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Because the Night

The atmosphere in the pub was already in full swing by the time Major Bucky Egan led his group to the table Tommy saved for them.

“Jesus, it’s like those paratroopers never seen a woman before.” Curt wiped his uniform jacket, “They took one look at [y/n] and it was like Niagra Falls.”

Taking the seat Bucky held out for her, [y/n] thanked him as she sat.

“I think Ol’ Faithful Geyser at Yosemite might be a better choice Curt.” Buck replied taking a seat across from Bucky.

“Yeah, yeah whatever cowboy.” Looking at the expectant faces of Bucky and Buck, Curt sighed “Yes, Bucky I wouldn’t mind getting the drinks. Why thank you Buck, I am the kindest man in this bar.”

Ignoring Curt and Buck, Bucky leaned in closer to [y/n] watching the paratrooper across the bar tense. “So, who is he?”

Major Bucky Egan was not shocked that men looked at [y/n]. She was not only one of the few women around, but she was as pretty as a picture. And she knew it, hell it was on the reasons Bucky liked her. Her beauty caught his eye but her self assured nature drew him in. So while he didn’t love the looks men gave her in general, the look of recognition and remorse in this paratrooper in particular sent air raid sirens through his mind.

Twisting her earring with a sigh, [y/n] met Bucky’s inquisitive gaze. “My ex.”

Raising his eyebrows as if to ask for confirmation of what he just heard, [y/n] nodded to the brunette. From across the table Major Buck Clevens sat up straight as he watched the growing opposing demeanor of the pair. One that spoke of apathy while the other spoke of interest in the topic.

“Who we fightin’?” Dropping the drinks on the table, Curt rejoined the trio, “Bucky’s got that rabble rouser look on his face.”

“The ginger at 12 o’clock doing a shitty job at secretly surveying [y/n].” Buck drawled watching Bucky attempt to catch the ginger’s eye. Major Gale Clevens knew John Egan well enough to know when he was looking for a fight. Gale had seen John protective over his friends and his men, so he could only imagine what he would be like over his unofficial girl.

“No shit? Want me to fuck him up for you?” Turning around in his seat, Curt assessed the paratrooper and his friends. “There’s only four of them, we can easily take ‘em.”

[y/n] leaned back in her chair contemplating the situation she found herself in. Before she had walked into the bar, her biggest concern was how she was going to keep Bucky from serenading her tonight. But walking in and seeing her ex’s face and John’s reaction threw that concern right out of the window.

“While that is sweet of you Curt, no. It’s been two years, I’m long over him and if anyone should be scared, it should be him. I’m not the one who cheated.” Since their breakup, she hadn't put much thought into her ex or dating. And it certainly wasn’t because she was still in love with him. Rather the war broke out and she joined the WAC leaving her with little time or interest to date. Or that had been the case until Major John Egan swaggered his way onto Thorpe Abbotts base.

“That fucker… makes me wanna punch him more now.”

“If it makes you feel better Curt, I broke his nose when I found him cheating.”

“Atta girl.” Buck chuckled while sipping his ginger beer. He expected nothing less from the spitfire who stole his best friend’s heart.

“Didn’t you say you were getting harassing letters from an ex?” The arm that had been carelessly thrown over the back of her chair suddenly wrapped around [y/n]’s shoulder pulling closer to John.

“I was exaggerating, John. It was just a letter!” Placing her hand over his, [y/n] squeezed his hand in a silent plea. “Please don’t do anything stupid...” Looking for Buck for support, [y/n] was however, met with the profile of the blonde major.

Bucky chuckled as he watched [y/n]’s attempt to deter him. While he and Gale Clevens may have been opposites, Buck was a true friend. And true friends let other friends knock out the guy bothering his girl. “Won’t be considered anything stupid if it comes to you, sweetheart.”

Between the protective glint in his eyes and baritone voice, [y/n]’s heart began hammering in her chest. Grounding herself in the contrast of his rough hands against her softer ones, she was reminded of who Major John Egan was. “Look if he comes this way then you can be my knight in shining armor but right now can we just go back to flirting and listening to Curt rewrite a story about how amazing his flying is?”

Curt put hands up in defense. “Hey, I am amazing at flying and I don’t rewrite stories, I just…embellish them.”

Hooking an arm around Curt’s neck, Buck tapped a fist against Curt’s chest. “Oh embellish, what a big word for you Curt.”

Deciding that it had been far too long since he had her attention all to himself, John Egan tucked an escaped curl behind her ear before leaning in to whisper. “…So you are flirting with me, Lieutenant? Keep that up and someone might think you like me.”

The warmth of his body and the smell of his aftershave left her all but lightheaded. They had unofficially officially been an item since his second day at the base. When she decided to share her umbrella and laughter with the handsome hapless Major who lost the battle and a shoe to the English mud.

“Oh the horror Bucky…”

“Oh, calling me Bucky, you must really want me to do this for you.” Caressing her the inside of her wrist, John considered if tonight would be the night he could kiss her like he always wanted to. As a promise for it their last first kiss because the night belongs to lovers like them.

“I’ll call you whatever you want as long as you don’t start a bar brawl.” [y/n] supplied in response watching the smile light up across his face, knowing she had opened a can of worms. But she couldn’t say she regretted it; Bucky Egan was the sun and she basked under his warmth.

“Oh, with a request like that how can I say no?… for now.” Sharing in her laughter, John placed a lingering kiss on her cheek.

Sipping his whiskey, John turned back to the group and sought counsel on his new dilemma. “What do you think boys, handsome, the way to go? No, maybe I should go with pretty boy? No, too soft. Mhmm, how about my darling future husband? Now that has a nice ring to it!”

A/N: I apparently have a thing for hand holding... I appreciate any and all feedback!

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It's Better This Way | Part Two

It's Better This Way Masterlist

Carwood Lipton x Enlisted!Female Reader

They say time heals all wounds, but your love for Carwood Lipton simply lies dormant until fate brings you together again under very different circumstances.

Warnings: MAJOR Canon Divergence, Angst, Pining For A Married Man, Alcohol Consumption, Language, Discussion of Divorce, Inevitable Historical and Military Inaccuracies, Mature/Explicit Themes [fingering, hand job, unprotected vaginal sex, pull out method] - 18+ ONLY.

Author's Note: Self-indulgent canon divergence with little explanation ahead, read at your own risk. This applies not only to the existence of female paratroopers but Carwood Lipton's personal life. This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the HBO series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.

Word Count: 5242

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‘Go home to your wife, sir, it’s better this way.’ Your harsh words echoed through your mind as you blindly navigated your way through the dark streets of Buchloe, unshed tears obscuring your vision.

Thankfully, you knew the way back to your platoon’s billet, managing to make it inside and hand off tomorrow’s orders to Sergeant Martin before retreating to the room you shared with another female paratrooper, Norma, and having a good cry on her shoulder. She easily believed it was related to what the Battalion had witnessed that day and you submitted yourself to her mothering, too emotionally spent to protest as she found you some tea and tucked you into bed.

That day marked the last time Lipton tried to break through your defences, giving you a wide berth for the rest of the war. That is not to say you did not catch his gaze from time to time nor feel his eyes lingering on you when he thought you unaware. For your part, you put in a more concerted effort to behave as people expected, hoping to quash any concerns about your wellbeing. To keep the attention of the likes of Winters and Speirs on more important things like the occupation, the Japanese surrender, everyone’s return to the States.

The gaping wound in your chest faded to a dull ache, your friendship with Norma blossomed, and the pair of you ultimately decided to make a go of it in New York City after the war. The likelihood of two ex-service women, one with a facial scar, getting jobs in your respective hometowns was slim to none, and so you had found an affordable apartment to share in the big city before going on the hunt for work. Norma had found employment immediately at a department store while it had taken you quite some time to secure a position at a bank across from the docks, run by a man who seemed unfazed by both your gender and the mark on your face.

It was not long before Norma had found herself a beau, who quickly became her fiancé, and then her husband. Every man that you met had the misfortune of being compared to the spectre of Carwood Lipton and never had a chance of fully measuring up. You chose instead to focus your efforts on your career, securing several promotions and a nicer apartment of your own, leaving Norma and her husband to their newly wedded bliss. You stayed in touch with a lot of the guys from Easy, of course, exchanging letters with Luz and Randleman frequently. By the time 1947 rolled around, the location of the second reunion of the 101st Airborne was chosen as the very city in which you lived and so began Luz’s campaign to convince you to attend.

You finally relented in June, if only to stop the overwhelming volume of postcards he was sending your way, but as you stood outside the New Yorker Hotel that Friday in August, you still found yourself utterly unsure. Though you’d been back in the country for less than two years, Europe felt like another lifetime. You’d forced yourself to move on, to become another person, if only for the sake of surviving the rest of your days without Lipton. Shaking your head with a sigh, you turned to go, running smack into the chest of some innocent bystander on the sidewalk.

“I’m so sorry!” You gasped out at the same time as his hands gripped your elbows to steady you.

“Excuse me, ma’am.” Lipton apologized and your eyes shot to his face to see him swallow in surprise.

In his defence he’d probably never once seen you wearing a dress as you were now, your hair styled, a touch of makeup on. An entirely different person to the one he would have recognized from the Airborne, while he stood there in his civilian suit looking every bit as handsome as he had in his Class A uniform.

“Liu–Lipton.” You corrected yourself quickly, watching a small smile pull at his mouth as he politely released your arms.

“It’s good to see you.” He glanced between you and the hotel before inclining his head curiously. “Not going in?”

“I, uh,” You looked over your shoulder before shaking your head as you turned back to him. “I don’t think so, no.”

His mouth pulled into a straight line, signalling his disappointment, but he made no verbal comment on it. “Need a cab?” He moved toward the curb, and you stepped forward quickly to stop him, shaking your head again.

“I live just a few blocks from here, I could use the walk. Thank you though.” You pressed your lips together as your fondness for him swelled to life beneath your sternum, reawakened by his presence.

“I’ll escort you then.” He insisted stubbornly and stood expectantly, waiting for your direction.

“You don’t have to, I’m sure you want to get inside…” You protested meekly, utterly out of character.

He raised an eyebrow. “I insist. Are we going left, or right?”

You pointed to your left and he nodded, turning to walk that way with you. You made your way together in silence for nearly a block, neither of your seeming to have any idea what to say after all this time. After the last time you had truly spoken to one another in Buchloe. Unable to stand the oppressive weight of the awkward silence between you a moment longer, you took a breath and turned to him as you waited for the walk light at the next corner.

“What’ve you been up to since you got back?”

“I’m working on that degree I put on hold.” He answered easily, arm hovering above your back protectively as a man darted behind you before dashing out across traffic, clearly in a hurry somewhere. “You?” He asked once you started walking again.

“Got a job, an apartment. The whole civilian life business.” You shrugged.

“All in New York City, very impressive.” He smiled softly and you looked to your feet quickly lest your eyes betray the way that melted your heart.

“Norma’s here too, working at Macy’s, got herself a husband.” You came to a stop after several blocks, standing in front of your building. “This is me.”

He looked up, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “You weren’t kidding when you said you live close by.”

“Yeah. Thanks again for walking me over, you ok to find your way back?”

The sound of a rowdy group of men spilling out from the bar across the street pulled his attention before looked back to you. “Could you bear to have one drink with me?”

“Bear it…” You repeated in disbelief, the gaping hole he’d left in your chest raw and aching once more. “Of course I can.” You swallowed roughly, willfully ignoring that pain beneath your ribs.

His smile grew a fraction, and he offered his arm, watching you carefully slide your forearm into the crook of his elbow before he led you across the street and into the busy establishment. The only open seats were at the very edge of the u-shaped counter, crammed into a corner, and he confidently weaved his way through the other patrons to help you onto one open stool before taking the other. You tucked your handbag against the wall with a huff of annoyance and he cocked his head.

“There are not many things I miss about being a paratrooper, but having a pocket for everything is certainly one of them.” You smirked a little as he laughed warmly, gesturing the bartender over.

“What would you like?” He turned to you to order first and then ordered a beer for himself. “So where do you work?” He leaned in to be sure you could hear him over the din of conversation.

