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Dorrestijns ode aan de koperwiek
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Ik denk natuurlijk steeds vaker aan mijn einde. Dan vraag ik mij af wat ik het ergste zal missen. Hoog op de lijst staat de glimlach van knappe meiden, maar dat is geen kunst. De partita’s van Bach zal ik missen en van Stravinsky het Capriccio voor piano en orkest. De gedichten van Achterberg en Lucebert, de grappen van Teeuwen, de schilderijen van…
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#Achterberg#altijd#Bach#Hans Dorresteijn#het einde#kauw#koperwiek#kramsvogel#lichtrood#Lucebert#missen#Rik Wouters#Ruisdael#sneeuw#Stravinsky#Teeuwen#vogel
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Goedendag beste mensen, ik ga morgen, zaterdag 03-12-2022, de wedstrijd @vva_achterberg 1 -@officialsvadvendo 57 1 filmen. Een samenvatting zal zondagmorgen te zien zijn op https://youtube.com/YoutubeJaapvoetbal. Het zal morgen buiten frisjes worden, maar vanaf 16:00 gaat in de warme kantine van VVA Achterberg hopelijk het kwik naar een hoogtepunt, tijdens de wedstrijd van OnsOranje - #usa . Vandaar dat de wedstrijd van VVA Achterberg dus 1 uur eerder begint. Groet Jaap. #voetbal #soccer #3eklasse #sportparkdemeent #achterberg #vvaadvendo57 #vvaachterberg #advendo57 #ederveen #grootscherm #nedusa #youtubeJaapvoetbal www.jaapvoetbal.nl https://youtube.com/YoutubeJaapvoetbal (bij Meent de sportp. - VVA '71) https://www.instagram.com/p/Clq6k6oKtk7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Jason Achterberg, Nathaniel’s younger brother, and second main character alongside Nathaniel himself.
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no hard feelings
(a/n): dougie deserves all the love and carrie achterberg was the perfect opportunity to test it out. had some ideas for these two a while back and finally pieced together their dynamic later in the war. there’s plenty of time to talk about their earlier dynamic but for now….enjoy these two and a look into their history together :) enjoy! ....oh and if you're a Sunshine Soldier fan (my first BoB fic), from ages ago, there's a treat for you stuffed in here!
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here. Pleasure seeing you ladies here."
Carrie glanced up from her rather in-depth conversation with Paulina and Bessie and found James Douglass, leaned up against the chair in front of them, across the table, a wide smile on his face, as he glanced at their faces and then settled on Carrie.
James Douglass - to which she had annoyingly started calling him Dougie, like the others - was never one to entertain nor hold onto something far longer than needed. However, when it came to her and, particularly, teasing her, he held onto that like a rope tied around his finger. He never let go.
"To what do I have the displeasure of seeing you," Carrie said looking up at him with a wry grin, to which he raised a brow at, "c'mon, let me have it. What is it? You need shoeshine for those things you call boots. You need me to go and kiss-up because you said something you shouldn't have. No wait - I got it. You managed to wake up late and missed breakfast, and need me to smooze you into getting coffee." The tables around them grew slightly quiet, a few heads turning; Paulina stuck to staring between the two, a bunch of scrambled eggs in her mouth, Bessie taking the opportunity to loudly sip on her coffee that was growing cold. Dougie sent her a look with his eyes and then looked at Paulina swiftly.
"Lieutenant Bradshaw said something about a fuse in Silver Bullets blowing," he offered, before dropping his voice, "right near the radio." Paulina's fork dropped and she launched up out the chair and darted away, calling over her shoulder through the loud lunch room, half-chewing, half-attempting to speak.
"I'll be back!" she called, wiping at her mouth, "James Douglass I'll have your head for this if you're joking around with that no-good head of yours!" Carrie watched her disappear and then watched Dougie look at Bessie, who sat rather unfazed and slightly tuned out of the conversation. Carrie momentarily shut her eyes when she knew what was coming.
"Kidd's looking for ya. Said he had a few things to talk to you about, from the good Colonel himself." Dougie offered and she stared at him and raised a brow, before ceremoniously wiping her mouth and standing.
"I'll be back." she muttered, eyeing Dougie, before sending Carrie a look, to which she rolled her eyes. Which left Carrie with Dougie.
Good God.
She turned her eyes to look at him and then leaned against the table, lacing her fingers, offering a rather sarcastic smile instead of sweet.
