#don malarkey x reader
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band of brothers: types of kisses hc
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[dick winters]
cautious kisses
dick does not like pda only because he's extremely private and wants your relationship to be for the two of you only... no matter how nosy nix is
but there still are occasional kisses to your cheek when he’s more relaxed in front of other officers
he's tender and careful too; dick is always cupping your face, a thumb brushing across your cheek or brushing hair away from your face
dick is always very gentle and a little unsure at times
especially at the beginning of your relationship, he feels incredibly inexperienced, or at the very least, out of practice
he’s very okay with you taking the lead when kissing because he doesn't want to do anything wrong
dick is tentative and private but very into it... it's a good thing he has an insane amount self discipline because otherwise he would be kissing you 24/7
[lewis nixon]
speaking of self discipline… lew does have it but he also chooses to ignore it most of the time, if he wants to kiss you then he's going to kiss you
so many morning kisses
honestly just anytime in bed because lew plays fast and loose with 'morning' and sleep cycles
absolutely never wants to get up, has to be coaxed with a lot of kisses and cuddling, it is a huge ordeal
he always kisses with some degree of mess, a little uncontrolled, perhaps a little desperate
a lot of sudden kisses too like you think you're safe and then boom he’s all of the sudden in the room, pulling you towards him
will take advantage of any opportunity no matter how small... does he have any shame? (no, not really)
lew does shockingly get a little shy sometimes about pda though
“i don’t want to rub it in their faces…" he'll insist, "y'know... what they don’t have”
sureeee... the blush on his cheeks says otherwise though
[carwood lipton]
carwood's speciality is definitely comforting kisses
lip is always paying attention to you and what you need and how you feel and that extends to physical affection
always wants you to feel okay, better than okay, great
and if a kiss can make you feel better then he’s more than willing to oblige
affection between the two of you is every casual and common, always kissing, holding hands, some sort of physical touch
constantly smiling in between kisses
he’s just that happy and loves you so much
but the comforting kisses & affection goes both ways
kissing the stress and worry away from his face and tracing his scar with your thumb before kissing it gently, your noses almost touching after you pull away to catch your breath, the two of you wearing twin smiles
and whenever you say goodbye or reunite, you both try not to make a scene, but it's always a little bit of a scene tbh... like having to be without carwood's kisses for a week is basically criminal
all the other men think it's extremely cute though, don't worry
[ron speirs]
stolen kisses (haha)
even his kisses are stolen!
he will always come out of nowhere and will always find time for a smooch
every time you think surely ron isn't in this area, he's supposed to be somewhere else, he's not in this building... you are proven wrong
is incredibly good at carving out time to see you... and finding private places for the two of you
like he's definitely scoped a few places out before he goes to find you
one time you were in his office kissing and someone knocked on the door and he huffs and pouts because he has to break away from you, even if it's only for a second- he's not happy about it
ron barks out, “not now," before returning to you will a warm, soft smile
heavy on kisses instead of words
ron is very physical...whenever you finally pull away from a kiss... you can always see things/emotions in his eyes that you know he's not ready to say yet and finds difficult to articulate
[don malarkey]
soooo many shy kisses
okay yes, don is kind of unhinged (stealing a motorcycle, drinking methanol, etc) but not with relationships... like flirting?? kissing??
he's still incredibly enthusiastic about your relationship... very much so
but he gets really shy around you, especially with kissing
turns beet red so easily, like you love kissing him and pulling away to see him blushing all the way up to the tips of his ears <3
it's just so fun and he's having a great time... and don cannot hide his emotions or what he’s thinking so whatever he's thinking always comes out when you're kissing
"god, you're beautiful. you should bring this dress to paris when we go next weekend. oh- y'know what, skip still owes me that $40 i lent him. i really need that for next week's pass so-"
"don," you interrupt gently, brushing a hand across his jaw
he'll blush and smile sheepishly, "right, i'm shutting up, back to kissing..."
he's shy yet so excited and wants to do everything right, willing to learn and wants to learn, and just wants his inner emotions and love for you translate with physical affection
and it definitely does! don is extremely endearing and you love him for it
[joe toye]
joe's kisses are always very intense
his eye contact, his touch, his raspy voice… everything is intense in the best way possible
his hands already feel like fire, so warm against your own skin
he loves just laying next to you in bed, just observing you and taking it all in
his passion definitely goes along with the intensity
he's also extremely private about affection with you, just because it means so much to him
tends to get vulnerable and emotional very easily
and really likes pillow talk and just listening to your voice, your stories, and your perspective
he likes your reassurance too, your love, he's never felt anything like this before
so whenever he can manage to have free time alone with you, he's always savoring it
joe could kiss you for hours, he truly loves taking it all in, going slow, and savoring the time you have together
[george luz]
late night kisses are a staple for the two of you
george gets so excited being with you he doesn't want to sleep
the biggest sleepover vibes
like you both very seriously decide to go to bed but then george says something funny or does his dike impression and then you both start laughing and talking again
and kissing again, sometimes the impressions are so good you have to reward him
you guys have a lot of late nights because of this
also do kisses for warmth and sharing body heat count?
huddling in a foxhole together, in the thick of it together, like yes they don't have much food, supplies, or ammo but george is not going to let them take kisses away from him too
oh my god, laughing in between kisses
sometimes he really can’t take himself that seriously
george is like don and gets very excited
he just feels so lucky to have you and has to kiss you accordingly
kissing you and just being with you can make him a little emotional… a happy little high
cigarettes have nothing on you and your kisses!
[babe heffron]
babe is kind of like a baby deer, he's a little clumsy and sometimes unsure but he's definitely got the spirit
he is confident but he does tend to second guess himself when it comes to you, he just doesn't want to mess anything up.
like what if he uses too much tongue or he headbutts you on accident... he's just overthinking it
and sometimes you just have to grab his arm and pull him toward you and kiss him yourself
when you're alone, babe lovesss laying on your chest letting you run your fingers through his hair and kissing his forehead... but don't tell anyone
jk he doesn't care if anyone knows (and they absolutely do know)
and the guys can't even tease him that hard about it, that's much everyone loves babe... they're just happy for him tbh
babe definitely gets a little needy sometimes like where’s his daily kiss allotment :(
and he can get clingy... will 100% wrap his arms around, you pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder just because he hasn't seen you that much today
[eugene roe]
tired kisses are a doc roe staple
poor eugene, he's exhausted and jaded... a lot of the time… and the rest of the company gives the two of you space as often as they can because they know how much your presence helps him
tired kisses as in he is putting in effort but his lips don't move as fast or as needy
he's more languid and calm, and it's very enticing
forehead kisses too omg
he lovesss when you kiss his forehead; pull him against your body, your chest, your arms and he feels safe and secure
he likes kissing the top of your head too, his nose in the crown of your hair while murmuring something in french
you catch various words in french that after spending so much time with gene you can understand now
like mon ange, mon amour, ma moitié (my better half? sobbing)
your presence is so grounding for him and makes him feel more normal, like he's not constantly surrounded by death and pain
you make him feel like he doesn't have to be constantly on edge, like he can take his helmet off and not be on alert, like he hasn't totally lost himself in his job... your kisses are so grounding for him
[buck compton]
a lot of reassuring kisses
like sometimes he just has to kiss the worry off of your face
and vice versa, towards the end of the war it's not even just kisses but your presence and touch alone become extremely reassuring for him
but also... buck can be so cocky sometimes, he loves showing you off
you secretly (not so secretly) love it... like sorry it's hot
like once when the two of you were at a pub in england... he's gambling, he's drinking, he's smoking, and ofc he's kissing you!
what else is he supposed to do when he wins at darts or cards... come on
the guys hype him up and just hide their jealousy because you and buck very often seem like relationship goals
he's always touching you, like usually has a firm grip around your waist
always laughing together, everything you do together automatically seems so intimate
like in a room with the other guys... they do feel like they're intruding
just because you and buck are in the corner laughing and talking together, the love and intimacy feels like it takes over the entire room
it's just so passionate and obvious he's head over heels and that definitely comes across in his kisses
[joe liebgott]
joe's kisses strike me as tender but demanding and needy at the same time
he's a taker.... but also a giver so it evens out
some very, very eager kisses
like pushing you up against a wall, hand sliding up your thigh and mouth working down your neck...
joe is a great multitasker!
accidentally bites your lip once, it wasn't that hard or anything but he went bright red and was apologizing profusely, but also was like, "did you like it though..."
(you did but...)
bottom line is joe's just a tiny bit feral around you at all times honestly
you never know when he’s going to pull you into his lap and kiss you and you both loveeee when you sit on his lap
the men are very used to it by now
he also likes living on the edge, like who cares if the patrol's supposed to be back any minute now and could walk in at any time?
messy kisses like his mouth is just everywhere basically, he wastes absolutely no time
he is so noisy: whines, groans, moans, laughs, you get everything with joe
also loves when you tug and pull on his hair while kissing, he specifically requests it
but joe can also get incredibly soft and sweet and tender but that's strictly for your eyes only... he has a reputation to uphold ofc
he totally blows you kisses whenever one of you leaves the room... it starts ironically but now he really does enjoy doing it
[david webster]
oh david is just so romantic
like definitely over the top romantic... it's so serious to him
he's read enough (a lot) romance novels and craves that book and movie worthy relationship and love
his life IS a victorian romance novel and he will act accordingly
everyone else thinks it's incredibly cheesy but you think it’s really cute
it means so much passion whenever he's talking about you, talking to you, kissing you, etc
he's always trying to think of the right words to say and you’re like “david, just kiss me please”
ofc he obliges and he is very good at it
his touch is just always so tender, you can feel the passion and love through his kisses
he's a little hesitant sometimes, starts off slow but it's extremely easy to get him worked up and make him lose some of that self control that he works so hard to maintain and portray
[floyd talbert]
confident kisses
yeah... yeah, what more is there to say
floyd just has a way (from a lot of practice) with his mouth
he's also very attentive and is always surveying how you're reacting and feeling, always wants to make you feel good and lovesss watching your reactions
he loves when you make noises of surprise or pleasure, he always ends up grinning into your kiss, he just thinks it's sooo cute
however i do think the more serious your relationship gets and the more feelings that are attached, the more likely he gets nervous... just a little bit
but that's more with relationship things
the kissing he has down pat for sure
takes the lead, cups your cheek, always knows what to do with his hands and the perfect the angle to tilt his head
will sometimes stop super close to your lips and just grin, teasing kisses
floyd loves having all of your attention to himself, when you loop your arms around his neck, when your lips are on his face, when you're talking quietly only for him to hear, when you're the only one that actually calls him floyd, ugh he just melts
[shifty powers]
shifty is the absolute king of gentle kisses
like so so shy
especially at the beginning of your relationship, you definitely have to kiss him first and initiate everything
he's so scared of reading the moment wrong and messing everything up
which you always reassure him that he won't
he has literally the entire company hyping him up, they've been waiting for y'all to get together for basically years now
but once he's more comfortable, he's always wrapping his arms around you, smiling, and kissing you freely
he struggles to articulate all love and emotions he's feeling but you still love listening to him talk about it
he just blurts out "i love you so much" one day after kissing, when you're laying in bed in austria
and he immediately looks terrified, not that he regrets what he said because he most certainly means it, but he doesn't know what you're going to say
but it's only a few seconds before you grin and throw your arms around him, "i love you too," you mutter before kissing him, a little more intense, and with a little more fervor than your usual kisses
[bill guarnere]
his nick name of wild bill definitely applies to his kissing style
absolutely wild
sometimes borderline unhinged
especially if he's been drinking or partying
but also... if it's the two of you alone, having a mellow morning or night, bill does get soft
the other guys aren't even surprised by that, they know he has a soft and gentle side to him, they can see it whenever you're with him
bill is sporting a basically permanent smile while watching you
trying to burn the visual of you into his brain so he can keep it forever
his kisses are encapsulating and very distracting
he hates seeing you upset or stressed and he uses kisses and physical affection to help
loves holding you and being the big spoon
and you love it too
it's soooo comforting
and it's never easy to not be constantly reminded that you're in the middle of a war, about to jump into france, etc, but with him, his firm arms around you, it's a little easier to forget
[chuck grant]
chuck strikes me as very confident, kind of like tab
he just wants to appreciate you!