“At a bank down by the docks, customers don’t seem to be put off by me, my boss is a stand-up guy.” You replied, nodding your thanks as your beverages arrived.

He nodded warmly, lifting his glass to take a sip. The movement caught your eye as you enjoyed the first taste of your own drink, gaze falling onto the bare ring finger on his left hand. Inhaling sharply, the burn of alcohol in your trachea set you coughing, and you quickly put down your glass lest you spill it all over yourself. Lipton looked to you quickly in concern before following your eyeline, holding up his left hand thoughtfully.

“Paperwork was finalized a few months ago.” He muttered once you calmed your spasming throat.

Guilt flooded you even though there had been no real transgression on your part aside from one half-accidental kiss in Germany. You looked at him with unmasked sorrow and shook your head, frowning as he set his hand over yours where it rested on the countertop.

“I’m a different person now and so is she, please don’t carry my burdens too.” He said gently, squeezing your hand in his.

“Lip I’m so sorry…” You uttered the well-worn phrase of sympathy, uncertain of what else you could possibly say.

“What about you? Anyone special in your life?” He asked as he lifted his hand from yours, reaching for his glass to take another sip.

You shook your head quickly “Hasn’t really been time, or worthwhile candidates.” You replied, taking a generous sip of your drink.

“Hmm.” He uttered noncommittally before glancing at his beer appreciatively. “It sure is nice to be back where they know how to serve one of these.”

You laughed softly. “Not a fan of tepid beer, Lipton?” You teased, leaning against the counter a little to turn and look at him better.

He wrinkled his nose a little and shook his head, making you laugh again. The pair of you began to reminisce then, reminding one another of funny moments you had shared, trading stories about the training you had endured separately. All the while the bar became more and more crowded, forcing you to lean closer together just to hear each other. You ordered another round as he seemed inclined to linger and you most certainly could not say no to more time basking in his presence. You had nearly finished your second drinks when he looked at you intently.

“You’ve never met a man you could spend the rest of your life with?” His knee brushed against yours as he turned closer to you on his stool.

“Not since I got home from Europe, no.” Your answer was careful, keeping it strictly truthful, hoping not to incriminate yourself.

“And before that?” He probed persistently and you pressed your lips together, looking at him meaningfully.

“I don’t know if you want the answer to that, Carwood.” You responded at last, fingers gripping your drink tighter as his eyes snapped to yours at the use of his preferred name.

“No, I really think I do.” He pinned you with a firm look and you took the final gulp of your drink, letting it sear its way down to your stomach.

“I did yeah, but the timing was all wrong.”

“And what about now?” He wet his lips with an almost-invisible flick of his tongue, but your eyes could not help but follow the movement.

“What about now, Carwood?” You challenged breathlessly.

“Keep using my name and it’s absolutely perfect.” He replied earnestly, leaning closer to you.

Your exhaled shakily. “You mean that?”

“I do.” He nodded firmly.

“It’s always been you, Carwood.” You sighed, eyes fluttering closed as he pressed his forehead against yours, finger entwining to hold your hand tightly.

“I’m so sorry it took me so long to understand it.” He muttered, breath fanning across your face.

You shook your head quickly and looked at him, voice thick with emotion. “It wasn’t you, it was the timing of everything.”

Carwood nodded, cupping your cheek with his free hand and you leaned into his touch. “Still have a lot to make up for.” He countered.

“Call me stubborn.” You teased him fondly, ducking a quick kiss to his cheek. “Would you like to come up to my apartment?” You murmured against his ear, holding your breath until he nodded softly.

Once the tab was settled, by a very insistent Carwood, you made your way back across the street and up to your fifth-floor residence, never once letting go of his hand. Unlocking the door, you led him into your modest studio apartment, toeing off your shoes at the door, smiling as he did the same.

“We never actually ate dinner, are you hungry?” You asked as you locked the door behind him.

He shook his head and stepped forward to cup your cheeks gently, pressing his lips to your firmly. Your hands gripped his forearms tightly, shifting closer.

“I’m sorry I’ve just…” He murmured as he pulled back.

“Been dreaming of that for three years.” You cut him off gently, leaning in to kiss him once again, arms sliding around his neck.

Carwood’s arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close as his mouth moved against yours, the intensity of your kisses escalating to the exchanging of breath through parted lips before you slid your tongue against his wantonly. His fingers curled into the fabric of your dress as his chest rumbled in delight, years worth of simmering tension boiling over as you pressed him back into the door, tasting him thoroughly.

One of his hands slowly slid down to your lower back, making you arch closer to him still, gasping against his lips as you could feel the outline of his rapidly hardening length pressing against you. Hands shifting to grip the lapels of his jacket, you walked backward through the apartment easily, eyes locked on his, until you pivoted to press on his shoulders and sit him down on the end of your bed.

“Are you sure?” He murmured up at you thickly as you slid to straddle his thighs.

“Only if you are.” You swallowed, wondering if you were overwhelming the poor man.

“I love you.” Carwood smiled warmly and slid his fingers to the back of your neck to pull you in for a tender kiss.

Heart feeling as though it had broken free of your ribcage to soar through the clouds, you buried your fingers into his hair, returning the kiss fiercely. “God, I love you too.” You breathed against his mouth, voice rough with emotion.

A small noise of surprise left your lips as his hands gripped your thighs and he skillfully rolled you onto your back. Grinning with a hint of pride, his hands skimmed higher beneath the hem of your dress and slip to unfasten your stockings with practiced ease, rolling them down and off your legs one at a time, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of each calf once the skin was bared to him. He took a moment to shrug out of his suit jacket before crawling up your body to paint teasingly soft kisses down the column of your throat, working at the fastenings of your dress.

Not one to be idle, your fingers began to work at the buttons of his dress shirt, tugging it free of the waistband of his pants before pushing it down his arms. Carwood pulled back to deposit it onto the floor before gently sliding your dress down your body to join it. His hands skimmed along your silk-clad sides as he drank you in, features painted with wonder.

“All of this hiding under that uniform.” He uttered.

Biting your lip, you pushed up to kiss him warmly. “Could say the same about you, you know.” You traced your hands along the muscles of his shoulders and down his arms before shifting your focus to undoing his belt, delighting in the pink tinge of his cheeks in response.

He trailed open mouthed kisses along the neckline of your slip, brushing against the tops of your breasts, making you exhale shakily as you worked his pants open and off his body. Stepping free of them before crawling back onto the bed, he slid the straps of your slip down, revealing your lingerie to his heated gaze. “As if you couldn’t get any more beautiful…” He shook his head, slip discarded behind him before his lips descended onto yours once more, sealing off any glib reply you might have been able to muster.

Fingers skimming up your ribs, you whimpered into his mouth as his broad palm cupped your breast through the silky material of your brassiere, gripping at the back of his undershirt, insistently pulling the fabric up his skin. His tongue laved along your cleavage, shivers wracking your body at the sensation of his hot breath on your damp skin as he continued to knead at your sensitive flesh. Feeling him begin to sit up, you grabbed the gathered material of his undershirt in your fist and pulled it over his head, throwing it to the side somewhere as he worked your bra and garter belt free.

Caressing the still-defined muscles of his chest and abdomen, you cried out softly as his mouth sealed around first one nipple and then the other, always keeping a balance of pleasure between the two that was filling your veins with scorching desire. Delving past the waistline of his boxers, your hand sought his cock impatiently, and as your fingers wrapped around him, Carwood pressed his face to your sternum with a grunt. You were honestly taken aback when he gently but firmly gripped your wrist and pulled your hand free of him.

“You first, beautiful.” He murmured, leaning up to peck your lips before his mouth returned to its teasing work, pressing your wrist into the mattress before he cupped between the apex of your thighs.

“Carwood!” You gasped softly, hips bucking to his hand slightly before you sunk your teeth into your lower lip, fingers grasping at the bedding in an effort to respect his wishes.

His hazel eyes looked up to yours across the planes of your torso, pupils dilating rapidly as he traced your folds through the silken material of your underwear, your body writhing eagerly beneath his touch. Unable to both keep your eyes open for him and your mouth shut, you whimpered loudly, hips bucking more insistently as you desperately needed more of him. His eyes closed briefly, his mouth pressing a damp kiss to your side before he pulled back to strip you of your underwear, shifting to lay next to you. His fingers resumed their torment, the skin-on-skin contact with your slick core making your eyes roll back in your head.

“Look so pretty like this, beautiful.” He breathed against your ear, making you shudder. “Content and enjoying yourself.” His thumb zeroed in on your bundle of nerves, wrenching a moan from you. “Making all the loveliest sounds.”

“Mm! Car… so good…” You panted in reply, turning your head to kiss him deeply, mewling into his mouth as he sank his index finger into your needy warmth.

Turning his hand to grind the heel of his palm against your clit, he worked his finger in and out of you smoothly before adding a second, your back bowing as you started to clench tighter around him, breathless with impending climax. “Please show me how you fall apart, beautiful.”

Your eyelids fluttered open as he propped himself up on his free arm to get a better view of your face, licking his lips hungrily as he added a third finger, sending you hurtling into climax with a ragged cry. His fingers continued their movements, prolonging your pleasure until you grinned up at him languidly. “Just when I thought you could never surprise me again, Carwood…what a gentleman you are.” Your grin widened at the scarlet tinge to his cheeks in response to your praise.

Your eyes widened slightly as he licked his fingers clean, your teeth sinking into your ravaged lower lip at the sight.

“Don’t hurt yourself.” He murmured, thumb gently easing the plump flesh from beneath your incisor before he kissed you warmly.

Rolling onto your hip, you tugged at the waistband of his boxers, fighting the friction of the fabric against the bedding before you finally worked them free. Your hand once again wrapped around the length of him, eagerly drinking in his soft moan against your lips as you stroked along the velvety flesh. Sliding your leg over his hip you shuffled closer, rocking your pelvis forward to guide him into your welcoming body.

“Oh!” He breathed harshly as he rolled his hips forward, nestling into you fully.

“Ah, Car.” You sighed, burying your fingers into his hair, pressing your forehead against his.

The intensity of his eyes boring into yours as he thrust into and pulled from your body was nearly too much to bear, the agony of ecstasy bringing the dewy cling of teardrops to your eyelashes.

“Ok?” He whispered, hips stilling.

“God yes, just so fucking happy.” You sniffled and buried your face against his throat shyly, moaning richly as he began to move again, his fingers gripping the soft flesh of your buttock.

“I love you so much, beautiful.” He groaned into your hair, pelvis grinding against yours as your muscles involuntarily clenched around him at those words.

“You too, Car.” You whispered, pressing salty kisses against his neck.

You could feel the muscles of his jaw clenching against your temple as he struggled to maintain his pace, your body responding eagerly as you felt yourself ascending towards release. Crying out against his skin as you orgasmed, he quickly pulled out, his own release spilling across your inner thigh. He’d barely made it, but Carwood still did his best to be a gentleman. You lifted your tearstained face to kiss him deeply, caressing his cheek and down his back warmly.

Carwood’s lips brushed against your cheeks, kissing away any trace of your tears tenderly. “That was incredible…” He murmured and you nodded warmly, pressing your lips to the scar on his right cheek.

“You’re incredible.” You replied softly, unable to stop your lazy smile as he ducked his head a little under your open admiration of him.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, hmm?” He pressed a kiss to your scar in turn, knocking the wind out of you, leaving you staring up at him in stunned silence as he slid to his feet to find the washroom. “Bath?”

You simply nodded, having somehow lost the ability to form words as he grabbed your hands and led you there. Never having considered yourself ashamed of the mark you wore so prominently, you were honestly bewildered at your reaction to his tender gesture. Were still pondering it as you slid into the temperate water with him, neither of you wanting a terribly warm bath on a hot summer evening.

“You’re awful quiet, beautiful.” He murmured from behind you, fingers trailing water along the skin of your arms.

“Sorry Car, I just…when you kissed my face, I got all…”

“When I kissed your scar, you mean.” He corrected softly, pressing his cheek against yours and you nodded. “Did it bother you?”

