-soothing habit he’d developed over the past few months, and exited the bathroom. Instead of wandering down the hall to his closet, his feet carried him in the other direction to the adjacent room. He heaved open the door and flicked on the light, greeted by the gentle hum of the air unit and a distinct rise in humidity as he stepped inside.

The memory of the thick air on Flerp smacked him in the mouth and he had to take a second to lean back against the door. Calm down, calm down, he told his racing heart. You’re in the hydroponics room. Aboard the Bargarean Jade. You’re not on a distant planet in a downpour watching your friend die. He rubbed the heel of his hand into his good eye and pulled in a steadying breath.

It’s okay. You’re okay. We’re all okay.

That was it, right? Why he felt so wrong about it all. Like he didn’t have permission to grieve. There was nobody to grieve - Dar was with them on the ship now, and Dar was with them on the ship in the past, and everything had turned out alright. It was fine, they had a laugh, and they went about their business.

Pleck still felt shitty, though. He tried to swallow past the guilt in his throat.

He pushed off from the door and padded to the first rack of grow trays. He’d been coming in here a lot lately, having nothing to do around the ship. The warmth of the air and the moisture it held made him think of warm summer rains back on his home planet. Pleck remembered walking barefoot out in the grass fields as a kid, feeling the soft give of the soil under his toes as he watched the irrigation structure crawl a lazy track across the farm.

This room wasn’t exactly like that, but he did often go without shoes in here. More for nostalgic purposes than anything. The smooth metal flooring still felt nice on the soles of his feet, warm from the blaze of the grow lights. The system in here was automated, racks of machinery operating the whole process without any assistance needed from a sentient. There was no possible way Pleck could have jucked this one up.

Just like he’d-

He’d-

Pleck shook his head to clear it, focusing on the hum of the fan and the gentle sway of the plants in front of him. It made him feel a little homesick, actually, following the little seedlings to maturation. These were mostly leafy greens - butter lettuce, romaine, some spinach, a few varieties of cabbage - kept in the dark as they germinated for a few days within a square plug of peat moss and polymer. Watching the mechanical arms rotate the baby sprouts from the darkness to the light was hypnotic, and Pleck often found himself passing hours in here without realizing it.

It made him feel useful, even if he wasn’t really doing anything, making a slow circuit of the room and checking on the plants. Pinching off dead leaves where they appeared, refilling the nitrogen caddy, checking the roots for rot, harvesting and bagging the vegetables for the fridge later. Mindless, repetitive motions that slowed his pulse and passed the time.

He needed to be here right now.

Pleck tended the greens, grounding himself in a tactile comfort as he tentatively turned over the day’s events in his head. He skirted around the time stuff - it hurt just thinking about it and he preferred his feet planted firmly in the present - instead uttering a small prayer for the passing of Adelaide Wiggles. The last of her species. The Memorex had died with her, slumped to the cobalt floor of a crumbling mansion. Dignified, somehow, despite the biscuits clattering across the floor as she fell.

She’d looked her end in the eye and greeted it jauntily. Pleck wished he had that kind of resolve.

Watching the Dame’s life gently snuffed out like candlelight, while quite sad, was much easier to focus on than the other thing that gnawed at him. The thing he had done. It lodged in his neck like an extra set of teeth. He traced a fingertip over the gentle arc of a lettuce leaf, wondering if that had been the one to pull the trigger.

Pleck didn’t make a habit of firing guns, not past the old peashooter his father used to let him borrow as a kid. Sometimes they’d go out after X-Marse to the ditch behind the farmhouse and shoot bottles off the broken fridge that had lain there rusting for years. A rare treat. A Rangus vacation. Pleck smiled softly to himself at the memory as he plucked off a sick leaf and discarded it.

A blaster was different, though. It held all the kick and the power needed to kill a sentient, and in a blind panic, Pleck had done exactly that. It had happened so long ago he didn’t even really remember what it felt like, but he did just watch it happen, the stock hammering into his ribcage because he was holding it wrong. He at least remembered the purple bruise that had bloomed there afterward. Taken two weeks to heal.

How selfish he’d been. How utterly ignorant. The fact that his cowardice had gotten Dar killed snagged in his brain like a fishhook.

He stopped in his tracks in front of a healthy grow tray, pressing a trembling hand to his mouth.

He’d really done that, hadn’t he?

Killed Dar.

His captain, his friend, unshakeable in their confidence. That powerful solar flare of a being, all loud words and bold decisions and unstoppable will. Barreling through life like a freight train. And they cared about Pleck even when Pleck didn’t care about Pleck. One infinitesimal moment and they were dead.

