#hannah told me to post this lmao

[mvchpastel]

tbh i’m thinking bout that one time cam and i walked around downtown in drunken circles wearing funny hats for like 2 hours in the middle of the night before we passed out on his loveseat watching flight of the conchords in his fucked up lil apartment on a school night and i’m v sad lol i miss platonic intimacy

[the-invisible-queer]

I feel like this is gonna make me sound both like a know-it-all nitpicking you and an insane weirdo who was way too invested in the relationship of two teenagers I don't know but. As someone who literally hyperfixated on both Nick and Miley for basically all of my formative years, and as a result just permanently has an encyclopedia's worth of useless information about their teenage selves stored in my brain even though both fixations died off years ago and I barely pay attention to either of them now, some parts of your post about them are simply killing me and I HAVE to correct and expand on it or I'll explode lol, I'm sorry it's nothing personal:

Kevin misspoke in the doc; the Hannah Montana episode wasn't when they met, they were already dating by then. They met at a charity event on June 11, 2006 according to Miley's book, with Nick also eventually calling June 11 their anniversary in Wedding Bells. IIRC Miley said in the book that Hannah Montana had only been airing for a few months when they met and the boys hadn't really done much of anything with Disney yet, which would definitely indicate emotions happening before any publicity did.

(There's also a very funny/interesting/wtf piece of lore re: this date from yearrrrrs later where Miley either mixed up the dates herself or tried to retcon her own life and gaslight everyone about public information by claiming on Twitter that June 11 was her anniversary with Liam, then deleted it, then announced her divorce very shortly after. That's not really directly related to anything we're discussing here but it was such a bizarre thing to watch happen in real time that it almost dragged me back into the fixation again as a grown ass adult, so I felt compelled to bring it up anyway lmao.)

A LOT of the og Niley Lore came from Miles to Go, where Miley dedicated an entire chapter to Nick (called "Prince Charming" in the book) and their relationship. I don't remember every detail anymore but she definitely said they clicked instantly, became boyfriend and girlfriend the day they met, and stayed up talking on the phone until like 4 a.m. that night, all of which backs up what Kevin said about love at first sight. She also explicitly said in the book that they truly loved each other and had a serious relationship despite how young they were.

A lotttttt of JB songs, especially but not exclusively the ones from the mid-to-late 2000s, are thought to be about Miley and some are very obvious if you know The Lore, but the only ones I know were ever explicitly confirmed besides the ones you mentioned are Sorry, Can't Have You and, of course, Before the Storm. The "hugs are overrated" part of SOS is sometimes thought to be a reference to the day they met, where according to Miley's book he tried to shake her hand and she told him she only did hugs, but I've always assumed that was probably just a coincidence since it seems like logistically it must have been written before they broke up and that would be a weirdly snarky line to write about your current girlfriend. Burnin' Up is also very very heavily thought to have been inspired by Miley, specifically by her look at the 2007 AMAs, which you can Google if you're interested enough; I do believe this one, which makes Selena's appearance in that specific music video much, much funnier.

Essentially all of Miley's earlier Miley songs (as opposed to Hannah ones) are also either confirmed or commonly thought to be about Nick. Also possibly of note is that some of Demi's early songs are also rumored to have a lot of Miley inspiration in them due to Nick co-writing them, which is simply amusing to me, especially considering the chances that at least one song probably ended up being partially about Nick's ex and partially about his brother. I never fixated on Demi or her music as hard as I did on these two though, so I no longer remember which specific songs were implicated here.

Nick confirmed Wedding Bells in his 'answering Google's most searched questions' video, where you could tell even he was thinking "who tf else did y'all think that one could have been about" lmao.

The messy little ping pong game Nick played between Miley and Selena for a while was definitely confirmed; I don't remember if any of them ever explicitly acknowledged it (outside of lyrics like "you love me, you like her" from 7 Things which...damn girl scalp him again), but to me and the other hyperfixated kids following along at the time, the dates alone made it obvious lol. He first got with Selena after the first time he and Miley broke up and then repeated that exact pattern at least two more times over the next few years, rarely being single for any significant length of time at all in between. Baby fuckboi behavior.

In conclusion, both of them have been pretty clear and consistent over the years that the emotions of it all came first and were very real, even if Disney may have capitalized on those emotions for publicity purposes. My specific examples are fuzzy since the fixations were dead by then but I know both of them have described the other as their first love and first heartbreak well into adulthood, including as recently as I think last year for Miley (where she revealed that the first time they broke up she asked if she could give him a hug goodbye and he said no, which is lowkey hilarious even though it makes baby Nick sound like a douche - although knowing his sensitive ass he was probably just afraid he'd start sobbing or something if she hugged him lol).

The only non-Niley piece of input I have to add is that in recent years Miley has definitely expressed negative and complicated emotions about starting her career so young, not in the sense that she didn't actually want it at the time but in the sense that like...children often want to do things that wouldn't be good for them or that they aren't capable of fully understanding the ramifications of, but that doesn't mean their parents should allow them to do those things or that they'll appreciate having been allowed to do those things when they look back as an adult. I don't know a ton about her feelings on it since again, I don't actively follow her anymore and only really see what comes across my feed, but it seems like it was definitely much more complicated than "her dad sold her to Disney Channel" or "she wasn't forced into it so it was fine." For the record I've often wondered if any of the Jonas boys have similar emotions about their young stardom, as most child stars seem to to some degree, but honestly feel like if they do we'll never ever hear about it; they just don't give me the vibe that they'd ever be comfortable talking about that publicly, especially if it involves any complex feelings towards their parents, who they seem to have much closer and healthier relationships with than Miley has with hers.

OKAY I'M DONE sorry that was a whole novel you didn't ask for but I literally have had all these stupid factoids about these two strangers just bouncing around in my head for like almost twenty years and almost never get the chance to put this wealth of knowledge to "use" anywhere, so on the rare occasions I can vomit all this up I kind of get carried away lmao whoops

BESTIE NEVER APOLOGIZE! Especially not when it comes to rambling about fixations. My blog is a safe space!

Though I wish you could add cuts in asks because RIP to everyone's dash I'll try to add tags so people with long posts blocked can ignore.

I'll be the first one to admit my fuck up with Jonas lore. Deadass don't remember anything Miley wrote in her book about Nick and I read Miles to Go twice but I have the memory of a twig.

I can't even remember what I was doing 5min ago - no joke.

Also my timeliness are SO fucking hazy - it's the trauma - because I'm learning shit I thought happened with JB in 2011 happened in 2009.

I am not the most reliable source.

Also I didn't care about Nick much back then. That's from when he was my least favorite (derogatory).

Thank you for illuminating us on the subject! I actually did learn a lot from that.

[osaemu]

life update under the cut bc this is a blog and people talk about their lives on their blogs!

omg okay so its only wednesday but I SWEAR ITS BEEN A WEEK SINCE THE WEEKEND. i have a five-slide presentation due at midnight that i havent started ((its 7:30 pm here)) and math homework due tmrw and im procrastinating bc i dont wanna do them 😭😭

ummm i have to make my queue post and then my mutuals post sometime soon. maybe ill do a selfship one too when my comms are done!! comms meaning art comms from other people but im writing in exchange so i have to do those too. maybe ill open writing comms for money whenever i set up paypal or something idk

kinda sucks that we finally got topless gojo but not the way we wanted it LMFAO,, sorry gojo nation. i would be devastated but dazai my number one pookie bear had the best day ever today so..... womp womp. also chuuya was so cute n silly in todays episode so i just cant bring myself to be sad rn lol

i think its funny how i stay up until 2 am most nights willingly and i dont drink coffee or energy drinks at all. im just built different!!

oohhhh i wanna talk about my irl friends rn. so irl whose codename is gonna be link on here is super cute n silly, she also writes fanfic but not nearly as often as i do. shes an ao3 girlie and shes super into zelda and thinks i write too much lmao which is probably true.

codename elsa is literally gorgeous. perfect breathtaking amazing in every way possible. shes a year older than me and i love her sm!! she thinks dazais very skinny which is true but...... hes my bf (real) (not clickbait)

codename jeanmarco is three years older than me and goes to berkeley :D theyre super fun to talk to and i cant wait for them to come back n visit!! i told them about the bsd and jjk updates today (theyre mostly involved in the aot fandom) and they said they were happy dazai survived bc otherwise i wouldve gone insane :3

honorable mentions: codename cat who got me into jjk (my old crush) left me on delivered for a whole month LMFAO, if it was anyone else they would be blocked but he leaves everyone on delivered so. im trying not to take it personally bc hes sweet but very bad at person-ing edit: he liked my spam post right after i posted this wow i manifested that so hard yall

also codename partay! keeps saying that if i were an animal id be a cat. idk why, i was whistling the other day bc i love whistling and she was like "hannah if you were an animal you'd be a cat".

EVERYONE ON MY SPAM TODAY SAID I LOOKED LIKE RAISIN BREAD TODAY. HOW DO I LOOK LIKE RAISIN BREAD.

anyways thanks for reading my life update ima do these more often now lmao!

[dudewhy3]

❤️ 💥 ⏰ 🔮 🚀 🦈 🍬 🎬 🎨 💘 🚦 🤩 💛

:3!!!

hi you, moon, thank you for your ask!!

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

Armin watches her cross the bridge separating his side of the village from hers and slowly make her way up the hill, to a house he could never dream of stepping foot into again, where everything he could never be able to offer awaits her arrival. (from Nothing Sweeter Than You)

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

i wouldn’t necessarily change anything major, but i wish we knew more about Bert's past, and the gap between the Rumbling and them becoming Ambassadors of Peace

⏰️ Do you like to post fics on a schedule or at random?

i'd love to have a posting schedule, especially for wpts, and i'm trying to make that happen. but with how hectic life is right now, i haven't been able to keep that up.

🔮 Any advice for writers working through burnout or writer’s block?

i'd like to recieve some lmao

try stepping away from projects that give you headaches for a while. write something new, that you’re excited about, or find a prompt list, pick one at random and write on it for 15 minutes or so– i've found that quite helpful lately! but also don’t be afraid to completely step away from writing. sometimes life is just too much, there are many things that lead to burn out, it’s okay, it happens. step away, take a breath, take care of yourself and your well being– your stories amd your readers will still be there when you come back ♡

🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

outline! i almost always outline my fics, it helps put stuff in perspective and makes it easier to write, having a direction and stuff.

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

all of them, in a way. it depends on my head soace at that moment

🍬 Do you write for multiple fandoms? If yes, what is your favorite fic of yours for each fandom?

i do actually, i just never posted anything for any other fandom than aot lmao. but my favourite fanfic for that is probably Who painted the sky?

🎬 If a movie or show were based on your fic, which fic would you choose and who would you fancast?

Who painted the sky?, and i want Maya Hawk as Hannah and Jenny Walser as Marie, i have no idea for the volunteers really. feel free too add your own fancast for them, i'd love hearing y'all's ideas!!

also for See You Again, i want the entire cast of Gray's Anatomy to have a role!

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

see, i'd be happy with any scene from any fic. literally a n y scene

💘 Is it easier to write angst or fluff?

depends on how i feel really

🚦What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?

ambiguous! i love leaving room for immagibation, or sometimes a sequel 👀

🤩 What led to your interest in the fandom?

great question! my oldest friend told me about aot in 2017 so i watched it, and i was so mad over petra's death i stopped lmao. then 2019 came aroumd and i was just bored so i picked it up again, started reading the manga in 2020 and started writing for the fandom in the summer of the same year. it was the same friemd that pointed out Annie and Armin looked cute together, and that, topped by mimi's fanfics, lured me into this side of the fandom and made me want to actively be part of it.

💛 What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

it fluctuates. it comes and goes in waves. it's an extremely flexible thing. it's entirely impacted by your personal life, it reflects in your art in ways you might not notice.

[bubmyg]

Hannah im pretty sad i was mutuals/friends with a person for a long time, i never knew they did an annual deer hunting with their family in texas and they know animals are important to me bc i rescue them, i see horrible stuff everyday. They posted a picture of them posing with the dead deer like that people who go to africa to hunt animals and it broke my heart, im so disappointed bc i asked them why they do that and they just told its a family tradition its not a big deal. Maybe im overreacting but still :-(

hi my love!!! let me preface this answer by saying this is by no means me defending game hunting, especially not big game hunting, a lot of the men in my family hunt deer every year and i hate it. if it eases ur mind even a little bit, deer hunting (at least in my experience) is no where near the level of big game hunting in africa. big game hunting in africa is either 1) poachers or 2) colonization lite (aka white people with way too much money who fly there solely to kill a lion or whatever). deer hunting (at least in indiana) is about the trophy aspect, i'd be stupid to act like it isn't, but i know so many people who either 1) eat the meat themselves or 2) distribute the meat to people who might need it (like i know the processor my grandpa takes his deer to donates what he doesn't want). it's also highly regulated. the joke in my hometown is to never fuck with a dnr officer over any other law enforcement bc they technically have a larger jurisdiction lmao

this is not to say u cannot be upset, that is deeply upsetting just based on ur own values and the mere act of hunting in general has a whole plethora of moral questions attached to it. but what tends to help ease my mind a bit is knowing that (generally!!!) the animal becomes a resource for people in death and isn't just slain for an instagram post

[gvftea]

I told you all kieran was crazy. She really tried to email hannah wicklund like theyre besties?! Over some twitter beef?! “Hey hannah me again” LMAO GIRL?? “I highly suggest you reblock mads” who are you? Fuckinng god? Also you have no proof mads gave your phone number out even if they did how is that stalking? “Im concerned for you and your safety” GIRL TF DID MADS DO TO HANNAH??TO PUT HANNAH IN DANGER? Thats so embarassing. And then you keep tabs on mads bc you were worried about her posting about emily? Who tf cares? So only you can grieve? You literally are trying to gatekeep somones death. I dont care if they never spoke or followed each other… someones life can still be celebrated by a stranger. Fucking crazy. Then to message lily bc she unblocked you? AND ASK HER TO REBOOCK YOU… DUMB ASS TF DOES IT MATTER IF SHE HAS U BLOCKED OR NOT?! YOU JUST BLOCK HER ON UR ACC AND MOVE ON. You so badly want no contact but yet youre contacting her first??