“Not at all.” You breathed quickly. “It felt so lovely I just, never realized I wanted that?” You turned to look back at him, eyes fluttering shut as he pressed his lips to the mark once more, letting them linger there.

“You’ll always be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Carwood…” You sighed and turned in his arms to kiss him firmly.

It took a lot of determination on his part to get the pair of you clean, dry, and fed but he managed to prevail despite your wandering hands. Sliding into bed with you in a set of summer pyjamas and him in his boxers and undershirt, he pulled you to his chest, holding you warmly. “Tonight has turned out far better than I could have ever imagined.”

You laughed against him drowsily. “Much better than speeches from Generals Taylor and McAuliffe while eating hotel food…”

He laughed warmly and squeezed your shoulder. “Sleep well, beautiful.”

“You too, Car.” You murmured, nestling against him contentedly.

The firm knocking at your door the next morning had you snuffling awake against Carwood’s hair, brows furrowed, thoroughly disgruntled to have your peaceful slumber interrupted. He lifted his head from where it was tucked beneath your chin and blinked up at you blearily, confusion etched on his features. There was another string of rapping knuckles against wood and you sighed heavily, unwrapping your arms from around him to peel yourself from the bed and grab your housecoat.

“Just a moment!” You slung it on, doing it up quickly to preserve your modesty as you walked towards the door, Carwood following at your side.

You turned the deadbolt but left the chain in place, Carwood standing on the other side of the doorframe as you cracked it open just enough to speak to whomever was there without revealing him.

Your eyes widened as there stood George Luz, grinning broadly with a warm cry of your name.

“George?!”

“We missed you last night! Just wanted to stop by and make sure you were still coming to the lunch that Bill arranged for Easy.” He looked at you sternly and you nodded quickly, pushing the door shut to slide the chain free, opening it again more widely and smiling at him softly.

“Of course I am. Sorry about last night work got out of hand.” You swallowed, hating to lie, but you and Carwood hadn’t really discussed much. “By the time I got out of there the banquet was half over and I didn’t want to make a fuss showing up late.”

His eyes twinkled a little. “Well, you gotta do what you gotta do. Hey by any chance you seen Lip? He came in from West Virginia yesterday but didn’t show up at dinner and he’s not in his room at the hotel, either.”

You blinked in feigned innocence. “Why would I have seen him, George, I was working and then here.” You swallowed as you could see Carwood grimace out of the corner of your eye.

“Yeah right, of course. I’m real worried about him, might have to go to the cops…”

Carwood sighed deeply and grabbed the edge of the door, pulling it open wider to show his face as proof of life. “I’m here, Luz.”

Luz’s resulting grin was as blinding as the sun, making you bow your head. “Oh! Oh, I see this reunion is goin’ real well.”

“We’ll see you at lunch, Luz.” Carwood replied firmly, pushing the door shut in his face, turning to you slowly. “You ok?” He whispered, not wanting to be overheard.

You looked to him slowly before breaking out into a fit of laughter, nodding quickly. “Jesus, that man has been rooting for us since Haguenau…” You sighed fondly as Carwood’s eyes widened.

“Seriously?”

You cleared your throat and composed yourself, resting your hands on his shoulders. “I’m alright, are you?”

He nodded quickly before his brow furrowed. “George Luz knew before I did?”

“I didn’t tell him, if that’s what you mean, he just…figured it out somehow. Scared the hell out of me.”

Carwood frowned more and set his hands on your hips, stepping closer. “That’s why you left that day.” He breathed in realization, and you swallowed tightly.

“It was a contributing factor, yes.” You admitted, pulling your lower lip into your mouth with your teeth.

His thumb rose to gently free it, soothing the slight indentation. “Wish you would have talked to me, instead.”

Exhaling heavily, you pursed your lips in thought before replying. “I probably could have done things differently, I’ll admit, but at the time I felt like I had no choice. I am sorry for how much pain and confusion it must have caused you though, Car.” You pressed your lips to the pad of his thumb which had lingered at the corner of your mouth as you spoke.

“I’m sorry you felt that you had no choice – how lonely that must have been. I’m sorry I didn’t meet you sooner…” He swallowed harshly, blinking rapidly as his eyes grew damp.

“Hey, hey neither of us can change the past, Carwood.” You kissed between his brows warmly. “It’s behind us now, we have a whole future ahead.”

His eyes rosed to yours slowly, and he nodded. “What would you like that future to look like, beautiful?”

“I want you in it.” You replied easily, without hesitation, swallowing at his shy smile in return. “Don’t really care what it takes at this point.”

“Sounds perfect.” He nodded, sealing his statement with a deep kiss.

That afternoon as you sat surrounded by members of your old company, you nodded as Carwood excused himself to use to washroom, laughing brightly as Guarnere continued his story about their old commanding officer at Toccoa. You hadn’t realized how much you had missed each and every one of them until you’d arrived at the restaurant, greeted by a chorus of shouts of your name. Carwood was already there, having gone back to his hotel room to change beforehand, and no one but Luz seemed suspicious of how close the pair of you were sitting at the table. Couldn’t see the way your knee was pressed against his, unable to bear the separation.

“Can’t believe his wife ran off with some 4F milkman.” Guarnere shook his head and you looked to him sharply.

“Who…Carwood’s?!” You gasped out, eyes widening as he nodded in confirmation.

Carwood had had every opportunity to speak ill of his now ex-wife and yet remained a gentleman even after what she’d put him through. Impossible as it seemed, you somehow fell even further in love with the man right then.

Luz grinned at you knowingly from his seat to your right. “Sure seems like marriage just ain’t forever anymore these days, huh?” He winked and the other guys muttered their agreement.

You nodded silently, still processing the news, looking up as Powers started talking but sent a smile to Carwood as he slid back into his chair to your left. You were vaguely aware that Luz had risen from his seat but weren’t entirely certain what he was up to until his hand pressed against your right cheek, his other against Carwood’s left, pressing your neighboring cheeks together tightly to form one continuous line with your scars.

“See boys, what I’d tell ya? They were made for each other – their scars even match!” He crowed proudly as Guarnere and the others tilted their heads back to laugh richly.

You giggled softly while simultaneously swatting at Luz until he sat back down, jaw dropping as you felt Carwood’s lips find their way onto your scar, the boys roaring with glee. Turning quickly, you kissed the well faded mark on his cheek in turn, pressing your face against his shoulder as a few of them started clapping and at least one of them muttered ‘finally.’

“So, when’s the wedding?” Luz asked boldly and everyone leaned in with bated breath.

“I assure you your invites will be in the mail as soon as we know.” Carwood replied diplomatically and you gazed up at him in wonder as more cheers erupted around the table and someone started calling for champagne.

‘Ok?’ He mouthed silently and you nodded quickly.

“Everything is perfect.”

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Tag list: @bcon24 , @ronsparky

#carwood lipton x reader #carwood lipton imagines #carwood lipton imagine #carwood lipton #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers fic #band of brothers imagines #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers

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pfenniged · 7 months

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Never forget how David Webster had the audacity to call Joseph Liebgott one of the funniest men in the company as long as it didn't concern money with his whole chest out:

"120-pound Liebgott, ex-San Francisco cabby...the skinniest and, at non-financial moments, one of the funniest men in E Company. He had the added distinction of being one of the few Jews in the paratroops"." - Webster describing Liebgott.

Also, the fact that we now know Liebgott was Roman Catholic and he just never bothered to correct Webster, is also the funniest thing to me, because he clearly didn't give a shit about giving Webster technically accurate tidbits for his book, which is what they technically based part of the character of Liebgott on for the Band of Brothers miniseries.

And apparently, for some reason, the other paratroopers (including Webster) just assumed because of his last name he was Jewish??? And Liebgott never bothered to correct them because he clearly didn't care either way??? Which is kind of hilariously pure in and of itself???

"His last name is Liebgott- he's Jewish."

Liebgott: -never complain, never explain-

#a king #personal #hbo war #band of brothers #Joseph Liebgott #David webster

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atlas-likes-writing · 7 months

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Some tips for my fellow fanfic writers who like to write with the Call of Duty lads! I'm not in the military myself (next year I'm going in the army as a combat medic tho) but I come from a military family. Older brother has served in the RAF for 12 years, my ex-stepdad for 22. My biological father served in the US Army and one of my mums was military police. I know a fair amount of shit that goes on (not saying I know everything though. I definitely don't). I'm gonna write a list of the stuff I have read in COD fiction that I've read that isn't entirely accurate and how to make them accurate. If you got any questions feel free to ask! Can't say I'll be able to answer everything though.

Please note that I'm mainly going to be using my knowledge about the Air Force and the Army in the UK. Some things I talk about may be different between the branches so take what I say with a pinch of salt.

Male and female accommodation are separated and if someone is found in the opposite sex's accommodation for any reason (with the exception of maintenance) there will be SERIOUS consequences (like you can get kicked out the military for that shit).

If any SA happens in the military and is brought to court it does NOT go down well. If the accused is guilty it's an immediate dishonourable discharge (and you don't want that because then your pension and shit you've worked for will go down the drain).

I've seen this in a lot of fics with König and Ghost and it really annoys me but Colonel is a higher rank than Lieutenant by a long shot. Like by five ranks (which doesn't sound like a lot but a colonel is one below a brigadier and those guys are fucking evil I swear).

Linked to the above but higher ranking officers do not call lower ranking officers by Sir or Ma'am. Being called that is a compliment and is to be payed by lower ranks when talking to higher ranks. If a high ranking officer talks to a low ranking officer, they'll call them by their rank or their last name/callsign.

Relationships between officers and their subordinates is basically a court marshall in the military if you're not careful. Unless you can prove that the relationship can work out (doesn't usually work) they'll usually move the couple into different sections/squads to keep them separated so they don't become hindered by personal issues. Either that or they'll kick em out. Relationships between two officers is very very very vaguely okay but is still very much frowned upon.

There is a funky term the military use to describe people between the ranks of Lance Corporal and Warrant Officer called "NCO". It's an acronym that stands for "Non-Comissioned Officer". If you're not commissioned that means you're not to be saluted because only commissioned officers can be saluted. Remember that people aren't saluting the person, they're saluting the cap badge on their beret because (if we use the UK as an example) the commission is given by the reigning monarch and you're saluting them instead as a sign of respect. Soap and Gaz are examples of NCOs because they're both Sergeants!

If you're caught bullying someone in the military you'll be immediately kicked out the military within the day so don't even try it.

SAS soldiers are medically trained even if they weren't a combat medic before they signed up for it. Every single member of the SAS is able to perform emergency first aid.

There's actually a bunch of Special Forces in the UK! One is the SAS which we've all heard of but another example is SBS (there's more but I cba to explain all of them). They are of the exact same calibre as the SAS except they're the naval version. They specialise in aquatic shit. There's also the Paratroopers (the guys who jump out of planes and are generally super badass) and the Commandos (also badass, but usually without the plane jumping), as well as a bunch of other acronyms that you're gonna have to research yourself because I can NOT remember them all.

Whenever you enter the Mess (the official name for the canteen or dining hall) headdress of any kind must be taken off as a sign of respect. It's basic mess etiquette. As well as this, you aren't supposed to go on your phone. Also, do not under any circumstances disrespect the chefs. You will regret it immediately. If we go back to the first point though even though Ghost, König, Horanji and all the other mask-wearing folks hide their faces, they're still supposed to remove their masks when they enter. So maybe adapt that into your stories by instead getting a companion of theirs to get food for them!

Sort of links to the above point, but whenever you're at a military base and you're outside, you need to put headdress on. It's compulsory. If they're in civilian clothing they don't (and it's discouraged) but if they're in their in uniform they're supposed to have their berets on.

With the exception of mask-wearing people probably, whenever you go inside you're supposed to take your berets off.

Lower ranks stand to attention when talking to a higher rank as a sign of respect.

You're supposed to be super polite to officers, so if for whatever reason you need to speak your mind or elaborate an idea you can say "Permission to speak freely/bluntly." If your officer is being a dick you can say "Please excuse the tone Sir/Ma'am, but..." but try not to because they'll probably be even more of a dick to you afterwards.