Second Lieutenenant. Please. If he had a badge he’d turn it in.

The sob that escaped his chest was more of a thin sigh, rolling over him like one of those summer Rangus storms. His shoulders curled up and he pressed his hand harder against his mouth, as if he could hold the emotion in. He was so sick of having breakdowns in here. It was his cry spot of choice, the ventilation fan just loud enough to keep Bargie from overhearing, and he’d lost track of how many times the Allwheat’s record scratch of a voice had knocked Pleck’s feet out from under him.

He sucked in a shuddering breath through his nose, blinking away the burning in his eye. Dar wouldn’t want him crying over this. He had no right to be crying over this. He wasn’t the one who watched themself die today. Dar alone held that privilege - they were the only one who’d actually done anything about it, stepping up and taking charge, as was their nature, while Pleck stood there uselessly, as was his.

First Beano, now this. Pleck had to start keeping a tally of the friends he’d killed. Another joke for the crew to anchor themselves with. Who was next? C-53? AJ? Watch out, guys. Pleck’s coming for you.

He stood there, trembling in the misty room while the guilt soaked him to the bone, knowing he could never make this right. Dar had already done that for him.

Minutes passed, and the tension eventually ebbed from his shoulders. His breathing evened out. The greens in front of him bobbed passively on their trays of water, up-down-up-down, gentle like his heart. Letting out a long, slow exhale, he leaned his head against the cool aluminum of the hydroponics structure. He was grateful for this room full of life after the death he’d witnessed today.

Maybe one day they could talk this over. Maybe he’d find the impossible words needed for this insurmountable apology. And they could laugh about it, for real, full and genuine and from the heart. For now, though, he needed to hide himself away in this sanctuary, entombed ever so softly by the humid air and the swaying leaves. He couldn’t face them just yet.

“I’m so sorry, Dar,” he whispered to the empty room.

I’m so sorry.

#ink #fanfiction #part of my endeavor to relocate all my ao3 work #can you tell this episode fucked me up #once again apologies to everyone tracking the mtz tag #mission to zyxx

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rolescape · 4 years

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How do you plan to generate revenue in order to fund the site and keep it running long term? I don’t want to pack up and move to a new site without any guarantee that it’s going to last.

We have a lot of ideas on how to generate revenue, but this is going to be highly dependent on our fundraising goals and the ideas from the community! This will not be open to everyone and will be invite-only if there is not enough interest. We aren’t trying to rush things, so no need to pack up your bags just yet. You’ve dealt with Tumblr for this long, you can deal with it a little longer so we make sure that Rolescape is PERFECT, right? 😉

Here are some of our ideas!

Ads: Pay to promote your RPH, creator blog, character blog, Instagram art, deviant art, etc and we will feature you!

Ads: For Etsy artists, redbubble artists, critical role, etc.

SPONSORS!!!

Pay to buy points — points can be earned by using the site, or they can be purchased and used to buy promotion space and some types of collectible badges.

Content creators can sell themes, and Rolescape will take a very small percentage

There will be an entire section for cosplayers, who generate a lot of traffic and are an important part of the RPC in their own area. They can advertise.

Community fundraisers — talent show. Every week, we will ask for submissions for the talent show. Talent shows will consist of dramatic readings of stories/fanfiction, acted-out cosplay scenes, impressions, fandom songs, skits, fan art reel, and whatever the community sends in that they can think of. Buy a $1 ticket to the show and receive a one-time access code to enter the page. All money collected goes back into making Rolescape possible and pays for the storage space to host all those gifs of Adelaide Kane.

These are just some of the ideas we have and we’re always adding more so feel free to drop more ideas here or in the discord whenever you have them!

#rpc #roleplay #indie rp #forum rp #twitter rp #tumblr rp #ask rp #answered #anonymous #rolescape

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24 for nessian prompts please, preferably with a happy ending. Hope you are doing well ❤️

Hope you’re doing well to anon! Hope you like this (yes it does have a happy ending)

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Prompt 24:

“Hello? I miss you”

Life was great.

Nesta now had an amazing life. She had friends who cared for her, game nights every Friday, she was recently prized as one of the most paid and wanted models in the world and she was getting an abundance of marriage proposals and her mother knowing her past heart-break was softly trying to promote the idea of an arranged marriage.

Life was great.

On the outside.

On the inside it was beautiful but there were days when Nesta couldn’t take it anymore. She had moved away from San Francisco and moved back to her family city, Milan. Her mother was the only person who could handle her, the only person who could keep her sisters and their friends away.