Listen, she got along with James Douglass, the whole base did, but sometimes he sweet-talked her because he enjoyed it. And he knew how much he could get to her, even if it was just teasing. Bessie always teased Carrie back that it was because he was taking a liking to her.
Carrie Achterberg was absolutely not one to take to gossip like that and had promptly squashed that. He had joked with her like this since training - it was James Douglass for Chrissake - he did it because half the time, there was enough sadness on this base to fill up an ocean.
"What do you want?" she said, pointedly acknowledging how rather relaxed he was, and how drained she appeared.
"Does it always have to be something I want? What about you? What do you want?"
"For you to leave me alone, so I can enjoy breakfast. Without the fucking peanut gallery."
"That hurts me, Bergie."
"Don't call me that."
"What? A lil nickname never hurt anybody. Bessie calls you that." She raised a brow in his direction and he shook his head.
"Look, just, can you…I don't know, just do me a favor?" Carrie stared at him and raised her brow further.
"What?"
"Can you dance with me tonight? At the flying club?" Carrie stared at him, before shaking her head.
"No." Dougie sighed.
"C'mon, why not?" Carrie looked at him sharply and sent him a scowl.
"If I'm gonna dance with someone, they're going to want to actually dance with me. Not just do it because of some other girl." Carrie said quickly and inhaled more egg, "I know you've been eyeing up Charlotte Tarvers, so." Dougie blew a raspberry and waved her off.
"Nah, nah, she's….I think she's got some guy in the Airborne, I'm not....nah." Dougie said waving it off, "Really, it's just….you and I, ya know? And, look, listen, favors is a bad word anyway…." Carrie looked at him, her cheeks dotting red a bit and she shook her head.
"You're just doing it to try and get another girl to come and be all fluffy in your face. Newsflash, Dougie, I'm not taking part. Ask Margie or…or Judy! Judy would love to."
"If Benny DeMarco were here he would smash my face in for even dare touching Margie and I'd rather not become one with Captain Rosenthal's dark side so, respectively….I'll take my chances." Dougie said and then looked at her. Carrie grumbled under her breath and shook her head.
"Fine." she said, "But. You have to promise to make it worthwhile, alright? Give me a twirl, hold me agonizingly tight, but not too tight, 'kay? I might even do my hair."
"Do your hair? Oh, Bergie, that's an honor right there. I'm honored, truly."
"Buzz off, shithead. Not for you. For me." Carrie said and then bit into a piece of toast, "I don't know….maybe it'll get someone's attention." Dougie's face turned serious for a moment as Carrie enjoyed her toast and he seemed to recalibrate.
"Uh….what do ya mean?"
"I don't know…..some of the guys, you never notice how cute some of them are until you see 'em, ya know? In their Class A's, looking all put together….especially after some of those last few missions." she said, "Maybe they'll see us dancing and ask to butt in. We'll see." Dougie watched her, looking more confused by the minute, bringing a spark of laughter to Carrie's lips.
"But…..you and I, we're dancing. Together. And going. Together." Dougie said with a chuckle before shaking his head, "You can't……"
"Are you jealous, Dougie?" Carrie whispered quietly with a grin, smacking his shoulder, "You're cute when you're mad." Dougie watched her as she continued eating, frozen in place, without any sort of words.
"Don't give me that look, that's exactly how you sounded to me," she said, and raised a brow, "so….you promise, it's just gonna be you and I. No other extras, huh?"
"Promise." Dougie said quickly, "Shake on it." Carrie eyed him, but then met his grasp and shook on it, before going back to her toast and enjoying savoring the taste.
"Who's the jealous one now?" Dougie whispered quietly to her from across the table, sending the blonde a smirk and a wink, who offered nothing but a glare, "C'mon, just saying. Sounds like you want me all to yourself." Carrie looked at him and then placed down the toast and met his gaze.
"I'm doing this for no one but myself. Not you." she said. Dougie rolled his eyes and then leaned across the table and dropped his voice, lowly.
"No other extras, huh?" he whispered, "Afraid someone's gonna steal me away?" Carrie slowly looked to his face, her eyes unmistakably drifting across his face for a moment before looking back at his eyes.
"Who says I'm afraid? You're the one inviting me." she whispered back quietly, watching that stupid smirk grow on his lips - a challenge. She seemed to have caught Dougie in a crossfire as he chuckled to himself and then leaned back in his chair and laid an arm over the empty seat next to him.
