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A/N no one asked but the lovely @bandofbrosimagine inspirered me
Prologue
The Gallery was crowded and the yellowish color on the wall reflected the lights hanging from the barred beams. The low hum of voices filled the room and the heat was all most unbearable.
I stood by the stairs leading up to the first floor, where the Gallery owners aparment was located, a glas of sparkling water in my hand and a fake smile plastered on my face. All these people came here to look at and get shocked by the pictures I took during the war. Pictures the reflected both the comraderie of war and the devstation, The picture of Perconte brusning his teeth in a fox hole in Holland, the picture of the boys smilling and laughing on the back of a truck, but also the one of a wounded Alley in a barn in Holland.
After returning from the war I had spend 2 years tracking down the men to get their permission to exhibit the photographs, that was the Easy part, the tough part where getting the permission from the army, but it all came together in the end.
The only man who never answered my letter was him and in the end I decided to make him the center of my exhibit, because he had been my center and anker during the war, as I had been his. Sometimes late at night when I couldnt sleep, when the memories of men screamingen for their mothers haunted me, I would think of him and wonder where he was and why he had choosen not to answer my letters, the letters in which I wrote how much I missed and and how much I loved him.
A man in a designer suit walked up to me, he smiled and I could feel my whole face light up and as his Big strong arms surroundedme and I closed my eyes and it felt like I just came home, he kissed my checks and I opened my eyes to see my brothers in arms stand behind me. Nixon, Dick, Harry, Perco, Guarnere, Babe and Malarkey were all there. One by one I hugged them and I could feel myself relax and smile, these men, my brothers set me at ease and I could finally enjoy my self.
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Jason: There is no living or dead.
Jason: Only those who will and those who won't be bothering Jason again.
Source: Game Grumps
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Brass: I want you to kill this person but make it seem like an accident
Clay: say no more
[later]
Someone: looks like the killer beat him to death with a crowbar and then placed a banana peel by his feet
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Ray: what did you do today
Jason: prevent a murder
Ray: oh how
Jason: extreme self control
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“Marry me instead” (Lewis Nixon x Reader)
Ask: “Leave him and marry me” with Nix please! Like something super fluffy
a/n: I don’t know if you know this but I love Nix with my whole ass fucking heart. I hope you enjoy love!
+ My guy I forgot to title this the first time I posted it, Christ I really do suck at titles.
Tag List: @gottapenny @bandofmarvels @wexhappyxfew @medievalfangirl @starryrevelations
Y/n felt a nudge on her side, a low groan leaving her mouth as her face pressed onto Lewis’ chest. She suddenly felt a rush of cold air the second the sheets came off her body. The trail of goosebumps on her legs made her shiver, immediately curled her self into a ball. Looking for Lew to provide that warmth she missed. Instead she felt the sudden emptiness of the warm body next to her, her eyes shooting wide open the second she realized that he wasn’t there next to her.
Lewis chuckled at the reaction as he put his undershirt on, y/n sitting up to see his dark hair disappear under the fabric.. “So that was rude,’’ she spoke, her voice groggy making Lew shake his head and reach for his jacket. “Come back to bed” she protested, hugging the pillow to her chest as she watched Lew comb his the dark hair over with his fingers
“Duty calls, well, Dick calls’’ he sighed, y/n rolled her eyes and groaned in protest as she propped her head on the pillow. Her eyes following his every movement. “DIck wants me back at CP, we gotta talk about this next plan of attack’’ he reached down to get his boots, y/n closed her eyes and sighed. “He also wants to catch up over a nice cup of coffee” Lewis bragged making y/n annoyed, she loved Richard Winters— Of course she did. However, there were specific times in which she hated him for taking her Lew.
She bit her bottom lip as she spaced out, thinking about all the times a certain redhead yanked Lewis Nixon from her grasp. There were too many to count, if she was honest. However, Y/n herself could never stay mad at Dick Winters (no one could ever stay mad at the gentle giant)
“Leave him and marry me instead’’ she whispered a little too loud, Lew raised his head from the task at hand and furrowed his eyebrows. His eyes followed the smirk that tugged at her lips, a chuckle leaving his own before shaking his head. Y/n giggled at her own comment, she knew that their friendship was like a marriage. The pair were attached at the hip and she couldn’t go on five minutes without Lew gushing over Dick and how he handled different situations. It was almost as if y/n was the other woman Lew was cheating on Dick with.