and shower you with love
he will never run out of ways and words to compliment you
he's been admiring you from afar for sooo long, now that your in his arms it feels incredibly surreal
his kisses are always firm and secure
and chuck really likes when you take the lead and take what you want from him
being away from you always stirs something extremely confident and desperate in him
really enjoys holding your hand
always having physical contact with you, that's a necessity
ooo... he loves having a hand on your thigh
especially if he can sneak it under the table during dinner or a meeting
just his hand sliding up and down, gripping and then releasing, and then looking at his innocent yet knowing smile...
that definitely leads to some intense kisses, your hands running through his hair, hand cupping his jawline, you leading the show
he lovesss getting a reaction from you
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Would you please write a headcanon for Malarkey, Babe, Chuck, Shifty, Liebgott, Winters (and anyone else you'd like to do) about them seeing you dressed "like a girl" for the first time. I mean all pin up looking and everything (tastefully of course though). Maybe you had to wear army fatigues just like the rest of the guys (and of course no makeup or ability to do your hair or wash everyday) and that's the only way they've really ever seen you. But you finally get the chance to really dress up for once (you're a girly girl). I'd love to know what you see their reactions being.
Oooooo being a girly girl myself I LOVE this concept!!
Easy Boys x Reader - how they react to you dressed up.
Don Malarkey:
Normally Don would just muck around with you, he’d think you’re beautiful either way but he feels comfortable with you to joke around like he would similar to how he is with the guys.
so when you walk into that pub one day all dressed up like one of those pin up girls he’d seen in the magazines? Good lord-
Eyes pop out of his head fr.
double takes- cos he’s so mf stunned like- it ignites something deep inside of his body and every single inch of his body is on fire.
I feel like he’d sorta look at you differently when you’re having a conversation, like he’d be smiling and blushing- I think he’d be stammering, maybe he couldn’t hold eye contact as often?
like he’d suddenly stop throwing jokes in your direction and actually engages in a more quieter and normal? Conversation. Like you’d probably be so confused until one of your friends tells you why you’re so nervous.
unlike the other guys, I don’t think he’d make a move, not that night anyway. He’d probably be too nervous. I think after that he’d be a little more nervous around you, maybe he’d be fearful some other guy has swooped you up before he could???
Babe Heffron:
I feel like Babes reaction would depend on if he’s had a few to drink or not. But let’s say he’s sober?? We’ll set the scene in Austria, you finally have access to pretty clothes and makeup again- which you missed so dearly throughout the war.
slowly you’re doing yourself up again, getting used to being around the men all dressed up- I think it would be super nerve wracking.
Ofc all the men notice cos their jaws are on the floor, but Babe’s mind is lost. He knows that he feels the strongest out of all of these guys, you took such good care of him in Bastogne and his soft spot for you becomes well- a big fat crush that he can no longer hide.
He takes some hyping up from Ramirez and whoever else before he scurries up besides you, walking as smoothly at he can, looking all handsome in his uniform.
“Hey y/n.”
“oh hey, Babe!”
“you look real pretty y’know.”
then it would be your turn to be a blushing mess, he’s grinning towards you with a sparkle in his eyes, and although he’s nervous the genuine desire and longing for you is obvious.
“Thank you, Babe! You look real good in your uniform too.” He doesn’t expect you to throw a compliment back so for a second he’s turned away from you with a shit eating grin on his face.
“Yeah well, ya’ hair looks real nice too.” The boys deffo told him to compliment your hair and your eyes- and that’s what script he sticks to at first before growing enough confidence to genuinely compliment everywhere else on your face (and body??)
Ur bum looks real good in the dress you were, and if Babe thought you were beautiful in your army fatigues, oh my goddddddd-
Babes just a sucker, he often looks stunned and in awe of you- because that’s what he would be, real complimentary to the point you have no option but to just kiss him.
plus at the end of the night when you two have spent some time together, he loves to twist his finger through the loosened curls in your hair.
Chuck Grant:
Probs one of the men that giggles and woops at you when you walk into the small pub the troops have taken over in Holland.
ofc it’s all fun and games they’re ur friends and by no means are objectifying you.
but anyway Chuck is all amused at first, but his smile slowly fades when he feels the fluttering of his heart and stomach and oh fuck- he’s in love with you.
he knew it before, but now seeing the way all these men are looking at you in your pretty dress with your hair and makeup all done- noooo, he has to make you his there and then.
“Later, suckers.” He’d take a last swig of his drink before carrying it in his hand, sliding away from the table and approaching you. At first he’s oozing with confidence, hyped up from his cheering friends, but when he actually gets close and sees your red painted lips smiling up to him he’s a gonner.
“Uh hey… can I sit?” He awkwardly spokes, it’s a little funny but you’d find him so cute and ofc he’s fucking handsome asf so you oblige.
Accidentally stares in awe when you’re topping your lipstick up.
“You want some?” You’d tease and his lips would pull into a charming smile. “Yeah, but not from the stick.”
oooo the flirtation would be on the second he gets a little buzzed from the alcohol, you’re clearly flirting back and not to sound rude because it’s obviously consensual- but Grant can’t keep his hands to himself.
seriously he’s never seen your body so…. Tight? Like your outfit is still modest but hugging you in all the right places, if you move onto his lap at some point in the night he’ll probs get a boner.
deffo goes back to his bed that night with a smirk and red lipstick stains everywhere.
Shifty Powers:
Ugh shifty, shifty, shifty, where do I start?
yeah he’s super respectful and sweet, we all know that, but he deffo has a smart side to him. Let me explain.
when you walk into that ‘pub’ in Austria, all dolled up, he’s smirking and hiding behind his cup, eyes roaming a little too far down your body than he intends to.
he’s love struck, like he already knew you were the most beautiful thing on this planet, but now you’re a god damn Angel.
but when you’d come to sit with him out of all the other guys, again, he’d be smirking behind his pint glass.
“Y’know you look real beautiful, Y/n.” He’d give you the most genuine and kind compliment you’ve received all night, he’d hook his arm around yours to walk you somewhere, ugh he’d probably come across really calm??
I do think Shifty would be sweatinggggg, like boy he’s nervous on the inside, and when you clasp your hand with his he’s gulping.
not to sound crude, but he probably hasn’t seen a woman in a while, not one as amazing as you- so he gets a little hot and bothered when your hand runs over his shoulder.
he’s not one to be too forward, I think he’d be more traditional so he wouldn’t necessarily make a move on you- but he’d tell you how he feels there and then.
being honest he wants you soooooo bad, he feels the ache in his chest even just glancing at you. Plus, Shifty can tell you’re glowing both inside and out, he’d probably pick up on that and make you swoon like you’ve never before.
Joe Liebgott
Listen Joe has been knowing ur attractive for a realllllll long time. Like im talking since Toccoa and all.
But nothing comes of it so he treats you like his little sister, like similar to Malarkey he’d joke around with you, ruffle your hair- he likes that you’re not afraid to get dirty and have a little fun.
like he’d probably rugby tackle you (gently?) because he knows you’re so just down to earth and cool.
so he hold off all the compliments or what not and his flirtation is more through playfulness?? Like you just have a bond and he fucking loves ya- he tells you all the time, but all of a sudden you walk in looking like a fucking pin up model and he gasp- loves you in a way that isn’t so… platonic?
uhhhh Joe’s shifting in his seat, eyes fixated and mouth slightly hung open. Has to tense his jaw and blink away just so nobody see’s him looking like a creep.
doesn’t know how to act around you?? Like he’s acting all nervous and awkward because you’re so fucking beautiful and done up and god, all the men want you in there.
tries to be mean as a form of flirting, but that doesn’t work- it goes badly wrong so he ends up chasing you out of the pub, grabbing at your waist.
“Hey, y/n, slow down. I didn’t mean it like that!”
“Then how did you mean it, Joe?! You think I look tacky!”
“No I don’t! I really don’t!” He kinda laughs again and you attempt to shrug him off but uhhh he get carried away and the feelings just fall out his mouth.
“Truthfully-” “shut up, Joe.”
“No, truthfully, I think ya look gorgeous. Like shit doll, I think I’ve fallen in love with ya.”
The admission is only followed by more and more and he blurts out how nervous you made him feel- his ability to express emotion all these years later surprises you and you’d just kiss him so quickly he almost stumbles off his feet.
tells you you should dress up more often like that for him.
Dick Winters:
Ummmmmm probably already with you?? Winters has seen you all dressed up before but after a particular long time of seeing you struggling, he’s in awe to see you looking so radiant and happy.
watches from afar with the most loved up feeling ever, he’s extremely secure in your relationship, yet still oogles in utter awe from you.
has to put up with the other men (they don’t know about your relationship) staring and gawking, he legit has to close Babe’s mouth for him??
but seriously, he just smirks when he sees you laughing at the men’s advances on you cos he knows he’ll be the one in bed with you that night.
and you are ugh- he’s so amazing and can’t get over how perfect you looks, he even asks you to leave the dress on when you’re doing the deed 🙈🙈.
“I’m so glad I’ve got you all to myself.” He’d mutter whilst you’re wrapped up in his arms, hair and makeup slightly frazzled.
“Me too, I couldn’t cope for a minute longer not speaking to you out there.”
“And all of them gawking at you… I mean who can blame them, you look absolutely beautiful.”
Lewis Nixon:
Ummm what the fuck? He’s amazed? Jaw is dropped and he has to put his glass to one side whilst Dick pushes his jaw closed for him.
“is that Y/n?” He’d squint, “as in our Y/n?”
wastes no time in getting to know you and sit besides you, it’s not like you two haven’t talked before, but you’ve never really been close or had the chance to be. Now, the war in Europe is over and Lew is divorced, it opens new opportunities- hence why he comes and speaks to you.
a little Dutch courage never did no harm, and in Lewis’ case it began a beautiful relationship. But holy fuck- he’s in complete shock at how beautiful you are, your hairs pinned up to perfection, your makeup is highlighting every feature of your face so perfectly.
you should best believe that your lipstick will be smudged over his thumb and lips later that evening, cos Lewis isn’t one to waste any time…
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Hey, could you do some head canons to how the boys react when the reader mentions that she wouldn't date a smoker? Only for the boys that smoke I guess, I just thought it could be quite a funny idea!
Hi Anon! This is definitely a unique idea, and I had fun writing it. I can't remember all the boys who smoke off the top of my head, so I just chose a few
Speirs
Smoking isn't really a habit that he enjoys to begin with
So when he overhears you mention that you would never date a smoker, he grinds out his cigarette and tosses the rest of the box to whoever is nearby
If you're not around, then he might bum one off of someone - but only if he feels like he really needs it
He always makes a big point of not smoking around you, just so you can see that he's kicked the habit
(because he hopes that you realize it means he'll do anything for you)
Luz
"You're joking, right?" When he sees how serious you are, he can't believe it.