"If anything, you should be afraid someone's gonna steal me away. I've met plenty of those gentlemen to know they'd take any chance they could." Carrie said, her cheeks flaming at the way he watched her, making her collar hot and her cheeks red, "Why didn't you just ask Paulina? Or Bessie?" Dougie sent her a look and crossed his arms.
"There's a reason I'm asking you and not them, sweetheart." he said and she felt her face dip darker in color, to which she picked up her toast and took an angry bite out of it, trying to ignore that look on his face, to which she was almost enjoying. Knowing he was getting under her skin, and she was liking it. She swallowed her toast and then looked at him, schooling her features evenly.
"Enlighten me. What are you trying to say?" Carrie said, staring at him with a cool expression. A bold question to pose, in her opinion. Like bait for a fish. He watched her and licked his lips, suddenly under the spotlight and met her gaze again, fully.
"I want to dance." Dougie said, a nod, like convincing himself this was right, "With you." Carrie's eyes moved to his quickly. He stared right back at her, holding her gaze tensely as she reached for her coffee cup.
There was something in his gaze that was different than before there. A longing, a want, an eagerness - something that made her stomach feel funny and her toes tingle.
Why, she wondered in her mind. There were a bunch of other wonderful ladies he could dance with that he would have a far better time both dancing and conversing with - people that were pleasant and friendly and happy. People that weren't like her. She looked to him again and watched as he leaned forward and shook his head.
"Listen, Bergie, I'm sorry," he said quickly, waving his hands in front of himself, "it was too forward, I get it. You got a lot of shit going on back home, you don't want-"
"No." Carrie said, stopping him mid-sentence, his eyes flashing to hers as she sat there, cheeks turning red again as she tried to stop it. She shook her head and balled up her fists and fixed her shoulders.
"It's not that." she managed out in a stammering pace, shaking her head. The two watched each other - him, waiting on her to open her mouth, and her, waiting for her mind to connect with her mouth to speak. But it didn't happen.
"What's going on, Bergie?" Dougie asked quietly, noticing as she looked at him, trying to gather what thoughts were left in her mind.
All she could think of was the casualty list - the way it grew, larger and larger. The amount of planes that had gone up and never come down. The amount of men they'd lost, the people that were gone never to return. The families that would never get their sons and daughters back.
"James." she said quickly, and he looked at her in earnest, "I….." He stared at her, the most serious she'd ever seen a look appear on his face.
"This is…." she couldn't get her words right, the puddle of her mind overwhelming. She couldn't look at him and speak what she actually wanted to say. It was too real. All of these. These feelings, what was going on around them. This war.
"Did something happen?" he asked quickly, "Listen, I just joke with you, no hard feelings, just-"
"I'll dance with you." she said quickly, "Tonight. Just-" she stood quickly with her half-finished cup of coffee, looking down at her pants rather than him, "-just….I'll see you there." She took her plate and then spun away, moving around the edge of the table, her eyes on the door.
"Wait, wait, Bergie-" Dougie said, jumping to his feet, and lightly placing a hand on her elbow. She turned to look up at him, catching him in the haze of late morning light and watched as his eyes softened, only seen by her, his eyes lingering on parts of her face she hated to show a soul, his body heat penetrating her own with how close he seemed to be.
"Are you okay?" he asked her quietly, dropping his voice, "I mean, you don't have to dance with me. I just…..we never have and I figured I owed ya-"
"I'm fine." she managed quickly, "No, we'll….we'll dance. It's fine. I'm fine." She offered a smile his way and he watched her, regarding her face quietly.
"I didn't ask you because there's another girl or to have a laugh, none of that, that's a shit thing to do, alright?" he said quietly, "I asked you because I want to dance with you. You, Bergie." She stared at him, her eyes flicking back and forth, over and over. The longer she stared at him, the more her heart began to race and the blood rushed to her cheeks.
"What I'm trying to say is that you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met, and I finally have the opportunity to dance. With you." Dougie said quickly, his ears and upper cheeks turning red, even though he seemed to try to hide it. Between both their faces and the redness of their cheeks, it was quite a sight for any onlooker or eavesdropper. She stared at him.
"I almost did. Back in Greenland. You definitely didn't want anything to do with me, but I almost did it." he said, a nervous smile on his face, "Figured you were pissed with me. So I didn't. As usual." She continued to watch him - him, rambling, her, staring. After a few moments of silence that lingered between them, she blinked.