“Oh darling,’’ Lewis laughed before walking towards her, y/n raised her head just enough as he leaned down to press a kiss on her forehead. “One cannot just leave Dick Winters” he teased as he further leaned down, just enough to capture her lips on hers. Y/n smiled into the kiss and slowly pulled away.
“Come back to me, Captain Nixon’’ she whispered before leaning in again to peck his lips one more time. Lewis hummed and pulled away. Y/n tilting her head as he grabbed his jacket and headed towards the door of the room.
“Don’t miss me too much Lieutenant Y/l/n” he called out, y/n shaking her head with a wide smile on her face. She knew deep down that Lewis Nixon was hers and only hers, and at the end of the day, he would always come back to her, even if it was for just one night.
*
“You know, Y/n was right” Lew scoffed as he looked over the stack of papers Dick had given him moments before. The redhead slightly tilted his head and raised his eyebrow in question as Lewis smiled to himself.
“About?’’
“The woman told me to leave you and marry her instead,” Lewis tried his best to hold back a wider smile, the thought of the woman he loved so much earlier that morning made his heart skip a beat. Dick only shook his head and chuckled, he knew very well that he was a constant nuisance in their relationship. “Dick, I’m leaving you, I’m sorry” Lewis tried his best to say it in the most serious voice he could without laughing.
Dick laughed and looked through the stack of papers in front of him and shook his head, “Yeah just do it after we’re done planning this attack, I’ll even help with the wedding decorations” He joked as he walked away leaving Nixon to throw his head back and laugh loudly.
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END OF THE WORLD (Chuck Grant prompt)
Chuck Grant x Female! Reader
MASTERLIST
PART 2
PROMPT REQUEST BY @gottapenny “Please help me”
Tag list: @wexhappyxfew @starryrevelations @liegbott @higgles123 @gottapenny @one-who-hunts-eagles @junojelli @bandofbrothers-hbowar @bandofbrotherscurrahee @medievalfangirl @whatwouldidowithoutgeorgeluz @dustyjjumpwings @warmommy @bandofmarvels @wildwilliamgaurnere @maiden-of-gondor @majwinters @theonetryingtolive @whoabrekker @hbowarfan @those-dusty-jump-wings @hbostolemysoul
A/N: played with another writing style ayayayayay.
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Sharp gasp escaped your lips as your hands flew back you your mouth. The sight before you completely baffling you, shaking you to your core harder than all the horrors of was ever could. The words that were coming out of Talbert’s mouth stopped reaching your ears and all you could see were moving figures without a sound.
Grant has been shot.
Grant has been shot in the head.
Hopes are really low.
Shot in the head.
You plopped down on the nearest chair, your knees wobbling under you and your hands shaking. It couldn’t have been possible. You were almost out! The war was practically over all you had to do was wait to be sent home and that was it. You were almost out…and yet you weren’t.
Taking a deep breath, you tried to push away the feeling of sickness and utter helplessness that started growing in your chest. Your breath shook, chest rattling with this heaviness in them, you still managed to cling onto the tears in your eyes. You had lost so much during the war and somehow you just kept on losing and losing until there was nothing left to lose.
‘’Okay.’’ You swallowed the growing lump in your throat, your trembling fingers managing to roll your sleeves up. ‘’Take me to him.’’
Talbert’s eyes almost widened at the sight of your murderous glare, your fists clenching and whole body just radiating danger. You were ready to kill, without any remorse without any compassion left in your body. When a person was done losing, when they had finally lost it all, they snapped…and you did. Talbert had never seen a person so broken yet so determined to kill, to obliterate a person from the face of earth. You were an angel of Easy Company and Grant always resembled your wings and now your wings were broken. They were broken, tossed aside and left to bleed.
‘’Guys got him, stay here.’’
Guys got him.
Stay here.
Here.
You were ready to snap at him, yell and kick but you knew that yelling and kicking your friend wouldn’t dig a bullet out of Grant’s head. And still the thought of it, the thought of his head bleeding unstoppably hard just made you want to vomit. The thought of him dying had never been something that crossed your mind until this very moment. Every wish that you had made so far, every plan that you had had been shaken, rattled and broken like a caste of glass.
Glass.