Also with that being said, im not a hannah fan but it kinda sucks hannah clearly knows how keiran is, so to name her fan base officiallg strawberry moon society, and then when being asked ab naming her fans that when SMS isnt inclusive, she said its run by her team and blah blah… its to be an uplifting, supportive group… well hannah the group you named your fans after are the opposite of that. The “leader” little moss strawberry princess is a fucking crazy rude bitch. So to knowing name your fans after them / her is crazy.

[stranger-awakening]

Honestly, we were robbed of a scene where Will gets sad that no one wants to play d&d with him so Steve, resident mother, is like "Well teach me how to play it." Will explains that you can’t really play with only two people so Steve just shrugs and says he’ll bring someone. Obviously he brings Robin and she’s So Excited

[electrictouchfeaturingfalloutboy]

It has occurred to me this is the year I move out for real and graduate college and wow I hate it here

[100talberts]

Sul Sul, my siblings in Christ!!!!! I can’t believe it’s been ten years since my last update!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have SO MUCH to share!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FIRST: we moved!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God has blessed Jeb with promotions, and PTL we were able to upgrade!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I won’t go through the whole house, but there’s a very special room I want to mention!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When we bought the house, it came with a small nursery off of the master bedroom, which is just silly!!!!!!!!!!!! Imagine my daughters having to go through Jeb and I’s room every time the baby cries!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So we put the baby in the hallway outside the girl’s room and converted the baby room to a Jesus Room!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My little sister, Hannah, swears by them!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now, instead of a small part of a hallway, we have an entire room to worship God and repent for our sins!!!!!!!!!!!!! How Godly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And speaking of babies, I will of course share how my Godly quiver has changed over the years!!!!! Some arrows had to be shot off into the world to spread God’s glory and grow quivers off their own, but there’s always a fresh and adorable little arrow to replace them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Winona and Veronica got married to their now-husbands!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Of course, Xavier got married as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! His so-called “bride” chose to dress as some freak from Satan’s forest rather than a modest and pure daughter of the Lord at the wedding, but now that’s Xavier’s problem!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yvette and Zinnia had some troubles finding husbands, so they signed up for our church’s Making Christ-Centered Couples program!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MCCC helps Godly young men and women find their Godly match, and through God’s glorious love powers He matched my daughters up with Dustin and Archer Goth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Unfortunately, Tanny refused to attend Yvette’s wedding because Archer Goth allegedly bullied him, but Tanny was clearly just being overdramatic and unreasonable!!!!!!!!!!!!! If something was wrong, I would have been told, and Tanny has never, ever said anything to me!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, they can duke it out at the Pearly Gates!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As you can see, Zinnia took half the cats!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She took Bible, Angel, God’s Mercy, and God’s Love while Gregory kept God’s Might, God’s Light, God’s Grace, and God’s Will!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Of course, none of them are kittens anymore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Aaron isn’t my first son to leave at 18 with no girlfriend, but I pray he will be the last!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don’t know what your life has in store, Aaron, but Mama will be praying for you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(a/n: He’s the property of are-they-all-sims now lmao. Given away like cattle, God bless 🙏 )

Bethany met and married Josiah Hays!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Although I STRONGLY discouraged her from wearing that slutty eyeliner, her headship allowed it so now she wears the Devil’s paint on her face every day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So sad :(

Naturally, Bethany moved just two houses down from Winona!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hear their kids are growing up close, which is just wonderful!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Family is the most important thing in life after God, after all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Clara found a fellow Technophobe, Thaddeus Charm, and they married!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They moved away to the country, where they live such a sweet little farmer life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’ll stop here to keep this post as trim as a Godly lady’s waistline ;) !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Next up: the blessings still at home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[theminionjcfucked]

I’m doing my final rankings of worst player of the season to best player of the season. Also lmao look at me posting after I fucking said I was done.

In order from worst to best is:

Travis- dead last because I forgot he was there. I can’t even remember you, therefore you suck.

Brent- didn’t win shit and was blinded by his own arrogance so bad that he didn’t see his eviction slapping him in the face.

Frenchie- you win that first HOH, made a vow you immediately broke, and for what? To be sent out right after your HOH reign. Pathetic.

Derek F- …anyways

Whitney- she won exactly one comp and then followed Brent right out the door. But at least she was a Hannah stan so 🤷‍♀️

Christian- you won all those comps and still did nothing with them. You took out Whitney because the CO convinced you to. And then you also went out immediately after your HOH. The only white man of the season who was somewhat tolerable.

Britini- Block Queen with a little bit of chaos. She won the comp that sealed Christian’s fate and then called Kyland an arrogant little bitch. Pretty iconic I’d say.

Claire- she won some comps but ultimately ended up doing whatever Tiff told her to do. But securing her safety until jury was kind of iconic so she’s a bit above Brit for that.

Sarah Beth- that wildcard comp win was so good but then she just laid down for a while. She did take out a big target in DX but not for her own benefit. Once again, another one who was evicted right after their HOH.

Alyssa- Once Christian Left, she started picking up her game a bit. She had a hand in taking out DX, and was the last non-cookout member left standing. But that default high roller win brought her down significantly.

Derek X- was a first week target, and secured his safety two weeks in a row. Executed a flawless HOH. His only downfall was not spending his BB bucks when he had the chance. Over all, pretty good gameplay for a recruit.

Azah- Took her forever to win a damn comp, but she had a unique aspect to the social game that many houseguests often lack: honesty. She didn’t mince words and was as sincere as you can get in this house, which ultimately made her threat level almost non-existent and her likability amazing. She wasn’t touched because no one felt the need to touch her.

Xavier- while his gameplay was the safest by far, managed to pull out the big win!

Kyland- His first HOH was brilliant. Everything else after only contributed to his downfall. But he did do his share of furthering the alliance (more so than X and DF combined). Also, what an unforgettable exit 🥴

Hannah: THE MIND. The Ice Queen of Ice Queens. The last to be pulled into the CO, but one of the biggest contributors! She never let her emotions get in the way of what she was going, even if she knew it hurt. ALSO HER MAKING A FINAL TWO WITH ALYSSA JUST TO SEND HER OUT DAYS LATER??!! Iconic, I fear.

Tiffany: MY AFP MY BB23 WINNER MY EVERYTHING!! Ran that house and took all the flak for it. Didn’t hesitate to do what she needed to do and was the SOLE REASON why history was made this season. One of the greatest to never win. Legend status through and through.

[jiminrings]

okay hear me out hannah, what if we have cute shy lifeguard!jimin x flirty y/n. Like y/n can be a surfboarder and she always visits the beach and Jimin is always there and she makes sure she flirts with him 24/7 and jimin gets all blushy and stuttery. (also wanna say blueberry jungkook gives me serotonin.) 💖

jimin only has two fears in life

first is when he’s under the sun and he feels like he’s doesn’t have enOUGH sunscreen on even if he knows for sure that he’s laid it on thick

like actually thick to the point that u could scratch his skin with a spoon and it’d be like scraping butter 

the general rule of applying sunscreen to your face was to put tHREE fingers’ worth and spread it evenly

hA those only apply for weaklings because jimin practically puts on a whole  p a l m  on just his face alone

his second fear is you

wait no actually fEAR is such a strong word

literally how could he rephrase with what he feels about you ://

he’s uh sHY around you?? but not like the type that he’d sprint across the other side of the shore to move away from you

he’s maybe a little intimidated? because there’s just something about you that makes him 0_o about you point-blank and he doesn’t even know why

he mAY feel a little attracted towards you??? JUST MAYBE

does picking up his binoculars and trying to look for you across the waves count as a lil crush

he’s a goddamn lifeguard and he knows he should be approachable with all of the years that comes along with his profession, but there’s irrevocably somethinG about you that makes him curl in his shell

jimin’s adorable

jimin is the most adorable lifeguard you’ve ever seen in your whole life

it was just the regular day in the beach that you constantly have while it was still off-season!!! you still of course sURF almost everyday and it’s a personality trait and lifestyle at this point

you went with seokjin as you always did and the two of you practically live together at this point :D

after all, he is the next-door neighbor that you had when u were like seven years old and he was one year older and his iMMEDIATE newly-moved in neighbor bonding response was:

“we should surf. do you wanna surf? i’ll ask permission from your parents!! what do you mEAN you’ve never done this before?? i’ve done this only once but i could teach you!! trust me!!”

it was just 2 and 2 together honestly,, it was a small town and you lived right nEXT to the beach!! bonding with seokjin is the closest you’d ever get to being as reckless as the seven-year old you in the city could :3

jin, for whatever reason that day two months ago, hAULED your ass to his truck and told you that he could physically feel something good about the beach today

“i’m serious. i feel it in my left pec today!” he whines when you take your time securing your surfboard, flexing it specifically that it makes you snort

he’s just learned that last week and he wON’T stop!!! your weekly family dinner yesterday was just him doing it the whole time and there’s a certain mix of reactions

at one point he insisted that he’d only respond to whatever’s directed at him through morse code,.,,.. WITH HIS PECS

“everyday’s a good day at the beach, though,” you sigh knowingly, already feeling the familiar waves on your body, “except for that time a stingray almost caught up to you.”

motherfucker didn’t even believe you at first and he was so scared shitless that you had to carry him back to the shore while hauling both of your boards with you

and you know what??

he was right

he was bEYOND RIGHT

the cranky middle-aged lifeguard wasn’t there by his post, but instead, someone just lightyears better than him

he is the living epitome of your dreams :D

no one could ever wear the uniform red shorts that good even!! he’s shirtless and musculaR and compact and lithe and he definitely looks like he knows what’s going on

his undercut accentuates his pretty features even from afar and you tREMBLE on your knees when you see it

was that a rib tattoo you just saw???

:O

you can no longer see seokjin waving his hands around your face

you can no longer grasp that you have a surfboard with you and have like a dozen more in your collection accumulated from sponsorships and own handicraft

at this point do you wanna even rIDE the boards????? :|

you’d like one of him please

he looks kind and gentle and as soon as you asked him if he was new, and he answered so gently and even sHYLY that he is

straight-up tunnel vision from then,,, all you see is jIMIN

that’s the dynamic really

flirt who likes beach-related pick up lines surfer girl and blushing shy and scolds you weakly lifeguard

it was routine and seokjin just tells you to knock it off because at this point hE’S the one who feels embarrassed 

and between the two of you he has the bigger pride!!!

you literally never miss a chance to make jimin flustered

when he doesn’t use the jetski and instead uses his surfboard to transport someone back to shore, you’d be paddling alongside him :D

when he reapplies his sunscreen, your hand would be oUTSTRETCHED to ask for some when out of all the people, you’d be the one with most of it

or even just the occasional sandcastle you build in front of his deck and has your name signed with shells to greet him a good morning

.... yes

all of that

uhhhhh

jimin doesn’t wanna sound too needy uh but where is that tODAY??!?!

it’s 6 AM and normally you’d be walking onto the sandbar by 6:03

by now he should’ve heard the hum of either yours or jin’s truck uHHH where is that loud engine pls

the sun isn’t out yet, right? it’s there but it’s not scorching down, and even if he should be applying it now, he’s just gonna hold off :D

just in case you’re gonna ask some from him again :D

it’s 6:52 and honestly wHAT THE FUCK

where are you supposed to be :((

it’s a thursday and he knows that your favorite surf days are thursdays because the waves are high and favorable and forgiving from what you could tell

he’s normally the shy yet friendly lifeguard but now he is the stone-faced lifeguard nobody come talk to him

he feels like kicking down a kid’s sandcastle today pretty much lmao no lie in that

jimin comes back from his rounds, grumpy and annoyed as he busts down his station’s door

he’s about to plop directly onto his seat with a hUFF because where is his fill of attention today????? wHERE is his fill of flirting that he only shields away from but secretly enjoys??? 

he’s oblivious that you’re sitting slumped on his seat, quiet voice enough to startle him

“people who wanna go date on me tonight say ah?”

“aH BGWRETVY UVQEUR HOLY FUCKING SHIT I-”

oh

oh that’s you

you look a lil different today

you’re not wearing your wetsuit and your hair isn’t in a wet bun!!

instead for a change, you’re wearing a sundress with a bikini underneath, hair put down and pretty glasses on your nosebridge

“ha. cool. good morning, jimin :)”

you take that as your cue to leave because you’ve already made your presence known and don’t bother to wait for a response, about to descend on the stairs because you could hear jin fighting away crabs all the way here

jimin sputters because you’re leaving him alone so easily, busting his door the second time around but with franticness

“what time?”

...

“huh?”

jimin sheepishly scratches his head, upper lip nervously bit between his teeth

“... our date? what time do i pick you up?”

drabble nights: open!!