"But (Y/N), everyone in the company smokes!"
Well, not everyone. And he doesn't want to get shown up by someone who doesn't
When he tries to quit smoking, he feels like he doesn't know what to do with his hands when he talks
*cue big, dramatic hand gestures when he's telling stories and jokes*
The rest of the company would get onto him for it. "Damn it, Luz! You're gonna take out my eye if you keep swingin' your hands like that."
But he catches you smiling. "I think it's cute," you say. And that's really all he needs
Malarkey
Stares between you and the cigarette he's smoking, dumbfounded
"You what?"
You shrug. "I just don't like the smell. I couldn't be around it all the time."
He thinks about it, still looking back and forth between his two choices. "And if a person managed to quit?"
Now it's your turn to think. "I would be very impressed," you say. "It's not an easy habit to break."
He sighs, taking a deep inhale from the cigarette as your words sink in. When he opens his eyes, he sees you staring at him, looking disappointed.
"What?" he asks, tapping the ashes off the end of his cigarette. "This is my last one ever. I gotta make it count."
Liebgott
"You sure about that, doll?" Because, come on - you must be joking . . . right? (Almost) all the men in the company smoke!
"Positive," you reply.
"Well then." Joe takes a drag from his cigarette, then exhales the smoke while stubbing it out in one fluid motion. He digs the carton from his pocket and tosses it to whoever is nearest (probably Tab or Tipper), and then looks at you expectantly, waiting to see your reaction.
You blink, stunned. "Just like that?"
The rest of the company look just as shocked. They want to ask the same question. Just like that?
Joe tries to act cool about it, but seeing how impressed you are makes him want to smile. He tries to suppress it, and instead it comes out as one of his trademark smirks.
"Why would I need a box with some pin-up on it when I could have you?"
Guarnere
As soon as he hears you say it, he tosses the pack in his hand at Babe
(everyone is taken so off-guard that it hits him in the head)
Everyone stares at him, waiting for an explanation
"What was that?" You finally ask
"Me quitin'," he replies smoothly. After all, he's always been one for grand gestures.
Thank you for the request, Anon! I hope you like these 💕🕊️
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Lily’s War (Chapter 4)
Summary: SOE Agent Lily Darlington is unexpectedly demoted from her position and offered a life changing opportunity to become the first female Paratrooper in US history?
Pairing: TBD - The suspense is part of the fun, no?
Warnings: Mentions of violence, language
A/N: Chapter 4 finally here. Please forgive my lateness, but say welcome back to Lily, hopefully with a bang!
Chapter 1 / Chapter 2
Chapter 4.
Camp Toccoa, 1942.
It hadn’t been an unusual day by any means, nothing particularly out of pocket had occurred. Yet, as Lily sat hunched over on the cold shower tiles watching the crimson stream of blood circle the drain, she recounted how the day had turned out so very wrong.
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The bunkhouse was filled with the chorus of snoring soldiers broken only by the occasional creek of an ever restless Joe Toye rolling in his cot. All were sleeping soundly, except for Private Lily Darlington who was curled into a ball at the very top of her bed. Gentlestreaks of moonlight had trickled their way through the windows, glinting off a pair of dog tags clasped between her hands partially hidden beneath the covers, her fingers glided over the raised letters as she accosted herself at her inability to control her emotions. She sucked in a silent breath and pulled the blanket over her mouth in attempt to stifle any noise as she endeavoured to catch her breath. It had been a week since she’d last slept through the night without being plagued by a nightmare. It wasn’t unusual for them to hit once a fortnight, even once a week at their worst. She was used to that, she expected that, however lately, she was lucky to go two to three days between them. She hadn’t had a full nights sleep for a week, and it was starting to show. It was causing her to lose her sturdy exterior, she had started to quip back whenever Liebgott made a joke at her expense, and she’d purposefully tripped up Guarnere on the obstacle course the previous day due to his somewhat degrading comments on her performance.
Each time was the same. Waking up, drenched in her own sweat, a searing pain emanating from her old wound accompanied by the smell of blood still lingering in her nostrils. It was part of the gig, came with the job she had been warned. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she placed her head between them, letting her fingertips graze over the scar as she sat there listening to the cicadas chirping outside the barracks. Their true meaning escaped her, she understood that she would have to be void of all human emotions if she weren’t to let past experiences stay with her, but why they haunted her was a question she had little answers to. It was a miracle that she had kept it to herself this long, how she hadn’t woken any of the men with her gasps or thrashing about. Lily thanked her lucky stars as she ran her hands through her damp hair, the groans from the springs beneath her sending a gentle reminder to maintain the peace within the quiet cabin as she gently knotted up her boots and tied her PT sweater around her waist.
As she quietly sneaked out of the bunkhouse for some desperately needed air she found herself so lost in her own head that she didn’t notice the pair of eyes on her from across the room watching with a curious intensity.
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“Yeah well I bet you’re regretting it now.” The irritating register of Perconte’s voice filled the latrine as he leant on the wall, half in and half out in the open door way, puffing his way through a lucky strike and scraping at a dirt stain on his shirt.
“How was I supposed to know he’d hear me.” Luz looked up at his friend with a less than amused look on his face as he sat, back to the wall, tapping the excess ash from his cigarette into the bucket by his feet.
“Ahh he’s got it out for all of us, yesterday was just your lucky turn.” Perconte answered.
“Last week was my lucky turn too, first time in my life I hope I run out of luck.” Luz said, his forearms on his knees as he took a deep breath of his cigarette.
“You should be grateful, ain’t nobody been as lucky as Redcoat here, every goddamn day Sobel sees fit to reward her.” Perconte looked towards the girl scrubbing away in the corner, rolling his eyes to her seemingly obliviousness to the two men’s conversation.
“Ain’t that right Redcoat? Hmmmmm?” Perconte clicked at the girl, trying to pull her attention from the floor. “Ears like a hawk that one” he mock whispered to Luz.
“I bet he can hear me in his sleep.” Luz replied, ignoring the short man’s half hearted attempt to irritate his punishment companion.
“I bet he can hear you smoking and not scrubbing.” Perconte taunted tipping the sud bucket with his boot.
Luz replied by flicking his half finished cigarette at the man, grabbing the brush from the wobbly bucket and began to scrub the tiled floor again, a little harder than necessary, his eyes conveying a less than amused look.
“Well I’m off to enjoy this sunny afternoon, a free pass afternoon, do whatever the hell I feel like.” Perconte taunted.
Luz reached for the nearby bucket in retaliation, “you’re gonna be doing it soaking wet if you don’t get outta here” grinning to himself as Perconte made his way back out into the glorious sunshine, leaving Luz and Lily to scrub their afternoon away in the musty latrine.
“Enjoy.” He spoke, his palms raised in defence, stepping out of the door way and cocking his head towards the girl in the corner with an eye roll.
Back in the corner, Lily knelt by the shower drain up to her elbows in suds from scrubbing the filthy floor, amazed by how the dark speckled tile was actually a light brown, hidden by a thick layer of dirt, grime, and God knows what else. She had been so graciously gifted the afternoon of latrine duty for an unknown infraction that Sobel had concocted the day prior during the afternoon obstacle course exercise after she had displeased him for the thousandth time that day, probably simply from existing. She wasn’t in the know as to Luz’s infraction, but she guessed that it was most likely due to his inability to keep his colorful thoughts to himself during the exercise, although, some of his impressions of Lieutenant ‘stick up his arse’ did make the time pass quicker. So now, they had the pleasure of each others company whilst they spent their first free afternoon in forever scrubbing the dirtiest part of the barracks as the rest of the men lamented in the summer sunshine.
Without Perconte’s commentary echoing around the building the only sounds were that of the two scrubbing brushes rhythmically sanding away at the grimy floor. The silence was palpable. Lily didn’t mind the cleaning duty as much as Sobel probably hoped she would, she much preferred it to running a couple of miles in the humid sun with a full pack, and whilst she didn’t know Private Luz all that well, he’d been sticking to his end of the latrine, and wasn’t causing her any trouble thus far, so it came as a surprise to her when he broke the silence.
“You know, if they’d mentioned in that damn Life article that being a paratrooper meant spending two sorry years of my life stuck with Sobel I might not have signed up so fast.” Luz stood up from his bent over scrubbing position, groaning as he clicked his body back into shape and wandered over to find where he’d left his water canteen, leaning back against the sinks, mulling over the absurdity of his situation. He looked over at the girl, scrubbing away at the endless grime that covered the floor, continuing to ignore him.
Lily had been part of Easy Company for some time now, that part being ignored, unwanted, forcing her to the back or just pretending she didn’t exist, the men always attempting to keep her an arms length away from the action. Luz wouldn’t have known she was still there if it weren’t for Sobel’s incessant barking at her. She didn’t speak up much in the classroom, never sat with the men at chow - never invited to sit with the men either he noted, even during the evenings before lights out she was either nowhere to be seen or already in bed turned away from whatever group conversation was taking place.
“You don’t talk much do you?.” He peered over at her hunched figure as she continued scrubbing, when she didn’t answer he cleared his throat a little louder than necessary.
“Hey Luz, how are you today? Well Redcoat, I was doing just fine until I had to come here and scrub! I love scrubbing, I’m so thankful that Lieutenant Sobel gifts it to me so often, it keeps my arms strong and my spirits high.” He chuckled to himself, tilting his head slightly in the hopes that she saw the peace offering he was attempting.
She glanced behind herself, irritated at Luz’s attempt at humour, raising a singular eyebrow as she made eye contact with the sniggering man.
“Oh thank god, it worked! You aren’t deaf! Had me worried for a minute there.” A ridiculous smile plastered across his face as he stared at Lily, waiting for an answer. She remained on the ground, one hand on her brush, one of the floor, her eyes attempting to bore a hole through his head. Her stare was beginning to make him think that they may have been better off in silence, his heart rate only slowing as he let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding in as she broke eye contact and slumped herself into a seated position, grabbing her canteen and taking a long, slow drink.
Lily’s body ached from being bent over too long and her hands were raw from scrubbing, she had blisters on her palms from days of climbing ropes and scaling beams, she wasn’t in the mood for jibes or jabs. Her gaze remained off in the distance until she noticed Luz still looking at her, waiting on a reply, she was too tired for this, but she was too tired to continuously ignore him for the remaining hours of scrubbing they still had left.
“I’m touched?” her voice monotonous, her face unimpressed.
The pair stared across the latrine at each other in their respective corners, an awkward silence dragging between them as neither knew what to say next. George realised that it might be the first time he’d actually properly talked to her, actually talking to her, rather than the odd nod when they came in contact during exercises. He couldn’t help but feel that part of her hesitation in talking is his own fault. By no means has he been the worst, but he hasn’t been all that forthcoming in welcoming their latest addition to the Company. He’s seen how she sits alone reading on her bunk at night, whilst the rest of the men play cards and enjoy themselves, how any conversation dies down if she merely walks past a group. A strong feeling of guilt washed over him as he racked his brain for what to say next.
“George Luz.” He wiped his hand on his pant leg before extending it towards her.
“I know who you are.” She looked towards his hand but made no move to accept the gesture.
“I know you do, and I know who you are too. Ain’t this how you do it in England? Introductions and shit?” He pushed himself off the sinks as she continued to just stare back at him, motionless.