Her mother helped her. And she was grateful but when her mother suggested maybe considering dating or maybe looking at marriage proposals sent in from wealthy families she… she zoned out. It made her nauseous that her mother would think that she would let someone else touch her like he used to, that she would let someone hold her and fall asleep, someone who wasn’t him. But she collected herself and told her mom that she wanted to focus on her modelling career.

She hated how much Cassian had embedded himself in her life. She was in another city, another pent house, with other people and she still couldn’t stop thinking about all the beautiful moments they spent. The only thing that stopped her was the bitter memory of why she left San Francisco.

Her cousin Audrey and friend Luna was the one who handled her the most. Luna had gone to San Francisco and got her stuff, her books, and her…things. Then Luna had changed her number, her phone-no she’d just bought her a new phone…because Nesta wasn’t able to delete the pictures, remove the memories or…anything.

So she still had her old phone locked up in the bottom drawer of her dresser. Audrey had piled work on Nesta’s lap, making her forget all about San Francisco, she’d also gone to San Francisco and smoothed over relationships that were jagged from her disappearance. And now, all that was left to do was forget.

But she couldn’t and there lay her problems. She found herself staring at the bottom drawer way too many times.

Did he change? Or did she?

He made her choose, he made her choose over him and her career. He wanted to wake up next to her, he wanted to make her breakfast, he wanted a life together. But she was always travelling for her music videos, for her collections, for modelling, they got a few months together at the best. He wanted her closer to home and now? Now she had to go closer to his home. Literally.

Because Tarquin was making a new fashion line and he’d collaborated with her. The Ocean and Purity Collection.

They were really excited but now they had to take the pictures for the cover and Vogue wanted pictures and they’d decided to do it in fucking Arizona in Phoenix.

As she was about to board her families private jet her mum opened her duffel bag packing stuff in,

“I’ve made your coffee, and your salad make sure you-“

She picked up a phone with a clear cover with a polaroid tucked inside of a man and a woman hugging titled, “My love Cass.”

“What’s this?”

Nesta’s face blanched of colour, “I-I thought that I might need an extra phone if I-“

“Nesta I am your mother, don’t try and hide from me.” Adelaide put her hands on her shoulders, “Be safe, I love you.”

“I love you too.” She picked up her bag and headed out the door.

“Give me a call when you get there and remember to eat your food.”

“Will do.”

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Phoenix was beautiful.

The photo shoot went well but…

She eyed the phone in her bag. Maybe reliving some memories would get them out. She reached for it.

“Don’t even dare.”

She looked up at the person standing next to the door.

“Eris!!”

She hugged him tightly.

“It has been a long time since I’ve seen you. I should probably just move to Milan.”

“You should.” She pulled him to sit down on the couch slinging her feet on his lap.

“So…how are you?” He asked.

“As well as I can be.” She toyed with the ends of her robe.

“When you first met the Knight brothers what did I say?”

She chuckled, “They’re not the type of people to fuck around with, Nes.”

“And what did you do? Date my arch enemy.”

“Eris I am not in the mood for an ‘I told you so moment.’”

“But I will admit that he made you happier than I have ever seen you.” Nesta smiled at how much he cared for her.

“Am I right in thinking my mom sent you here.”

Eris looked at her, amber eyes boring into silver ones.

“Yes she did but not to stop you, she sent me for your own clarity.”

Nesta leaned on her fist, her satin robe shifting.

“Well then give me clarity oh wise one, what shall I do about that?”

“Are you asking the lawyer or the loyal friend?”

“The lawyer.”

“Well the lawyer would tell you to evaluate your choices, sort out your priorities. What do you want more?”

“And the loyal friend?”

“Is it worth it? Is he the worth it? Only do it if you know that he’s not going to hurt you. If you have an ounce of doubt don’t.”

Nesta put a fake smile on her face, “well good thing we’ll never find out if it’s worth it.”

Eris saw right through her, “Make the right choices, Nes. Lord knows you do not need an on and off relationship.”

She sighed.

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She was back in Milan and she’d woken up with a mild headache. They had spent the whole night celebrating her success. Her mum had just come in to call her own for breakfast.

She wrapped a robe on and as she was leaving she eyed the phone again. Fuck it.

She picked it up and turned it on.

She flipped through pictures, after sex-selfies, Disney land pictures, videos.

And then she noticed 6 notifications from her call app.

6 voicemails.

She played them,

“Hey Nes, its Cassian. Just wanted to give you call.”

“Hey, it’s me again, I was wondering if you’d like to meet, to go over everything. I understand if you’re busy.”