Your heart broke like a glass dropped on the floor, every and each piece flying to different sides. The pieces that were too little would get lost between the dirt and the dust and the ones that would end up found would never be put back together. The worst part it wasn’t the breaking that had hurt, it wasn’t losing the part of your sanity that had been pulled to pieces constantly. It was the aftermath. The bitter aftertaste of the hollowness and your happiness leaking out of you was what hurt the most.
‘’Then take me to Chuck.’’ You told yourself that you mustn’t break, that for some reason, you had to stay strong even when that you didn’t feel like could.
Strong.
What a stark contrast that was to what you actually were, to what your fragile glass heart resembled. You weren’t strong, you were used to being broken all over again until there was nothing left to break…and even then you had broken.
‘’Speirs has left to fetch a Kraut surgeon.’’ Talbert answered honestly, his gut wrenching at the sight of your shaking shoulders and emotionless face. You were breaking, he could see it, and as your friend he hated it. He hated that one of his friends was fighting for his life while the other was breaking.
‘’Good, now take me to him.’’ Your voice was stern even when it had shown slight signs of shakiness at the end. ‘’I’m a god damn medic too.’’
‘’Y/N, maybe if you-‘’
‘’Take me to Chuck or I will go bat-shit crazy.’’ With the final glare, you watched Talbert’s shoulders drop and his head shake slightly. He knew you didn’t want or need to see him like that but it was better than having you arrested for murder of the guilty replacement.
He was just in another room, across the hall, Talbert didn’t force you in. But you stood in front of that door, looking at it like you were about to open the gates of hell.
It’s just the door.
Just the door.
He is right behind.
One deep breath in, one extremely breath out and you were in that room, staring at the company surgeon, Roe and laying Grant.
Your heart had jumped in your throat at the horrifying sight of blood pouring out of his head, bleeding endlessly, constantly, staining the white towels under and around his head. You had seen a lot of horror, but this one would haunt you until end of your days.
It felt like an end, every step feeling heavier and heavier until you found yourself by his side. His body laid there very unmoving, nonresponsive to your soft touch on his hand.
It felt like the end of the world.
End of the world.
End.
Who would have known that such short word, three letter word, you hold a heaviness of thousand pounds in it? Who would have known that the kiss you shared just hours before could have been one of the last? Who could have thought that your imagined future would never see the light of day?
Your hand cupped his cheek and no one dared to say a thing about it, knowing that you would have gone on a rampage. So, they let you appreciate how his chest were still moving and how his heart was still faintly breathing. They let you appreciate and soak in hoe pink his cheeks still were and that he in fact was alive because who knew if he was really going to make it.
Still frozen in space, your ears failed to pick up the sound of people entering the room, the clanking of the things and the fact that they were getting him ready for a surgery. The only you thing you did was trying to remind yourself how his arms felt when he would wrap them around you, how soft kiss on your forehead made you feel and how simply wonderful he was.
You almost gasped, your body shaking in your place as you felt a hand squeezing around your own.
‘’Please help me.’’ The words rang out in your head, no one said them. But you heard them, you felt them shaking in you, you felt them going through you and you felt them squeezing your soul out of you.
Please help me.
Help me.
Please.
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Most at christmas time
A/N nnobody asked , but I wrote it anyway, there is a part 2 to this
@gottapenny @bandofbrosimagine
Christmas 1943
"I'll be home for Christmas, you can count on me, please have snow and mistletoe and presents under the tree, Christmas Eve will find me where the love light gleams" I sang while I decorated the mess hall.
It was Christmas time and Easy Company celebrated the holiday with a mixture of emotions. On Dec 13th the company had made its first night jump and they lost Dittrich, due to a parachute failure.
I was so caught up in what I was doing. So I didn't hear the door opening and closing. Suddenly I felt someone grab my leg. I kicked the attacker and I heard someone mumble "son of a bitch",I looked down and saw Grant grabbing his nose.
"Oh god Chuck…oh I am so sorry…let's get some ice for your nose" I opened the door and scooped up some snow. The village looked like an old fashion Christmas card covered in snow. I loved Christmas and I wanted this last Christmas before the big jump to be a memorable one for all the men. I packed the snow in a towel and gave it to Grant who placed it on his swollen nose.
The door opened once again and Doc and Talbert stepped in "What happened here?" Tab asked and sat down next to Grant.