“Christ Redcoat, shake my damn hand, I ain't got cooties.” He stood there for a moment, his mind dancing between pride and patience before taking a few steps towards the girl, sitting himself down opposite her and extending his hand again. The lump in his chest evaporated as she waited a few moments, before placing her canteen back on the ground and with a firm shake she replied.
“Lily Darlington.”
“And here I was thinking all this time that your name was Redcoat.” He mocked.
“I can see how you would think that.” She replied, her eyes rolled as she slumped her back against the cool wall.
“Sobel seems to really have it out for you.” He said, dancing on the edge of conversation.
“I’m starting to get the notion that he doesn’t quite like me.” She said in jest, it wasn’t enough to form a laugh, but she let out a huff of air.
“You ain’t wrong there.” He replied, stretching his legs out across the half scrubbed tile floor.
“Well, perhaps my day just wouldn’t shine the same if Sobel didn’t remind me how worthless I am to the Company. Keeps me eager.” She turned and winked at him as she took another sip from her canteen, the suds from her elbows dripping onto her pant leg. She’d almost forgotten how it felt to have an actual conversation with someone, she felt as if she hadn’t said anything of substance in weeks.
“You’re funny when you actually talk you know.” Chuckling when he receives a sarcastic seeming eyebrow raise and hint of a smile out of her. “I don’t know how you do it, I got six sisters and they cry if I so much as comment on anything they do, I hate the guy and he ain’t half as bad on me” Luz’s expression crinkled.
“Its manageable.” She spoke as she scraped the sudds off her arms and shook them back into the bucket.
Manageable, it was just about manageable, however it was teetering close to unbearable. She had a stern spirit, and a stiff upper lip, but not even she was unbreakable. They had so much more training to go, and then goodness knows how many years actually in the thick of it. If she couldn’t break the seal on the men’s freeze out then she had no hope of survival.
“Manageable, hmmm. Your Lieutenant hates you, your Company ain’t so keen on you either. Either you’re one determined son of a bitch, or you’re crazy.” He replied with a single eyebrow raise.
“I’m not entirely sure I want to be friends with people who spit in my food.” She replied.
“That’s Liebgott, he’s a jackass. And we don’t all hate you, we just don’t know you. You’re the only broad outta nine companies. You gotta see how weird that is.”
“I see that it’s different, I don’t necessarily see it as the disadvantage that your lot do. I don’t even think they realise to know me they’d actually have to talk to me first, their friendship hasn’t exactly been forthcoming.”
“That’s fair.” He replied, his hands raised in defence. “We ain’t exactly been forthcoming, maybe it don’t come easy talking to a broad if it ain't at a bar for my lot?” He winked at her, met by a disapproving look.
“I know you and I don’t think you’re all that bad. ” He smiled at her.
“You’ve known me, all of, two minutes?” Her sarcastic tone coming out again as she glanced down at her watch ticking away on her wrist.
“I only let the very best of people be my friends.” He said mockingly.
“You’re friends with Liebgott…” She replied looking through her eyebrows.
“I am friendly with Liebgott, there’s a difference.” He smiled back. “Two long minutes, give it six months, we’re gonna be best friends.” His face turned to her with a childish grin plastered across it.
“Is that so?” Her pitch raised as she suppressed a laugh at the mans premonition.
“I know these things, feel it in my bones.” He winked before standing up and ‘wiggling his bones’ as he made his way back over to his own bucket, laughing to himself as left.
The pair fell back into their quiet rhythmic scrubbing, broken every so often by Luz trying to make conversation, and to his surprise, Lily trying to reply in a way that showed him she wasn’t entirely disinterested by his peace making attempts. After the lack lustre interactions she was used to she didn’t want to get too optimistic over a single conversation, but she couldn’t help feeling that it might be a tiny step in the right direction.
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A hint of a smile crept across Lily’s face as she hung the buckets back up in the supplies closet. The pair had finally finished their punishment and Luz had rushed off to enjoy the rest of the afternoon with the men, something about Bull Randleman owning him a pack of smokes from their poker game the previous night. Lily had offered to finish up the job, and afterwards planned to find a quiet corner and watch the world go by, she had been looking forward to doing nothing for so long and her body was begging for a break.
With her smile still lingering and her heart a little lighter she made her way along the barracks towards the quieter end of the camp, turning the corner without noticing the large figure coming straight towards her until it was too late, smacking head on, and sending both parties stumbling back, the ground littered with papers that Lily could only assume the other party had been rushing somewhere.
“I’m so sorry!” Lily exclaimed, gathering up all the lose sheets around her before looking up to see exactly who she had run into. Her heart dropped in her chest when her eyes raised to meet those of Lewis Nixon’s, Lieutenant Lewis Nixon’s, “Sir.” She tried to add quickly, however in her shocked state, it came out more like a whisper, much to her embarrassment.
His eyes lowered for a split second before he also reached for the loose sheets, shoving them haphazardly into the file tightly grasped in his hands, almost in an attempt to by himself some time to think of something logical to say. Before it could conjure anything Lily’s hand thrust out towards him as she offered his remaining papers, his eyes met hers once again, and he drew in a sharp breath as he took them from her grasp. They both stood there awkwardly, waiting for the other to speak first.
It hadn’t really sunk in for him yet. He still didn’t truly believe she was here. That it was actually her. Yes he’d sat through the meeting with her and Winters, however, most of it was a blur to him, he was certain he was being pranked and any moment now his sister Blanche would pop out from behind a tree, grab Lily and run off giggling. He felt as if he had been shot upon seeing her unannounced all these years later. She had been here for weeks now, yet he found himself avoiding her, filling every available hour with extra tasks just to minimise the amount of time in which he’d actually have to face her. He just couldn’t understand what the hell she was doing here - the Lily he knew would not be here.
Lily could feel a flush of embarrassment rise to her cheeks, she had been wanting to speak to Lewis privately ever since she arrived, yet could never seem to find an appropriate moment, now she had one she couldn’t even seem to form a single word out of her mouth, it didn’t help that he was staring at her in an unnerving manner. Before either of them could say anything Lieutenant Winters called out for him. His eyes rose to the source of the voice across the far side of the opposite field before dropping back to meet hers with a regretful expression.
“I have to go.” Was all he could bring himself to say before pushing past her small frame and dashing off to the very meeting he had just made himself late for, grimacing at the way he had just handled the situation, knowing full well he was just making everything more complicated for his future self and somewhat guilty for not even saying hello to the girl he was once so very close to.
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If persistence was a person it would be George Bloody Luz. It was evident that he been steadfast in his intentions in becoming best friends, but to be fair, Lily hadn’t been stopping him. She was right about the step, which had actually turned out to be more of a leap, George Luz didn’t seem to do anything halfheartedly. She had begun to enjoy having a someone to shoot the shit with as they scaled Currahee, someone to compare notes with after a classroom exercise, to stand in line with at the mess hall as they awaited that evenings sloppy serving of grub. Luz had even been trying to get her to sit alongside the men at meals, to which she complied, but somehow always found herself perched half on half off the bench, too far away to be able to be involved in any discussion. One step forward, one step back. Lately they’d even found themselves sat out the back of the Barracks late in the evenings before curfew, sharing a laugh, going over the best and the worst parts of that day, occasionally joined by Floyd Talbert or another one of Luz’s friends, which only seemed to make her situation feel even more isolating, ironic really. Lily craved the dynamic that George had with the rest of the chaps, the camaraderie and the comfort it seemed to bring him at the end of a long day when he could truly be himself. It was a harsh reality, not one that she was expecting either, that to let herself be open to any form of friendship, she had to be able put her guard down, not to mention swallowing her pride.
In a surprise turn of events, the men seemed to take the lead from Luz, she was far from getting into conversation with anyone new, however when she sat next to Luz at chow the previous evening, she received head nods from some of the others at the bench, and Randalman had even saved her a seat. It was an improvement, a very small improvement, but one she so desperately needed.
— -
"You know Nix, I think if you stare any harder you might just fall through that window.” Winters noted from beneath his stack of papers.
“I am not staring, I am observing.” He replied, eyes fixated on the field before him.
“That her?” Spiers motioned to the short figure at the back of the group.
“Sure is” Winters replied, placing his papers down and joining the men congregated around the window.
The trio stood side by side behind the window, watching the line of Privates as they stood in formation, being barked at by their beloved Lieutenant Sobel. Nixon’s eyes fixed on the form of Private Lily Darlington at the end of the line, a full head and shoulders below her fellow men, the longer he stared the less he began to recognise the girl he once new.
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“Easy Company, each of you will select a strip of paper! On that paper will be a name, that name will be your partner for the rest of the day, there will be no trading partners, no exceptions!” Sobel’s voice cried as he thrust the helmet forcefully into Lily’s hands.
She groaned as she grabbed a strip from the pile, she had gotten away with mostly pairing Luz for the week. Sparing wasn’t anything new to her, in all actuality she excelled at it, but there in lay her problem. Her position within the Company already ruffled feathers and had the men asking all sorts of questions that she had little interest or ability to answer. If she had gone from quiet girl at the back of the group, to launching grown men over her shoulder within a day she doubted that she’d be able to escape without explaining herself. Luz was her scapegoat, not that he knew it. She had let him lead the training, she tried to spar with her non dominate hand to lessen the blows, heck he’d even commended her on her improvements the day before. As she passed the helmet towards George she said a silent prayer that the name on her slip was an easy opponent, whilst she knew she was going to have to suppress herself, she wasn’t exactly hoping to have to take a punch from the likes of Bull or even Guarnere, she was hoping to remain under the radar, not in the medical bay.
���Who’d you get?” George whispered across to her, passing the helmet to its next victim.
Lily felt her prayer fall from the sky and slap her as she opened the strip of paper between her fingers. Inked across in a barely legible scrawl was the one name she’d have paid good money to not see.
Liebgott.
She tilted the paper towards him and rolled her eyes as an amused grin swept across his face.
“Weren’t you saying yesterday how much he deserves a ‘kick up the arse’” Luz replied, mocking her accent rather crassly, his eyebrows wiggling in jest.
With a look of distain she nodded towards his paper, the corners of her mouth turning up as she read ‘Randalman’, looks like Luz will have a tussle of his own.
“Find your partner and pair up!” Sobel yelled from the other side of the field.
“Have fun!” Luz mocked as Lily dragged herself towards the other end of the field to find her unlucky partner. She was barely 10 steps towards where he was stood before she could feel his eyes beginning to glare a hole through her.
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me, boys, this is gonna be fun.” He spat, looking her up and down before shoulder passing her and strutting away from the group of men towards his spot on the field.
“Listen up Easy Company! The man on the far side of the field will make the starting move, last man standing wins!” Lieutenant Sobel’s whistle rang through the air as Lily centred her weight and dug deep deep down within herself to find an ounce of self control to not smash his face in. Defence, defence, Now wasn’t the time to be putting anyone in the medical bay.
“Afraid of messing up your hair sweetheart?” His childish voice rang in her ears as he stood on the far side of the field rolling his sleeves up.
“You’d have to make contact with me to be able to do that, Liebgott.” She smiled back at him with a shit eating grin, spitting his name as if it were a slur.
“Yeah?” He said, slowly squaring up towards her. He was a good head and shoulders taller than her, and he was using every ounce of his stature to try to intimidate her. It was pretty easy to pinpoint exactly how Liebgott managed to get under her skin so easily, he was impulsive, rude, he knew how to push all her buttons, but mostly it was that he seemed to wake up every day with the innate desire to do anything, say anything to tick her off. It was killing her to find an ounce of strength not to retaliate. She had learnt the hard way that it mostly makes situations worse.