“Me again. I just wanted to tell you that I was literally dreaming about who we were back then. Call me back.”

“Hey just relised how selfish I was in the last call. How are you? How’s Milan? Met Luna the other day, she’s…feisty, give me a call back if you’re free.”

“Hello, I know you probably won’t listen to these as I recently found out that you ditched this phone but i-I don’t know why I keep calling. I just wanted to say that if I knew that arguing with you meant losing you forever, that when I went out of the door that I wouldn’t find you when I came back. If I’d known I wouldn’t be able to kiss you again then I would have never done it. I would’ve never had said anything. I am so sorry.”

She looked at the date. It was from 2 weeks ago. And the next one…was from 2 days ago. She pressed it.

“Hello? I miss you.”

She couldn’t take it anymore, her duffel bag was still packed. She went into travel clothes, grabbed her leather trench coat and went out of the door.

Her mom stopped her, “Where are you going?”

“Um, mom I need to-“

Adelaide eyed the phone in her hand. She sighed.

“It seems to me as though you have developed the trait of doing things on a whim from me. Next time you come home bring him, I need to meet the man who made my daughter so happy.”

She kissed her cheek, “I love you mom, I promise I will bye.”

She legged it to the jet.

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Cassian was in Oregon in his uncle’s vineyard overseeing the new architectural designs that was taking place later on in the day. Azriel was helping him out giving him company.

He went up to him,

“This year harvest is going to be good.” Azriel replied.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“You ok?”

Cassian nodded, “When do you think the builders are-“

Azriel gave him a smile-no not him.

Someone behind him. Cassian turned.

And he felt the air being sucked out of him.

Nesta was here, she was…

She stood in a red romper that clung to her and a black leather trench coat on her arm. She dropped it

Her expression was pained.

The she broke into a run the same time he did.

The first contact their bodies made was like rain in a drought.

She wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Nesta, Nesta, Nesta.” His revered whispers sent shivers up her spine.

“You came back.”

She couldn’t take it anymore. His scent overwhelmed her.

She brought her lips down on him.

“I-I don’t wanna be away from you anymore. I’m so sorry for leaving, Cass, it’s just what I do when I need my walls back up I am so-“

“Hush.” He said dropping his face in her hair.

He didn’t care anymore, his supermodel, his baby was back home.

And she was home.

Now or never he told himself.

“Marry me.” He whispered so quietly that Nesta almost didn’t hear him.

Nesta’s eyes widened, but she nodded, “Yes, oh lord yes.”

She kissed him knowing she wasn’t going to get rid of him in a long time.

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SHERIDAN CARRINGTON —

twenty-five, fashion blogger, model

THESE VIOLENT DELIGHTS —

Carrington is not an unknown name, especially when you’re the daughter of Cece Carrington, the Editor in Chief of Q Magazine, and her British Ambassador husband, William. It doesn’t bare the immediate attention of a Kirbey in the Upper East Side, in the streets of London -- They’re practically part of the royal family. Of course, Sheridan fit the role with ease, having a grace and charm about her that could rival any princess, Duchess, or Lady that crossed her path. They were untouchable from the beginning, pure porcelain, the picture perfect family. A woman proving you can have it all -- Two daughters, a loving husband, a successful career. They were perfect, not allowed to be anything less.

Sheridan spent her childhood in the day care of Q magazine. She grew up in that office building, given that her father traveled far too much for the family to consistently come with him. She found a home in the halls of Q headquarters; roaming the halls playing hide and seek with the interns; finding her love for fashion design in listening in to meetings; a passion for writing built in reading each new edition cover to cover. Her entire life became Q, and at the age of eighteen, she became part of the magic -- Sheridan took on a position as a writer, becoming a weekly blogger for anything and everything going on in the fashion world, all coming from the perspective of a young up-and-comer with a fresh set of eyes. She was easily being groomed to take over her mother’s company when the time came, happy to continue wherever her mother decided to leave off.

That is, until her family gathered for a holiday, having puzzle pieces she didn’t know to look for begin to connect. As her dots began to connect, her mother making it clear that her daughter was to take over sooner than later -- The Carrington family had their first earth-shattering scandal break, one that slapped divorce papers on to the kitchen table within hours of her father’s confession. He had an affair -- And not the kind you’re thinking. During a trip to New York, he found himself in the company of Freya Atanas, and nine months later -- Ophelia. It pulled Sheridan’s family apart at the seams, without hesitation. With the betrayal of her father, her mother found a way to poke her bruises further -- Any hope to take over the family business dissipated, with Cece now desiring to rebrand her company, life, and family.