Gambling is a literal no-go unless you're off-duty and off base.

If military personnel go to an event such as a wedding or funeral, they are able to wear their formal parade uniform (if that's the correct term. Please correct me if I'm wrong). Also if someone is receiving a medal they'll also wear their formal shit with the rest of their medals. They would NOT wear civilian stuff like dresses or tuxedos.

This is first aid related but if someone is stabbed do NOT take the weapon out because that thing is the only thing keeping the casualty alive cuz it's blocking up the hole. Take it out and they'll bleed out in seconds.

Salute every officer within 2 meters/6ft of you unless you yourself are not wearing your headdress. If you aren't (e.g you're inside. You're supposed to stand to attention.

If you go inside and you go into an officers office, you put your beret on before you go in and salute them at the door. When you leave you salute them again, leave, take your beret off and go about your day.

If there are multiple officers in one room and you enter, when saluting you need to look at whoever has the highest rank in the room. In most cases in COD fics it'll be to Price, König or Alejandro.

Captain is a lower rank than Colonel.

Officers salute higher ranking officers. E.g- Ghost would salute Price but Price would salute Alejandro if they're deciding to be formal for some fucking reason.

When you salute an officer, the officer should salute back as a way of accepting the compliment.

During official parades, officers carry fucking SWORDS (I'm not joking, look it up).

Punctuality-wise, if you're early to something, you're on time. If you're on time, you're late and if you're late I will send flowers to your gravestone.

Damn this was long. If you got any questions feel free to drop them in my inbox! I'm always happy to answer queries about them. Please reblog so more people can see this!

#yeah good god this was long #worth it though #cod #cod mwii #cod mw2 #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #konig mw2 #konig cod #konig call of duty #simon ghost riley #john price #captain john price

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citizenscreen · 11 months

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(Original Caption) 1948-Hollywood, CA: Actor Humphrey Bogart (l) and his wife, actress Lauren Bacall, are helping John Derek, 22 (center), get a start in Hollywood. The young ex-paratrooper met Bogart while he was training at a camp on the Colorado Desert. Derek, a Los Angeles boy without previous film experience, will play the killer in "Knock on My Door," Bogart's first independent production. Bogart diverges from type to play the defense attorney in the film.

#humphrey bogart #john derek #lauren bacall

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A whistleblower has said orgies in the army are fairly common as she warned the recent incident at Merlville Baracks points to a wider culture of misogyny in the armed forces which views women as “lesser beings”.

Speaking exclusively to The Independent , the woman, who previously worked in recruitment for the British Army, said the institution often felt like a throwback to the 1950s.

It comes after a group of paratroopers were put under military police investigation after footage surfaced of them having an orgy with a civilian woman at Merville Barracks - a military base in Colchester.

Video clips, seen by The Independent, show a woman having sex with troops from 16 Air Assault Brigade while others watched. Some of the soldiers can be seen laughing.

In other clip, a man asks “have you had a go yet?”, while another troop salutes while having sex. The video, which includes some half-naked and fully naked soldiers, shows sexual acts occurring in both communal places and private rooms, but it is not immediately clear when it happened.

Talking to The Independent from a military estate where she lives with her husband who is in the army, the woman said an ex-soldier, who she hadn’t heard from in months, had sent her 11 unsolicited highly graphic videos of the incident at Merlville.

She found the footage “extremely distressing and disturbing” and said it gave her nightmares, explaining that even if the encounter was consensual, the fact the soldiers can be heard “laughing” and mocking the woman was “degrading”.

“It is misogynistic,” she added. “It is an embarrassment to the army. It shows a serious lack of professionalism and decent human behaviour in general.”

Her comments come as General Sir Patrick Sanders, the army’s new head, announced hundreds of paratroops were barred from a Nato deployment to the Balkans following the incident, because he was unwilling to “risk the mission or the reputation of the British army” by sending the troops abroad.

But the whistleblower said stories of group sex similar to what occurred at Merlville, were commonpace in the army, claiming some soldiers would say such incidents were “normal”, insisting “it is just boys being boys”.

She added: “I find raising children in this environment very scary. Among many men in the army, there is the assumption women are joining the army for sex, or at least they must expect that to happen if they do join.

“I’ve seen a lot of slut-shaming. In general it is assumed that females in the military must be sleeping with multiple members of the Battalion.”

She described the armed forces as having a “very sexually charged culture” plagued with the commonly held view that women are “objects for the pleasure of men”.

The whistleblower said: “In my experience, the sexual culture is really rife when soldiers are young and living in the block. Sometimes women are snuck in inside the boot of people’s cars. The drinking culture is something else.

“You hear stories of single soldiers living on the block drinking every weekend, fights consistently happening, and property being damaged. When soldiers get married then it can move into swinging.”

Discussing her own negative experiences of working in military recruitment, she said she stepped down after facing sexual harassment, sexism and gender-based discrimination.

She said it felt “hyprocritical” being asked to encourage women to join the army given her own experiences.

The whistleblower added: “I’m not surprised women face sexual harassment and assault in the army given it starts in the recruitment process.

“The people who are doing the recruitment process are biased. They have judgements about women being in the army, they don’t believe they can do it. They refer to women in derogatory ways. They think the standards for women aren’t as high. They talk about the fact women have their periods.”

She claimed most of the male soldiers she encountered did not believe women should be in the army. The whisteblower said she was aware of around half a dozen women submitting complaints about sexual harssment, sexism and gender-based discrimination at one recruitment centre in particular

The whistleblower said she had met five women who say they were raped while serving in the military. She said women in senior roles were often referred to as having got their position “by sleeping their way there”, and explained when she made “an effort” with her appearance she was subjected to degrading sexual comments.

“Although the army has made all roles open to women, the army itself is not open to women,” she concluded. “You have to be willing to act like a man to be accepted. This means put up with discrimination, sexism, sexual harassment, and misogynistic jokes and banter about rape.”

She said the army fostered a culture where soldiers are expected to keep their wives or partners in line and tell them what to do. While her husband loves his job, he also thinks army attitudes towards women - both military and civilian - are outdated, the whistleblower said.

She added: “He will tell me before we go to a function, if higher ranking men are doing a speech, I must not go to the toilet, otherwise he could be given extra duties - which means getting crap jobs to do.

“When my husband helps with parenting, he is commonly told this should be my job and he is mocked and fellow soldiers question my motherhood skills.”

Issues within the army are easily concealed due to it being an insular environment, the whistleblower added, noting the armed forces take on many young men and women who are escaping difficult backgrounds.

She added: “It can be make or break. That environment can save them. But it is also very easy to teach an unacceptable culture rather than nurture them into decent human beings.

“If you are brought up in an environment where abuse was normal, and then you join the army and nobody is saying: ‘No that is not okay’, or are actually actively allowing bad behaviour or not taking it seriously, it is very damaging to the soldiers.”

The woman’s comments come after senior figures previously told The Independent progress on tackling sexism and sexual harassment in the armed forces has been too slow and women in the military often face a sexist culture of “laddish behaviour”. Meanwhile, MPs have rasied concern that convictions rates for rape and sexual assault cases remain “shamefully low” in the military.

A troubling report released last year found sexual harassment, bullying and physical assault of women is prevalent in the armed forces.

Researchers, who polled 750 women veterans, discovered almost a quarter reported having experienced sexual harassment, while almost a quarter said they had been subjected to emotional bullying. The report, published in BMJ Military Health, found five per cent were sexually assaulted and three per cent physically assaulted.

Women make up around 11 per cent of the armed forces in the UK, according to Ministry of Defence data.

The army did not want to comment on the whisleblower’s allegations.

But in response to the Merlville incident, General Sanders said: “The recent conduct of some members of the battalion has fallen short of that which we all expect of our army”.

A spokesperson for the army added: “The army expects the highest standards of behaviour from all their personnel. Anyone not maintaining these standards will be investigated and appropriate action will be taken against them. The army is clear that all forms of unacceptable behaviour, including those of a sexual nature, have no place in an inclusive and respectful armed forces.”

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brassknucklespeirs · 2 years

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Yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ Mʏ Bᴇsᴛ Fʀɪᴇɴᴅ [Rᴏɴᴀʟᴅ Sᴘᴇɪʀs x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

Genre: FLUFF with a side of angst (or should I say Speirs trying not to pout cause he didn’t get his way)

Warning: Mention of warfare, death, weapons, burn scars/wounds, language

Prompt: Request by @holdingforgeneralhugs “how about a Soft!Speirs oneshot because I am majorly in my Speirs feels rn and I will consume literally any soft Speirs content by the BUCKETFUL! “

A/N: *spoken in spongebob narrator’s voice* aaah the sickly sweet nature of "we’re more than friends and we both know it”

If the woman who sat patiently in the back of the beaten Jeep was nervous, she didn’t show it at all, a calm look was a normal expression upon her face as many had come to know. Her body was free of tension, and she could even say the chill travelling down her spine as the wind whipped over the exposed skin of her neck was a welcomed feeling compared to the intense heat of the Pacific. However, it would take a lot more than just the gentle expression on her face and the little tension in her body for people to not see that this woman was tired.

I guess you could say that was part of the reason she was here, in the whiteout forest surrounding Foy, Bastogne. With a year or so of combat experience already dealt with, her soldiers had placed their lives gratefully in the hands of the well put together woman for more reasons than just her cool composure, and it had been noticed. She had worked tirelessly to ensure the safety of those in her platoon and even those who were not. She wasn’t your natural born combat leader but she had the tools to learn; and learn she did. With a metaphorical hammer and nails, she built and upgraded herself so she could take the weight of everything she’d had to see and do in recent years. This being said, she didn’t force herself to reshape every aspect, no, she ensured that every chink in her armour was carefully polished but never fully made new. She held that emotion that came with the trauma she’s been through and wore it like a medal. Her best friend Ron had always told her how admirable she was for that trait, praised her for being such a strong person in rough times. And even then, he had still promised to be there whenever she couldn’t be that person. A thought that Y/N had sometimes wished he could follow through with even though he was likely somewhere in the middle of god-knows-where, fighting for his life while she was, well, here.

When the 501st Airborne Regiment’s top dog, Colonel Sink, heard of the admirable paratrooper known as Lieutenant Y/N L/N, he had jumped at the chance to rip her away from being caught once again in the hot talons of the Pacific that she had just been pulled from. A transfer had been accepted by both her and her previous superiors as Sink called for the help of a capable platoon leader now that he had lost Buck Compton, and don’t even get him started on the ex-CO known as Dike. The Colonel himself was sat beside the woman informing her of the men she would be taking over for and though he would never say it out loud, the man had his fingers crossed in a silent plea that this officer beside him was the right choice for Easy Company moving forward. The man talked with a gentle kind of assertiveness, kind yet firm with his words while he explained several things such as the Battle of Foy that had taken place the day before, and the new company CO. He was impressed with the way the woman was able to point out the strengths and weaknesses of an assault she wasn’t familiar with nor witnessed, his mind being left just slightly more at ease with his choice.

The two pulled up into the main street of Foy as their conversation continued, and they were meet by the darkened red hair of the battalion’s XO. The man stood with the same tired but calm expression as Y/N as they both drew smiles to their lips to exchange to one another.

“Captain Winters, I’d like to introduce you to Easy Company’s new platoon leader, Lieutenant L/N. I expect a warm welcome to be given to the Lieutenant, Y/N’s come a long way for us.” The colonel had said and followed it up quickly with a sharp pat on the woman’s shoulder. “Lieutenant L/N, I’m excited to see how you do with Easy Company.” He exchanged a few more words between the two before jumping back into the jeep and taking off with a yelp of ‘Curahee’ to those men of Easy who had lingered carefully to see the newcomer. Y/N watched as he went with a small smile before turning back to the red headed Captain who was stood with the same curled lips. A gust of wind blew along her spine as they stared at each other for a split second, a shiver rippling down her body aggressively.

“Well, sir, I don’t know if the welcome will be able to get much warmer than this.” The man huffed out a laugh at this as another officer with dark hair came into view behind him with a snort, clapping the other man on the back.