The duo stood steadfast, each not willing to back down from their ridiculous stare off, completely oblivious to the approaching footsteps of the Lieutenant Winters as he made his way over towards them.
“Do we have a problem here?” His deep voice broke their trance, his eyes shifting between the pair.
Liebgott’s head swung from between the Winters and the girl, “Afraid of getting her hands dirty I’d say, Sir.”
Winters let out a huff of aggravation, “Private Darlington, do you have a problem sparring with Private Liebgott?” His face displayed a look of curiosity as he peered down at the girl. “From what I’ve seen I’d say quite the opposite. Perhaps you can teach Private Liebgott here a thing or two.” He said with a wink.
“Yes Sir” Lily happily replied, a hint of a smile edging on her lips, I’d happy slap the shit out of him, Sir.
Lieutenant Winters smiled as he backed away, he couldn’t help but admit that he did hold a slight interest in watching her take down the loudmouthed Liebgott. He’d been an onlooker a few of their interactions, and whilst he wouldn’t feel inclined to step in between them; he knew that they needed to learn how to live amongst each other, and sometimes that required an ego takedown, he was comforted in the knowledge that his meddling would only produce what Liebgott had been fuelling with his behaviour.
Lily didn’t know the last time she had free rein to pummel someone, and she adored it. A rush of adrenaline overcame her as she waited, her weight spread, knees slightly bent. Joseph Liebgott you are so bloody predictable. During the drills prior shed had time to observe almost every man, assessing their strengths and taking note of their weaknesses. Liebgott was a classic, he favoured his left leg for balance, he always threw his first punch with his right arm. He was always telling the other men about fights he had gotten into back home, he was experienced, but impulsive. His aim was always to throw as many punches as he could before his opponent got a look in. Always so quick to attack that he never assessed the situation, his anger and his ‘better than thou’ attitude clouded his judgment.
Lily dug her foot further into the dirt for leverage as she looked across at her partner, taunting her with a confident smirk and accompanying wink. Her eyes didn’t move from his as she waited for him to make the first move, she remained still, waiting on each footstep as he moved closer towards her.
She barely had a second to breathe before Liebgott launched himself at her, throwing a punch that narrowly missed her eye. She ducked to dodge its trajectory, having to stop herself from sinking her fist into his crown jewels as she came back up, although she’d be lying if watching Liebgott rolling around on the ground like a worm cradling his crotch wouldn’t amuse her.
Her weeks of silence in the evenings had been beneficial, it seemed Liebgott’s favourite pastime to recount the street brawl fights he’d gotten himself wrapped up in back home in California. She needed to prepare for a dirty fight. He retreated for a short moment before he lunged at her again, his movements brash and wild, he aimed for her blind spots, however, Lily anticipated it this time, and blocked and you countered, clipping his ankle as he came past, his impulsiveness made for a simple fight, however she kept her fists tight to her body, defence Lily, she reminded herself, scraping every ounce of self control she had left.
Winter’s attention was pulled from the scene as Nixon and Spiers made they way over the field to where he stood.
“Battle to the death?.” Spiers said as he looked out onto the scene before them.
Nixon stood between them, his arms tightly folded watching the ebb and flow of the drill intensify, his brow knitted tightly. “She’s reading him like a book.” He said, with more concern than he intended.
Thwack!
She blocked his expected right hook, and countered with an elbow to his face, it wasn’t hard enough to break anything, but just about enough to knock his balance off. Swinging around she met his eyes as he recoiled back, his dark eyes glared at her, a mixture of shock and fury. This time Lily moved without hesitation, rushing forward she ducked down and grabbed Liebgott below the waist, using her entire body weight to throw him to the ground, the loud thunk of his head colliding with the mud drew inquisitive eyes from them other sparring pairs. A quiet murmur started to form amongst the onlookers who didn’t know wether to stop or watch what was going on. The force of the impact sent ringing through Liebgott’s ears, his eyes felt heavy in his head as if he was being pulled into the earth itself.
A quiet suppressed chuckle escaped from Spiers as Sobel shoved past the onlookers him yanked Liebgott back to his feet by his shirt collar. “Easy Company is better than this Private, are you going to let a girl beat you?!” He bellowed into Liebgott’s ringing ears as he shoved him back into the fight.
Liebgott stood for a few seconds catching his breath, before swinging his arm again and unleashing a series of rapid strikes. Lily moved and countered, her blocks almost poetic in their efficiency.
Sobel’s voice called out once more, “Private Liebgott this isn’t a street fight, you are to take down your opponent!” His cowl voice broke Lily’s concentration, and in the split second she had stopped to turn her attention towards Sobel Joe had moved to throw a wild punch. Lily failed to block him as his fist collided with the side of her face. He was overjoyed, a slinky grin crept onto his face as his eyes scanned the red mark quickly rising across her left cheek.
A few men down, Luz and Randleman had paused mid takedown as they saw Liebgott’s fist meet Lily’s face, they anxiously watched, unaware how they each still had their fists curled into each others uniform.
Lily swallowed hard as she re-entered herself, she was prepared for a few bruises, she had settled on a few bruises, a few stumbles and she’d fall, faking defeat. She’d be able to sit the rest out and no one would remotely pay any attention to her, she had had her fun with him. That was until Liebgott decided to open his mouth and drain every inch of her self control.
“Gonna cry Red? I’ve seen you cry in your sleep, ain’t gonna be nothing new, you just can’t hack it.” He scoffed in her direction as she wiped a loose tendril of sweat covered hair out of her eyes.
His words seared into her skin and a switch flipped inside of her. She let him move first, her eyes shooting daggers into his. She watched as he moved slowly towards her, before shifting his weight and throwing a punch that she dogged with ease, he was playing into her hands. Then, with a sudden sprint Lily moved towards Liebgott.
Crunch!
With a sudden jab to the face Liebgott stumbled backwards, his nose bloodied and his fists tightened. He moved to wipe the blood away, however Lily didn’t give him a moment’s rest.
“What in the Sam Hell…” Escaped from Randleman’s mouth as he stood, still connected to Luz, his breath caught in his throat as he watched the tiny girl, his eyes wide with shock.
With Liebgott’s hands up to his face, he left himself open, and Lily rushed forwards again. She explored his opening and with a shark kick has landed a blow to his ribs, a jarring move that stole the air from his lungs. Liebgott doubled over as the onlookers winced, barely sparring themselves anymore, too interested in the action.
“She’s got bite, I’ll give her that.” Spiers spoke
“You can thank the SOE for that.” Nixon replied, his eyes completely fixated on the girl.
Liebgott, with more fury in his eyes than before attempted a desperate counter attack, Lily, however, moved in with ruthlessness, blocking each strike, and retaliating with a relentless barrage. Her fist collided with the Californian’s nose for the second time, forcing Liebgott to stagger backward as he let out a gasp of pain. As the confrontation reached its climax, Lily delivered a final, devastating series of blows, landing a final kick to his abdomen, followed by an elbow to the face in order to distract him, seizing the opportunity she grabbed him by the arm and flipped him over her shoulder. The onlookers shuddered as a sickening crunch sounded when Liebgott hit the ground, his shoulder dislocating the impact. Lily stood over him, her hands on her thighs as she panted, catching her breath as he lay there, defeated, bloody, and breathless.
“Jesus Christ” Nixon breathed out as stood with the other Officers, their faces a mixture of curiosity and shock. He was finding it difficult to put into words what he had just seen, who was this Lily?
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poop-colored paint and forehead kisses
pairing: don malarkey x f! reader
genre: fluffy fluff, tiny bit of angst
note: since none of my longfics are done, here's a little dose of my favorite, silly man
𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊
A kiss to the forehead is his favorite way of loving.
Don Malarkey is a bit of a rascal, he admits, with a penchant for trouble like a five-year-old boy scribbling in red marker all over his mother’s precious white, kitchen walls. A zest for life as he would call it, though you would argue that it was just a zest for pissing people off, and getting the last laugh.
After all, the first time you both properly talked, was in the midst of him constructing a bucket that would tip over with brown paint when the classroom door opened. Years ago, back in good ol’ high school. He was riled up from a one-sided feud with your homeroom teacher, who confiscated his pack of cigarettes, and smoked them all up.
“Good on him, honestly,” you remark, unflinchingly. “Your breath reeks of smoke.”
His jaw dropped, as you shrugged and strutted off. “What the f–...my breath doesn’t–”
Immediately snatching his hand to cover his mouth, inhaling his breath into his nostrils, you discovered his one-track mind when he completely forgets his poop paint concoction, and lets it all spill over, just a hair in front of your teacher’s footsteps. Of course, actually being there and getting caught, on top of a failed execution, was not part of the plan.
He was forced into detention for the whole week. But that first day, he was surprised to find you there.
“Decided to cuss him out for bein’ a thief,” you said, about the same teacher. “Not like we got money growin’ on trees around here, innit? Smokes cost a shit ton now.”
Malarkey’s jaw dropped again. His one-track mind strikes, threatening to bow at your feet, despite the fact that you were the reason he was stuck in that mucky classroom in the first place. Years later, you would punch his shoulder when he bids this argument, saying that if he weren’t such a simple man he would have not spilled the damn bucket.
But when you sat and crossed your legs, cherry red skirt riding up to unveil the smooth skin on your thighs, he felt his throat dry and tried to hide the flush on his cheeks, whipping his head to the front. But you had already caught wind of his stare, promptly smirking to yourself.
He blamed it on his prepubescent mind for not realizing much earlier that you were really, quite pretty.
“We should team up some time,” he suggested. “I think we could take down the whole school.”
Malarkey’s breath didn’t actually reek of cigarettes. You just wanted to leave a lasting impression for the idiot boy, whose cute cheeks you wanted to try squeezing. And it worked, because you were stuck in detention with him for an entire week, where you learned everything about him, and in-between. Like his affinity for the skies, the rush in a risky prank, and a cup of coffee, with one teaspoon of sugar.
It came as no surprise, when he asked you to the school dance. But your nights with him would hardly be limited to a single night, and you would grace his mornings too, ‘til your everydays were blessed in each other’s company when you both started attending the University of Oregon.
You were definitely on each other’s team.
But yes, back to the point at hand: you loved his forehead kisses.
‘Cause Don Malarkey, for all his prankster behavior, is an absolute sap when it comes to love. In fact, the first time you felt that he was indeed, love, was when he walked you back home, all sweaty and blistered feet after hours of dancing. Though his eyes were clearly trained on your lips, he opted for a soft smile and instead, kissed your forehead. It was quick, but you could feel his (minty) breath cloud over your face, and his nose boop into yours–your lips breaking into a wide grin.
“I don’t want to rush into things,” he whispered. “Would like to show you, first, that you can trust me.”
He didn’t know what exactly it was about them, that he almost preferred to the lips (almost, because yours are far too soft and sweet to ever ignore). Perhaps, it’s a reminder that he gets to be yours. And when you slip your hands against his chest, every time, as he cradles you close, tilting to lean his cheek against your hair–it reminds him too, that you are actually his. That you will choose him, time and time again.
And it’s a reminder he cements into his heart, as he takes off for Camp Toccoa.
The morning of enlistment day, you were brewing his cup of coffee–hot, with exactly one teaspoon of sugar–when he sauntered into the kitchen with a heaviness in his footsteps. You knew, when he headed straight for the fridge, instead of greeting you with the usual peck to the forehead, what he was about to do. It was an ongoing conversation, slight hesitancy in his eyes, each time you’d cover sorrow with your usual sarcasm.