ACT I —

Sheridan once knew exactly who she was – A fashion blogger, the daughter of a fashion magazine editor mother, and Ambassador father. It was clear what she was meant to be as a child, and Sheridan never missed a beat through the years. She never faked it, never put on a charade -- Much to the frustration of many, she actually grew up to be the doe-eyed optimistic faux princess the tabloids paint her to be. She grew up without scandal, without a tabloid worthy issue looming over her; Her parents loved each other, loved her, and she never had to worry much. Silver spoon, wealth beyond their means, high society in her blood. Now, set the newest scene, cue the plot twist: The death of a fashion empress. A quiet holiday spent in the south of France. A father’s confession leaving a family in ruins. A one way ticket, and a new life begun in New York City.

ACT II —

Meeting Buffy Seymour was chance, partnering with her was a long time coming, but finding herself in New York City was no mistake. Though she’s excited to start a new chapter of her life, now working along side one of the hottest up-and-comers in the fashion world, Sheridan can’t seem to fully distract herself with the work load she’s taken on. She packed her bags and set her sights on Manhattan with one intention: Finding Ophelia Atanas, her newly found half sister. It’s a fact Sheridan isn’t sure she’s truly processed, and though she wants to forge a sisterhood somehow with the other girl -- It’s unclear if the sight of her will bring out a familial bond, or anger for her indirectly tearing apart her family.

INSPIRATION —

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CONNECTIONS —

OPHELIA ATANAS — half-sister. Being an only child, Sheridan spent her childhood wanting nothing more than to have a sister. She practically begged her parents when she was a child, only this wasn’t what she had in mind. Finding out her father had an affair with none other than Freya Atanas while Sheridan’s mother was pregnant with her was something she never thought she’d face. Learning that Ophelia Atanas, someone Sheridan considered to be a role model to her, was her half-sister was earth shattering. Naturally, Sheridan sought a reason to get herself into the Upper East Side. Thanks to Buffy Seymour managing to show up at the right place at the right time, Sheridan’s found herself signing a lease at the Kirbey hotel, sitting in the belly of the beast. She doesn’t know how to even approach O, let alone somehow tell her ‘By the way, the father you don’t know is my father, too.' It won’t be a simple feat, but Sheridan’s determined to make a new family from the torn shreds of her old one.

BUFFY SEYMOUR — business partner. Buffy and Sherdian met after the former’s debut at fashion week, and while an ocean has consistently been between them -- They’ve remained in touch ever since. They sit together at whatever fashion show they attend together, Sheridan having modeled Buffy’s last collection for her, her blog filled to the brim with promotion for the new brand. Most of their conversations have ended in Buffy mentioning Sheridan should work with her more directly, more than just Buffy shipping new pieces to the other girl. She’s insisted from day one that they collaborate together, become a force to reckon with in the fashion world. After her father’s confession, she finally reconsidered the offer. She agreed to work with Buffy, only deciding to omit the detail of why she wanted to be in the city to begin with. Buffy’s become a dear friend to her, Sheridan’s not sure she’ll be able to admit her ulterior motive to the other woman.

NATHALIE KIRBEY — new friend. A new forged friendship and partnership with Buffy found Sheridan in the company of Nathalie Kirbey, as well. Needless to say, she’s can’t help but feel Nathalie is the American version of herself. And of course, the two get along because of it. It’s as if Aubrey Hepburn and Grace Kelly crossed paths, becoming close seemingly over night. Any concern about moving into a new city, into a new country, into a new world -- All have been soothed by the company of Nathalie, the two have formed a trio along side Buffy. She’s excited to start her new life in a new place on the right note, but she can’t help but let second thoughts invade her mind -- She didn’t come to the city to start over, she came to find O. Sheridan hasn’t confided in anyone about her secret, and she’s unsure how her new friend will take it.

QUINN ARCHIBALD --- childhood friend. Quinn is someone Sheridan barely remembers, but knows nonetheless. In the time she’s spent traveling because of her father’s work -- the Carrington’s found themselves in the guest rooms of plenty of homes, ‘hosted’ by various family friends. The Archibald’s are no exception, having opened their home to Sheridan’s family. Given that they have a son around her age, it wasn’t surprising that the too were put together, declaring Quinn has her ‘guide’. The two actually kept up their friendship long after the Carrington’s returned home, having become traditional pen pals through out their childhood. They wrote to one another frequently, but of course -- Once graduation came, the letters became far and few between, before nonexistent all together. Sheridan hasn’t heard from Quinn in years, but she hopes that her return to the city will reunite them.

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