[cattles-bians]

exes au part 13

post directory

em: if anyone asked id deny it but secretly i think dani teasing jamie abt viola is The Funniest thing

[em note: this is what we in the biz call ‘dramatic irony’]

em: jamie not only did u sleep w two trust fund babies they’re Sisters and it was a weird rivalry thing

obsetress: jamie for someone who hates vi so much you sure were happy to be a pawn in her weird psychosexual power play

obsetress: "didn't say i was happy" "oh, you didn't need to. vi told me "

em: PSYCHOSEXUAL POWER PLAY

em: thinking abt 5’8 kinda buff viola featuring scrawny mf 5’3 jamie taylor no reason

obsetress: no reason

em: not thinking abt viola being able to easily lift jamie

em: no reason

obsetress: oh

obsetress: oh my god

obsetress: oh no

em: clenches fist no reason

em: jamie couldn’t top her even if she tried violas like haha that’s cute (yoink)

obsetress: right before you said that i was thinking about like

obsetress: jamie hooking up with perdita pillow princess then jamie hooking up with tops the shit out of her viola and like

obsetress: the duality of willoughbae

obsetress: and now im like. yeah

em: jamies in for a Surprise

em: first she’s like oh thank god i’m not gonna do all the work- and then the monkey paw curls inwards

obsetress: just like um

obsetress: thinking

obsetress: jamie straddling vi on the bed n then vi just way too easily flips them and pins jamie's hands above her head

em: oh

em: thinking thoughts

em: jamie's dumb little surprised face

em: she’s into it tho

obsetress: like full surprised pikachu and then slow grin

em: jamie's dumb ass starts to say something like ‘oh haha i figured since-‘ and then she cuts herself off bc she’s like no actually i should not mention perdi right now

em: viola fills in the blanks w whatever feeds her ego the most tbh

obsetress: god yeah

obsetress: jamie's just like

obsetress: we've talked about this she's fuckin chatty and she's just like running her fucking mouth and then vi's head is between her legs and she's like "o–– oh" and then she shuts up

em: danis like so um you never. suspected anything? like you didn’t think the timing was weird? and jamie's like we have been over my self worth issues i was jsut happy to

obsetress: dani, chinhands: so which one was better

obsetress: jamie gives her a withering look

"you know which one was better"

"maybe. but i wanna hear you say it"

em: jamie: you cannot repeat this to her she’s already insufferable about (insert funny gaffe here)

em: jamie knows dani is going to repeat it

obsetress: dani knows jamie knows and still smiles sweetly and says she won't anyway

em: i love these idiots hannah

obsetress: the next time they see vi she is. SO smug

obsetress: em i love them so much

em: kinda weird to be so invested in ur sisters sexual prowess vi

em: it’s about the principle of the thing sweet jamie

obsetress: dani is just smug because she wasn't even a player and still ended up winning the weird psychosexual rivalry

obsetress: jamie: actually, uh

jamie: don't you all think i'm the real wi––

dani and vi and perdi: no

em: she is in my heart,

obsetress: dani, kissing her into the mattress later: i think you are jamie: no, you think you are dani: mm

em: jamie and vi and dani and rebecca and even perdi goddamn perdi we are gonna get you so laid

obsetress: lmao rebecca just in the corner with a drink like what did i ever do to deserve this

obsetress: perdi showing up to vi's christmas brunch w the five of them and being like

obsetress: "good news everyone. i met someone"

obsetress: and vi's sickly sweet condescending like "oh, what's their name?" and rebecca's already shooting her a look

obsetress: and perdi's like "pet––" and rebecca's like actually you know what absolutely the FUCK not

em: thinking about perdi bringing violas EX HUSBAND to christmas for the drama of it all

obsetress: oh my god

obsetress: i think both of these things can happen

em: perdi almost goes after eddie for yet another deranged power play but dani just grabs her arm and says ‘you absolutely fucking will not’

em: leave that dumb gay boy out of it

obsetress: god and like of COURSE dani's the only one she actually listens to bc again

obsetress: terrified

obsetress: the dubm adagyagladsjkf aldsjf kbyoh

em: Terrified

em: rebeccas like ‘wow i didn’t realise dani could be that intense’ and jamie just sighs dreamily into her egg nog

obsetress: rebecca's pausing, Realizing

obsetress: turns to look slowly at vi

obsetress: cocks her head

obsetress: raises an eyebrow

em: jamies like oh don’t worry ur plenty intense becs

em: because she thinks that’s what becs is concerned abt

obsetress: wow

obsetress: anyway i'm about to pivot

obsetress: tahirah posted some insta story of some zipline place and it just made me think about exes au group vacations

em: omg

em: the Chaos

obsetress: dani and jamie just wanna like. chill

obsetress: meanwhile vi and rebecca are up at six am at the resort gym

obsetress: doing lunchtime spa treatments

em: dani and jamie having a tasty little beach nap

em: dani draws a smiley face on jamies stomach so she has like. a weird smiley face tan for Too long

obsetress: ,jakljkdsf

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: jamie's like "chicks will dig this right? it's like a scar"

obsetress: and dani just laughs and swats at her

obsetress: jamie, deciding to have a little fun: vi, chicks will dig this, right? do you dig it or

em: comically slow wink

obsetress: rebecca's catching dani's eye over the top of her sunglasses and they're exchanging a look

em: i KEEP thinking about 'i fucked ur ex'

em: and danis lil 'did you though bc i really dont think' like it CRACKS me up jdshfbanf

obsetress: nddndnndndndnd

obsetress: it’s so funny to meeeEEEEEEE

em: like i know we have the silly little tumblr posts but thats canon to me now bc it tickles me so much

[em note: ;/ ]

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: it's canon to me too

obsetress: dani, sitting in jamie's lap one night, all of them absolutely shitfaced: hey rebecca? becca: hmm? dani: do you ever think–– no. no, nevermind

[cloveroctobers]

• TALIA NASCIMENTO•

IG info/bio: @/callmetalia333 | 524k followers | Journalist | TALIA. but u may have formerly known me as user: brdf0rdsvasquiff—rip!!!1! so don’t even think about it 😌

(23) 25 going on (26) years of age

I’ve read a canon that her name is just Talia and not short for anything & I agree with that + she’s always quick to correct someone if they get it wrong too

Her hometown is Watford, England

but she was originally born in Maidenhead in the backseat of a car during a severe rainstorm

Nonetheless watford taught her all she needed to know when it came to music

She found her first love when she heard the sound of music soundtrack for the v first time as a young girl but is often nervous to admit that?

her father is Brazilian and is a firefighter

her mother is Bulgarian and works as a secretary in a elementary school

her mother is more traditional than her father when it comes to their cultures

I originally felt like she gave only child vibes but I can deff see her giving off big sis energy since she did mention she has a younger brother

V protective over her little brother

there’s a three year age difference

her parents have separated multiple times before which caused a riff in the family dynamic

The constant coming and going from her dad became quite irritating

And Talia was the most vocal by wanting them to figure it out and NOT get a divorce

Which led to talia’s commitment issues when it came to relationships herself

was born with blue eyes yet they shifted to brown once she grew

“Tom-boy” growing up & still is

netball was her sport and man was it something to see her play?! She was quick on her feet and can definitely shoot far-range with ease

Always down for contact sports too

She lost count how many bruises and scrapes she would come home with much to her mother’s horror but she would always brush it off—it was never that big of a deal to her

yet she takes time in healing her scars with homemade treatments or purchases from beauty stores when she wants to show her legs off

she didn’t get into “girly” wear until recently, she never thought too much of her body or when she started to get curves...she always hid that behind big tee’s, fitted jeans, and kicks—that’s what she was used to

she’s got broad shoulders and toned arms

had thick bushy brows that almost formed a uni brow growing up

her mother used to have her hair always plaited since she is very superstitious, believing that “the devil lives in the woman’s hair”

yet talia’s hair texture was much different than her mother’s, maybe due to the fact that her mother always had her hair up and out of the way? Talia’s hair is much bigger, heavier, and naturally curly

+ her mother used to say some harsh things in Bulgarian about her hair — that says a lot when you’re taught to hate your hair trust!!!

when she got a little older and able to manage her own hair + afford it, She learned how to love it herself and that’s all that mattered. Her hair became v important to her, it was her source of comfort

that’s the only thing she’s high maintenance about tbh

she spends a lot of money on her hair but devacurl can still piss off

diffusing is one of her fav things to do to her hair—besides washing it, and deep conditioning, after a night of letting her hair air-dry

loves rose jam

has a embroidery machine, along with a collection of her work but only one piece is showcased in her flat. She didn’t want her place to look completely like her bába’s (Bulgarian: grandmother)

her closet is filled with many Havaianas, they’re all piled up in a wicker basket and ready to tumble over on her top shelf... if she moves one of the ceramic pots her mother left in her flat for luck, that whole shelf might come crashing down

Swears drinking guaraná the next morning cures any hangover you may have

commonly sleeps in big t-shirts and panties or not or booty shorts depending on her time of the month—it’s freeing to her

Has torn her achilles due to whatever contact sport she decided to join in on during a beach vacation with her mates

has a touch of arthritis in her shoulder

this is where her love for massages came from due to injuries she’s faced

+ It’s always a good sign when you can make someone else feel better ya know?

She’s been told she’s great with her hands ;) it all takes practice

bi mami *cringe* but she likes what she likes, and feels what she feels

she kinda has a type but doesn’t want to admit that

her mother doesn’t understand this but her father easily accepted her preference/orientation

her little brother was the first she came out to, “alright!...you still suck”

always wants to fix situations WHEN it comes to HER friends but is oblivious when it’s come to her own issues whether its in relationships/friendships +

was called out by one of her friends who she often argues/butts heads with from time to time “you’re always sticking your nose in people’s business but can’t solve your own shit!”

maybe it’s the journalist in her? she’s not afraid to ask questions or look at things from a outside perspective

her group of friends are all from different ethnic backgrounds to Indian to Ethiopian

has been in and out of relationships...maybe had one stable relationship? Outside of mc but that relationship failed after a year and she feels it has something to do with her parents and how she watched their relationship unfold but won’t openly admit that

Doesn’t like to argue in relationships and often is a little undermining with how she responses to her partner’s feelings...she’s trying to be better at being understanding and listening, her mother is like this with her father

Aquarius girl + Scorpio moon + Taurus rising

loves the water + watching water sports rather than playing them since she almost drowned once by letting her confidence get the best of her

used to be a directioner and isn’t ashamed to admit that!

take me home album stan 100% bitch there’s no point in arguing!!! Buh bye!!!

She is ashamed however to admit that she used to write for them, mostly ziam fics with a touch of Harry thrown in the mix as well...take that how u will

has a few merch pieces as well, they’re mostly loungewear + that powdery perfume they dropped. YES she still has it, no she won’t sell it to u

still supports them on the low since you know, she’s a music journalist and reviewing songs is what she makes a living for so why the hell not? They will always hold a special place in her heart. She grew with those boys

she’s not in denial like Hannah that they’re get back together

If someone wants her to film a reaction vid to zayn’s new album or release a written review? She WILL. Her top 3? 1. When loves around ft Syd 2. Outside 3. Unfuckwitable

If someone wants to hear her thoughts on Harry’s mv’s + breaking down his lyrics, she’ll tell you what you NEED to know whether U agree or not she don’t give a damn lol

Can throw hands and stomp a bitch out if she needs too. Has gotten kicked out of clubs/bars for defending her friends mainly not because someone chatted shit to her, that’s whatever but once you cross her friends? It’s on

Allegra got lucky 🦶🏼☕️ and Lucy

remained super close with jake and tim as expected...Rohan’s cool too ofc! but she’s not here for their rapping shit sorry. She’ll hit them both with a quick side eye and snarl if they start or if jake wants to recite some poetry. She’s outta here

Talia hardly had issues making friends easily with the boys it was always harder with the girls :/

they hang out all the time!

she actually became close with sammi as well, which was nice to have another girl friend around even tho they weren’t together in the house long like the others. She’s spontaneous, cute, resourceful, and kind so talia had no issue reaching out to her first to see what she was about outside of the show

don’t even ask her about what she thinks of the new seasons, she’s not here to chat shit and have her words twisted like she’s watched many of the cast deal with. If you want to talk about the over kill use of pop as the soundtrack for each season, then yeah she’ll talk to you about that

doesn’t use social media much, she finds it funny how whenever she does pop back in people are begging her to post SOMETHING so that they know that she’s alive

Pretty private

she also can’t grasp why they want her to do the bussit challenge? Lmao like hey don’t get her wrong, some of them were pretty great but she’s barely got a bum to bounce and little booties matter ofc!!! but she can’t see herself doing it unless she’s drunk off her arse!!!

maybe mc can convince her...for the fans duh!!! “Give the ppl what they want! Talia! It’s not like you won’t be around music!” “I’ll think about it...nah.”

she’s been busier since the show, able to tour more and WRITE which is what she loves to do

Her secret pleasure is watching those nurse shows and firefighting shows in her free time and those singing shows you already know that’s a given

Wanted to be some form of a nurse growing up but knew she could help people in another way

*inserts* “music Is The best Medicine” overused but true quote here!!

I feel like she’s a r&b lover

listens to those hour long rain sounds on YouTube to help herself fall asleep

she‘s not the best cook but she’s a foodie and she’s down to try new food always

occasionally her and Tim are jake’s Guinea pigs when he’s whipping something up for his menu 

and hates eating the same things all the time unless it’s breakfast! There’s not too much more you can do with that

that’s also her specialty, making breakfast for u in bed

Morning afters with her are intimate but humorous. She’ll poke fun if you’re both looking crazy, always joking and in the best mood whether things got physical or not she’s just happy to have you here 🥲

I think her love language is quality time

if you’re playing her route and Lucy is the ex, and you’ve decided to fully commit to each other I deff see Lucy still trying to pull some shit outside of the show just because she feels like she can but once Talia see’s that it’s really starting to get to you despite how much you try to brush it off or snap at Lucy or even Talia!!! Talia is on Lucy’s ass in seconds! She doesn’t need a ex to ruin her possible future , “you’re not gonna fuck up this good thing I’ve got just cause you’re flimsy at relationships babe, so go be a cunt somewhere else or you’ll be sorry. I promise.”

anthem: Snow Tha Product — Shut up

[cali-holland]

2020 Gratitude Notes

Everyone’s been doing this, and I want to spread some positivity too, so here are the wonderful people I have met this year, who mean so, so much to me. This isn’t in a particular order, but just know that you’re all so loved and appreciated!