You didn’t want to know what it would be like, to go years without his voice in the apartment.
But you also knew him–a man of honor, a seeker of adrenaline. He would only keep wondering what it would’ve been like, should he not do his part in the war. And though you preferred him just guessing, you feared he would never be satisfied. You didn’t want him to regret, and then resent you for convincing him to stay. So of course, you kept your feelings of despair to yourself.
But that day, when the silence was too blaring, it shattered your glass heart.
“Sweetheart,” he rushed, as you began to sob over the counter. “Christ, sweetheart, don’t cry on me now.”
“Why do ya have to be so good?” you stammered. “Why do ya have to be so fuckin’ brave?”
He didn’t know what to say to that. Instead, he turned to grab your waist, feeling his throat constrict at the sight of your swollen eyes and tear-stained cheeks. Your warmth is the one invariable through the changing of seasons, and the familiarity of loving you never ceased to feel as new as the first day. So he did what he knew best, he held you close, as tight as he ever has, and pressed a singular kiss to your forehead.
But this time, his lips lingered on you longer than they usually did, and you felt a dampness touch your skin when he leaned his head against you, and cupped your cheeks.
“You are my entire world,” he murmured against your lips. “I will come home to you.”
And a man of honor he is, because after three, grueling years, he finally meets you at the train station in Oregon.
The light in his eyes have dimmed, his skin has aged into a sickly pale, and his voice is soft, unusual for the boy who yelled his love for you from the windows as the train departed, just three years ago. The war has stripped away the Don Malarkey you once knew. But as he drops his luggage, and makes his way to you in slow, disbelieving steps, he does the one thing that reminds you that your love is all the same.
He greets you with a long, forehead kiss.
𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊
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I told you i was gonna be here
Names Alexi, He/Him, INFP-T, love languages are physical affection and words of affirmation, my hobbies include: writing (actually trying to now), drawing, and playing the saxophone, some of my goals are to get into college to become a teacher, some my interests are history, animals and dinosaurs, what i look for in a partner is someone who is funny, can keep up with my chaos and just an all around fun time, but they understand my issues that i deal with (specifically my anger and my self-esteem), and smth that can be taken accounted for, i'm 5'5, and you can use any of the guys idk rlly care, hope this makes sense
Aaaaaaa thank you so much for the ship request Alexi!!!!! You’re amazing 🥺❤️💖 (Also thank you so much for your patience lol)
So this one came to me surprisingly quick but honestly it just fits!!
I ship you with….
Don Malarkey!!
A song from my Liked Songs that reminds me of y’all - Best Day of My Life by American Authors
How y’all met
So picture this - it’s Don and Alton in the motorcycle, living their best lives
You’re walking home from the store just vibing and daydreaming
Until ZOOOM they almost hit you and you get knocked on your ass
Of course they immediately pull over and Don just SPRINTS over to you
Don kneels next to you and makes sure you’re okay but when he makes eye contact with you for the first time he’s just
🥺🥺🥺
Completely and utterly smitten
“Can I walk with you the rest of the way? Let me carry your bag to make up for what just happened!”
Of course how can you say no to Baby Boy so of course you hand your backpack over to him and y’all start walking together and talking
There’s just an instant connection y’all can’t stop laughing and talking about everything under the sun, eventually, he subtly takes your hand in his for the rest of the way
Both of y’all are super sad when you get to your place
Don just looks at you with the sweetest eyes and goes “I’d love to see you again”
Y’all start just taking walks together almost every day and Muck and Penkala are so tired of just HOW MUCH Don talks about you, like sweet boy can’t get you out of his mind
How he knew he loves you
Ok so y’all are out to dinner and you notice fucking soBEL LIKE WTF H O W
But you and Don just look at each other and you both know you’re about to cause some CHAOS
So y’all hatch this perfect prank on Sobel
Long story short Sobel is covered in chocolate sundae and the two of you are running away from the restaurant laughing your asses off
Don just looks at you and… your laugh, your smile, how you two just work so well together
He tells you right then and there how much he loves you
Both of you just feel so overwhelmed with the feeling of like I Found My Person
You share a kiss and it's simultaneously so gentle but so passionate
Everything in that moment is just perfect
A conflict in your relationship and how y’all resolved it
Ok so I see it happening with you and Don are out with Muck and Penkala
The three of them are being themselves and laughing together
You were for a while but then your Social Battery dies
So of course you lean over to Don
“Hey babe, can we please go home?”
“Yeah in a minute love” he quickly replied before getting back to Muck and Penkala
…That's the third time he's said that
So you get frustrated and just walk out on your own and start walking home
Your intrusive thoughts start getting the better of you… did he really wanna spend time with you? Is he tired of you??
You're so swept up in your thoughts you don't hear Don running after you
“Love? What happened? Where’re you going??” poor boy is Genuinely Confused
Which you’re not sure if that makes things better or worse
Either way, you didn’t want him to see that you were hurt, so you turned it into anger
“What do you fucking want?” You turn around and shoot at him
He just has this hurt puppy look as he goes “What happened??”
“Just leave me alone” you try to keep walking but you feel him grab your arm and turn you around
“Please tell me what I did and I’ll do everything I can to make it better” Don just puts a hand on your cheek and his eyes are searching yours, begging for an answer
You see the concern and love in his eyes and you just break
Sobs wrack your body as Don hugs you tight, just being there for you while you let it all out
After a little bit you’re able to get out that you just felt ignored and that he preferred Muck and Penkala to you and he just
He realizes what he did and just places his forehead on yours
“My love, I’m so, so sorry… I should never have done that, we should’ve just gone home the first time you asked… how can I make it up to you??”
You just smile and ask, “...can we go home?”
Don just smiles and sweeps you up, carrying you the rest of the way to your place
… Muck and Penkala stayed waiting for you and Don to come back assuming that y’all just went to the bathroom
Your Happily Ever After
Most wholesome relationship known to man
Like this man will do ANYTHING to see you smile
You mention physical touch is your love language?
He’s making sure to have an arm around you, his hand on your back, giving you kisses ALL THE FREAKING TIME LIKE STOP IT'S GROSS BUT CUTE
He also just feels so comfortable and safe with you
Like the fact that y’all’s chaotic energies just blend so perfectly, he knows he won’t scare you away and it’s the best feeling in the world
Also he will listen to you talk about animals and dinosaurs for HOURS
Not only does he just love the sound of your voice but just how much you know it’s amazing to him
You wind up teaching him so much it’s basically like your first time being a teacher and Don’s the student and it’s the Best
A silly headcanon about your relationship
Y’all prank each other all day every day and it’s too cuTE
(obviously done with tact like if one of you is going through a rough patch of course a truce is declared)
But like
Powder in the hair dryer? Check; plastic wrap in the hallway? Check!
One of the best ones was when you gave Don a homemade candy apple
He took a GIANT bite
‘Twas an onion
He’s still plotting the perfect way to get you back…
Thank you again Alexi!! Hope you like it 🥺💖💕
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Love vs. Hate - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 , Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23 , Part 24 (Ongoing)
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I just love women in suits or in uniform, so can you write BoB with women in suits with the boys just admiring? Can you do Malarkey, Hoobler and Luz? I saw you writing for Shifty and Bull, but their not on the character list. Can I ask for them, too? Sorry if this is too vague.
A/N: OH THIS WAS THE REQUEST. OKAY YEAH NOW I UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU WANTED. Also as a fellow woman in suit, this was quite self indulgent. enjoy darling <3
DON MALARKEY
Malarkey would shortcircuit at the mere sight of women in suits. Yes, I will die on this hill.
It all started when he saw Marlene Dietrich in Morocco.
That woman in that tuxedo awakened something in him and it has yet to die down.
Wide eyes at any woman in pants and a tie.
Once he overheard Guarnere commenting on how gals should only wear dresses and skirts and he went out of his way to defend women in suits.
He was a bit too enthusiastic. Now he gets teased every time E Company comes across a woman in a suit.
But they don't understandddd, it's not just the suit, it's the womannnn, it's the power they radiate just by walking.
Bonus points if they wear heels. Malarkey definitely gives off "step on me" vibes.
He desperately wants to date one but whenever he has the opportunity to ask one out in, let's say, a pub, he can't.
Like he PHYSICALLY can't. That sweet, bright charm of his evaporates and he's left being a shy, babbling mess.
When he finally lands one, it's because SHE made the first move. And the second. And the third.
The boys assume Don's pride must be a little wounded but I'm telling you, he couldn't care less, he's over the moon with the whole situation.
DONALD HOOBLER
100% watched Morocco with Malark to understand what the fuck was up with Marlene Dietrich and went down the Amy Jolly rabbit hole.
Like, you don't understand, he got himself a picture of her and carries it around at all times.
Now god forbid Hoobler sees a pretty woman dressed in a manly suit.
He's so sheepish about it good lord.
Toothy grin. Instantly smitten. What's eye contact, he don't know her.
Will try to impress her. Poorly.
Will also not succeed because have you seen the kind of women who wear suits? Yes you have, and you know Hoob is gonna have to try little bit harder.
He's definitely intimidated by them, and that makes them even more attractive, I don't know how to make this one make sense so bear with me.
GEORGE LUZ
He beats around the bush a lot when talking to them but he's relentless. If he wants a date, he'll get a date okay?
He just needs a little push.
Luz was the one making fun of Malarkey becoming unable to function at the sight of women in suit. He started the joke.
Shocker huh. Obviously no, but you know what comes as a shock for him? How hot women in suits are.
Particularly that one Intelligence Officer working with Nixon who often comes and deliver documents to whoever is Easy's Commanding Officer.
She's stunning in her uniform right? Right. Well actually we don't know if she's stunning or if Luz is just utterly smitten by a goddamn C.O.
It's probably the latter but THAT DOESN'T MATTER.
What matters here is that epiphany George has when she comes rushing from Colonel Sink's office without having time to change into her uniform because she was on leave.
She's wearing a beautiful plaid blue three piece —I'm talking trousers, blazer, vest, tie, the whole shebang— and George suddenly understands Malark.
He groans and pretends to melt into the chair he's sitting in. Muck and Penkala find this very fucking amusing.
He's so dramatic about it, like, he wants you to know he is a d m i r i n g you. What he doesn't want to do is tell you.
Luz is the one who gives himself away to Don and I will stand by that.
SHIFTY POWERS
Unlike Malarkey, though, George definitely tries to hit on this one Lieutenant while they're off duty in England, which earns him some serious scolding from Winters and maybe —just maybe— a date from the C.O. he just flirted with.
Cheeky bastard.
He definitely defended Malarkey's interest in suited up women at some point.
Most assumed it was just out of courtesy because this man is a literal angel and everyone was going hard on Malark for absolutely no reason.
Truth is, he sees the appeal.
Yeah he very much sees the appeal.
BULL RANDLEMAN
Very quiet about his admiration so he goes unnoticed but uhhh definitely just as down for it as Don.
Some would underestimate his ability to sweettalk anyone into anything, by the way.
Forget Luz's obnoxiousness, Shifty gives out the most polite, subtle compliments to these women.
What a gentleman.
He probably would ask out a beautiful girl in a suit to everyone's surprise.
To some of them, an affirmative response from the woman would also come as a surprise.
Not for McClung though, he knew Shifty would get her duhhh.
Bull gives Hoob and Malark shit for drooling over Miss Tuxedo but high-key admires the women who wear them.
I don't know if he'd be attracted to them but he definitely thinks they're functional and badass, which he loves.
Specially if they smoke.