Grant removed the towel from his nose and scrunched it a bit to see if it was broken y/n decided to kick my teeth in"
"Oh" Talbert said and watched as me put up mistletoe over one of the tables.
"Hoping for a surden Lieutenant to stop by?" Grant asked I. Talbert punched Grant on the shoulder and shook his head
"What?" Grant looked at Talbert
Talbert just shook his head. Welsh and I was fighting again and this time it was the lieutenant that had fucked up
Aldbourne November 1943
"Mail call" Private Vest walked thru the officer's mess handing out mail. I walked in behind Vest and slid into a seat next to Welsh.
Welsh was reading a letter from his parents and I picked up a letter from the table and read the front. 10 second later I wish I had just left the letter on the table.
The letter read To Lieutenant Harry F Welsh
Easy company 506th/501st PIR
On the top left corner, it read From Kitty Grogan
Luzerne County, Penn.
I dropped the letter like a hot potato. Harry noticed my shocked expression and grabbed the letter and stuffed it in his shirt pocket.
"Harry…Who is Kitty?" I asked Welsh who was biting his bottom lip. Kitty was his fiancé…ex fiancé, Welsh had meant to break things of with Kitty for months, he just hadn't figured out how he was going to end things with Kitty.
"Y/N …I" Welsh started, but he didn't get to finish what he started. I was out of the mess and I slammed the door after me. I kicked the door outside of the mess and started to sob, how could I be so stupid, I knew I should have kept my heart stuffed away and just wait for her crush on Welsh to fate out. I started to run away from the mess
"Y/N…Come on, please don't make me chase you" Nixon came running up behind me
I stopped and when Nixon wrapped his arms around me, I fell apart, I only loved two men in my entire life, my brother and Welsh, I learned at a young age that love was dangerous.
"Y/N please don't…Harry is absolutely bunkers about you. Kitty is just a bump in the road, he has been meaning to break it off with her for months, he just don't know how to break it off with her, he doesn't want to hurt her, but he doesn't realize that he is hurting you instead" Nixon kissed the top of my head.
"You knew about her and you never told me" I sobbed and started to cry even harder, this just proved that men couldn't be trusted.
I sniffled and let go of Nixon, I turned and walked away from Nixon. I walked past the guard and headed towards the cemetery, all I could think about was that I had been foolish to think, I finally found someone who loved me for me and not for what they wanted me to be, but never again. I opened the gate to cemetery, said a quick prayer and sat down on a bench. I didn't notice the officer who sat down next to her until he let out a small cough.
"Lieutenant Speirs, sir, I didn't realize you were here" I blushed. Speirs was a handsome devil.
"I guess you found out about the fiancé" Speirs looked at me. Christ she was young Speirs thought to himself, but she was tough, brave and more than once she had been on the receiving end of a rant from Sobel, well Sobel was gone now and Meehan had replaced him.
"I did, guess I am a fool," I mumbled
Speirs looked at the innocent young girl in front of him. He wanted to tell her that it would all be ok and that everything would work itself out and that her and Harry would live happily ever after, but he knew different. They were going to war and the only way to get thru the war was to accept you were already dead. However looking into Chris big eyes all he could do was smile.
"No he is the idiot" Speirs held out his hand to me. I took it and they walked back to camp together.
Welsh had been waiting outside my barrack. I stopped a few feet away from him, I didn't know what to say to him.
"Y/N I am sorry, I should have ended things with Kitty. I should have thought about how this would affect you,. I am sorry Y/N, please forgive me" Welsh stepped towards me.
"Goodbye Harry" I said, kissed him on the cheek and stepped into the barrack. When I reached my cot, I pulled my blanket over my head and willed myself to sleep.
Since the day in November, I had avoided Harry
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- Screamers
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Loved (Buck Compton x Reader)
Ask: “ You made me feel loved and wanted and for that, I’ll always love you.” With buck pleaseee
a/n: once again I suck at titles, anyway thank you for your request I hope you enjoy!
Tag list: @gottapenny @bandofmarvels @wexhappyxfew @medievalfangirl @starryrevelations
If there was anything that y/n missed more than anything, it was Buck’s arms wrapped around her. After Bastogne happened, not only did she lose many of her friends, but she also happened to lose Buck in the process. The remainder of the war was only filled with fear and bloodshed, but it was filled with the sadness that Buck Compton was not there with her. Of course she was happy that he was back in the States, safe and sound, however her heart broke every time she received a letter from him.