“I like this one Dick. Can we keep her?”

***

If there was one thing Y/N knew already about the Intelligence Officer known as Captain Nixon, is that he could talk. Not that she was complaining, the constant chatter being thrown from his mouth was entertaining, an amused smirk finding its way to her lips almost as soon as he’d begun to talk. The random banter he sprouted had reminded her again of her best friend, someone she thought of constantly, it would seem. It wasn’t the way he was talking in great amounts because god knows that Ron was a more of a listener than a talker but it was in the way his eye crinkled at the edge when he laughed at his own jokes. She’d hate to admit the way she’d compare everyone and everything to the man she was desperately in love with but she knew that she did it just often enough to stop the dull ache in her chest from turning into a stabbing pain.

“-and let’s just say, that didn’t go down very well with the wife.”

“I can’t imagine why, Captain Nixon, you seem like such a mellow man.” She’d said with a quiet chuckle and a roll of her eyes as they continued their walk to the building that second platoon was bunking in.

“Ah, what can I say? I’m as close to perfect as they come.”

“Oh I’m sure you are Sir.”

“Eh, you may say that with judgement now but just you wait and see.” He threatened while pulling a flask from his pocket before offering her a sip. She glanced at it with a raised brow and then proceeded to shrug her shoulders as she reached for it. A harsh cough of disgust almost echoed around the town as the woman screwed up her face.

“There’s no way you can convince me you’re close to perfect when you drink shit like this Sir.” She managed to say. Nixon laughed while taking his own sip.

“We’re gonna get along just fine, I’m sure. Now let’s go find one newly appointed CO, Captain Speirs for introductions.” The man had barely finished talking before Y/N’s head had flicked to him so quickly one could question if she would have whiplash.

“Captain Speirs? Ronald Speirs?” She questioned with an urgency that almost worried Nixon.

“Uh, yeah?” He replied carefully. Before either got a chance to ask more questions, a voice had called for the Captain behind them, one familiar to the both of them. A shiver ran down Y/N’s spine though she’d never admit whether it was the cold or whether it accompanied the violent beating of her heart. As she thought of how much she missed that voice, she’d turned slowly and faced the man that it belonged to.

There he was, walking towards them from a distance, his face almost the same as she’d last seen it aside from the matching dark shadows under his eyes and the odd spot of mud on his skin. Though his eyes had only been on Nixon as he wandered over, he moved his gaze to Y/N as she whispered his name, almost like he’d heard her across the distance between them. He’d faltered for a second, his eyes blinking as if trying to rid the dream from his foggy mind only to realise what he was seeing.

“Ronald-fucking-SPEIRS!” The woman had all but yelled, her feet carrying her as quickly as they could over to him. His breath had lodged itself in his throat before he too begun to move quicker towards her. It would have been quite the sight to see and it certainly was in Nixon’s eyes as he watched the two race towards each other and collide almost violently. Even with the clashing of bodies, the two were like magnets and didn’t seek to become unstuck from each other any time soon. As soon as their bodies connected, Ron’s hands had moved to cradle her neck and waist while Y/N wrapped tightly around his shoulders. They clutched at each other as if their lives depended on it and each drop of emotion and every ounce of missing one another had combusted as they stood there. Ron let out a quiet huff of a disbelieving laugh into her hair while stoking his thumb across the back of her neck.

“Are you a dream? Or did I get shot or something?” He questioned so quietly it almost didn’t reach her ear directly beside his mouth. She hummed to him in response before muttering to him a continued stream of ‘I’m here’s. Ron pulled back from her slowly, his hands moving to cup her face while staring at her in awe.

“You’re here.” He whispered back. He almost let out a sigh of contempt before he tuned in to the distant noise of gunfire and felt himself snap back into reality. His hands on Y/N’s jaw became more tense as he stared at her with a different expression. “You’re here.” He repeated while she furrowed her eyebrows, taking a small step back. His hands dropped to his sides as Nixon finally moved over to the two, a look of pure confusion mixed with shock covering his features.

“I feel like you two know each other.”

“Wow Sir, I’m not surprised you’re the intelligence officer.” She replied to the man causing him to smirk. Ron looked at Nixon as he grabbed Y/N’s arm gently.

“What the hell is she doing here?” He questioned almost furiously. Nixon just shrugged before taking another swig of his drink.

“Say hello to your new second platoon leader, Lieutenant L/N.”

“Lieutenant?!”

***

Ron doesn’t speak at first as the two wander over to second platoon, losing Nixon along the way to a task he needed to do. He was mad, she could tell, and as she asked what was wrong, he sent her a glare over his shoulder. She knew what he was doing of course, she hasn’t been his best friend for many years and not pick up on these things. He was processing, he just needed a bit of time of switching to default ‘tough Ron’ to hide the fact that what he was actually doing was wandering a long pathway through his thoughts and emotions. He wouldn’t be mad forever, he was just worried. She guessed the last time he saw her she was home safe and promising to write to him and then she was practically a ghost in the wind with not a single letter finding it’s way to him until suddenly she shows up right in front of him and worse yet as a US Army Trooper Officer. One could see why the man was a little grumpy.

“I missed you.” She heard him say to her and when she glanced at him again, his jaw was tensing under his skin. The words contradicted everything you could see from his body language but she smiled anyway.

“And I missed you. Guess two years can do that to a person.”

“You know what I just can’t figure out though?” He asked as he stopped before a building, clearly the one they were going to be entering. She shrugged at him as she too stopped. “What I can’t figure out is how the hell you got here.”

“Well you see I was in this darn awful place called the Pacific, god it was hot there. Anyway, then I got this call to get on this boat back to this other place where I then got on this plane to another other place and-“

“Spare me the jokes Y/N. I meant how did you even get into the Arm-“ He paused suddenly, looking at all the details of her face as he gulped. “Did you say Pacific? You came from the Pacific?” He asked in a low voice. Y/N just nodded softly, her expression the same but her eyes holding so many thoughts unsaid. He saw it in her mannerisms then, all the little things he’d always noticed she did when upset. He’d noticed the dark shadows under her eyes. Hell, he’d noticed the faint red burn scar that climbed up the side of her neck, angry and raw. He took a careful step forward before grasping one of her hands in one of his, his thumb moving to draw little lines across her skin. “I’m sorry Y/N. We’ll talk about this later. I think right now we should just introduce you to the men, get you settled in and everything.”

“Yeah, we’ll talk about it later.” She replied almost making a promise that they would indeed need to talk about it later. A smile rose to Ron’s face as he nodded in confirmation before pushing her helmet back pressing a gentle kiss to her hairline and moving it back.

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The men had been a little thrown off by the presence of the new officer and didn’t seem to want to warm up to the idea of her at all. That was until she made a snarky comment directed at Speirs regarding her not needing him to defend her and with no reaction from him but a nod of confirmation they’d decided she must have been some kind of angel or a god with the power to make the great Captain Speirs bow in submission. Y/N had decided to milk that theory a little when it came to her new reputation of being the ‘tamer of legends’. She’d gotten quite the kick out of it and decided to tease Ron as much as possible since then.

As promised, they talked about it later. They talked about the Pacific and Europe, jump wings and basic training, the year he’d left and the year she’d arrived, all blurring into one long conversation had in the early hours of the morning. Ron held Y/N as she cried as she’d been dreaming of him doing since he left while she ran her fingers through his hair as he lay his head in her lap. And just like that, they had fallen in love with each other all over again. Just two lost souls who had found their way back to each other as they always did and they always would. Their hands moulded perfectly together as they lay beside each other in bed, their noses almost touching as they listened to one another pour their hearts out like they never did with anyone but each other.

“I just ran. It wasn’t really like we had any other option so I just didn’t think twice.”

“I know you like to play this tough guy act but sometimes I think you play it a little to well.” She replied with a giggle. He smiled down at her gently, nudging his nose ever so slightly into hers as she teased him.

“I play the tough guy because the tough guy always gets the prettiest girl.”

“Well then you’ve been watching too many movie films.” She teased as his fingers began to trail her jaw gently. They both sat quietly as they admired each other, his touch sending shivers down her spine until they stop on the side of her neck. He seemed hesitant to ask about the burns that lay directly beside where his fingers touched her skin, she had read it on his face.

“The Japanese are ruthless and the Pacific is even more so.” She said in a low voice, sitting up as her hands moving to unbutton the top layers of her clothes until she got to the last shirt. He watched her closely as she removed each piece, waiting for her to tell him more. “It’s hard to explain, and even if I could I don’t know if I’d want to.” She continued, pulling off the last shirt she wore and exposing her upper body to the cold air. He saw it now in full as it trailed down her neck and over her shoulder, as well as some of the left side of her back and chest. She would usually feel uncomfortable or embarrassed but with Ron she felt safe, she felt seen. “It was an explosion, a mine, grenade, bazooka, I don’t know. Set fire to the trees around us, and then some of me with it.” He sat up slowly, his gaze moving to every part of her that he could take in, the raw blazing scar as well as the soft skin that he reminisced touching gently in many early hours of the morning. She sat patiently, letting him take in her entire being, letting him visualise her once again to capture in memory. His dark eyes moved back to hers slowly, his hands reaching out to pull her closer to him by the waist.

“You’re as beautiful as you were the day I had to leave you.” He’d whispered to her, caressing her cheek carefully as she smiled at him, tears swimming in her eyes. And as he leaned in to plant his lips on hers, he let a smile take over his features while he held the love he had missed so much in his arms once again. Their lips melted together as they had so many times before, yet this time it held an urgency, a desperate need to make up for lost time. They held each other close like they had in the streets earlier, his hands holding her neck and jaw gently while she wrapped her arms tightly round his neck. “You’re my best friend.” He said suddenly. Y/N let out a quiet chuckle as they pulled back fully, causing Ron to look at her and smile.

“What?” He questioned.

“It’s funny, isn’t it. That we both knew, but never said anything.”

“Never felt like it needed saying.” He said finally, his eyes never leaving hers as he brushed a hair away from covering them. “Would you like me to say it now?” She looked down almost sheepishly, as if she suddenly felt shy under his gaze while he spoke to her. He smiled once again before pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

“I love you Y/N.”

“And I love you Ron.”

#i hope this is sweet enough cause i think i could serve it on pancakes instead of syrup and it would be so good #ronald speirs #band of brothers x reader #ron speirs #ron speirs x reader #ronald speirs x reader #speirs #speirs x reader #protect them at all costs #soft!speirs

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Shameless, Chapter 1, The Pilot

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: mentions of being gay, sexual tension.

“Nobody’s saying our neighborhood’s the Garden of Eden. Hell, some people say that god avoids this place altogether. But it’s been a good home to me and my kids who I’m proud of…because every single one of them reminds me a little bit of me!”

“Oh yeah, that so?” Kermit asked politely, trying to ignore the drunk of a man who was at the bar stool.

“Fiona,” he mused, “my rock. Huge help! Has all the best qualities of her mother…except she’s not a raging psycho bitch. And Lip, smart as a whip. Straight A’s and the honor roll. Boy’s definitely going somewhere. Ian. Industrious, conscientious, ambitious, incredible work ethic. Don’t have a clue where he got that from. Wants to be a paratrooper. Knows how to disembowel an enemy with a roll of dimes and an old gym sock.”

“Good for you, Frank!” another of the patrons laughed.

You shook your head, “please don’t encourage him, guys!”

“Carl!” your father smiled happily before frowning, “uhm, you know. I don’t really know that much about Carl. OH! He loves animals. He’s always dragging home some poor stray he found, taking them up to his room! And Debbie. Ah, Debbie. Sent by god! Total angel. Raises money for UNICEF year round. Some of which, she actually turns in. Liam! Gonna be a star! I’m no biologist, but he looks a little bit like my first sponsor. He and the ex were a little close!”

“No shit Frank!”

“Hey!” you growled, pointing at one of the old men who was drinking in the corner, “watch your next words or their’ll be something more than booze in your drink, assholes!”