Actually, I feel like he would find this very sexy oop-
He would so have a "go girl" attitude whenever they would pass strutting by.
Honestly, I don't think he'd have much of an opinion on this, I firmly believe Bull loves functionality and tradition for him, and a suited up woman isn't very traditional :/.
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Uɴᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴀʙʟᴇ [Dᴏɴ Mᴀʟᴀʀᴋᴇʏ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]
Genre: Sad fluff
Warnings: Bro this is sad, talks of mental health, PTSD, all that sad stuff, mentions of death, mentions of wounds and blood, language, war stuff etc etC
Prompt: “Hiii can you do a malarkey x Canadian spy fic. Kind of like she just got out of Germany bc her cover got blown and is going through it. Pretty pretty please”
Requested by: @larubiaa (hope you enjoy honey)
Belladonna. That was the name used for the character she played so well. No, not the character she played while undercover within the cold walls of her rival country, the one that changes constantly to suit the environment in which she was placed in and the information she was needing to obtain. We’re talking about the character she portrayed day to day when she wasn’t engaged in the field, the stone-faced woman with the pursed lips and narrowed eyes that darted every which way discreetly, surveying every piece of information her gaze would land on. The first-class spy that her superiors spread such renown about. The woman that crowds would split for just so she had a clear path to walk; and walk with purpose she did. Untouchable is a word that comes to mind when people see her, with her gaze alone being enough to warn people not to test her. Belladonna was untouchable, the power of a hurricane held within her chest and poison running through her veins. But the codename was for a woman who was much more than just an agent undercover, this was an entirely different character, an award-winning actress hidden beneath the scrutinising eyes and confident strides.
Y/N. That was the name of the wounded young girl she hid so well. Masked by who people believed she was, the girl hadn’t been seen since the beginning of the war. With her soft voice, gentle heart, and a face that would light any room she walked into, this girl was special, she was rare. We’re talking about the real person, the one who hid behind so many names, the girl who you couldn’t help but let warm your heart with her constantly bright smile and crinkled eyes that shone with genuine emotion. With her entire life ahead of her, her head filled with ideas of snagging her dream career straight out of college and finding the man of her dreams to love her till the world stopped turning. She was a bright, young thing, compassionate and full of love, ready to jump at any opportunity to make those around her happy. But this young child had fled so far into herself in hopes of being able to shelter herself. Y/N, the real Y/N, was not untouchable, the inferiority of overwhelming emotion squeezed the very life out of her chest while emptiness ran through her veins. But the name was for a girl who was much more than just a scared, war-scarred child fighting for her life, this was just a person torn apart by conflict, a gentle being who’d succumbed to violence.
It was Belladonna who marched through the snow-choked forest just beyond the gravel road she had been following of which she believed to be within France’s walls, the sun doing nothing to warm her cold body as it shone down on her. At this point her mind was utterly reeling with possibility of where the hell she was, but if her senses and bearings told her correctly, she’d made it across the border a couple of nights ago in a flurry of frustration and anger. Her cover was blown, simply put. Not only that but three other agents had also been discovered, however, they were unfortunate to not make it out of the German town they had been placed in. The little voice in her head was almost thick with jealousy as she thought of them; perhaps they were the fortunate ones, for death had always seemed to be the easier path than whatever this torturous route was.
Chattering teeth, shortened huffs of breath and the chilling wind moving through the trees was the only noise that could be heard around her. This set her jaw into a clench as unease crept into her bones, the small open wound on her neck aching from movement. One could almost mistake the quiet for being peaceful, yet a war-hardened woman like herself knew how to not trust in anything positive being sent her way, especially not now. So, when the sound of rumbling began to echo from the direction she was walking in, the woman knew best to throw herself between the foliage before her, pulling the tattered scarf she had spun round her neck across her face. Her right hand clenched and unclenched in anticipation beside the pistol that was tucked into her pants as the noise sounded louder and louder. It was then several trucks could be seen along the road she had been following, their trailer bumping and shuddering across the gravel as several heads popped into view from within them. Belladonna’s eyes assessed the trucks as they rolled closer, her gaze narrowing on several points of information, many of which pointed to these being American soldiers. That was always a good start, she thought to herself.
The woman stayed ducked behind several bushes as the trucks seemed to come to a halt beside the exact spot she sunk into. Soldier upon soldier began to pour out of the back of the trucks, though chatter and banter seemed to be kept to a minimum, the forlorn looks on their faces being enough to tell her these boys had been through hell and back. Join the club, she thought. She’d have to be careful now, though they were allied forces, the idea of an unknown figure appearing out of nowhere would not be welcomed with open arms in any way, shape, or form. She waited patiently for any opportunity she could find with minutes ticking by as she observed the men before her. It was then a single soldier split off from the rest, a sergeant by the looks of his sleeve, his path leading him directly towards her. Belladonna watched him carefully, her cat like eyes taking in his form as he slugged over to the tree directly beside her. She thought perhaps he’d come to relieve himself away from the eyes of the men he was with, however, it wasn’t until a deep sigh left his lips that she began to ponder that thought. The man held the same look many of the others did, with tired eyes and slumped shoulders, and yet, the woman couldn’t help but admire the face before her as he sighed again. He gently threw his head forward against the tree he’d stopped at, his right hand reaching for the bark while his left fiddled around with something small, she couldn’t quite see. The woman’s head tilted in curiosity as he stood there, almost unmoving, with his eyes downcast on the item within his hand.
It was then that Y/N was felt rising to the surface of Belladonna’s façade, her gaze softening on the clearly emotionally exhausted man. With a random surge of empathy, the girl moved to a crouch quietly as to not scare the man more than she’d have to.
“You look like you’ve been through hell, Sergeant.” She said as gently as possible. The man whipped around at that moment, his hand clutching for his rifle in an instant as the girl found herself in the common position of looking down the barrel of a gun. Her hands raised quickly as to show surrender, her legs pushing her to stand slowly. “It’s alright, I’m a friend.” She continued carefully, taking in the shaking of the man’s hands as he took in the figure before him. The man let out of stuttered question of who she was, but his grip loosened immensely on the weapon he held before him, his knuckles no longer white. The girl shivered unnoticeably as she looked directly into the man’s eyes before taking in the rest of his face as much as she could now that he was facing her. The fear and sadness that clouded his eyes was clear, and the girl held herself back from surging forward to pull the man into her arms. It shocked her really, for her hidden emotions to climb back up after years of being cut off while she stared at this broken man in understanding. It was then that she let Y/N slip in and take full control of her choices as a gentle smile pulled to her lips.
“As I said, I’m a friend.”
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The next few hours flew passed in a blur of snow-covered trees and engine hums as the jeep she sat on moved forward and slowed to settle in the French town of Hagenau. She hadn’t seen much of the red headed man with the sad eyes since her integration into the sea of American soldiers, and with his departure came the full return of Belladonna. A conversation with who she now knew as the 501st Paratrooper regiment’s executive officer, Captain Winters, and one intelligence officer by the name of Nixon, lead to her being given a loose pack of k-rations and set up on one of the jeeps with said officers wrapped in a spare piece of warm kit. She was lucky, she knew, to have been found by the red headed soldier she had been informed to be Sergeant Malarkey and sent to talk to his commanding officers, one of whom had heard many things about the Canadian agent that is Belladonna. Many other American soldiers may have just left her to her own devices to trek the frozen lands of France to find her own way back to the closest OSS camp.
Movement behind her caused the woman to stir from the sleep she hadn’t realised she’d slipped into, her hand ripping the side arm from its place on her hip as she shot up in her spot. She was meet with the smirking eyes of the intelligence officer who stood directly before her staring down the barrel of her pistol. He threw his hands up in mock surrender as the room seemed to draw to a quiet, a few people lingering around them only just taking notice of the woman.
“Hold your horses’ agent. Thought we’d come to an understanding.” Nixon smirk widened as he stepped forward and placed a gentle hand on top of the barrel, pushing it towards the floor. “That was definitely a sight I didn’t know I needed to see.” Dropping his left eye in a wink, he moved back to his previous position next to Captain Winters who she’d only just noticed. Her next survey of the room placed Easy’s CO Speirs, First Sergeant Lipton and three unknown faces in the room with them. She took a quiet breath of relief before placing her side arm back and pulling herself to the edge of the chair, tugging the army green coat to her cold body.
“Listen up...” Winters began. Belladonna listened in as he detailed a patrol for a prisoner grab that night. His eyes wandered to hers as he spoke, his words pausing as he did so before he turned to Speirs and muttered something to him, the latter man’s gaze also shifting to her before he nodded. The red-haired Captain spoke the agent’s name then, her face showing no movement but a raised brow at that point.
“Captain Winters.”
“You speak fluent German, yes?”
“As fluent as an undercover spy can.” She replied with a small smirk as she pulled her body to stand, reaching for a canteen cup full of steaming coffee that Nixon was holding out to her. Winters nodded, pursing his lips as he did.
“You got any interrogation experience agent?” He questioned to which the woman let out a quiet snort into her cup as she sipped the hot drink. She glanced up at the man, her face completely clear of emotion.
“I was taught by the best, Sir.”
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The woman treaded carefully up the stairs behind the two soldiers leading the way to second platoons housing. The current job she’d been given by Winters was practically babysitting duty for the new officer at this point, though she wasn’t about to say no to the man who’d offered her a warm place to rest, good food and medical help as well as the promise of connecting her back to her superiors when they got the chance. This lieutenant was the bright eyed and busy tailed kind of fresh, so it was no wonder that the CO felt inclined to have him watched, even if the only person he really had to spare wasn’t even one of his own soldiers but a Canadian spy.
The room they walked into held around the half of the men left in second platoon, but her gaze only glanced over them for a moment before flitting to the man who stood staring out the window, a cup of joe in his hands. The men quietened as soon as they saw the three new misfits who had wandered in. She wasn’t sure who was being looked at more, the new wide-eyed officer who barely looked like he’d finished high school, the clean faced soldier who hadn’t been seen for months after taking a wound to the leg, or the mysterious outsider woman dressed in their clothes. The red headed Sergeant was certainly looking at one more than the others, that one was for certain. Their gazes clash as they stared at each other, both halting any movement they had been making, but it was the woman who regained control of her body first, continuing her trek further into the room before stopping beside the new officer as if nothing had happened. Masking her feelings was something Belladonna was best at.
The woman listened again as Lieutenant Jones spoke to the Sergeant, watching as the red head continued to flick his eyes back and forth between the two. If Belladonna was any other woman, she might have found a blush spreading across her cheeks at the idea of this man looking at her the way he was, but she was not any other woman, she was Agent Belladonna of the Office of Strategic Services (OSS), trained at Camp X to be one of the best. And one of the best she was, for she had mastered the art of masking who she was to play the role of any person she had to for the information she needed. In a way, it was sad really, to see this woman so hellbent on cutting off her emotions that she wouldn’t even change a shade under the endearing eyes of another.
Sergeant Malarkey moved forward to speak to his platoon about the patrol after a few minutes of conversing with Jones, all of which Belladonna had kept an ear open to while also surveying the men behind them who muttered to one another about several different things. The men angrily spoke to one another about the choice of soldiers going on patrol to which Malarkey just shook his head and sighed at before walking back over to his spot by the table, his finger tinkering with the radio he held. She watched as he pulled at the wires in frustration before stepping forward and taking two of them out of his grasp. The man jumped back a little before resuming his place where he was, watching as the woman looked at him and then the radio. She didn’t say a word as she began to patch the radio up quickly, after all, she was highly trained with any form of communication device.