However, after VE day had been announced, y/n had gotten her hopes up that maybe she would go home and look for Buck. The thought about wrapping her arms around him again made her heart flutter, it had been months since she had last seen him and kissed him. It only made her wish that the war would come to an end faster. All the boy’s knew that there was something between her and Buck, they always teased them for being so secretive about it. Especially George Luz, he would pop out of nowhere to tease them about hand-holding and making out like a pair of teenagers in the middle of the war.
“What are you doing when you get home y/n?’’ the question asked by none other than Bull who sat across from her on the sunny field, y/n squinted her eyes and picked at the grass under her. She had thought of that question thousands of times, even before she had jumped on D-day. She sighed deeply and felt the eyes of the other boys, Babe, Tab, Lieb, Luz, and Web on her.
“Oh come on, we all know she’s going straight to Buck Compton’’ Luz teased making y/n blush and look down at the grass, a small smile on her face as the rest of the boys continued to tease. Babe patting her shoulder as she sheepily shook her head.
“In an ideal world, yes. But it all depends’’ she shrugged, the boys around her only laughed and continued on with the conversation. Y/n biting her lip as she thought about her homecoming, what she would really do when she got to the states. Hell the first thing she could think of was sleep, and then after that she would go out looking for Lynn herself. The first thing she thought of doing would be to kiss his perfect face and hold him so tight he would never leave her side again. Just thinking about it, a small smile crept onto her face. She couldn’t wait to finally be with him again.
*
Months after VE Day, y/n had gotten used to life without war. Knowing that perhaps she, along with some of the other boys, would be sent off to the pacific and continue made her hopes to see Buck again slowly start to fade. In the time after VE day, she had only received two of them, both short but reassuring. It only made her heart hurt more, the thought about him finding someone back home made her heart ache. But it was all that ran through her mind, the thought that he wouldn’t wait for her.
Early in the morning y/n walked out of the house she had been staying in with a sack of peaches in her arms, she whistled a low tune as she took in the warm sunlight that danced on her skin. A small smile on her face as she closed the door of the small house behind her, her main objective was to get the sack of peaches to Babe. After losing a bet to him, it only seemed fair to repay him with the fruit. Distracted by the birds and the view of the gorgeous lake near the small house she didn’t notice the jeep parked near the small pathway.
Her focus shifting towards the cleaning of someone’s throat, at first noticing the jeep and then seeing an all too familiar face. A small gasp leaving her mouth as she saw the ever so smug Lynn Compton leaning against the vehicle with his arms crossed over his chest. Y/n blinked rapidly as the tears welled in her eyes. She couldn’t believe it, no, it wasn’t real. But the second their eyes met, it seemed as if the world around them slowed. The chirps of the bird up above in the trees had stopped singing, the morning wind coming to a full stop.
“No,” she whispered, more to herself than anything. “This isn’t real.” she shook her head, still not breaking eye contact with him. Buck’s eyebrows rose in question, a small smile on his lips before tugging into a smirk.
“Oh it’s real alright” the second he spoke y/n gasped and dropped the sack of peaches, and without thinking about it twice, she sprinted towards him. Her eyes filled with tears, blurring the image of him smiling widely. His arms wide open for her, and gladly she jumped into them. Wrapping her arms around his neck as she held him close, her tears streaming down her face as she took in everything at that moment. His warmth, his scent, his touch- everything. Closing her eyes she grabbed onto him harder, never wanting the moment to end. “Baby, I missed you too..but I can’t breathe’’ a low chuckle came from him, pulling away from him she looked into the blue eyes she missed so much and shook her head.
“You’re here,’’ she whispered in disbelief as she leaned towards him, stepping on the tips of her toes and pressed a kiss on his lips. He laughed, taken aback by the sudden action but in the end, his hand found her waist and gave into the kiss. y/n closing her eyes tight, embracing every second as if she was going to lose him again. Until the sudden realization hit her while their lips moved together perfectly, her eyes fluttered open as she pulled away. “Wait, you’re here! Lynn, you’re her- why- why are you here?”