"I'm always pissed with you." she said, but she said it in a way that was both factual and sarcastic and got a smile going on Dougie's face.
"Well, I know that," he said, "figured you wouldn't want to dance with the guy you're pissed off at. I don't know, as I go to twirl you, you'd probably try to push me into a wall or something."
Carrie stared at him - she'd let him twirl her into his chest and more, hold her close to his chest, in his broad, warm arms, tell her it was okay, that this was okay, that this was allowed, that she could feel this. She stared at him, her heart racing. And he stared back, that deep look in his eye that was enough to make her lose it.
"Keep looking at me like that and you'll get more than you bargained for." she whispered softly and then offered him a small, smirking grin, and walked away, her cheeks and ears burning.
If she looked back, she'd get that look that she knew was on his face, forever implanted in her mind and she couldn't have that yet. Not now.
As she placed away the plate and took one last sip of her coffee, she moved towards the door with her arms crossed and glanced over her shoulder just as she stepped out and looked to where Dougie was, stood still, hands in his pockets, watching her like something holy had just appeared right in front of him. She winked.
#masters of the air#mota#mota writings#silver bullets#carrie achterberg#james douglass#carrie x dougie#james douglass x oc#DOUGIEEE!!!!#these two were fun to write i wont lie hehe#and i have so many more ideas for them too so !!!!! :)#dougie was fun to write too lmfao hes chaotic and its fun LOL#THEM !!!!#also carrie in her feels and she tries to hide it but with dougie she lets it down a bit now - i will go and sob#also: charlotte tarvers mention !!!!#ENJOY!!!!!
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Kloppo falling over his heel again
and the dugout reaction are sooo priceless!!! Everyone is sooo extra
Adrian was ecstatic while the doctor hoping hard that Jurgen won't pulled his hamstring again
you tell the ref Jurgen!!!
also this duo
this guy is so me fr
#THE CHAOSS#I LOVE IT#i don't know how to organize this gifs because it's overload chaotic energy 😭#liverpool fc#lfc#jurgen klopp#dugout cam when?#adrian san miguel del castillo#jonathan power#pep lijnders#john achterberg
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I don't think I even know of any of your OC's, which means I have a lot to hear I suppose! 🖊
Sorry it took so long to get around to this :/
I'm gonna talk a little bit about one of my (currently unused) dnd character Finn. He was made for a game that never happened but I'll probably be able to use him at some point (I hope)
Finn was always fascinated by magic as soon as he learned to read he got a spell book and began to teach himself. It soon became clear he had a natural talent. He became an apprentice under a wizard in his town at seventeen. Finn couldn’t help feeling his mentor (Elias) had a secret. He soon learned what it was however it was not what he expected.
It was nearing the end of his apprenticeship when Elias showed him the book. The book was ancient, written in Draconic. ‘Inside is a ritual to summon a powerful demon’ Elias told him, ‘This book is one of a kind. A cult that worships the demon wants this book, I’ve managed to hide it here for now but I can’t keep running forever.’ Elias entrusted the book to Finn.
A few days later the cult found him. They broke into Elias’s house, killing him when he would not hand over the book. Finn managed to escape with few injuries. He did end up with a scar across his throat that he hides with bandages. He fled town with only the clothes on his back a few gold pieces and the book.
He grew to hate cults and hate demons. Because of them Elias was dead. He travles a lot staying at inns and camping. He has trouble trusting people as they might be members of the cult. He tried to destroy the book of course but fire wouldn’t burn it and water wouldn’t damage it. He keeps the book in his bag never taking it out hoping he’ll find some way to eventually destroy it.
I love talking about my characters so let me know if you want know more. Once again sorry I took so long :/
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Women were associated with nature, a factor that initially deified them, and then served as the basis for their condemnation.
Jeanne Achterberg, “Woman as Healer”
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Angeline A. van Achterberg
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Listened to Lost Story: Animal today (Brigadier Winifred Bambera, my beloved), the second story with Raine Creevy, and am still entirely unsure how I feel about her. The whole, idk, poshness of her (in spite of her parentage) and genuine horror that Ace hadn't attended any higher learning institutes raises my hackles, but she is also so excited about future technology of a 2001 cellphone. And I remember 2001 cellphones, there's nothing to be excited over.