“And then there’s you!” my father smiled, reaching out over the bar top. He grabbed your hand and tapped it, “my Sofia…my sweet girl. Keeping me in line longer than any of my other woman ever has and ever will! She’s Fiona’s twin you know. My swimmer’s shot straight with those two. Fi Fi is the first Gallagher girl here to go to college! Fi, keeps the house running and Fi Fi keeps the kids doing good in school! I lucked out with them, I really did!”

“Dad, you’re way too loaded for how early it is!” you warned, “I’m gonna have to cut you off for a bit so you can sober off!”

Your father groaned and rolled his eyes at you, “are you serious, Fi Fi? I just paid you a compliment. You’re supposed to be grateful and give me another! Say I'm a great dad and pass me a boilermaker, like a good kid would!"

“Dad…my shift ended five minutes ago, and I’m supposed to pick up Carl and Debbie from school and help them with their homework before I head to my shift at the club!”

“Hey, sorry I’m late!” Kev called as he burst through the door, “V had me tied up with-“

“Don’t want to know!” you laughed, cutting your friend off, “Gotta pick up the kids!”

“Yeah, go, go! Fiona told me to tell you that they’re down to fourteen minutes so she needs you to pick up another card on your way back from picking Deb, Carl, and Liam up!”

“Liam?”

“Deb took him to school for show and tell!”

“Jesus!” you sighed, reaching under the bar to grab your hoodie and purse.

“Hey…wait…Fi Fi…get me another, before you go!”

“Oh, fuck off Frank,” you growled at your father. You barely looked over your shoulder as you called out to Kev, “he’s broke and beyond plastered, Kev. Don’t give him any more tonight!”

“FUCK YOU, FI FI!”

“What do you mean, she told you to take Liam?”

“She picked up a shift at the arena...she told me to take him in for show and tell because of that birthmark on his back,” Debbie shrugged as you finished adjusting Liam on your hip, “want me to push?”

“Yes!” you agreed, handing the cart over to your little sister, “Fi said we’re out of milk and I need to get another card for hers and Lip’s phone. Do you and Carl need anything for school?”

“I want more markers…I want to run for class president and I need markers for posters. The old ones run out of stuff and I keep having to hold em in a cup of water to get the color out.”

“Can I get a candy bar?”

“What’d you get on your math test?”

“D!” he frowned.

You sighed and nodded your head, “we’re studying before I go to work…Deb, we’ll grab markers, paper, and tape and make a million posters while I’m quizzing Carl…you’ll be class president! I promise!”

“Really?” she asked lighting up.

“Wait, I can get a candy bar?”

“Yeah, but you’re studying with me when we get home! And you’re helping us make posters for Deb!”

“Deal!” he grinned, running off towards the registers.

“Fi doesn’t let him get a candy bar when she takes us Fi Fi…”

“Fi is doin’ the best she can…me and Ian don’t go through that many minutes, so I got a little extra cash for here and the squirrel fund…do you want a candy bar too?”

She smiled and nodded, “yes please…”

You leaned down and pressed a kiss to her temple, “I’ll take the cart. You make sure Carl ain’t stealin’ shit. Take Liam and grab him a sucker…and get me and Fi a bag of gummies. I gotta grab something in the back.”

“Okay!” she smiled, taking hold of Liam once again while you took the cart and headed to the back of the store. Looking up and down the aisle to make sure that neither of the kids were trailing after you, you knocked on the stock room door.

It opened and one of the stock kids nodded at you before closing the door, only to return with a brown paper bag a few seconds later.

“The new issue?” He nodded and you handed him two twenties, “good, you keep your mouth shut!”

“Same time next month when the next issue drops?”

"I guess...can you do any better than 40 though?"

"I only charge you $40 for a whole year of this gay shit...I'd be losing money if it was mine to lose," he groaned.

"I'll tell Colin to lay off hittin' the store up..."

"I'll give you a twenty back if you send me a pic of your tits..."

"Deal!" You nodded. He smirked and handed a twenty back, and he closed the door. Opening the paper bag, you looked in long enough to see the magazine you usually grabbed for Ian, and then you slipped the whole thing into your purse.

“FI FI?”

Turning down another aisle you saw your little sister, struggling with Liam and her art supplies, while Carl had his arms full of candy.

“Carl, what are you doing?”

“I couldn’t choose!” he shrugged.

“One, Carl…”

“But-“

“If you can’t decide you won’t get anything, and you’ll end up sharing gummies with me and Fi again…do you want that?”

“Fiona always eats all the gummies though!”

“Exactly!” you laughed, walking up and ruffling his hair, “I’ll tell you what…you get your candy bar, and you can pick one other thing…if you and me get your studying done, and we help Deb get all of her posters finished before I go to work, I’ll count it as my snack, and you can have it!”

“What about me?” Deb frowned.

“You get class president I’ll buy you that pair of sunglasses you’ve been eyeing up every week when we come in!”

“Really?”

“Really…now come on, guys. We only have three hours and I need to make sure that your homework is done, and dinner is started before Fiona gets back from that shift she picked up!”

“Alright!”

“FUCK YOU FI!”

“Hey…what the fuck is wrong?” she asked, eyes going wide as you burst through the door and threw your bag in the entry way, “why you screaming at me?”

“I fucking got canned because my boss said you and some asshole you were with fucking decked my bouncer!”

“Hey, he was being a dick!”

“She got robbed at that club!” V said quickly, a man between her legs while she cleaned a small wound on his head, “and when we called him out on not letting us back in after chasing the guy, he called Fi a junkie and a skank. Our boy Steve here, decked him.”

You stood stock still for a moment. The kids all eyed you guys down. Kev stepped to your side, “he decked Jimmy Clifton, Fi Fi…come on.”

“Come on, it’s after midnight,” you said firmly, ushering the kids upstairs while you gave up on the unwinnable argument that was brewing if you picked a fight with the new guy, “we got stuff to do tomorrow! You guys have school!”

“Fi Fi…”

“Sofia’s right!” your twin said, giving you a soft look before closing in on the kids from the other side, “you guys have stuff to do and it’s after midnight. Go. Move, move move!”

“Love you Fi!”

“Love you Fi Fi!”

The kids chorused as they walked up the stairs leaving you and your sister with V, Kev, and Steve.

“You really lost the gig at the club?”

You nodded at your sister and bit your lip, “that was a really good gig, Fi…made great tips…and tomorrow, Friday, and Saturday are big money nights! Those weekend tips kept us afloat when I could get the hours.”

“I’m sorry Fi Fi!” she sighed, hugging you, “we’ll figure something out though. We always do!”

“Fuck…” you sighed, relaxing into her arms, “I thought we were about to finally get ahead on this shit.”

“Never…”

“I’ll go tuck the kids in…you take care of your…friend…”

She smiled at you and let go. You gave her another smile, as you herded the kids back up the stairs and to their rooms.

“Deb…I’ll be in your room in a second. Lip, get Carl tucked in. Ian, I got the phone. Come to my room and we’ll trade off.”

He stopped up the hall and turned, following you back to your room. Closing the door behind you, you reached under the mattress and grabbed the thin paper bag. His eyes shot to the door for a moment before he grabbed it and slipped it under his shirt.

“Lip knows…”

You raised your brow, “you told him?”

He shook his head, “found the folder…”

“I told you that hiding it behind your dresser was a stupid idea…should have hid it under your mattress.”

“I think he’s okay with it…”

“Of course he is, Ian…you’re our brother…”

“I-I still don’t want to tell Fi…”

“Hey…” you sighed, cupping your little brother’s face in your hands, “no one is forcing you to tell anyone, I…”

He sighed, and pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly, “thank you Fi Fi…”

“Of course…” you sighed, holding onto him for another minute. When he let go, you gently smacked him on the ass and he laughed, “alright tiger. Time for bed. Say goodnight to your brothers and I’ll be in to check on Carl in a sec.”

“Thanks Fi Fi.”

You followed him out into the hall, and made your way to Deb’s room. She was waiting patiently in her bed for you to tuck her in.

“Sorry Fiona got you fired.”

“It’s okay,” you shrugged, making your way in, “I didn’t like that job anyways.”

“Liar,” she laughed. You looked down on a sleeping Liam and stroked his head, before making your way to your little sister. She crawled out from under the covers and into your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck, “you’ll find something else. You always do.”

“I know…”

“A-are we going to be okay?”

“We always are, Debs…” you reminded her, “me and Fi won’t let you down.”

“You never do!”

“Get into bed, munchkin,” you sighed, rubbing your little sister’s back. She mirrored your actions and crawled out of your arms and back into bed. Tucking her in, you pressed a kiss to her forehead, “love you, Debs.”

“Love you Fi Fi.”

You turned off the lights and made your way towards the boys room. Frowning to yourself you sighed when you heard noise downstairs.

No doubts, Fiona was fucking the guy she brought home.

You shook your head as you found your way into the boys room. Carl had already put his headphones on and was out like a light. You looked between your two other younger brothers, “you guys good?”

Lip nodded, “yeah…”

“Yeah.”

You nodded at both of them and leaned down to Carl’s bed. Pulling the covers up to his chin, you placed a kiss to his temple.

“Sorry about your job Fi Fi…”

“It’s okay, Lip…”

“I can kick in more if-“

“We’ll be fine! You two need to worry about school,” you said firmly, looking to your brother. You reached up to Lip’s bunk and ruffled his hair, “it’s your junior year, Lip…I want you focused and ready to graduate…”

“What about me?”

You smiled over your shoulder to Ian, “well you have to graduate…that’s not even a question. If me and Lip do it, so do you!”

He smiled, “Fi dropped out junior year!”

“And I know she regrets it!” you reminded him, “we’re working hard so that down the road you guys don’t have to. Even I’m continuing my education by being in college when I’m not working!”

“Online college doesn’t count!”

“I go to campus two days a week, mister!” you reminded your little brother as you playfully slapped him, “and when you graduate you better be joining me!”

“I will!” he promised, “SAT prep later? Think I got a few ways I can chip in!”

“Tomorrow after breakfast I have some time!” you agreed. He leaned down and you gave him a kiss on the cheek, before moving to Ian and doing the same thing to him, “pancakes or French toast?”

Ian smiled, “French toast!”

“Good choice!”

“SHIT SHIT SHIT!”

You raised a brow and looked once more between your brothers as Fiona appeared running up the stairs and bolting into your shared room.

“What the fuck was that?”

“I’ll figure it out. You two get to bed!” you confirmed, leaving the boy’s room and closing the door behind you.

“Oh…uh, hi!” Steve said awkwardly as you and your sister came to a head at him, “cops looking for you two?”

“Stay here!” you both sighed in unison. You followed your sister down the stairs. When you got to the bottom, you saw Tony and another officer dragging him into the house.

Your heart felt like it stopped.

Your father’s incoherent words seemed like they were falling on deaf ears as you tried to think of something to say. Tony didn’t even see you until they put Frank against the dish washer, “I wouldn’t put him near a carpet til his pants dry a bit-oh…Sofia…you’re home…I thought you normally worked at the club…Usually I drive you home after-“

“Got canned!” you frowned, “Fi’s new boy toy decked Clifton for calling her a skank.”

“Thanks Tony!” your sister frowned, giving you a glare, “You really gonna tell everyone that?”

“He usually gives me a ride home!” you said, pointing out the obvious, “would be awkward if he showed up and expected me to walk out at three AM and I’m nowhere to be seen.”

“Sorry about the job, Sofia…”

“Thanks…let me walk you back to your car…I think Fi and Steve were in the middle of a…conversation.”

Your sister flipped you off as Tony handed him Frank’s other shoe. You pulled Tony out the door and his partner chuckled at you, “I’ll leave you two alone for a second.”

“It’s fine, Ran-“

“Thanks!” you said firmly, cutting off your best friend. He gave you a faux glare, but it instantly turned into a smile when you pushed yourself against his chest, needing the comfort of his hugs.

“You okay?”

“Today’s been a shit day!” you admitted as you held him, “Fi let Debs take Liam to school as show and tell and Carl almost got to see you today when he tried to hide a pack of baseball cards in his pockets while we were shopping. And you know Frank…he was at the Alibi Room earlier, but I’m guessing Kev ignored me and gave him more anyways. And you know about the whole club thing now…And right before you walked in, while I was re-tucking the kids in, Fi was fucking that guy in the kitchen.”