Buck laughed and shook his head, y/n furrowing her brows still confused as to why the man she loved so much was there with her at that moment. His laugh came to a stop and instead he reached for her hand, “I’m taking you home with me’’ he shrugged, as her mouth opened to speak again, he instead did so. “Japan surrendered earlier, wars over’’ he finished with a smile making y/n chuckle.
“It’s over?’’ she asked in disbelief, her eyes again filling with tears of happiness. Buck only gave her a firm nod, confirming that in fact the war was over. “I’m going home.” a smile spread onto her lips as she laced her fingers with his. Buck watched her in adoration as she went through a million emotions in front of him. He couldn’t believe that he had gone so long without her, without her by his side. And he couldn’t imagine losing her again, his heart aching just at the thought of it. He watched as she looked around, trying to hold the tears back as she rambled on about her plans. Her plans consisting of sleeping and eating a nice steak from the dinner she loved so much, Buck focusing on how much she loved her.
“-and we’ll get a dog maybe? Do you like dogs?” she looked over at Buck who sighed deeply and shook his head. “We can get a cat if you want, I just-’’
“Marry me,’’ y/n froze at the sudden words that left the mouth of her lover, he took her hand in his again and played with her fingers as he thought of what else to say to the already shocked woman in front of him. “y/n you made me feel loved and wanted, and for that I’ll always love you. We’ve been through hell and back together, and somehow y/n, we find our ways back to each other. I love you more than anything in the world, and I’ve been sure about that since the day I laid eyes on you so please, marry me” Buck swallowed hard, his eyes glassed over never leaving y/n’s as she took her bottom lip in between her teeth.
“Ask me..” she whispered, his eyes darting over her face looking for some kind of emotion.
Buck only scooted forward and got down on one knee. Her hand still in his, never breaking eye contact as he positioned himself. “Will you marry me?’’ y/n swallowed hard and blinked various times to fight back the tears accumulated in her eyes.
She bit her lip, slowly nodding as Buck waited in anticipation, “yes.”
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Confused
So have this Nixon story written, were Nixon hits his girlfriend.
I do not condone violence against women or domestic abuse
I did however grow up with and around alcoholics, so I know this happens.
Since some people took offence to my Welsh stories, since they thought it wasnt right to write Harry without Kitty, I have been hesitant to post
What do you think?
@gottapenny @bandofbrosimagine
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Knowing That You Love Me
Ronald Speirs/Reader
Request by anon: “hi would you be able to write a angsty then cute oneshot with speirs maybe? thanks!!!”
Prompt “You’ve been crying. I can hear it in your voice” requested by anon
A/N: THIS IS SO OVERDUE but here it is. Combined these two requests because they gave off the same kind of vibe I was looking for. Soft and sad Speirs.
Synopsis: When he can’t sleep, all he really needs is your reassurance.
Tags: @gottapenny @dustyjjumpwings @higgles123 @wexhappyxfew @croatianbagudna @medievalfangirl @bandofmarvels @curraheev @junojelli @majwinters @those-dusty-jump-wings
When Ron first fell in love with you, you were sitting at a desk back in Toccoa. Cigarette hanging off your lips and fingers on the keys of the typewriter as he sat on the edge of your bed, listening to you ramble about how tired you were writing report after report after report. He remembers the way your fingertips tapped on the surface of the table, smoke rising to the ceiling, the corners of your lips curling up into the sweetest smile he had ever seen. He swears the moment you looked up and smiled at him, his heart was already yours. He thought you were perfect.
He remembers the first time you kissed him, it was the middle of the mess hall. Early hours, possibly forty-five minutes before everyone else was up and running for some grub, Ron found you in the mess hall getting a cup of water. You had morning breath, not wanting to scare him away but when he got close, you took the chance and it was the first time a boy had ever captured your heart with a flick of the wrist, and of course you were smiling.
Your hand on his jaw and his hands on your hips, he pulled you into a kiss in the middle of the empty mess hall, and it was the only thing you wanted to do forever. He will remember the time you told him you felt safe in his mouth and he will never grow hungry—just distant.
So when you emerge from the dark hallway clad in nothing but some flimsy pajamas, pretending like you didn’t just hear him cry in the middle of the empty living room, Ron can’t think of anything but the moment he knew you were the one.
He’s sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee in the middle of the night, knees brought up to his bare chest, watching as you come around to sit next to him.
“Come back to bed, baby,” you say, snuggling into his armpit. When Ron left your bedside twenty minutes ago, you were left wondering whatever you did that left him so distant from you.