Thank you for being such lovely people. I’m so glad to have met you all this year because you all truly filled my year with so much joy and happiness.

~~~

@saysomethingspiderman Ciara! 💓 My very first tumblr bestie. I don’t even remember how we started talking, but I’m so glad that we did. I think I’ve spent all of quarantine talking to you, and it’s been incredible. I’m so glad to call you my friend; I’d dare to even say you’re like a cool older sister to me (acting as if I don’t have two older sisters already lmao). You make me feel like I’m sitting at the cool kid’s table at lunch, but it’s only us- we’re the only ones there (probably because you’re a theater nerd so you scare everyone away). Thank you for always brightening my day with your random Hamilton songs and your chunky sweaters (tell your dog i said hi).

@duskholland Hannah! 💓 I am so grateful that tumblr refreshed and I lost your fic halfway through reading it because that was how I really discovered you. I think me DMing you about how incredible that fic was (y’all NEED to read it, it’s my emotional support Peter fic, found here) was the very first time I actually did something like that. That’s how moved I was by your writing, and you’ve never ceased to amaze me. I really feel like you’re my twin sister (but you’re the cooler one) and that you and I were meant to be friends. I’m so glad that you hopped on over to the Tom fandom. Although I’m sometimes intimidated by you, I wish I could meet you one day (not via Animal Crossing). Thank you for always being down to discuss how cute Peter from Bake Off, and thank you for always being there to hear my shitty fic ideas.

@theamazingtomholland Abby! 💓 You called me a sister in your post and I’ve never been happier to have a mutual call me that. I don’t even remember quite when we met, all those months ago, but I know that I had met someone special, and it didn’t take long for us to open up to each other. I learn so much from you, you have know idea. You’re truly one of a kind. Also, I love how much you love Golden Bullets/Hearts. Thank you for always being there for me (and for somehow always knowing how to trigger my mom friend reflex haha).

@etoileholland Cordelia! 💓 I’d write this in French, but you and I both know I don’t speak it and French is your aesthetic. You are the epitome of a French sunflower (are those even a thing?) because you bring so much joy and happiness wherever you go. You just radiate this purely positive vibe. Thank you for talking to me that one time when I was drunk and no one else was online (it made my night to talk to you!), and thank you for introducing me to the glory that is Derry Girls, a.k.a. my dad’s favorite show that we may or may not be rewatching already…

@geminiparkers Chloe! 💓 I admire you so much. You are so genuine in all that you say and do, and you are an incredible resource for finding fics (it’s phenomenal). I think I can speak for a lot of authors here when I say that your work is cherished and appreciated so much; it really gives readers a way of discovering new authors. I also loveee being a part of your tom’s histor-whores group. It makes me feel special. I also love being told when a certain someone does something wrong… like not knowing what a grilled cheese is or buying the wrong Snapple… Thank you for always being a source of incredible fics, incredible humor, incredible fic recs, and incredible history memes.

@lukeysdimples Valeska! 💓 You are quite literally the only 5SOS blog I follow, and I love your content, but I love talking to you as a person too. You’re one of the most interesting people that I’ve ever met (well, virtually, i mean, ya know). I learn something new from you every day, and I hope if we meet one day, that you can show me all the good food that I’ve heard so much about from you (like cow tongue haha, i’m serious i want to try it!). Thank you for always being someone that I know I can trust with anything and everything. 

@fallinfortom Adeline! 💓 I don’t even know if you’ll see this, but I miss you on here! Tumblr’s just not the same without your presence. I remember first talking to you back in the springtime, and I don’t know if you know, but I was so intimidated by you. I thought you were this amazing and cool blog, and that you were definitely out of my league mutual wise. You’ve been one of my most consistent friends on here, and I really do feel like you’re my older sister in a way. I hope you and your fam are doing well! Thank you for always being yourself and for having your blog always be a warm, friendly environment.

@milfzaynmalik Zoey! 💓 I never know your username because you change it so much, but I love the guessing game that it is. You keep me on my toes with your changes, but it’s so worth it because your blog truly grows with you as an individual. Although I’m a Louis girl at heart, I love and appreciate your Harry Styles content. I also love how genuine and open you are with every aspect of your blog. Thank you for always being so kind to me (and for always being down to shit on Larries hehe).

@unsaidholland Lys! 💓 You were the first person to introduce me to the fic-side of loving the adorable Harry Holland. I love being able to talk to you about the randomest things, and I really appreciate how kindhearted you are. You’re never afraid to stand up for your friends, and that’s a trait I really admire. Thank you for being a Harry Holland-loving positive force in my life.

@devildisguiseasangel Angela! 💓 My Swiftie bestie! I am so, so glad to have met you. You are always leaving the brightest comments on my works, and I will always appreciate your love and support for my fics, specifically the ones inspired by Taylor songs. You are always there for me, and you’re always the first one to check up on me if I’ve been away or made some sad post about my life. Thank you for your constant support and for being a literal ray of sunshine in my life.

[dolansontheblock]

Part 4 of forgotten dates? Sorry, I just love it (but also no rush, please dont feel pressured)!

masterlist

Pleaseee post a forgotten dates part 4 pleassee. I love the series!!!

hiiii the only reason why y’all are getting this update is bc leena really made me feel special so go & thank @dolandazeee for this update lmao. i also want you to know that assault is a very serious thing & i do not take it lightly. please don’t read if you are easily triggered by these things. i love you all very much & you deserve the world. i’m always here to listen if you need me❤️

tw: drugs, alludes to assault

Grayson Dolan has never been so nervous, his knee was bouncing so fast while he looked out the window, bright lights blurred by the speed of the car and the tears he was holding back.

Ethan was speeding towards the club that Hannah had told them they were at. Grayson had gotten a text from her while him and Ethan were renting a car, and both of their hearts dropped to their stomach.

idk where you are, but i think y/n’s in trouble, pls come if you’re not already on your way.

Grayson never responded so fast to a message, asking for their location and jumping in the rental.

He knew they were breaking many traffic laws, but they still weren’t going fast enough. Hannah didn’t give specifics, so Grayson’s mind was going crazy with all the what if’s.

“E, please.” Grayson whimpered from the passenger seat. He felt so small and helpless, knowing you were in trouble and he wasn’t there to protect you. Ethan pressed on the gas a little harder after hearing his voice crack, causing his heart to crack as well. He felt just as helpless as Grayson did.

Once the club was in view, Grayson unbuckled his seatbelt and had a hand on the door handle, prepared to jump out of the car at a seconds notice. The car swerved right in front of the club, not even in a parking spot but neither of them gave a shit.

The bouncer seemed to hesitate to let them in, until Grayson pulled out a few hundred dollar bills and uttered the words ‘There’ll be more if you let us in right now.’

As soon as he got into the club, his eyes began darting all over the place, trying to find a familiar face, trying to find you. After a few seconds Ethan spots Hannah and pointed here out to Grayson. They pushed their way through the crowd and as soon as they were in hearing distance, Hannah pointed to a back hallway

“She went that way with a guy we met earlier. I tried to stop her Gray, I’m so sorry.” She began to cry, feeling like she failed her friend. Grayson never ran so fast in his life, opening every door he came across before he opened one leading out to the back alleyway, looking around. He didn’t see you, but he heard your voice and his heart dropped. As he turned the corner, he saw you pinned up against the brick wall by a man and he saw red. You had tears in your eyes, makeup all smudged and your dress was high up your thighs.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” He pulled the collar of the man’s shirt before he pinned him against the wall. The man was clearly high on something, but he didn’t know what.

“Dude what are you doing, that’s just my girl.” Hearing those words ignited a fire of rage inside Grayson. That’s when he threw the first punch. He went into a fit of rage, throwing punch after punch. He almost didn’t hear your cries for him to stop. At first you thought you were dreaming when you saw Grayson, you mind drifting to a happy place. But when you felt him pull off the man, you knew he was real. You didn’t know what to do besides cry and call for him. You felt so weak, sitting on the ground against the cold brick wall, clutching onto yourself as you cried.

Ethan appeared with two security guards and ran towards you, holding you protectively and yelling for Grayson.

That’s the moment when Grayson came back to, looking over to see you in Ethan’s arms. The guards pulled him off of the man and he let them, walking towards you before he let his guard down, tears falling on his cheeks before he sat down and pulled you into his lap.

“Baby,” He held you while you cried into him, completely in shock of what just happened. “Y/N, I am so so sorry. You’re safe now, okay?” You couldn’t stop crying, you truly felt like you were falling apart. Only moments ago you thought were your last, you felt so small, so stupid. There was the sound of sirens in the distance growing louder and louder, things started to blur together and you weren’t sure if it was from everything you took tonight or from what just happened.

“Do you know what exactly she took tonight?” Someone asked, you didn’t recognize the voice.

“Uh we’ve been drinking all night, I know she also took a few pills from that guy, I’m not sure what they were though.” You could just make out the words, voice belonging to Hannah. She sounded like she was crying. You felt yourself being laid down onto something cushioned, you could imagine it might be a gurney but your head hurt so bad, body felt so weak, you just wanted to fall asleep. You almost did but then you felt hands on you and began to panic. Your eyes shot open and you sat up, kicking your legs around to get them off you. You were screaming and crying, you didn’t know what was going on, only that you didn’t want to be touched.

“Baby. Y/N, please stop, it’s okay!” He was right next to you, trying to calm you down. His hands were up in surrender, not sure what to do. He was the only touching you, trying to get you on the gurney in a position that you wouldn’t fall off.

“I-I’m so s-sorry, I didn’t m-mean to h-h-hurt you.” You didn’t know what to do, what to feel. Every touch felt like his, even though it was Grayson. You felt so guilty. Grayson was trying to help you, but all you could feel was him. You felt dirty. You felt small, you wished you were someplace else, far way from here. You wish you could could fade away to nothing.

[keoghans]

Hey Chuck

Hello and welcome to this Chuck Grant fanfic. I always loved this dude, and I see little to no work about him, so, I took it upon myself to do fic about him. I invented a character, his love interest, because I cant write reader insert, I just, it bothers the fuck out of me to write like that lmao. 

Special mentions for @notmykirk @liebthots @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @alphapockets for proofreading, giving ideas and helping a distressed, nervous writer lol, you lot were brilliant!

This is super angsty, but also filled with fluff and stupid cliches. 

Pairing: Chuck Grant x OC

Warnings: angst, shitloads of angst. Mention of rape. Slight, non-explicit smut. Cursing.  

Word Count: 12k (I know, IM SORRY)

Epilogue 

Three knocks and an anxious wait.

The door was opened by the tall ginger that didn’t seem to ever age. 

“Hannah Davis! What brings you here?” he exclaimed with a broad smile as he hugged her smaller frame. 

“How are you, sir? You look great!” she replied and he furrowed his eyebrows at her answer.

“Hannah, the war is over, it has been for a while, I go by Richard, Rich, or Dick, please,” he said, as he let her in his house. He sounded the same, warm, emphatic, funny. 

“Old habits die hard, I guess,” she replied, checking out his living room. He lived in a beautiful, tall house, very homey. It had a fireplace on and a half finished drink on the nearby table. 

“My wife went to visit her brother, a man that’s never approved of me, so I stayed back,” he explained, serving another drink for her. 

“I remember when you first told me that he wasn’t fond of you and I wondered, how the hell does someone not like Dick Winters?” she replied and they both chuckled. 

“Her parents like me, and so does she, so… it doesn’t really matter”. 

Hannah didn’t marry post war, and it had been only a year, but most of Easy Company was already having children, marrying or at least dating. 

She had her heart set on someone but she had lost all contact with him and the Army didn’t help her trying to get what she needed.

So, after an hour and a half of reminiscing about the war, about Austria and the Eagle’s Nest, Winters caught up to her.

“Hannah, with all due respect… I know this isn’t just a casual visit, or you would’ve brought Luz or someone else with you,” he started, trailing off for her to speak. 

Hannah chuckled cynically, the man had always been prone to read people like a piece of paper. She struggled for a few seconds, her nerves coming back to her, scratching the back of her head absentmindedly.

“I’ve been trying to find someone… Someone from the Company, and I don’t want to ask the rest of the men because… Well, if this fails, I don’t want it to be gossip between them; and the Army couldn’t help me, they cannot give out information about former paratroopers,” she explained. 

“I have all of the men’s information with me, so, who are you looking for? Though—some information can be outdated, I haven’t updated it in a couple of years,” Dick said, looking for an old black book that had ‘Easy’ embroidered in the front.

“Say the name.”

“Uh… Charles Grant—NCO Chuck Grant.” 

Rick smiled softly, looking down as he looked for his name in his book. 

“What?” she asked, slightly embarrassed. He knew.

“Nothing. Sergeant Grant is an exceptional man, I felt deeply for him when he got shot,” he explained and placed a ruler under his name, handing the notebook to Hannah.

“I know he is, that’s why I’m looking for him,” she said, looking down at his name, copying the information of his address and phone number. 

Richard looked at her with his usual witty, warm smile. 

“Thank you, Dick” she said, closing the notebook and giving it back.

“Like my wife would say, ‘go get him’.”

///

Hannah had Chuck’s address and phone for a month and a half. 

Every time she thought about calling him, or showing up at his place, fear shook her body and threw her back to square one. She had taken a cab to her former Major in the Paratroopers for forty five minutes to find a man’s address and she couldn’t actually talk to him. 