“Hey…it’s okay,” he sighed, holding you tight, “things will get easier…and if you want to pick up some hours, I know that the chief loves when you stop by with some baked goods…and we just lost Janet to maternity leave…you could do some administrative work if you play your cards right.”

“And see your ugly mug every day?” you teased.

“I know for a fact you love this ugly mug!” he smirked, “otherwise you wouldn’t have fake married it when we were in head start.”

"And then you went behind my back and married Fiona when we were five."

"Come on you can't still be mad at that!" he teased.

“You were cuter when we were younger!” you pouted, "I forgave the five year old you, but not adult you!"

“Well I may not be cuter than when I was five, but you’ve definitely gotten cuter…”

A blush rose to your cheeks and you pulled away, “Tony…”

“Markovich!”

The two of you nearly jumped away from one another at the sound of his partner’s voice. He frowned, “so I-I’ll see you around sometime?”

“Well, I’m done at the club so I’ll be free tomorrow and Sunday night,” you offered, “do you work?”

“No…I’m off…come over Sunday night?” he asked, “mom misses seeing you around…sure she’d pull out all the stops.”

“Okay…” you agreed, wanting nothing more than to see him, “Sunday night!”

“Great! I’ll let her know. See you then!” he grinned. He leaned down and kissed your cheek, and you felt yourself swooning as he walked away.

Chapter 2

#shameless #season 1 #the pilot #the gallaghers #chicago #south side #fiona gallagher #lip gallagher #ian gallagher #debbie gallagher #carl gallagher #liam gallagher #veronica fisher #kevin ball #steve #tony markovich

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stairnaheireann · 1 year

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#OTD in 1972 – In what is to become known as Bloody Sunday, the British Army kills 13 civil rights demonstrators in the Bogside district of Derry. A 14th marcher later dies of his injuries.

Thirteen people were shot and killed when British paratroopers opened fire on a crowd of civilians in Derry. Fourteen others were wounded, one later died. The marchers had been campaigning for equal rights such as one man, one vote. Despite initial attempts by British authorities to justify the shootings including a rushed report by Lord Widgery exonerating the troops, the Saville Report which…

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#Bloody Sunday #Bogside Massacre #Creggan shops #Derry #Dublin #England #Ex-paratroopers #History of Ireland #Irish History #London #March #Northern Ireland #Paratroopers #Saville Report #TD Clare Daly

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Ooooh, if your requests are still open, I'd love to see how you think the boys of Easy Company would react to the reader revealing that she disguised herself as a boy to become a paratrooper to fight in the war 👀 (I love your writing btw!💖)

ohh i love this request! thank you!🌞

this kinda turned into "how did you disguise yourself as a man in easy and how the man found out" but i wanted to give some backstory😭

disguising yourself as a man to fight in a war seemed like a good idea at first

you thought it would be easy (hehehe)

and at first it was

you cut off all of your hair

you faked your medical examination

and then signed up for the paratroopers

you wanted to prove how capable of everything women are and frankly you wanted to be with the best

you wrapped bandages around your chest to cover your boobies, your bubbies, your bazookas

it was uncomfortable at first probably but you got used to it after some time

when you were ready and made sure you had everything, you had left to Toccoa

when you arrived at the camp nobody noticed (thankfully)

they would think that you don't look like a man but wouldn't mind much

if you are 5'4" or a little over that, they would probably poke fun at your height

"you tall enough to play yoyo?" said none other than bill guarnere

but they probably poked fun at all the short guys in the company like Perco or Luz (nothing too ruthless, it was all jokes)

doesn't matter if you were a little larger or skinny because there were various types of body men had (bull was kinda buffy while for ex. lieb was pretty skinny)

sobel would probably point out that you look a bit differently than the rest but eventually would let it go (he would say other mean things tho lol, hate this guy)

you made friends with a lot, but probably being the closest to Luz since you two arrived at the camp at the same time (and because he was fun)

everything was fine, you weren't falling behind anyone during exercises, you were actually better than some at running currahee and shooting

but there were some days you would suck at things

mainly due to the damn time of the month

you wanted to lay down all day when your cramps were bad but you couldn't obviously

yeah, you faked food poisoning once or twice but figured it wouldn't work well

so other times you would just try your best to cover your pain with pain killers and try no to bleed through your ODs

you hid your sanitary pads in your mattress as well as other things considered contraband in case of an inspection

the first man to find out about your secret identity was Skip

that bastard caught you changing your bandages one time and totally freaked out

after some threatening he kept his mouth shut

after Skip found out you tried even harder to cover up that you're a woman

but failed when Luz and Malarkey found out

you were scared

Luz has a big mouth

Makark's mouth never tends to close especially after alcohol so

but they were good friends and kept their mouth shut

fast forward to Normandy

you were injured during the assault at brecourt manor

grazed in the shoulder

you were dragged away by medics from the field

on your way back, you ran into Lipton

the company's mother

he rushed up to you and tried to patch you up

you refused to let him do so but then

he ripped open your ODs and found your chest covered in bandages

you had to tell him what's up

surprisingly lip took it well

yeah he freaked out a bit at first but then brushed it off

he began to treat you differently whenever none soldiers were there to see it

that man was so protective over you since that day

everyone just thought you and lip are Soo good friends and that's why he's around you a lot

in Bastogne bill found out

then buck found out

and toye

and then babe

soon it was like you had secret society in easy

you were all always together

then in Hagenau, Speirs found out

Ronald fucking Speirs

that man was scary but hell after he found out he didn't threaten to tell on you to Sink

thank you Ron <3

at the end of the war, you wanted to come clear with everyone

you told everyone in easy (which was scary asf)

but the boys were supportive and promised to keep that secret forever

dick was probably like "how did i never notice"

lewis was slightly heartbroken bc this man, the freaking intelligence officer, probably suspected something was off but never looked more into it

"couldn't you just tell me?" said probably liebgott

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marycorleone · 10 months

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Just a Dream, A Terrible Dream

Prompt: Hurt/Comfort, Underrated Characters

Joe Liebgott X F!OC, also Johnny Martin x F!OC and Chuck Grant x F!OC.

Include sex, threesome f/m/m

Joe wake up after an awful dream, but Mary is sleeping beside him.

It was the end of the war and the men of Easy Company were at the Eagle's Nest. It wasn't the end of the discussions for Lieb and Mary. Oh, no! Joe Liebgott was the hottest guy in Easy Company and he knew it. He flirted with other girls, thinking that Mary Corleone never saw him flirting. She saw him flirting on every occasion.

This lasted until a couple of days ago when Joe broke up with a female paratrooper. Liebgott was drinking and thinking about his ex fiancee. Bull Randleman told him.

"You should apologize to Mary. Before some other guy finds her. Y'know she won't be alone for long."

"And do you think I don't know that?" Joe replied.

"The faster you apologize, the faster you will be in her arms. Remember, friends help each other." Randleman gestured toward a nearby table and went to sit down. Joe knew that Bull was right, fucking right! He needed to apologize to Mary because he knew she wouldn't stay alone for very long.

Mary had just finished her bath when heard someone knocking at the door.

"Johnny? Chuck? What are you doing here?"

"Mary" Chuck was smirking and he replied "We came to talk with you."

"What?" Mary was only wearing her nightgown, so she put only her head out the door.

Johnny and Chuck looked at each other and smiled again.

Joe visited the house after Chuck and Johnny got there.He got the worst surprise of his life when he saw Mary, Chuck and Johnny naked. Mary and Grant were sitting on the sofa. Chuck was kissing and biting her shoulder as Johnny was kneeling between her legs, sucking on her sex. Mary had her hands on Martin's head, telling him,

"Johnny, calm down, I'm almost ready to come." Chuck told her. "Shh, Mary. It's my turn after Johnny gets done." She turned her head to kiss Chuck, while Johnny felt her breasts. No one saw Liebgott. He was quiet as he watched two guys fucking his ex-fiancee. Joe thought that Martin and Grant were his friends.

"No!" Leib screamed. This woke Mary and she shouted, "Shit, Joe! I was sleeping! What fuckin' happened?" Lieb replied "I had a bad dream!" She asked him.

"You woke me up screaming because of a dream? You're crazy, Liebgott! We need to go back to sleep because we have the Easy Company reunion to attend later today."

"Fuck!"

When the couple arrived at the reunion, Lieb saw Johnny Martin arriving with his wife, Pat Martin. Mary said "hello" to them, and Lieb stayed in silence.

The couple found a table and Mary cursed her husband.

"You were so eager for this reunion. What fuckin happened?"

"Nothing."

"You’re sick."

"Again?"

"Yes, again. You’re sick, Joe Liebgott."

After a silent moment, Joe called his wife.

"Mary?"

"So."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"We will stay together till our death's day. Right?

"Why this question now?"

"Mary, I need you to answer me."

"Yes. We will…"

He cut her with a kiss.

"Mary, I love you, with all my heart."

#hbowardaily #bobweek2023 #band of brothers #joe liebgott #ross mccall #kaya scodelario #joseph liebgott #bull randleman #johnny martin #chuck grant #hbo war #dream

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mechanicalinertia · 10 months

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STMPD Reviews Black Lagoon Fanfiction: BigCountry75's Redneck of Roanapur

This one was recommended to me by a dude on the Black Lagoon subreddit, and I clicked on it somewhat reluctantly. It started well enough, I flipped through a few later chapters and it was pretty cool, but it's 288K words, folks. Moby fucking Dick is 209K words. And while it's true that many, many fics are longer than Moby Dick, or indeed most officially published works, there was just something about it. I was reluctant to read an OC-centric Black Lagoon fic, though, because new-guy-comes-into-town-and-fucks-shit-up rarely works in BGC fanfic, so why should it work in this case?

I needn't have worried. Redneck of Roanapur is well-written, fairly competently characterized, and like Bullets, my previous review, relentlessly fun. Reading it over the past two weeks on-and-off has been a fairly good experience, and, too, an exercise in how (in my eyes) to make a fic defined by one Cool Original Character really work.

In that light, if I want to talk about RoR, I have to talk about its main character, a dude from the boonies of Michigan known as Country. No, really, that's the name he gets, nothing else. And, well... okay, the one thing that might sink this fic for you is that when it's told from his first-person perspective, his, uh, accent is written down in the prose. This can be annoying at times, but in all honesty it isn't as annoying as you'd think it would be, because as far as quasi-authorial inserts go, he still describes things clearly enough to make everything work. His spelling's intentionally off, but his grammar isn't. Ergo, I can read it without being annoyed.

So: Country is an ex far-right militiaman who ditched his former comrades in True Patriotism, and in his effort to leave the country stole a goddamn WW2 B-24 and hightailed it blindly to Roanapur. Yeah. That's it. That's his backstory. He gets his hands on another WW2-era fighter plane later, too.

Okay, so compare that to other various OC-centric Lagoon fics which will not be named, ones starring ex-CIA operatives and elite soldiers with more conventionally troubled pasts and their skills mostly centering around the shooting of guns. They're cool in the loosest sense, but I find most of them incredibly boring, and the fic has to work harder to get around that more often than not. (Success is possible, but I've only seen like one guy pull it off.) Country is more interesting to me because a) his backstory is more out-there but still plausible, it's a backstory you don't see every day, and b) he has a unique set of skills that other characters in Lagoon don't have to the same extent.

I mean, think about it. Those two elements are what make an interesting Black Lagoon character in the actual franchise. Roberta with her FARC training and maid getup; Balalaika's Soviet paratrooper glory days and how far she's fallen; Ginji the yakuza who can literally deflect bullets. There's something that makes all these characters more than just ex-spooks or mercs with training. Some eccentricity. Some wackiness. Some small amount of historical grounding. Country has that, even if his backstory isn't super important. Country has his WW2-era planes, which are fun as hell to watch him and Lagoon Company use. So, he fits right in.