It was the first time in weeks since you coerced Ron into the same bed as you, but he never did find himself sound asleep for reasons unknown. He was different now, hitting a rough patch he never knew how and when to explain, and all you could ever think about was how this was your fault.
“Can’t fall asleep,” he says, and you know he’s lying. You know there’s nothing Ron wants than to fall asleep next to you and wake up with you in his arms first thing in the morning. You know he loves you, and you know there’s nothing hiding him and his half-assed attempt to wipe away his tears and his glassy eyes when you lean against his chest.
You frown. “Tell me—tell me what’s wrong.”
“Nothing’s wrong, hun. Just go back to bed, and I’ll be there in a couple of minutes.”
“No, don’t tell me that—“ You take his face into your hands and he’s surprised, eyebrows raised and breathing steady. “You’ve been crying, I can hear it in your voice. Please don’t shut me out, Ron. Please, tell me, what’s wrong?”
You see tears begin to fall down his cheeks like a waterfall, not wanting to decrease him into a truth he didn’t know how or where to carry. His hair is messy and disheveled, his lips trembling, and his hands shaking as looks at you like a baby. He’s vulnerable, foreign territory for Ronald Speirs to venture into, and he’s found himself lost in shallow waters.
“Do you love me?” he asks, and the fact that he asks you that question makes your heart go haywire—you’re not sure if you’re offended that your own fiancé would ever ask you such a thing or heartbroken.
You furrow your eyebrows and soften the look on your face. “Of course I do. Why do you ask?”
“B-Because—“ he chokes up in the middle of his words, “I know you hear me when I cry. I’m not the same person I was when we first met, you know. I thought I’d be over it by now—the war. I even stayed a few extra months, and I still cry about it. I don’t know if you still want me even if I’m not the same Ron Speirs you fell in love with all those years ago, but I understand if you don’t.”
“Oh, baby—” You reach up and cup his cheek, wiping away the tears with your thumb—you and Ron had always been intimate but holding him while he was so vulnerable and open felt like the first time you ever touched him.
You had never seen Ron so fragile—it just wasn’t in his vocabulary. His soft cries under the dim light of the living room leaves you more heartbroken than ever, finally opening himself up to someone who he was supposed to be a husband to in months time. He’s ashamed of the time it took for him to find the courage and strength to talk to you about it, but he’s even more ashamed of the fact that he’s crying again.
“You’re so good to me,” he sniffles, “and I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve you.”
“Yes, you do, baby. You deserve every part of me. Now, tell me—what’s bothering you?”
Ron hesitates for a moment, his breathing shaky and his mind in a haze he was unfamiliar with, but you reassure him with a squeeze of his hand. “The war.”
“Mhm.”
“I-I always think of it, since I came back, and I cry about it. I don’t know why, but I always cry about it, and I hate it because I-I just feel so weak…”
You cradle his head when he begins to cry more, and you do nothing but soothe him with the sound of your voice, letting him fall silent like a folded sheet of tissue paper. He feels content in your arms, no longer feeling the need to hold back his cries because he’s so grateful that you make him feel complete even when his world is empty.
“Is this why you’ve been so distant with me?”
He pauses. “I’m sorry. Please, let me make it up—“
“No, you’re alright, Ron. You’re okay,” you tell him before he can sit back up and kiss you, instead, you kiss him. “You don’t have to apologize for anything, everything you’re feeling is perfectly normal.”
“I’m just worried I won’t be able to be the perfect husband to you—you’re so good, too good…”
“You’re alright, baby. I love you. I have loved you since Toccoa, and I still love you now, and you better believe it.”
He doesn’t say anything else. He simply lays against you, nose buried in the crook of your neck as he calms down, the clock ticking in the background and you giving him the warmth he longed for. You make him feel so loved that he regrets ever asking the question in the first place, knowing that the moment he fell in love with you was the decision he had ever made in his entire life.
He feels so unworthy of love, unworthy of being a husband, but when he hears you speak the words he never knew he needed, he feels okay in the moment. Ron hates it when he cries, but this time, he’s fine with it. He lets the tears fall and dry on his cheek, never once wiping them away as you hold him on the couch in the middle of the night because he knows that your love for him will never change.
“You’re so good to me,” he says. “You’ve been so understanding, you’ve been so good, and I hate that I’m putting you through something you never should.”