Hannah laid in her bed, after a long day at the hospital. She was eating leftover carrot cake she had made a week ago, feeling dreadful, looking at the little paper with Chuck’s name sitting on her bedside table, and remembered the many times they shared. 

Bastogne was the coldest hell Hannah had ever experienced, and she knew it was never leaving her head after everything that transpired.

The trees exploded every now and again. As desperation settled inside each mind, everyone started wondering which was getting killed next. 

Then the casualties came: Joe Toye and Guarnere lost each other one leg to mortars, Don Hoobler accidentally shot himself in the leg and the blood loss took his life. Muck and Penkala got blown to pieces by another mortar. 

She had tried to save as many lives as possible as she had to shoot Germans from afar, fearing death every single second she moved around the snow covered forest.

She had short moments of peace, and most were laying in a foxhole, trying to gather some warmth, next to Chuck. 

Her body shook as she blew into her hands, trying to gain back feeling on her fingertips when Charles looked at her and grabbed her hands without a word, covering them with his calloused fingers, scooting closer to her. 

She was slightly taken aback. 

Chuck wasn’t a man of many words, he communicated more with his eyes and small expressions. He politely smiled at her as he rubbed his hands against her. 

“Thanks,” she muttered, nuzzling her chin deeper into her scarf that was tucked into her jumpsuit. 

Chuck just looked at her and kept rubbing their hands together. She noticed her blue eyes looking bright from the full moon shining down the forest. 

“I always hated the winter time, back in the states… and now more,” Chuck said, breaking the silence between them. 

“I know, I prefer to be burning under the sun rather than freezing my butt off.” 

“Cold beers,” he added.

“The beach.”

“Dipping into a river or the sea.”

Both exchanged small smiles. 

Chuck had always noticed Hannah, and stared silently at her many times, but barely exchanged a few words in the second year of their training, when she arrived in Toccoa. He knew she was Shifty’s friend, and someone who Winters relied on and trusted from what Powers had said to help her get into the Paratroopers. 

And she had proved herself useful, not only as a doctor, but as a sharpshooter, taking down snipers that others didn’t notice at first. She used to compete with Shifty on how many Krauts took down each.

Hannah always knew who he was, she remembered every and each name of the company, by nicknames mostly. He definitely called for her attention; he was polite, shy, only mustered a few jokes here and there, not like Luz, who couldn’t speak without joking. 

But she was never as interested in him until he helped her find warmth in a shattering cold in Belgium. 

Hannah remembered that with a smile—their first and probably closest interaction. It only took snow, people dying around them and a whole war for it to happen.

Friday, she thought, Friday would be a good thing for me to approach his house if, luckily, he didn’t move out before. 

///

Anxiety. Lots of. 

Hannah wasn’t on call at the hospital on Friday. She and her best friend, scheduled everything.

Angelina made sure she couldn’t back out of looking for the former paratrooper. She had helped her pick an outfit, helped with her hair, the whole ordeal. 

“Okay, go, go! It’s barely past noon, it’s a beautiful day, maybe y’all can go for a walk,” angelina said, taking a sip from her lemonade. 

Hannah was barely talking, her hands shook, she felt her pits damp with sweat, with a tight knot in her stomach. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, okay… I’m going, whatever, what could go wrong, what the fuck, he could only think I’m a fucking stalker, whatever right? Fuck—.”

“Oh my god, get out, I’ll take care of Trigger, let him have a stroll, and if by any chance you spend the night there—” she said, with a wink— “call me so I’ll stay and give Trigger his morning walkies,” Angelina commanded as she pushed Hannah through the door. 

“Good luck, honey!” She yelled as Hannah dragged her feet through the hot cement under the July sun. 

Every little thing that could go wrong played in her mind as she walked. Grant lived roughly twenty blocks away from her but she still wanted to walk there, to make it as slow as possible. 

Hannah checked the address in the small, torn piece of paper she had it written on and looked for 1612 for a bit, until she finally saw it.

It was a beautiful, tall white house, with a dark grey roof, a small porch with a couple of rocking chairs. A lot of small pots with flowers and different plants covered most of the front of the porch, which made Hannah think that there was clearly a woman living there. 

That made fear struck her again.

He’s probably married, there are rocking chairs and plants… none of the men of the paratroopers cared about fucking plants, why would Charles be any different? 

Fuck it.

Hannah shook her head, her curls moving along, stomped the ground after pondering for a couple of minutes, away from the house and took a few deep breaths before she walked up the three steps before the door and, with a shaky breath, knocked three times and took a step back, giving the door her back. 

She could sense her muscles completely tense, everywhere, arms, legs, stomach, and wondered why the hell she never got her anxiety completely treated like her PTSD from the war. 

What if a woman opened the door? I’d pretend I got the wrong house and run for the fucking hills. 

“Yes?” a deep voice said from behind her. 

Hannah could’ve swore her heart stopped for a split second.

She turned in her heel with the riddled feeling in her stomach when she met those bright blue eyes and the permanently tanned skin of Sergeant of Second Platoon, Charles Grant. 

His usual disheveled look was intact, she noticed, the droopy eyes and the resting annoyed face that was his trademark was still there, but it did change in a moment when he realized quickly who she was. His eyes widened as his jaw dropped slightly. 

“Hannah? Hannah Davis?!” he exclaimed, opening the door wider, taking a step forward shyly. 

Hannah swore her heart was thumping against her chest like a hammer, and was actually afraid Chuck would notice it. But all he did was try to find the words, stuttering slightly as he took a look at her.

“Hey, Chuck,” she said, trying to find her voice back from somewhere in her throat. 

Charles let a single chuckle out of his mouth before, sort of awkwardly, pulled her for a hug, crossing his left arm around her torso and the other one, around the shoulders.

Hannah was a hundred percent sure her heart could arrest at any moment and die right there. The man was hugging her. And she was hugging him back, the same way, when his perfume surrounded her and she closed her eyes for a moment, lingering her head above his shoulder, every single feeling she had ever felt for him rushing back into her stomach, untying the knot slightly, filling it with butterflies. 

“What a surprise! Come on in,” he said, as they parted, moving aside so she could walk inside first. 

Clean, super clean. The fact that the house was so clean yelled wife! in Hannah’s face. But she shook the thoughts aside, trying to focus on walking and trying not to bump into anything and make a mess of herself in front of Chuck. 

“You like it? I’ve been trying to decorate myself but… I don’t know, looks shitty to me still,” he added, standing next to her as she looked at old signs of tobacco brands, and a couple of paintings up white walls, complemented with an olive couch with three seats, a coffee table and a TV in front. 

And books, everywhere. Different sized, colored, some put in a small library in the corner, near the couch. Some were sprawled over on the coffee table and one on the couch, open and faced down. 

She took the books as the cue to find out and get it over with. 

“You and—and your wife must read a lot,” she said, sniggering internally as she awaited for an answer. 

Chuck let out a hearty chuckle, looking suddenly a bit embarrassed at her. 

“Uh, I’m not married,” he said, forming a thin-lipped, awkward smile on his lips. Hannah felt how her shoulders relaxed at the information.

“Oh—sorry, it’s just… It looks very homey, and you know, women do that work mostly,” she said, trying to sound innocent. 

“I learned a bit from my mom, and I found out that I really enjoy gardening and plants in general, that’s why there’s that many on the outside porch. Luz told me I was becoming a woman, I said, ‘what’s wrong with being a woman’?” Chuck said, scratching the back of his neck. 

“He fought side by side with one, and he still says that crap?” Hannah asked, remembering George Luz, the clown of the company. “Fuck him, I like how it looks, it’s homey and… looks warm, you know?”

Chuck nodded his head proudly, trying to shoot down a smile that tried to creep up, slightly blushing. 

“Listen, I was roasting some chicken, are you hungry? I have beers, too,” he said, pulling her by her wrist softly. This touch sent electricity up Hannah’s arm as she nodded silently, following him. 

She was sort of surprised by his cheerfulness. He was a very lowkey man, never spoke too loud, unless he wanted to mock one of his peers with Luz or Guarnere. He fumbled around the kitchen for a bit, before going through the back door to the backyard, where he had a barbecue against the wall.

And she could see him work, cutting up the chicken while it was still roasting, and noticed how he hadn’t put up any weight since coming back from the war, or losing any from the anxiety and PTSD. He had kept in form, his arms still big, as his shoulders, the black sleeves of the shirt sticking tight against them. 

Jesus, stop that! 

Lost in her thoughts, looking around the kitchen, she didn’t notice Chuck was back with two small sandwiches in hand, leaving them on a couple of plates as he quickly moved to grab two Crystals. 

“My brother taught me this amazing sauce, and it’s like pulled pork, but pulled chicken,” he explained, almost proudly of his handiwork. Hannah smiled and took a bite on it. 

Instantly, she had to suppress a moan that was about to fall out of her full mouth, as she widened her eyes at him. He smiled as he chewed and nodded his head like saying I know, right? 

After downing her bite with a bit of beer, Hannah finally breathed out to compliment his food, making Chuck blush again. 

“So, uh… what brings you here? Did you need anything?” Chuck asked, taking a sip of his beer again. 

I wanted to confess that I had feelings for you since you helped me warm up in a foxhole in Bagstone and you saved my ass when I got shot and you dragged me into a jeep to be taken away for a bit to heal, and I always wanted to kiss you for that but I’m such a fucking wuss, I never even dared to flirt. 

“Oh, no, no, I didn’t come to ask any favors, no,” she replied, chuckling nervously, “I—I’m gonna be honest with you; when we came back from Europe, I knew you had to do some recovery from the shot you took, that would need rehabilitation and… I was dealing with so much I couldn’t stay and I felt like shit for a long while for that—Shit, this sounds like I’m doing this to sleep better at night but no, I just want to say: I’m sorry, I should’ve been there like you were when I lost my ear to a kraut bullet, Chuck, I’m really sorry, and I wanted to check on you, see how you were doing…” 

It wasn’t a complete lie, Hannah knew that, but she still felt like what she needed to actually say was heavy in her chest. 

Chuck smiled, and turned his head slightly, pulling his hair up a bit. 

“The scar goes all the way to the back of my head, I—I should’ve died by the extent of my wound, but, it was mostly sup—superficial. My left arm is partially paralyzed,” he explained, lifting both arms at the same time but the left one was left behind as the right kept going up. “And sometimes it’s hard to s—” he closed his eyes as he struggled to say the word, his tongue frozen in the roof of his mouth for a couple of seconds— “speak, like, right now.” 

Hannah looked sorry, like a dog with a tail between its hind legs, feeling ashamed. 

“Don’t feel bad, I had my family and some of the men to help me, and very good doctors too, really, it’s not like you had to take care of me, you know,” Chuck added, grinning warmly at her. “George, Doc Roe and Speirs came almost daily to help, I was set; speaking of wounds, how’s the ear?”

Hannah moved her hair away to show him the scarred and dusty pink skin that reattached to her head after it got blown off in the Battle of the Bulge. 

Bullets and mortars were falling down the territory Easy Company covered. As much as anyone avoids talking about fear, they were all terrorized; the lack of winter gear, clothes, ammo, and food kept them all weak.

Hannah and Chuck were shooting non-stop, both with shaky breaths as they were still covered under a wool blanket, where only the gun and their eyes could be seen. 

“Hannah! Hannah, go help Shifty!” she heard Lip call her as he ran past. She sighed, not wanting to be any closer to the flying gunshots that were showering horizontally on them. 

“Go, it’s okay, go!” Chuck exclaimed, looking at her swiftly as he kept shooting. 

Hannah groaned in annoyance but still climbed up the hole. 

Chuck watched at her go, though her walk got cut short. She froze in her place and he knew something was wrong, and in a split second, she was on the cold ground, yelling her lungs out.

“Shit, shit, shit, hold on, Hannah! Medic!! Medic!!” he yelled as he let his rifle in the hole, crawling to check on the brunette. 

As soon as he turned her body around, his face grimaced in shock. She had blood flowing from her side into her cheek, eyes and mouth, as she gasped for a breath, steam coming from her mouth from the sheering cold. 

He moved her hair slowly, uncovering what was left of her ear, hanging from skin threads, almost completely shredded from her skull. It was an awful view, and the crimson liquid kept flowing and flowing. 

“What is it? Let me see, Grant, move!” Eugene Roe exclaimed, pushing the other soldier aside, checking the wound thoroughly. Hannah had stopped yelling, shock had settled in her body, covering her from the pain. 

“It’s superficial, but you will need someone to cut off the rest. Help me get her to the jeep, Grant,” he said after covering the hole with sulfate and a white bandage that went across her face. 

“Hannah, you’re going to be just fine, stay with us, come on!” Eugene yelled as Chuck lifted her from her back and legs, her face falling into his shoulder, bleeding on his jacket. 

Chuck glanced at her every few moments as he ran to where her ride was stationed, she looked paler by the second that passed, her eyes were closing and he had to keep calling at her to stay awake.

“Hannah, come on, come on, stay with me, stay with me!”

When she was finally strapped down the bed on the front of the sheet, he held her hand for a second before she was pulled away, disappearing into the woods as he had to ran back to his foxhole and keep defending their territory. 

But he kept wondering and wondering about her, until she came back two days after. 

“You came back almost good as new, ear-less, stitched up,” Chuck said, reminiscing.

“And I had to tolerate thousands of ear related jokes for weeks, and got called ‘Earnnah’ too” Hannah said, making them both laugh.

“Fucking Luz and his nicknames,” Charles said, shrugging.

“Anyways, I still don’t have an ear, but the flu I was going through had clogged my eardrum and saved me from being deaf on one side, right?” Hannah added, lifting her beer bottle to cheer for that.

