#evidenceof

Just scrolled by these back to back and….

First of all: thank you so much. That the response this fic has gotten has been so lovely and so passionate has really made my week/month/year. You all are deeply wonderful. <3 (Still & forever talking about this fic, for anyone following along at home.)

Because of the way the fic was (un)structured I really could include most things that I wanted to; in fact I started to fear that it would never feel finished, because I would always be coming up with new sections I wanted to add. But this didn't end up being true! Towards the end of the writing process I continued coming up with new ideas but started to realize each one would overbalance something, or didn't have a neat place to slot in to what was there already, or just wasn't thematically a great fit. Most of these ideas were for post-war scenes, which I already focus on more than I'd originally intended to in the fic, so I consoled myself by promising to write a separate post-war fic to contain them all. So most of the darlings I killed were more postponed or replanted than outright murdered.

The only fully written and realized scene that I cut was inspired by Webster mentioning in Parachute Infantry that most of their truck drivers were Black; I thought that was interesting in general but also in particular as a fact we never get an inkling of on the show, and I wanted to write something about it. But in the end it felt too eager to Make A Point, so I cut it. I do think I could've justified it thematically, and certainly I was not allergic to including sections to make a point (hopefully without scare capitals), but this just felt too shoehorned in.

relationship/characters: Nora Huchthausen/Bucky Egan. prompt: the subtle things they notice.. become not so subtle.

hi yna!! thanks so much for the prompt - it ended up being more nora & bucky with a side of jackie/bucky, even though she wasn't in the room for this lol. enjoy!

“Buck says you haven’t so much as looked at any girls since coming back,” said Nora. Bucky’s head snapped towards her, eyes defensive and deep with emotion. Nora knew what it meant, she had since he got shot down and Jack Kidd’s first call was to Jackie. And Bucky knew that she knew, and yet here they were, dancing the old familiar dance around the flames of his feelings.

Bucky smiled ruefully. “I’m a changed man, Nora Huchthausen. The stalag will do that.” He let the words sit and stew, rather than using his boisterous persona to distract and fill up the silence. His eyes were searching, pleading, imploring her to let it drop. And maybe she should, if she already knew - but she needed to hear it from Bucky himself. And in the nearly empty Officers’ Club, the time was as good as ever.

“Maybe you’ve changed, Bucky, but you’ve always had your eye on Jackie Broussard. And Crank says you looked at her the whole flight back here, and DeMarco said you reread her letters over and over -”

“Damnit Nora! What do you want me to say? That I ain’t subtle - because I know, and that ship sailed long ago. But Jackie doesn’t need me, she deserves better -”

Nora shook her head aggressively, her hair shimmering in the low light. “No, she deserves to decide for herself. She’s not one of your ditzy girls from a few years ago, Bucky. She’s one of the most wonderful people I know, and she should decide if she wants you of her own volition, not because you force yourself away from her.”

i really love "what's in a bag" things, so i'm here to ask what is in miss dot's and/or miss vera's footlockers (that may or may not be regulation)? <3

oc sleepover - ask away

thank you, yna! i'm glad to be feeling better

as for what's in dot's locker...

all the standards: extra uniforms, dress uniforms, civvies, hair products, cash. her non standards: letters - lots of em, from her parents and especially her older brothers; a few books - she and skip bought georgie's dad's book to see what all the fuss was about, a tree grows in brooklyn (where do you think perco got his copy?); a can of peaches that sobel will never find - only schmucks get caught; and photos. lots and lots of photos.

she's fascinated with the photos bertie takes and she takes all the ones their photographer wants to throw out - a shot of just an elbow; moe alley laughing - all blurry; a rocket coming down - the aps wants bertie to toss that one, and dot knows she's not supposed to have it.

but how can you get rid of them? those are her friends and their stories and bertie gets her a camera at some ponit. the alberts send one, monographed my her father in their shop in green bay, for dot and she cries when bertie's gangly ass hands it over. and she takes lots of pictures - some people gamble their pay away, she buys film with her poor french and gestures - of everything all the time, especially when she and don end up together in paris at the end of the war.