You pull away and plant a kiss on his forehead, his eyes shut closed as the final tear slips past. “We’ll get through this.” You stand up and tug on his hand. “Come on, baby. Let’s go to bed.”
He complies and stands up, kissing your temple and following you back to bed, falling asleep in your arms while knowing that you love him.
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Doc Roe: Alright Speirs, I’ve removed the bullet. And three others, a blowgun dart, two shark’s teeth, a tip of a bayonet, a twisted paperclip, and a meager handful of buckshot. How the hell are you still alive
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Writing Prompt Game
For all my fellow writers out there, I propose a game. I’ve already written three stories this way, and am starting on my fourth.
Rules:
* Shuffle playlist and use the first song to come on (The Scene/Mood)
* Blindly pick a picture of the men (Band of Brothers, but you can use this for any fandom), include whoever is in that picture in the story (The Who)
* Use the first sentence/saying that comes to mind (The Words)
* Include a random object, the first to come to mind (The What)
Now, write a short story (can be any length) that includes all of that
Tag at least three other people and challenge them too! Have fun writing!
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I kinda imagine that he is
When swimming at Night
@bandofbrothersimagine @gottapenny
You and Speirs was talking on the line while in Holland. Speirs had seen the Company of SS assembly near the ferry crossing, he wanted to get a closer look at it. You and he was discussing how to do it with out getting captured or killed
"How are you going to get a patrol a cross the River unnoticed?" You asked him
"We cross at the least noticeable point" Speirs said
You could feel it in your bones that this risk wasn't worth taking and you didn't want your partner getting hurt or what the Germnas would do to himmif he got captured, something just felt of
Speirs took a step closer to you andput his hands on your shoulders. He gave them a squeeze and the pulled you into tight embrace, you put your arms around him and hugge him tight.
Speirs kissed on your head " its going to be fine y/n"
"Ok, but be careful and don't do anything stupid" You said and burried your head in his chest.
The two of you just starred at each other for a moment and Speirs turned and walked away.
You could hear him assemble a patrol and then the Sound of the hulhed patrole dive into the river, you thought he was absolutely mad, but knew there was no changing his mind.
You were waiting anxiously for the patrol to return, sitting with Toye in his foxhole on edge on paging the small space, you could feel Toye getting pissed at you but right now you didn't give shit
"Will you sit still, some of us wants to get some sleep" Toye said and turned his back to You
"Joe, come on don't be…." Before You could finish your sentence, Gun shots were heard and You jumped out of the foxhole and ran towards Dog Company's line. You heard some shouting for a medic and panicked, you saw the patrol wading to shore and a body being carried. You skidded to a hold. And your heart almost stopped when you saw Speirs on the ground, he had been shot in the butt, while trying to cross back from the German side.
"What the hell happened?" You asked the dripping wet soldiers gathered around their CO
"Sorry Lieutenant, the krauts saw us and started to fire, the lieutenant got shot in the behind" The private said
You sat down next to Speirs, the medic was busy trying bandaging him up, "Guess this is what happens, when you put your butt on the line" You said to him
Speirs was on a happy morphine high "Hey, just the Lieutenant I wanted to see, I love you, you know that right, you are so pretty, I want to take you home with me" Speirs said in a happy voice very unlike him
You tried not to laugh, oh yeah he was high as a kite "Sure you do, let's get you out of here" You said
You turned to the medic and asked "How much morphine did give him"
The medic tried to hide a smile "Enough it seems, this wound will get him a ticket to England, Captain so say goodbye to him" The medic said
You leaned over Speirs and looked him in the eyes "Goodbye Sparky, be nice to the nurses"
"Always, take care princess and stay away from Luz" Speirs said
Speirs got picked up by a jeep andyou a was starring after the jeep.
You walked back to the foxhole you had jumped out of earlier; Toye opened his eyes and looked at you "What was that all about?"
"Speirs got shot in the butt" You said
Ron got of Easy this time, but what about the next or the time after that, when would fate captured him and seperate you for good
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Dear friends of Tumblr,
Today at my school we had an assembly about internet predators and when I had said that most of my true friends are over the internet and they gave me a lecture about how “I don’t know who I’m talking to” blah blah. So please, if you aren’t a predator in any way, please reblog so i can prove a point.
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