“To the flu, baby!” he said and both drank.

A couple of hours went by and both Chuck and Hannah were already feeling more comfortable in each other’s presence. They laughed about some anecdotes, and updated on their current lifestyles.

“So, a tobacco store?” Hannah said, standing under the sun in the backyard, enjoying the warmth of a summer afternoon, much more relaxed. 

“Yeah, it was my post war dream, and I finally gathered what I needed to open it, it’s in downtown, 5th ave and Charleston. It’s cosy, small, but good enough to sell small things,” Chuck explained, clearly proud of his achievement. “You should come by sometime”. 

“I would, but I quit smoking a few weeks ago,” Hannah replied and Chuck looked surprised. 

“Really?” he asked, propping himself against a column he had set to sustain a small roof he had put up in his yard. 

“Yeah, but I’ll probably hit withdrawal soon and I’ll go back to square one quickly,” she replied, mocking herself and her power of will, making Chuck laugh.

“You still sing?” Chuck asked, and she knew exactly why he asked. “I still remember when we found that piano in the Eagle’s Nest, and you sang a few songs to us,” he said and a very small grin creeped up his lips, looking down at his hands. 

That was one of Hannah’s proudest moments. 

“I do remember that, and I still sing, yeah.”

The war had lightened up, somehow. 

Easy Company was on the works to clear the way into the old Nazi Town of Kehlsteinhaus, where they knew, at the top of the mountain, resides the crown jewel of the Nazi Party. A very glamorous house made only for Hitler and his closests friends. 

Winters dictated for the Easy Company to head straight to the Eagle’s Nest, after raiding the town and finding a place to settle for a bit. 

Hannah heard Speirs yelling the orders and they didn’t even think for a second before they started running up the mountain road towards the House. She ran next to Chuck, Popeye and Malarkey. 

They entered the premises slowly, looking around for Krauts, their guns up in arms. And all of them were surprised by the size of the place from the inside. 

It had grey walls, with bay windows every few meters, the sun shining through, illuminating the whole place. There were a few tables with a few chairs each, some silver plates and vases scattered around the living room, a fireplace, and on the far end, a grand, black and shiny piano. 

Hannah was immediately drawn to it, forgetting about the men popping bottles of champagne they found lying around, remembering instantly the songs her grandfather had once taught her when she was younger. 

The boys weren’t paying attention until they heard the first few notes Hannah pressed on. 

“Davis, you can play?” Spiers asked her as they got closer. 

I waited till I saw the sun, don’t know why I didn’t come

Hannah started singing, as a way to reply Speirs. 

Chuck was certainly taken aback by her singing voice, she had never mentioned before she could do that, that she had even learned or anything she did apart from training for the paratroopers and hang with Shifty. 

When I saw the break of day

I wished that I could fly away

Instead of kneeling in the sand

Catching teardrops in my hand

Her fingers seemed to be dancing around the keys like she had been doing that for a lifetime, as her voice shone through the notes she played. There was a sudden peace brought by the song, which no one could remember having heard before that moment. 

Chuck sensed his body relaxing, as he looked at the brunette who met his eyes not too long after.

My heart is drenched in wine

But you'll be on my mind

Forever

For a fleeting moment, Chuck felt no one was there but him and Hannah, as she kept singing, his breath catching in his chest, leaving him breathless. He knew he had been looking at Hannah with different eyes for a while, but he never actually realized it completely until that moment. 

Something has to make you run

I don't know why I didn't come

I feel as empty as a drum

I don't know why I didn't come

I don't know why I didn't come

“From then on, you guys would ask me to sing every time we found a piano laying somewhere in the abandoned cottages,” Hannah remembered, smiling at the memory. 

“Well, you do have a beautiful voice that puts everyone at ease, you know,” he complimented and Hannah could feel how her pulse accelerated at his compliment, cursing herself internally for being so weak for her former NCO. 

“It's mid-afternoon, care for a tea?” Charles asked, when he noticed her blushing, not answering his compliment, knowing he had hit somewhere inside her with it. 

“I can make a quick cake with anything you have in your kitchen, if you want to…” Hannah said, almost rushedly, trying to cover her tracks. Yeah, that doesn’t sound weird at all, Hannah, you fucking wuss, offering to bake a cake after a couple of hours chatting and trying to cover your stupid feelings, sure, yeah. 

“Kitchen’s all yours,” Chuck said with a grin, looking for his kettle to boil water while Hannah looked for her ingredients for a classic vanilla cake. 

As Hannah whisked the ingredients, Chuck served two mugs with boiling tea, placing one next to her as he watched her focused in his kitchen. 

“I swear, most men of the company don’t have all this stuff laying in their kitchen,” she said, still looking down at the mix.

“I’m not most men,” Chuck replied and both chuckled at his comment. “Oh, look here,” he said suddenly, making Hannah turn around.

A black cat with a small bell in his neck walked in, stretching its legs, and walked up to Chuck, placing its front paws in the dirty blonde legs. 

“This is Roe, I got him a few months ago, he walked in with a broken hind leg and never left this house,” Chuck explained, taking the cat into his arms, which made him start purring loudly. Hannah proceeded to pet him, sliding her fingertips slowly in the soft fur of the head. 

“He’s so handsome!” 

“Thank you,” replied Charles, earning a small slap in his arm by Hannah, who chuckled as she kept petting the kitty. 

“You saying you took care of this kitty reminded me of that nun who changed my bandages in Foye, in that church, remember that? She came straight to me, wondering how a woman is in the Forces, and silently, pulled my face and cleaned me up,” Hannah said, remembering the face of the woman in the black typical suit of a nun. 

“She didn’t treat anyone but you, which was either great or very selfish of her,” Chuck said, jokingly.

“She was in a convent, they take care of women mostly, and I am one, so…” she trailed off, wanting to slap the grin out of his face as she felt her heart melting to the view of Chuck, holding a cat between his arms like a child. My uterus is flipping about. “It’s not like no one took care of you boys.” 

“What are you talking about?” Chuck wondered. 

“Holland. All those women, and food, and drinks, and praising,” Hannah said as she put the mix in the oven. She could hear Charles laughing at her comments.

 “I wasn’t doing anything there, I did accept food though.” 

“Oh, Chuck, come on, I saw you with that blonde that was taller than you, kissing you non-stop,” Hannah exclaimed, way too quickly for her comfort, and turned around, pretending to check on the oven temperature; Could you be any more obvious, Hannah, dear?

“You sound jealous,” Chuck replied, with a smirk and furrowed eyebrows.

“I—okay, yes, I was; everyone was treating you all like goddamn heroes and whatnot, while I got questionable looks and fingers pointing at me for being a woman in a uniform… Hell, they must have thought I was the squad’s whore or something,” she defended herself, trying to not blow her cover that easy in front of his intense eyes looking at her from a few meters. 

Chuck felt bad for a moment. He knew she was proud of being the first woman fighting alongside men in a war, knowing she had earned the respect of many, many people, but there was still a long way to go to be accepted by the population in general. 

“Yeah, I wanted someone to kiss me too and give me drinks, I deserved that too, I didn’t have any physical contact with anyone as much as y’all in that time,” Hannah kept going, the anxiousness to cover herself up from showing feelings almost drowning her. 

“I’m sure you would’ve gotten a kiss if you just asked,” replied Chuck, taking a sip from his tea while still holding Roe. “I would have if you asked me.”

Did my heart just stop? Did it just… really stop? Quick, don’t linger in silence too much!

“You’ve always been such a gentleman, Grant, but that was impossible. First, we were in the Forces together and that was very forbidden. Second, I couldn’t ask people for that, that’s just sad and I didn’t look like any of the women there, my hair wasn’t done, I was wearing our uniform and probably didn’t smell the best there,” Hannah clarified, trying to not sound too rushed again. 

“Okay, yeah, partially true, but you don’t need to be all fixed up to be pretty, though.”

He knows and now he wants to play soccer with my fucking heart. Goodness, I hope he doesn’t know.

“To be honest, it’s not like I came back to the states and started dating and whatnot… I did adopt a dog, his name is Trigger, like the one Tab had back in the day,” Hannah said, trying to clear herself. “Oh, and Tab asked me out like a year ago,” she suddenly remembered. 

“Floyd?! R—really?” Chuck asked, clearly surprised. 

“Yeah, he showed up once, with flowers and everything. It was so sweet but Tab is like my little brother, so I let him down slowly and luckily, he accepted it and we’re still friends,” she explained, remembering how disappointed he looked for a second before she explained herself to him and he took it with humour and saved their friendship from awkwardness. 

All the while, Chuck laughed heartily. 

“What? Oh, don’t laugh at him! He’s so sweet, he was always nice with me, even when most doubted the presence of a woman at war, come on,” Hannah defended Talbert, throwing a paper towel ball straight to his face. 

“Hey! No need to get violent!” Chuck retaliated, throwing it back at her. “I can’t believe little ol’ Tab asked you out,” he added, chuckling. 

“You’re all always making fun of people who ask me out or flirt with me,” Hannah added, a sneer creeping up her lips. “Remember that one British soldier?” 

The Company had saved a hundred and forty brit soldiers, without any casualties. Everyone walked back to camp cheerfully but in silence until they entered the barn. 

Hannah didn’t feel as cheerful as the rest. She had been carrying a small infection under her tongue for a few days and cramps were attacking her every now and again, which she didn’t share with anyone trying to avoid some sexist comment about the nature of women. 

Booze was being passed around the brits and the company as everyone cheered and applauded for their exceptional work. Hannah did enjoy seeing all the grins and wide smiles spread around, while she stood in the side, leaning against a thin wooden column, rubbing her back to ease the pain. 

“Moose Heyliger and the American 101st have done the Red Devils a great service, making it possible for us to return and fight the enemy another day,” the captain of the British soldiers exclaimed to the crowd of paratroopers and the Red Devils. “To Easy Company, victory, and Currahee!”

Everyone cheered, drinking profusely, laughing and all around happy, until the same captain interrupted them for a second.

“Oh, and let us not forget to cheer for one more thing: the first woman in the Forces who was part of this mission, Miss…” 

Hannah wasn’t paying attention, she was completely zoned out on the side, until she heard her name being called a few times. She looked up to the Captain, who had his drink up and looking at her.

“Oh—Oh, Hannah, Hannah Davis!” she replied, a little startled. 

“To Hannah Davis!” The cheers erupted once again, but everyone was now looking at Hannah, who blushed furiously at the attention she was receiving. She just gave them all a tight lipped smile, her eyes drifting from one side to another. 

“So, congratulations are in order, ma’am.” A thick British accent interrupted Hannah’s thoughts a while after she had been cheered on. She turned around to find a tall man with a buzz cut, his red beret and a pointy nose. And a very warm smile. 

“Thank you, private…?”

“Joe Seaward, and it’s Sergeant now,” he clarified, taking his beret off as he took a drink. “How is the Force treating you? Good, I hope?”

“Very good, sir, they feel like family already. At first it was weird for them, but I was vouched for by the Battalion chief, and one of the men, who is an old friend from his hometown,” she replied, feeling slightly intimidated by the brit. 

“I’m glad you’re feeling comfortable. And hometown! Where would that be, if I may ask?” 

“Atlanta, Georgia. Can I ask you where are you from?” she asked, looking up at him. Hannah could feel the eyes of Easy on them, but she didn’t dare to look back at them. 

“Birmingham, born and raised,” Joe replied, looking proud. “Uh, anyone expecting you back home?” he suddenly asked, and Hannah understood what he was referring to. 

“No, apart from family, no one special,” she replied, and just got interrupted by another voice yelling at them.

“Sergeant Seaward! We’re leaving, come on!” Joe looked annoyed all of a sudden. 

“Well, ma’am, if this isn’t too forward, when this war is over, and luckily, we’re both still alive and well, why don’t you stay in England for a while and… maybe we can go to dinner together?” He said, rushing as he took a few steps back. 

Hannah thought for a second and, feeling like she had nothing to lose and after not being flirted by anyone in two years, she replied “Sure, Sergeant, if we both survive…”. 

Joe smirked deeply and quickly found a paper and a battered small pencil, scribbling in it and placed it in her hands, before kissing the back of it. 

“You’ll find me with that. Take care, Hannah Davis! Cheerio!” 

Hannah felt like a child meeting her first crush, blushing, with a dumb smile in her face, until she heard the sniggering paratroopers behind her. 

“What?” she asked, already looking annoyed at them as she turned to find them in a half circle around her.

“What was that ‘bout, Davis?” Bull asked with one lifted eyebrow. 

“Nothing–”

“Not nothing, that brit was flirting with you!” Liebgott exclaimed, his lip curled as his eyes darted between the door of the barn and her. 

“The fuck is the problem with that?” Hannah asked.

“No fraternization with soldiers in the Forces,” Chuck added, looking down at his hands. 

“Oh, fuck all of you. It’s the first time someone comes and tells me I’m pretty in two years, when y’all had women throwing themselves at you back at Eindhoven!” Hannah defended herself, shutting them all up. “It’s not like I’m actually going to do something about it, I might be dead tomorrow anyways”. 

“He looks stupid and he’s a brit, we’re all a better catch than him!” Martin added, inflating his chest. 

“The only decent man here is Doc Roe, and you all know that for a fact. I’m going to sleep for a bit, goodnight” she said, walking away from them, breaking the half circle without looking back. 

“I still have that small, battered piece of paper with me, but I never went to see him,” Hannah added, smirking at the thought. “I should’ve stayed in England and find him, honestly”. 

Chuck frowned, “why? Was he really that interesting?”. 

“He was sweet, he had a very attractive accent and hell, how many men do you know that say ‘cheerio!’ When saying goodbye?” Hannah defended Sergeant Seaward.

“Oh, stop talking talking about him already” Chuck said, dismissing her comments with a frown.

“Who’s jealous now, huh?” Hannah joked, pushing him slightly. Chuck just laughed bitterly.

///