#random#audios#i did genuinely love hearing ace and bambera have a sort of friendship going on though.#also i expected something to come of achterberg's uselessness but nah?? he's just somehow got up to his rank by being useless but not#malicious. like i thought surely??? he's working for the other side??? nope
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Purified Fragments XVIII - Brilliant Sampler - 2024
Read our Review for Purified Fragments XVII on WaterDomeMusic
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Artist: Jono Stephenson, Wouter Achterberg, FJ9Country of Origin: USA, NetherlandsTitle: Purified Fragments Format: 6-Track EP, Stream, DownloadGenre: Deep House, Melodic House, Progressive HouseLabel: Purified RecordsRelease Date: Jan. 26 – 20246 Tracks • 29m 30s
At qobuz available in Hi-res24 Bits / 44.1 kHz – Stereo
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#2024#FJ9#Jono Stephenson#Melodic House#Progressive House#Purified Fragments#Purified Records#Wouter Achterberg#XVIII
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AUDITIES: Stichting MAE brengt Engelstalige “Dogfight” naar Amsterdam
Op 10 en 11 februari 2024 zal in ‘t Zonnehuis (Amsterdam) de musical “Dogfight” te zien zijn. Producent Stichting MAE werkt hiervoor samen met regisseur Ruud van Overdijk (Chess, Jesus Christ Superstar, Rent) en muzikaal leider Daan Achterberg (13 De Musical, DOX Utrecht). De musical zal in het Engels opgevoerd worden. In augustus vinden audities plaats voor deze productie.
“Dogfight” is een…
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Old Sims Dump 13
For the past few months now, I’ve been giving makeovers to my old sims that I have saved in my library and I want to share them with you! Many more will follow. Theoretically. If I find the strength. Seriously, it’s over a hundred sims that I could share.
TOU: Feel free to play with them as they are, give them a makeover or even use them as base sims as long as you mention me ♥ And please please please, tag me, I would love to see what you do!
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Giselle Naaji | sfs
Leon Agani | sfs
Verity Underwood | sfs
Ginger Haggard | sfs
Alyssa Achterberg | sfs
Dario Falco | sfs
Vojta Stárek | sfs
Isa Samuel | sfs
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Goedemorgen beste mensen op deze koude morgen, het duurde even, maar ik kan u vertellen dat de samenvatting tussen VVA Achterberg 1 - SKV Wageningen 1 gereed is. Voor de link zie https://youtu.be/vQ--NFiWJHA Het was een aantrekkelijke wedstrijd, veel kansen aan beide zijdes. De beste kansen waren echter voor VVA. En VVA heeft ook terecht gewonnen. Al moet ik wel zeggen dat SKV niet opgaf en het tot het einde bleef proberen. Wat ook een doelpunt opleverde. Ik heb ook nog een extra toetje aan het eind in de film verwerkt. Ik krijg er zelf kippenvel van, dus ik denk dat jullie het ook wel leuk gaan vinden. Veel kijkplezier gewenst! Goede zondag verder! Groet Jaap. #voetbal #soccer #football #samenvatting #vvaskv #vvaachterberg #achterberg #skvwageningen #wageningen #Youtube #youtubejaapvoetbal www.jaapvoetbal.nl http://youtube.com/YoutubeJaapvoetbal (bij Meent de sportp. - VVA '71) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClLfshrKttH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
#voetbal#soccer#football#samenvatting#vvaskv#vvaachterberg#achterberg#skvwageningen#wageningen#youtube#youtubejaapvoetbal
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Nathaniel Achterberg, one of the two main characters from Raining Embers.
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31. pinky swear from the touch prompt list please!! really i’d love this prompt for all three pairings but maybe carrie and dougie?
- @parajumpboots 💜💜
HI PERI!!!!! ( @parajumpboots ) 🥹 thank you so so much for stopping by and dropping this wonderful little prompt in - it was so fun to fill and write, especially for carrie and dougie!! they’re so fun to write and play around with in context! :) thank you again and please enjoy! <3
you pinky promise?
(a/n): this can be seen a bit as a part 2 to THIS piece i wrote a little while back, but they don’t have to be read together at all, so! please enjoy carrie and dougie and their antics hehe :)
Day was fading to night and she was still feeling like she'd been run over by a truck.
Everything ached, her head was woozy, her throat dry and scratchy, her nose running like it was something fierce, and everything just seemed so loud and in her face. It had been only a matter of time before she would get sick with something like this - even as a kid in school, she'd catch anything that ran through that building, whether from other kids or the seasonal changes of the weather.