Anyway, Country lands in Roanapur, gets hooked up to the Lagoon Company to use the B-24 as a courier aircraft, and pretty quickly things get weird. See, not only does Country piss off the head of a non-canon crime syndicate pretty quickly in a bar fight, but said syndicate head is tied to a nameless Doctor and his equally nameless Benefactor, who are searching for guinea pigs to do immortality / resurrection experiments on. The Doctor resurrects Hansel and Gretel successfully, they escape, they wind up at the airfield Lagoon Company now occupies. So they're hanging out, raised by the team to not be total murderous monsters, and eventually they attract the attention of the Doctor and his Benefactor, who turns out to be a powerful American politician with ties to Extra Order, the Not-Executive-Outcomes PMC from the first arc of Lagoon. Pretty soon, Lagoon Company and their patrons are duking it out with that one non-canon syndicate and EO in short order, culminating in an epic battle for the fate of the city, all of which is just incredibly fun to read in its sheer paramilitaristic ultraviolence.

Anyway the fic swings between that violence and a lot of surprisingly cutesy shipping. Country falls in love with Sawyer, for one, and that doesn't feel weird, doesn't feel self-insert-y, it makes sense for how the characters are being written in that context... Rock and Revy finally get together... Shenhua and Lotton get together, which I'm kinda iffy on but what the heck... Chang and Balalaika hook up in secret... Even Eda and Dutch pair up as secret agents! So everything is very slice-of-life-y when military planning and blowing things up isn't the order of the day. Oh, and Leigharch comes back towards the end, which is great because I always liked him. In fact, I think that's the main flaw in the fic: the ending feels way too cute and tidy for something like Black Lagoon, a franchise where endings, I feel, need to be ambiguous at best and depressing as hell at worst. It undermines the fun one has reading Country and the Lagoon Company operate a bomber to blow the everloving shit out of a PMC submarine base, or drug fields, or mansions, or whatever. It's an ending that feels at once natural for the fic, but not as earned as it could be.

But beyond that, Redneck of Roanapur is a simple, long, but super-fun thrill ride. If you're looking for something silly to read over the long summer months, flip through this and enjoy yourself.

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Can you do BoB boy(s) of choice for the idea of them and their crush running into the reader's ex who she broke up with before the war and clearly wants her back?

Always Best to Believe in One's Self

Bill Guarnere x reader

A/N: I saw a dealer's choice prompt and immediately got waaayyy too carried away with it at four am. I decided to go with Guarnere because he's my favorite, and I can't believe I haven't written something for him yet. Thanks for the request, anon, and I hope you like it 💕 (This is written for the fictional depiction from the show. Absolutely no disrespect to the real life veterans!)

Warnings: war, sexism, a badly written kiss scene (I think that's it)

Everything that happened since Doc Roe handed out the airsickness pills has been a blur. You can remember squeezing the hands of your friends as you lined up, remember the muttered prayers as the plane took off, hearing the air crackle and pop with fire from the Luftwaffe, and even the icy drop as you hurled yourself out of the plane and your static-line unhooked. Hitting the ground is a disorienting affair, and when you realize that you made the jump of a lifetime and made it, adrenaline makes your heart race like machinegun fire.

You blink, trying to orient yourself in the inky night around you. Other men are landing, some cursing, some letting out small sighs of relief, and some -- you close your eyes to avoid seeing the terrible sight -- are getting tangled up in trees.

A few feet away, you see a figure land lightly on the ground. You would know that silhouette anywhere; the sight is so comforting that you're almost thankful for all of Sobel's nighttime marches and drills.

Bill's soft cursing as he removes his parachute spurs you into action. You're by his side in a second, and when he sees you, his hands immediately caress your face in the darkness. "(Y/N), are you okay?"

Whatever has been going on between the two of you has been simmering since you first arrived in Toccoa. Now, the cocktail of adrenaline, whatever was in that medicine, and fear has brought it to a boil. (All that, and what Bill had said right before you boarded the plane. Right after you thought you . . . Nevermind. Not here.)

You kiss him then, in the middle of the field you've landed in, before you can lose your nerve and before you can lose each other in this unfamiliar place. Because anything can happen in the unknown, in this shaky, scary place.

But Bill is firm. Despite the grief and the anger that have clung to him since he opened that letter, he's solid. And he's here.

"Yes. Are you?" You ask when you break the kiss.

His smile is like a star in the darkness. "Well if I wasn't before, I sure am now."

If you thought jumping out of the plane was frightening, nothing prepares you for anything that happens next. And this time, you see it all, remember it all, without the loopiness that accompanies the airsickness pills to dull any of it.

When the airsickness pills have worn off, there's nothing to dull the slap in the face that is finding out you won't be taking Brécourt Manor . . . but that Bill will be.

"You're needed for an . . . alternative assignment," Nixon explains as you're led away from the rest of the company and into the town.

"Let me guess."

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). But they need you."

The urge to roll your eyes and sigh is strong, but you manage to hold it in. This is the price you pay for being one of the first female paratroopers. Hell, they told you it would be this way the minute you were accepted into the program.

Being one of the only women makes you stand out. It means that many of the men take a liking to you just because you're one of the only women that they've seen in a long time -- just like how many of them instantly fall in love with their nurses in the hospitals. But for many men, you present them with a challenge. And when morale is running low, that means the female soldiers find themselves making the rounds, always smiling, always with a positive attitude, always acting like nothing is wrong, so that the men -- not wanting to be outdone by a woman -- will raise their morale. "The kick in the pants that they need to get back into action," Colonel Sink had once explained to you.

You almost berate yourself. You shouldn't complain -- not when you just survived the jump. And besides, it'll be a distraction until the rest of Easy gets back.

And distraction is exactly what you find.

Men from other companies call out greetings to your familiar face as you walk among them, offering to help scrounge up supplies, or even just to help soldiers who are trying to find their friends. It's kind of nice, to have so many people know who you are and smile when they see you. If that's what Judy Garland or Rita Hayworth feel like all the time, then maybe acting could be your post-war career.

But someone isn't smiling at you. You can feel it the minute that he notices you. The shock, the disbelief as you carefully avoid looking anywhere but him as you greet men and offer words of encouragement. And when you finally step into an empty barn to take a break from the spotlight and catch your breath, he's definitely not smiling when he steps into the building behind you.

"I thought it was you," James says. James, who you never thought that you would have the displeasure of seeing again.

You don't speak. What is there to say, after all? You keep your back to him, facing the wall.

After an awkward moment, he clears his throat, and the sound sets you on edge the way the sound of silverware rubbing together does. "You, uh . . . You look good, (Y/N). I'm glad to see you."

"Thanks."

Another moment of silence, this time broken by a sigh. "You not glad to see me?"

"Why would I be?" You turn to face him just in time to see the surprise that flickers across his face. "We broke up, remember?" He starts to sputter out a response, but something hot is boiling in your chest that you just can't let rest. "'Glad to see me'. That's rich. You didn't even want me here."

"Oh, come on --"

"No," you snap. "I had the opportunity to be one of the first female paratroopers, and you told me not to take it, because 'the war wouldn't be the place for me'."

"I was trying to protect --"

"Yeah, well, you should have supported me instead. You should have believed in me." It's like the air has been sucked out of the barn. It's dry and hot and hard to breathe, all the dust and left-over animal smells coating your throat. All those words you should have thrown at him back home tumble out so hot, and the atmosphere of the barn is so dry, that it feel like a flame could catch and send the whole place up in flames.

"When I enlisted, I wrote you letters," James says finally. "You never replied. Finally, your mother wrote me back, saying that you had become a paratrooper and to stop trying to contact you." His voice softens, and so do his eyes. "I was so afraid for you. At my camp, I looked everywhere for you, but never found you among the female troopers. And then yesterday, before the jump, I could have sworn that I saw you."

It had been him, then. The all too familiar face that you thought you saw before getting on the plane. Right after you talked to Bill . . .

"(Y/N)," James says, dragging your attention back into the moment. "I'm sorry. For everything. And I just thought . . . Both of us surviving the jump and ending up here -- I don't know -- feels like a sign."

The last time you had seen James, you had told him about how you had the chance to be a paratrooper, and how you wanted to take it. He had told you war wasn't the place for you -- for a woman.

"But I believe in this cause!" You had argued. "I believe I can do it!"

"Well, maybe you should believe in it in the way other women do," he had suggested. "By volunteering to roll band-aids for the Red Cross, or by being a nurse."

The memory leaves a sour taste in your mouth. Knowing that someone you love doesn't believe in you is one of the worst feelings in the world.

But there is someone who believes in you -- someone you love -- and that knowledge is like a small flame that warms your chest, coming straight from your heart.

The previous night, before seeing James in the crowd, before getting on the plane, Bill had pulled you aside. He wore his grief like a heavy coat. You had heard about the letter he found talking about his brother's death. Bill Guarnere, tough as nails, wanted to talk about his feelings with you of all people, you had assumed, almost flattered.

His bottom lip had been chapped from where he had been chewing it. "I gotta tell ya something."

"Okay."

"This whole thing with my brother . . . Death can get anyone. You don't think it can, and then it does. And that makes you wonder, who will it take next?" His eyes had roamed the airfield, flicking between your friends, the planes, the sky, and finally, you. "I need you to know something before we get on that plane and jump."

You had never seen Bill look nervous before. He was one of the bravest and most upbeat men you had ever met, and something about the way that sadness shadowed his eyes looked unnatural on him.

"I love you, (Y/N). I want you to know that, in case something happens."

You had clutched his hand in yours, trying to anchor him. What could you say, to a confession like that? I love you, I love you. "I love you too. And nothing is going to happen to us, because we're too stubborn to let it."

His laugh had been loud, but it was muffled by the unmistakable lump in his throat. "I know that. We're gonna make it. I believe that with all my heart."

Feels like a sign my ass, you think, glaring at James.

"No," you say firmly.

"What?"

"If it's a sign, then it's one that you were wrong," you spit the words like machinegun fire, and they do their job; he looks like he's been hit.

His eyes widen with the initial shock. You narrow yours in response. You grew up with James, know his weaknesses, where the chinks in his armor hide. For all his bravado, he's easy to intimidate when you set your mind to it . . . You've just never tried it before.

He fumbles. "There's someone else, isn't there?"

You nod. If he's suggesting that your love for someone else is the only reason that you don't want to give him another chance, he's wrong. You're about to tell him so when he scoffs.

"Does he believe in you, (Y/N)?"

"Yes," a familiar voice says from the doorway of the barn. "And I have from the second I saw her."

"Who the hell are you?"

Bill stands tall as he strides into the barn, straight passed James and to your side. "I could ask you the same question. Why are you botherin' my girl?"

James splutters. "Your girl?"

"That's right." Bill nods. "And for the record, she's just as capable, if not more so, of being a paratrooper than half the men I've met during this war. You better believe that, pal."

Poor, easily intimidated James looks between the two of you. His eyes plead with you. They look innocent enough, but you've come to know the anger that lives there.

"James," you say. "If this is a sign, then it's one that you better get lost."

Before becoming a paratrooper, you never would have been able to speak to him that way. But now, after all you've seen, it's as easy as talking to one of the men in your company. There's been a change in you, and James must see it, because he finally nods once to you, once to Bill, and then storms out of the barn.

You both physically relax once he goes. Bill claps you on the back the way he used to after a successful run up Currahee. (Back when he used to have to look for excuses to be close to you, to touch you.)

"Your girl?" You ask once you feel like you've caught your breath.

"Yeah, well --" Bill shrugs. "-- I confessed my love for you, you macked one on me after the jump . . . I kind of thought we had a thing." He raises an eyebrow in that way he's always done when he's teasing you. It's always made your heart pound, but now even more so.

You punch his arm good-naturedly -- just like you used to back in Toccoa when you were just as busy trying to find ways to be close to him -- before pressing yourself into his side. The move makes it feel official, somehow.

"Hmm. Actually, I think it's more that you're my boy," you tease, raising an eyebrow in a half-hearted impression of him. "And you better believe that."

#this was originally going to be headcanons but I got carried away aaahhhhh #bill guarnere #bill guarnere x reader #guarnere x reader #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers fanfic #my writing

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