Chuck showed her around the house, apologizing for forgetting to do a tour when she first came in.

He showed him some old pictures he had from high school that his mom had taken of him, some of his own family, and even a photo from a high school girlfriend he still had. Charles told him they were still in contact because her family was close to his, until he went to the war and she moved out of the usual address. 

“It’s like the time I was away, fighting, home became a black hole in my memory, like…It couldn’t possibly exist at the same time I was away.” 

Hannah enjoyed learning more from his past, and suddenly wondered if he had ever known what happened and how Easy reacted when they found out he had gotten shot. 

Charles was looking down at a picture when she popped the question. 

“Chuck, did you uh—did anyone ever tell you what happened with Easy when you… When that replacement shot you?” 

He suddenly took a seat on the couch, looking up at her. There was something on his eyes that she couldn’t decipher, but it was between fear and curiosity; his fingers went to linger over his scar absentmindedly. 

“No, I—the guys never told me anything, and I didn’t dare to ask, honestly.” 

“Do you, uh… Do you want to know?” Hannah asked. Chuck nodded, his lips seeming sewn shut. She took a seat next to him, the air suddenly completely filled with tension. 

“Well, you had patrol and we were relaxing in the house, playing cards, some asleep, most smoking and chatting about the end of the war. Also about the points, but, that’s not important.”

“Then, the door of the living room burst open with a pale, very pale and shook Tab. ‘Grant got shot in the head’ was the first thing he muttered. You know, there wasn’t any music around us, but it seemed like it had stopped. The relaxing atmosphere was cut off like when the lights go out with a switch.” Chuck was staring at her, his attention fully on her. 

“But we didn’t have that much time to like… process. Floyd had received orders to find the shooter, and we practically went around the whole town and the ones nearby looking for him. We had the order to bring him alive but neither wanted to lose the chance to put a bullet in him. We were organized in groups, and we divided in three or four people each.”

“We ended up finding him still in Zell Am See. Malarkey found him with Bull and Lieb, they found him trying—” She took a pause, her stomach turning slightly at the memory— “trying to rape an Austrian girl. She was saved, thankfully, and he was brought back to the house where he took the beating of his lifetime”

By that point, Chuck jaw was opened, but his eyes seemed calmer, somehow.

“Did you beat him too?” he asked. Hannah suddenly broke eye contact, looking down at her fingernails fidgeting together.

“Yes, but I only punched him, the rest did the real beating… I was so angry when I found out he was in the house, I burst through the door and went straight with my knuckles to his jaw. I had my hand bruised for weeks. You were away at that point, Speirs and Roe had found a Kraut brain surgeon and got him to work in you as soon as they could. But we didn’t know if you were alive or not. After the rest took their turn with the replacement, Speirs had come back, saying the surgeon confirmed you were going to be okay; then they dragged the son of a bitch over to the MP’s.”

Hannah felt ashamed, her body seemed to be burning when the memories of that moment revived in her.

“I was so scared you were gonna die, Chuck… I wasn’t there when Speirs confirmed you were going to be okay, and I just—I lost it at that moment,” she added, a knot forming in her throat. “Lieb found me, while I was sitting in a room upstairs, on a bed, in the dark, cursing and crying. It wasn’t only you that made me cry, but… I cared about you, you know. You were my friend, we went through the worst together and I thought I had lost y—,” Hannah’s voice broke, and a single tear rolled down her cheek. 

“Hey, hey, Hannah, I’m here, aren’t I?” Chuck said, scooting closer, placing a hand on her knee and another rubbing her back. “I’m sorry for scaring you like that…”

At that, Hannah snorted while she teared up.

“What are you apologizing for? For getting shot? Jesus, Charles, you didn’t ask for it, did you?” she joked through the tears and broken voice, making both laugh cynically. Hannah lifted her head and looked at him, and noticed how his eyes were watery. He sniffed as he tried to recompose himself, his hands never leaving the brunette.

“No, I know, but… I’m okay, you s—see? I just speak like I’m dumb or something now,” he joked. 

Suddenly, something took over Hannah and she hugged him, with her arms surrounding his shoulders completely. Chuck was taken aback at first, but he then wrapped his arms around her waist and stayed there for a moment, neither muttered a word, only sniffs and breathing could be heard. 

Hannah laughs, then smiles down at the picture of a younger Chuck. Some things change, and some things stay the same forever. Chuck is one of those things that never changes.

After a while, after a hug that helped both recompose and even sort of heal wounds that can’t be seen, they went back to rummage through old photos. 

“Oh, look at this one,” Chuck said, pulling a picture from his teenage years, where he was in just his underwear, surrounded by kids holding different pieces of clothing cheerfully “that was in the middle of summer, we were trying to fight the heat with water balloons and I got so soaked, my brother and my friends convinced me to take them off so they could dry. Me, being stupid and young, did so and they stole them and ran away.” 

Hannah laughed loudly, looking at Charles with apologetic eyes.

“How could you be so naive?” She asked, between laughs. 

“Hey, if I remember correctly, you got your clothes stolen once, in Haguenau! And you know it sucks, doesn’t it?” Chuck replied, jabbing his index on Hannah’s arm. 

Hannah had survived Bastogne, with the scarring of her life and one less ear. Everyone was changed, they had lost many men there, including Toye and Guarnere, Muck and Penkala, and lost Buck to shellshock. 

These days passed with nothing much to do but waiting for orders, some training, and finally, after the snow had passed, winter clothes. 

Second Platoon was stationed in a tall, two-story house, with many rooms, filled with beds and some tables. It was battered, most wallpapers looked torn, and the smell of humidity and gunpowder filling everyone’s nostrils.

On a cold morning, Hannah came back to the second floor, where Malarkey was introducing the new Lieutenant Jones to the men.

“Sir?” her voice, smaller than ever, turned everyone around. Some had to take a second look to be sure what they were looking at. 

“What happened to you?!” Don exclaimed, his jaw dropped. 

Hannah was shirtless. She was holding herself trying to keep the warmth of her body, with only a bra, pants and boots on. She looked red in the face, from the shame. Hannah could sense the eyes on her body, taking notice of every single scar she was sporting, and the bandage that was covering one on the side of her hip. 

“I was changing bandages, I turned for a second to get the sulfate and I heard someone running and laughing. I thought there were just some men playing around but they had taken my clothes, sir…” she explained. Everyone could hear the anger in her voice, her jaw clenching tight. 

“Jesus fuck,” Malarkey muttered, while Chuck proceeded to pull the sweater he used under his jacket and quickly helped Hannah put it on. “Lieb, MccLung, Jackson, go find the fuckers who did this, report to Speirs”. 

“I’m sorry, Malark, I—I didn’t want to make any trouble, really, I—,”

“No, don’t apologize. This isn’t your fault, okay? Here, it probably smells but it’s better than nothing, I’ll have someone find some clothes if they don’t find yours,” Malarkey said, giving her his scarf, and went back to speak with Lt. Jones, who only nodded to her as a salute. 

“Come on, we made some coffee,” said Chuck, pulling her to where the kettle was in a corner. “Are you okay?”.

“Yeah,” was all she said, hiding herself in her copper mug, drinking the awful coffee they have been given. Then Chuck did something that she wasn’t expecting, but calmed her nerves quite quickly: his palm met the top of her head, and ran down her hair slowly. 

Hannah had seen the men do that to each other, when they had panic attacks or after the death of a fellow soldier, they would hold their heads or run their fingers through their hair. It seemed like a paternal way to hold them close and not let them fall into the abyss of desperation war brings in people. 

And now she felt it herself. Chuck’s fingers brought peace into her body, into her mind. She closed her eyes he kept going, enjoying that as well as the steam from the coffee meeting her cold skin. 

///

Not too long after, and from a window, Hannah and Chuck saw MccLung and Lieb dragging two soldiers from their jackets to Speirs and Winters. Joe talked furiously, clearly explaining what the two men did. 

Hannah chuckled cynically, knowing Speirs would have them doing the worst jobs for the Platoon. 

Her happiness didn’t last long, though. After getting new clothes, returning Chuck’s sweater, she found out, alongside the rest, that they had a patrol to get to at one past midnight. 

Everyone dreaded it, mostly because Second Platoon had lost the most people since Bastogne, and they still wanted them to do a senseless mission. They were ordered to cross the river into German territory and take prisoners to get intel. 

They still had hours to kill before heading to enemy territory, so Hannah decided to find some place to nap, after fixing and cleaning her guns and getting more ammo. 

She wandered around Second Platoon’s house until she found a room on the second floor. She opened the door, walking inside, and instantly found a sleeping body on top of the bed. 

“What? What?!” it said startled and looked up. Hannah didn’t notice at first but as soon as some light shone through the bullet holes on the wooden panels in the window, she saw Grant’s face. 

“Oh, sorry Chuck, I was looking for some place to sleep, I’ll leave you to—,”

“No, no, it’s fine… we can share,” he said from the dark, she could hear his hand patting the bed. 

Hannah thought for a second. She was exhausted, her body was still cold and there probably wasn’t a better bed in the whole house to nap in. 

So, she closed the door behind her and left her jacket and rifle on the floor, and climbed under the wool blanket. 

Under it, she was met instantly with Chuck’s warmth, her side wasn’t cold, as she expected it to be. There was calm, so much calm it was a bit unsettling for Hannah; last time she felt it, mortars fell from the sky and took her friends with the blast. 

But there was something about the gentleness of Chuck’s breathing that helped her, which she couldn’t explain, but silently thanked him for it. 

A few minutes passed when Hannah turned to her side, facing Chuck, who was already positioned on his side. She was unable to fall fully asleep, which was normal when someone tries to relax during a war. 

Hannah just stayed there in silence, eyes closed, her hand dropped on the mattress near her face, when she felt Chuck’s hand a few inches from hers. 

For a moment, she wanted to grab it. 

Hannah had noticed for a while that she was closer with Chuck than with the rest of the men. It was an odd friendship; it’s not like they talked for hours and hours on end but mostly in silence or with hushed, short conversations. But when she was with him, she didn’t feel as much fear as with the rest or alone in a foxhole. 

But he had always been there for her, like she was for him. Through every loss, through every problem. There was an implicit deep trust between them that neither acknowledged with words, but with simple actions. 

And to her, he was certainly an attractive man; with dirty blonde hair, an inviting smile, always polite and shy. And Hannah knew she had felt sometimes a bit of a butterfly in her stomach when he smiled at her. 

Suddenly, her thoughts were hushed when she felt his fingers wrap around hers. 

Hannah didn’t open her eyes, afraid they would show how much speed her blood pressure gained in a split second. But she did reciprocate, after a moment, moving her hand so his fingers intertwined with hers. 

Neither moved, neither spoke nor opened their eyes. And finally, both fell asleep until Liebgott woke them up a couple of hours later.

He opened the door loudly, letting in some light. Both Hannah and Chuck sat up quickly, startled and disheveled, looking at Joe like he was crazy. 

Joe looked at both with a deep, playful smirk before saying, “We have the meeting at CP in ten minutes, let’s go, come on.”

Thankfully, Joe didn’t notice that Hannah and Chuck were still holding hands under the sheet; but when they caught it, as Lieb left, they quickly unwrapped them and rushed to get their things, without saying another word to each other.

///

Night came around nicely. 

Both Hannah and Chuck were enjoying their time. Hannah had clearly relaxed, mostly after they had talked about what happened to the NCO, feeling like she had let go of a heavy weight she carried on her shoulders. 

Charles offered for her to stay for dinner when the brunette said she still had to walk her dog, even though she knew Angelina had probably done that already. He insisted, saying the leftovers taste even better reheated on the grill. 

Hannah laughed and agreed to stay, as long as she could help with it. Her day has been better than expected, way better. But she still had that small pebble in her shoe about her feelings towards Chuck. A part of her yelled that she should come clean to him, and be done with it, no matter the result. The other part also yelled that his friendship was more valuable than risking it for something more.

But the tiny voice in her head still insisted with No, no! He doesn’t feel that way. He hasn’t flirted with you, or showed some clear sign of attraction, Hannah! Have dinner and pretend it’s all good. 

“Hey, can I ask you something? This might sound a bit weird,” Hannah said, with a sneaky smile while Chuck revamped the grill. The former NCO just nodded in response. “Why aren’t you married?” 

Chuck snorted, looking surprised and slightly offended. “Aren’t you the one that used to complain that women are always pressured to get married, and maybe they shouldn’t if they don't want to?” He asked, almost complaining. 

Hannah laughed and put her hands up in her defense.

“I don’t mean it like that, Charles Grant! I just… I’m surprised a man like you, who does all this, isn’t at least dating someone,” she clarified. 

“I didn’t say I wasn’t dating someone,” he replied, without looking at her.

There it is! So, that’s what it's like to get your heart punched, huh? 

“Oh, yeah, I mean—Of course, sorry–,” Hannah added, suddenly stumbling upon her words as she felt her hands shake slightly. 

Chuck snorted again, this time a hearty laugh escaping his lips. 

“I’m not Hannah, I’m not seeing anybody at the moment,” he added, smiling as he moved the charcoal around the grill. 

Hannah had a rush of anger suddenly, wanting to throw something at him and yell you fucking asshole, I’m in love with you, do not do that to me!!!

But she held herself in, looking rather unphased, and just nodded disapprovingly. 

“I, well… I haven’t met the right woman, you know? I’ve seen some people, yeah. Babe set me up once with this redhead who could’ve been Malarkey’s sister for all I knew and it was going good at first but… Fuck, I was so bored!” he said, showing the annoyance in his face at the memory. “She was nice and all, but she was just… so fucking boring. She talked about her hair and stuff she does with her lady friends and she hated when I told stories about the war.”