And now, she was here, trapped in a cot in the Med-Bay, listening to distant screams from people in Triage or others in the sickness wing launching up lunch. Curled on her side, she stared lazily up towards the window where the sunset was starting to dance across the sky, a beautiful array of colors flickering across, mixed with clouds and nightfall, the blue and purple hues dotting with stars.
At least the sky was having a grand old time.
"How ya feeling, Bergie?" Carrie stiffened for a moment and then shifted, glancing up and over her shoulder to see Dougie. Dougie. Surprise-surprise.
"Okay." she answered, before turning back and resting her swimming head against the pillow and staring up at the sky again, "Queasy." She heard Dougie let a puff of air leave his lips in a response for laughter before a chair screeched against the floor and was pulled up at her side. Slowly, she looked towards him, sat in the chair, lighting up a cigarette and letting the smoke blow upwards.
"You serious?" she murmured.
"Ah, c'mon, just for a sec." he said, talking around the cigarette on his lip, as she rolled her eyes and adjusted onto her back, looking towards him.
"Just a sec, huh?" she said, "I bet even if I could pay you the largest sum of money in the world, that thing wouldn't leave your lips."
"Since when did you become so concerned with me and this cigarette?"
"Because I feel sick enough as it is, Dougie, and you're lighting it up in front of me." she said with a deadpan stare and he raised his hands in defense and then popped it off his lip and stubbed it out.
"Better?"
"You're a real sweetheart, ya know that?" Carrie murmured and he made a face, which she mocked back, "So. What's up?"
"Figured you wanted to hear about Lieutenant Bradshaw nearly throwing me overboard." Dougie offered rather expressively as his eyes grew wide and he held out his hands, "I promise, if you want to have a laugh, I am more than willing to offer it."
"At your own humiliating expense?"
"Precisely." Carrie laughed and then sighed, before smiling slightly.
"Well, go on, then," she urged him on, bringing the blanket up over her form a bit more, "you've got me invested now. There's no backing out."
"I can never back out of these sorts of things, can I?"
"Dougie. Story. Now." Dougie smirked and then leaned forward against his knees, before chuckling.
"Well, first-off, she called me Bergie I don't know how many fucking times-"
"That's because, uh, hello genius, I'm usually the bombardier here, alright-"
"Anyway," Dougie said, sending her a look, which made her smile slightly, "after calling me Bergie, I started making jokes back, ya know, try to give the feel that you probably give Lieutenant Bradshaw, when she basically has to hand the fort over."
"So you're saying I'm funny." Carrie said, with a soft smirk his way, "Thank you for that." Dougie looked to her and for a moment, they just watched each other, before they both broke out into laughter.
"That's a bit of a stretch, Bergie-"
"No, it ain't, you said it with a straight face!" Dougie looked to her and raised a brow and she raised her own back.
"Fine, yes, I realize that you usually try to get people laughing and I figured Lieutenant Bradshaw would appreciate it, so…." Dougie shrugged, "whatever makes you sleep at night."
"Asshole." Carrie murmured, before grinning, "So, what she'd say?" Dougie leaned back in his chair and then smiled wide.
"Well, we landed, right?" he said, "Bes is well, to be the nicest I can be, looking at me like I just bet on a losing horse, and then Lieutenant Bradshaw comes down from the cockpit and chews me out. Pretty sure Bes and Francis got front row seats to my funeral on that one." Carrie let out a bark of laughter and cough rather wetly, which wasn't the most pleasant sounding, but Dougie seemed to hardly care less, as he shook his head with a chuckle.
"God, she went 'Why do I have you doing Bergie impressions in my ear, Douglass! We're here to drop bombs, not put on a show for rich-fucks!'" Dougie said with a laugh and Carrie let out a string of laughter, her head falling back, just as the sight she got in her head,
"It was bad, I gotta admit."
"You really outdid yourself there." Carrie said with a snort, "C'mon, show me it." Dougie looked at her and raised a brow, and with what strength she had, she reached forward and punched his shoulder.
"Your impression of me, asshole," she said, "c'mon, I know it oughta be good enough for 25,000 feet in the air, huh?" Dougie looked to her and his face softened for a brief moment, before he gathered his bearings.
"'This shit tastes like it was cooked on the goddamn barnburner you call an engine!'" Dougie said, in a ridiculously accurate, rather high-pitched voice that made Carrie wheeze to the point all she could was cough wetly, and had to recover.
"I do not sound like that." she managed out, wetly coughing again and pointing a finger at home, "But that is absolutely something I'd say."
"See?" Dougie said leaning forward, grabbing the cup of water at the side of her cot and handing it to her, "No wonder I pissed off Lieutenant Bradshaw so much, she probably thought I was trying to make her lose her mind." She took the cup and drank some water down slowly, and then smiled.
"Got that right," Carrie said with a laugh, before catching his gaze, and placing down the water, "that or you hang around me far too often." Dougie smirked, watching her for a moment as it grew quiet between them. But then he shrugged and she looked away and he scratched his neck.
"Listen, I don't want to bother you much more, you're not feeling great so…." Dougie made to stand, but Carrie looked up at him, before reaching out and grabbing at his arm.
"It's okay," she said, her grip loosening on the sleeve of his A-2, as she realized how suddenly desperate she looked for him to stay (she didn't want to come across like that good Lord), "I'm not exactly tired yet, so….don't feel you have to go." Dougie looked down at her and then smiled softly, before she let go and he settled himself down into the chair again.
"Well, you better heal on up quicker then if I decide to hang around a little while longer, got that? I think Bes was gonna sucker-punch me in the nose of Silver Bullets," Dougie said, "she missed you." Carrie smiled warmly at the thought of Bessie and pulled the blanket tighter around her form and nodded.
"I can promise you, right now, not focusing on the fact I feel like shit is probably the best thing for me," she said, in a slightly joking tone, but genuinely honest one as well, "but I promise, alright?" Dougie watched her and then sent her a look.
"You pinky promise?" he asked her, holding out a pinky towards her. She stared between his pinky finger and his face and felt her shoulders loosen.
"Fine, yes," she said, looping her finger through his and smirking, "you just miss me out there in the chow line messing with your coffee that bad, huh?" Dougie looked at her, pulling a face in her direction.
"Where the hell would you even get that idea?" Dougie said, "And plus, when you do mess with my coffee, and let's just say it isn't entirely detrimental, adding more cream or sugar isn't exactly a negative in my sense."
"It's going to clog up your organs with shit." Carrie said and Dougie raised a brow.
"And here we are. Back again to Bergie Achterberg being so wonderfully concerned with my health," Dougie said, "you wanna write to my Ma? Ask for my birth forms too now, huh? That or you really are trying to get your karma out on me? Clogging up my organs with shit, huh?" Carrie watched him and then unlooped her pinky and sat back against the bed.
"Clogging up your organs with sugar and unhealthy stuff, Dougie," she said, before pulling the blanket up more, "must I repeat it?"
"Please do." Carrie cracked an eye open and watched as Dougie started chuckling and she did her best to hide her smirk.
"You absolute asshole."
"Oh c'mon, you love it."
Both her eyes opened and she looked over at him for a moment. They lingered in silence for a moment - somehow it always seemed to happen. One of them saying something that sent them both, separately reeling in a sense neither could quite compound in their minds. Especially when it was supposed to be something casual, something that rolled off the tongue and was in fact normal to say to friends.
But whatever was going on in this war and between them, it wasn't normal.
And something like that made them go silent.
Carrie watched him for a moment, as he seemed to smile, more to himself than her, and then looked at her.
"Get some rest, Bergie." he said softly, before leaning forward and patting the edge of the blanket where her you could see her legs outlined by the fabric, and then stood, "Need anything?"
Carrie looked at him rather quietly, suddenly feeling like a child again, watching him stand and ready to leave, except in a much more pleasant manner than anyone at home had ever been like. Because at home, it had been people leaving without explanation or well-wishes.
"Just some crackers maybe? Please?" she asked him quietly, her voice sounding more youthful than anything else in the past few days. Dougie smiled at her, that gentle grin rising on his face and he nodded.
"I'll be back, alright?" And she watched him give her a smile, before wandering away, finding a nurse and engaging in conversation.
And after that. He came back. With crackers.
#masters of the air#mota#mota writings#silver bullets#carrie achterberg#james douglass#carrie x dougie#THESE TWO!!!!#he got her WATER without saying ANYTHING#just on instinct#and he STAYED#and got her CRACKERS#(because her home life was never like that)#sobbing over them continually#fangirling like these arent people that live in my head lmfao#BYEEE#please enjoy!! :D
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I miss the boys.. I really do 😭
Robbo reflex grabs kweev thigh tho 💀
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