Now it was Hannah’s turn to laugh. “She hated it? Why?”. 

“Who the fuck knows, maybe it was too g—ory for her, or she didn’t want to hear that one of the men was being called ‘Gonorrhea’. Hell, she didn’t even want to hear how I got the scar in my head or rather, the explanation of my slurring when I speak and my lack of strength on my left side,” Chuck said and sounded rather offended. 

“Someone has to either appreciate your scar and the sequels, or get the fuck out of your way,” Hannah said, approaching him with a beer in hand. “Don’t ever feel ashamed for that, Chuck, I’m not ashamed of having one ear, honestly. I think it’s pretty nice. Who can say that is different when their bodies are complete and in perfect state?”. 

“It’s boring, isn’t it?” he added.

“You and me, Chuck, are different. And that’s good. Toye and Guarnere have one less leg each, they’re fucking awesome too.” 

Hannah’s heart leaped at the sight of Chuck looking suddenly proud of himself, and when he looked at her to clink their bottles, she could’ve sworn that, if she had the ovaries, she would’ve kissed him right there and then.

///

After dinner and a few more laughs, Hannah called it a night. 

Her heart felt slightly heavy for not having dared to confess what she was there to do in the first place. 

“Well, my dear Grant, I have to head home,” she said, as she put plates down the water in sink. 

“Already?” Chuck replied, looking surprised.

“It’s almost ten in the night!” she exclaimed, drying her hands on a towel that hung from the oven door handle. 

“Want me to call you a cab? Lieb is probably still around working with his.” 

“No, don’t worry, I’ll walk. It’s fine,” Hannah replied, and started walking towards the door with Chuck on tow. 

Both stood on the porch, looking around the calm neighborhood. Hannah was feeling so ashamed of herself, slapping herself mentally every second that passed. 

“Well, Hannah, this was a great surprise,” Chuck started, breaking her thoughts for a moment, “we should do this more often, maybe with the guys, sometime, before winter leaves us secluded in our homes.” 

“Of course, but let’s not wait two years this time,” she replied, with a smile creeping up her lips, looking at him. God, how can someone dare be this good looking?

Chuck proceeded to hug her like when he opened the door past noon, when she showed up at his doorstep. Hannah reciprocated, and drowned herself once again in his cologne, not wanting to let go or stop feeling his hands around her body.

“See ya, Davis,” Chuck said as she walked down the steps and she took one last look at him before heading home. 

You fucking wuss, you fucking wuss, you fucking wuss, you fucking, pathetic     w—

“Hannah! Wait!” 

Chuck’s voice startled her as she was reaching the crossroad, when she turned around to find him running towards her. 

Her heart raced, wondering why the hell was he yelling at her for. Maybe she had forgotten something. Yeah, that’s all, I might have forgotten my… keys? 

“Hannah, wait, I… I have to tell you something and this can’t wait…” Chuck started as soon as he caught up to her. “Listen, this might sound weird but… a while ago I—you appeared in a dream of mine. You were talking to me after I got shot and you were begging me to not forget you.”

“Hannah, I took it upon myself to find you but I was meeting only dead ends, the Army wouldn’t help me so I had to… fuck, I had to find Winters and ask him for your information. God, that was embarrassing, but you know Winters, he didn’t hesitate to help. I had your address and phone numbers for months, but I never had the guts to go knock on your door… I thought you might have forgotten me, but… I never forgot about you,”

“I never forgot how we shared a foxhole during our hardest time. I never forgot how we slept in that bed and held hands in the dark. I never forgot how you took care of me when I had that one panic attack in Bastogne, and everything else,”

“What I mean, Hannah, is… I love you. I can’t date other women because they’re not you, and all I want is you. So… please, don’t leave. Not now. I couldn’t believe my eyes when you showed up at my door, fuck, I thought I was dreaming or dead. You had found me and I—,”

Before Chuck could follow through with his speech, Hannah took him by the face and kissed him. 

It was bruising, it was desperate and filled with love. Chuck wrapped his arms around her body, bringing her impossibly close to his body as her fingers found his hair. 

The anticipation was their favorite feeling. They both sensed how long they waited for that to happen, so they sank deeper into it. 

It went on for a few minutes, the night time seemed to have stopped for both, like everything had disappeared except for them. 

After they parted, both panting, their foreheads connected, Hannah opened her eyes and found Chuck’s cheeks stained with tear trails and that explained the salty taste in his lips. That made her smile widely as she still held his hand between hers. 

“Can you—do you want to s–spend the night with me?” Chuck asked, opening his eyes finally. 

Hannah just smiled widely, pecking his lips as she pulled him by the wrist towards his house.

///

Making love to someone you have craved for years makes the hours longer.

Both Hannah and Chuck were sure of that while the latter moaned loudly as Hannah rode him; his hands were bruising against her hips as she moved, holding herself in his shoulders, kissing him every now and again. 

Hannah never thought she would see Chuck like this. With sweat rolling down his forehead, his lips swollen and his eyes squeezed shut; to see his naked torso and his chest heaving up and down, which was covered in different scars that only made him even better looking in her opinion.

The man was almost ethereal in the dim light of his bedroom.

She enjoyed every bit of him as much as she could, like that could’ve been a fleeting figment of her imagination that she had to hold tight between her fingers before it could slip away. 

But reality brought her back when she felt the pain of his fingers digging into her hips. Hannah didn’t mind one bit.

She just loved to see how overwhelmed with pleasure he was, how he propped himself into his elbows, wrapping a hand around her bottom to carry both into the bed frame so he could sit and find her lips with his as he rode into his climax. 

Of course, Chuck being the gentleman he was, caring, he helped Hannah ride into hers, enjoying how she cried out his name loudly like it was the best song he had ever heard. 

///

Chuck’s fingers ran down Hannah’s bare shoulders, enjoying the dampness. It was soft, it was warm and it also a tad bit freckled. His fingertips followed down her arm until they met her face, that laid upon the back of her hands as she laid in her stomach. 

 Her eyes were closed but she was still awake. Hannah was just soaking on everything that happened through the day, and now, through the night, as the clock ticked into two in the morning. 

Chuck sat parallel to her, and his fingertips went all the way back to walk down her shoulder blades, into the deep line of her spine, meeting a few moles spread out here and there, which sent very slight tickles to the brunette. 

“I kind of can’t believe this just happened” he muttered, turning to lay his head on the small of her back. He could feel the vibration of the small laugh she let go at his comment.

“Me neither, Chuck… but I, uh… I have a confession, which I think will make you laugh,” Hannah replied.

“Do go on…” he replied.

“You told me you looked for my information with Winters, right?” Hannah asked.

“Right”.

“Well, when I looked for you too… I did the same,” she said and felt his head suddenly turn to her at her words, “and when I said your name, he gave me a weird look, but now I know it was a ‘I know something important about this that you don’t know’ look”. 

“So, wait, we l—ooked for each other in the past few months, and we did exactly the same shit?” he said, struggling slightly. 

Hannah heard the clicker of the lighter and looked back at him, lightning a cigarette with a shit eating grin sprawled upon his lips. 

“Exactly what I’m saying,” she replied, laying her head back down. 

“Another reason why I would like to marry you, then,” he added, like it was nothing.

What he didn’t notice was the speed in which Hannah’s eyes widened and her heart started thumping inside her rib cage. 

“I’m sorry?!” she asked, sounding a tad bit anxious. Chuck was never one to say rushed things like that. 

“The first reason is how powerful and relentless you were and still clearly are. You know how I know that?” he asked, and she could feel his smile still in his lips.

“No, how?”

“When you confronted Sobel before we went to Holland. Of course, I didn’t know at the moment the amount of feelings I had for you, but… I think I did have some of them roaming inside me,” Chuck said, like he was the one who stood up to Herbert Sobel, “but that was just plain hot,” he finalized, and turned to look at her; Hannah was just looking at him like he was crazy. 

The night before, everyone was cheering for their job. They were done, they were bound to the States and all the Easy Company wanted to do was drink and laugh. 

For everyone’s demise, Lipton announced how they were heading back into war, to Holland, killing the mood instantly. 

As the replacements were getting helped and guided by Bull, rather than Cobb, who could only brag about stuff he never ever did; Chuck was packing her stuff near Malarkey, Bill and Hannah. 

“I swear I thought by this time I was gonna be home, with a hundred in my pocket, flowers for my mama and nearing Christmas with my nieces and nephews” Malarkey said, fixing his bayonet. The rest scoffed, still bitter by the news.

“I miss the coffee from hometown, there’s this beautiful place in Hamstown Square, it’s very small and cozy, and the pastries are the most delicious I’ve ever had” Hannah said, looking like she was talking about the love of her life. 

“Guys, look!” Bull said, interrupting them, pointing to their right.

On a jeep, carrying some stuff behind it, sat Herbert Sobel, their former CO, the nightmare that trained them back in Toccoa. Hannah knew she didn’t train with him as much as the rest, but a year with that man was more than enough. 

“Fuck, no…” Hannah whispered so just the boys around her heard her “No, not him”.

“Don’t—Pretend he’s not here,” Malarkey said to her, tying the loose ends of her parachute to her shoulders as Skip came to them scowling like the rest. “Y’all too, do not look at him”. 

Neither obliged, all of them stared at the man passing by. 

“The hell is he doing here?” Skip wondered, without getting an answer.

Sobel walked in a straight line near the men as the truck behind his jeep unloaded, looking between the men with his usual air of superiority untouched. 

Unlucky for Hannah, he had met her eyes not too long after, and the man approached her, before the rest could make themselves scarce. 

“Still alive, uh… Davis?” Sobel asked, scowling at the brunette.

“Pretty much, sir. Still teaching at that school… somewhere?” she answered, provoking a few small gasps around her. Sobel scowl just deepened.

“Do not disrespect me with that tone, private” the taller man threatened, his jaw clenching tight. 

“Earn the respect, like you once taught us, and I won’t,” Hannah replied, her tone dripping with bitterness and irony. She felt a hand in her shoulder and knew one of the men was probably trying to calm her down. “You came here and act surprised that I’m still alive? No, I deserve more than that, sir”. 

“You shut your mouth right now, private! This—this is the reason why women shouldn’t be allowed in the army; they’re too emotional!” Sobel exclaimed, almost yelling to get attention, which only made Hannah even more furious.

“If you were in our command, if you were our leader, we would all be dead right now. Don’t you remember that drill we did back in England? Why do you think you were ‘promoted’? And no, I’m not scared of you, go write me up if you want to; Winters is south of the camp, third tent on the right. Colonel Sink is in the next tent to his, the fourth one,” Hannah felt like she couldn’t stop, her anger overcoming her; mountains of words and feelings that were accumulating, finally leaving her chest. 

Chuck couldn’t believe the words that came out of her. 

Everyone awaited without breathing for an answer, a yell from Sobel, something. But nothing came, he just scowled, breathed hard, and before anyone took a breath again, he turned around tight in his heel and left to the back of the truck. 

Hannah took a breath and turned around to finish prepping, when she found many of her fellow paratroopers smiling at her, some nodding in approval even. Johnny Martin crossed by her side, squeezing her arm, as he whispered a small “good one” for her. 

“I fucking hate him, that felt really good”, she said to Chuck, turning to adjust his jumpsuit. 

Chuck just stared at her, feeling hard to believe what just went through. Their former NCO was just bashed in front of everyone, and no one, not even one paratrooper came in his defense. 

His eyes roamed through her face as she fixed his suit and talked about something he wasn’t paying attention to. Suddenly, he was looking at her in a different way, one that would grow over time during the war.

///

The night caught up to Chuck and Hannah, both deep asleep on his bed. The brunette laid her head in his shoulder, on her side, while he was laid in his back, with his cheek against her forehead. 

Though around dawn, Chuck’s body started to shook. It came softly at first, just a few twitches, until it became a whole storm inside him. 

Hannah stirred up and saw how every muscle in his arms and chest were clenched, and he muttering something she couldn’t comprehend. Clearly, he was having a nightmares. The nightmares that seemed to never end, which felt like a punishment that everyone had to endure post war. 

The brunette placed her hands around his head as she whispered, “Chuck, Chuck, it’s okay, it’s just a dream, wake up, love, wake up.” 

His eyes shot open, looking terrified as he gasped for air, his hands fumbling to find her. 

“Hannah, Hannah!” He exclaimed, as he finally met her eyes. His body was shaking until he realized she was there, looking down at him, with a tired, disheveled smile. 

“It’s okay, love, I’m here, I’m here,” she replied, running her fingers through his hair, kissing his cheek before looking down at him again. 

The first light of the sun shining through the white curtains, illuminating both with such warmth it made Hannah’s heart swell. 

“I’m sorry, I’m s—sorry, Hannah, this still happens…” he explains, his hand tight on her side. 

But Hannah just smiles sweetly at him, “it still happens to me too, Chuck, it’s okay, there’s nothing to be sorry about,” she explains, admiring his deep blue eyes. 

“Can you… can you sing to me?” He asked, sounding almost embarrassed to ask for it. 

The touch of your lips upon my face

Your lips that are cool and sweet

Such tenderness lies in their soft caress

My heart forgets to beat

The touch of your hands upon my head

The love in your eyes, ashine

And now at last, the moment divine

The touch of your lips, the love in your eyes

The touch of your lips on mine

Chuck closed his eyes as her singing filled his ears. He haven’t felt peace like at that moment, not since the war. Hugging his mother, playing cards with his brothers or the men from the Company brought joy, but peace; peace came from Hannah, wearing his shirt, at dawn, singing to him. 

And it was the same for Hannah. 

Both knew the nightmares will continue to haunt them, and that their lives will go on, but at least, they were going to go through it together. 

And that was more than enough for them. ///