“You’re good at this.” The man almost whispered to her as he watched her fingers work at tugging and attaching several wires before she pulled back finished. Her gaze moved to his when she stepped back, almost knocking into him as she hadn’t realised how close she was to him, but his hands fell to her hips in an instant, steading her on her feet. If you had been watching the two closely you would have noticed the pause in their movements as they both absentmindedly savoured the feeling of someone being so intimately close. Belladonna quickly snapped back, clearing her throat briefly and moving away from his hands before nodding her head.
“It’s one of the things I do best.” She responded almost sharply, yet an unknowingly small smile pulled to her lips, Y/N breaking through once again. The man smiled a small smile at her back at her, an expression she had wished she could continue to see more often, before he too nodded his head. It was in that moment where she had caught herself staring a little too intently at the man’s face that she got an uneasy feeling in her stomach. Her smile dropped in an instant and her eyes seemed to dart around the room with a look of doubt spreading across her expression. The sergeant before her watched in confusion before asking her what was wrong. She didn’t respond, only glanced around once more before looking back at him, unease never leaving her face. A faint noise whistled her ears for a split second before her eye widened and she grasped quickly for the man in front of her, tugging him towards her as she turned her body towards the door.
“MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!” She yelled, as the noise grew louder and was accompanied shortly by the sound of a nearby building being hit by explosives. The group shoved one another down the stairs, with Malarkey’s hands coming back to rest on the woman’s hips to guide her safely but quickly down. Artillery blasts and yelling was prominently the only noises heard, but then again, most of them had ringing ear anyway. The basement room was finally reached as most of them men threw themselves under any piece of solid furniture. Malarkey pulled Belladonna close to him, shoving her into a concrete alcove by the door while using his body to cover her. If the adrenaline hadn’t had been pumping through their veins, they might have taken a second to enjoy the body heat radiating off one another as they pressed as close as they could to each other.
As quickly as it had come, it had stopped, the sound of laughter quick to follow as they all let out a sigh of relief. The girl released the tension in her shoulders but didn’t move to let go of the man’s coat she had been desperately clinging to as she felt the hot air blowing on her neck from Malarkey’s breath. She moved her head to look up at him as he did the same, both savouring in the moment of just being two people staring into another’s eyes as their gazes both softened. He smiled ever so slightly at her before stepping back. He then let out a forced chuckle as the men all moved out of their hiding spots, most standing with smiles of relief on their face. Yet, the woman beside him didn’t seem to change expressions at all, just kept the same slightly pouted lips and narrowed eyes as always. She would never admit that she was shit scared in that moment, trying so hard to hold herself from trembling as she continued to her the noise of explosions going off in her head even though they had stopped. The noise was followed by gunshots, screams, and the begging, oh god the pleading, a constant memory replaying over and over in her head. Malarkey watched her carefully as it seemed the life just drained from her face before she turned back to him and saw the mirror image of his eyes in her. Sadness, overwhelming sadness and loss seemed to flicker behind the dead look in her eyes before she shortly looked away to one of the other soldiers in the room who had addressed her.
“Hey lady, how the hell did you know?” One of the scrawnier boys had questioned.
“You just do private. Years of this shit forces you to learn.”
He hadn’t seen her in a while, not since she’d left him to sleep to wait for the patrol to end. They’d spoken for hours when night fell, the broken man pulling tighter and tighter on the heartstrings of the war-scarred girl, much as she had been doing to him. After the first artillery strike, they’d barely left each other’s side aside from when she’d been escorted off to her own shower, and even then, he’d been so adamant to be the one to ensure she could take a moment in her own privacy that he returned to stand guard as soon as he’d had his own. How they had bonded so closely, none of the men knew for he had been so closed off since Bastogne and she, well she was a whole other story. A lone woman forced into a mess of paratroopers, with such an intimidating gaze and a sharp tongue that no one else had bothered to talk to her aside from when they had to.
“Have you seen Belladonna?” He’d asked some of his men the next day, his worry growing by the second. They all shook their heads aside from Liebgott who nodded his head behind him.
“Saw her walk off by the river after talking to Nixon. She’s likely still over there.”
He found her there, pressed up against the side of one of the bordering houses, her eyes still completely dead as she stared at the blood soaking her fingers from the private they had just lost. She hadn’t talked to Jackson at all as he seemed to scurry away as soon as she was near, but she had observed him, just a young boy with a life still to live when he got home from the war. And now that was never going to happen.
She had always wondered what her breaking point would be, but she had never thought it was going to be someone she didn’t know. Maybe the observation skills she had were not as much a gift as she had always been told. It was a curse to know so much from just a single glance of an environment. She felt like she’d known so many people she’d never spoken to, experienced so many things through watching others do them, lived so many lives that were not hers and yet she had barely lived at all. Not as herself, not as Y/N. She had killed so many of her own personas off, yet she’d never considered that if they were to die from a bullet to the chest instead of just the shedding of a mask then it wouldn’t be them dying but herself. She hadn’t lived and yet she could die in any moment and stop that from ever being an option. And that made Y/N want to cry; so, she did.
He found her there, staring at the ground with no emotion on her face but every emotion in her head, running through her veins and constricting the life out of her chest. He stepped towards her and gently whispered her name as not to scare her before he dropped beside her. The tears came as soon as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close to him. She sobbed and she whimpered, the girl shedding her perfect mask with every salty tear that fell down her cheeks. He whispered quietly to her, held her close to his chest as she let it all out; three years of pain and misery, loss and fury, guilt and sadness. He clutched her to him like she was his own lifeline, the only thing keeping him grounded in a world torn apart piece by piece. As she cried, he listened, feeling more connected and understanding of someone’s pain than he thought he ever would before. He had remembered the night before when she had retold the story of her escape from German, of the three others she had lost, all of whom she had been close to. She told it with little emotion, just the dull, drained looked as she always had, and he had sat there wondering how someone who had gone through so much had reacted so little. But he had also seen it in her eyes, the overwhelming emotion he himself had felt, it was there. When she had first spoken to him in the forest, with such a gentle smile as he held a rifle to her face, and again when she had clutched so tightly at his coat after the artillery strike. He had seen her in those moments, truly seen her. Not Belladonna, but Y/N.
Malarkey saw her with no mask, no persona, no façade, he just saw Y/N. She saw this herself when she had looked up at him, small hiccups leaving her mouth as she quietened down after what had likely been nearly an hour of him holding her while she cried. He saw her, and that was everything. She had sniffled a little before mumbling a quiet ‘thank you’ to the man who smiled in return and boldly placed a gentle kiss to her hairline.
“You’re welcome agent.” He had replied while watching her stare at him with such vulnerable eyes. In this moment he realised, she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever laid eyes on, and with or without the glossy, red eyes, slightly snotty nose and dirty coat that was several sizes too big for her he would continue to think that.
“Y/N.” She’d whispered to him.
“What.”
“My real name. It’s Y/N.”
“Y/N. A beautiful name to fit a beautiful girl.” He’d replied with a smile, one which she returned gently. He pulled her close once more and rested his chin on her head before letting out a quiet sigh of contempt. “I’ll always be here for you Y/N. Now that you’ve trapped me, you can’t ever get rid of me.” He had continued, causing her to let out a quiet giggle. She reached around her waist to grasp at one of his hands that had rested there before giving it a fond squeeze.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way Sergeant.” And in that moment, with Don pressed against her side placing delicate kisses to her head occasionally, Y/N had felt truly untouchable.
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Hello my love!! Could we get some Malarkey headcanons that are just super tooth-rottingly sweet? xoxox
Emmyyyyy💓💓💓 the world definitely needs more adorable Malarkey content and I am oh so happy to provide it!
He's a cuddler! He'll hug you really close and then if you try to escape he'll pull you back in even tighter.
He likes to do nice things for you out of the blue. Everyday you spend together is special and he likes to show you that. He'll bring you home flowers or cook you a nice dinner or give you a foot rub.
He's a total animal lover. He sees one and gets all starry eyed and moony and bends down to talk to them.
He's such a great listener. If you're ever feeling down or having a bad day he'll happily sit down with you and let you get it all off your chest.
He's also super playful too. He'll teasingly whack you with the dish towel and you'll end up chasing each other around the house laughing your heads off.
Despite being so fun-loving and bubbly, he also enjoys spending quiet moments together just enjoying the comfortable silence.
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Hey Poe!
Sooo it was a hard desicion which one to take but...
confessing when the other one is sleeping - Don Malarkey
(I'm literally so excited!)
Thank you!!!
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CONFESSING WHEN THE OTHER IS SLEEPING — DON MALARKEY / send a gesture from this list!
Whoever started that rumor that Hell was a fiery hot pit was sorely mistaken. Sitting in this foxhole, his teeth chattering to the point of pain in his jaw — he’s certain there’s nothing worse than the cold. During the day, whatever hot food they could surmise was a welcomed grace. At night, when they’re watching the line, however — no such luck.
“Don?” the voice is soft and he shifts his gaze upward. You stand at the edge of his foxhole, and look to the empty spot next to him. “This seat taken?” In spite of his cold-induced misery, he smiles, shifting over slightly.
“It is now, I guess.” You slide into the pit, immediately wriggling into place as he spreads his blanket between the two of you.
If this was Hell, you made it better — that much was undeniable. He’d known you since Toccoa, when you annexed yourself into his circle of friends with your wit and charm. You were disarming like that, a joke on the tip of your tongue, never one stew in your anger. If anything, you expelled it; pouring it onto the battlefield in one way or another. Whether it was the force behind the bullet or the strength that let you pull a man to his feet — you were equal parts lively and tenacious and it was what Don really really liked about you.
Enough for those like Skip and Guarnere to call attention to it, often leaving him with flushed cheeks.
He feels you shiver against him, and it’s instinctual in the way he immediately goes to wrap an arm around you, pulling you into his side. Were it not for the helmet on your head, he would’ve pressed his cheek to the top of your head. He feels your arm slip around his torso, pulling him impossibly closer.
“How’re you feeling?” he mutters, breaking the silence.
“Cold.” You respond, with a bit of a sarcastic snort. And then, squeezing his side. “Warmer, now.” Your voice is a soft murmur, but you’re so close that he can hear every word regardless. If you’d been looking up, your breath would likely fan over his face. The thought makes him flush, as much as he can given the circumstances. He rubs small circles into your shoulder with his thumb, until your frame slumps against his and your body rises and falls evenly.
He can’t help but allow his mind to wander to some far off life, where you’re not shivering, but you’re still cozied against his side like this. Yellow morning light drenching a shared bedroom. Maybe the pounding of tiny feet in a hallway. Maybe it’s nothing but a silly pipe dream. Maybe he’ll get blown to bits tomorrow and this is his last night of grace. But the thought makes him smile.
He murmurs your name once, to ensure you’re sleeping. When you don’t respond, he lets out a breath of relief.
“I think I like you more than I meant to,” Maybe he’s so cold he’s turning delirious, because it slips out so effortlessly. “But when this is all over, if we get through this, I’d really like to go home with you. If you want that too, I mean.”
You don’t respond, and he doesn’t expect you to. But if you smile to yourself at his murmured words — what he doesn’t know won’t kill him.
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Chapter 1- The Age of Chivalry
Summary: You're reassigned to Easy Company when one of their medics was injured pre D-Day. You expect some sass from the Company since you'll be the only female soldier in 100 miles but never expected for any of them to befriend you.
Author Note: Mature audience, Joe LiebgottxFemMedic, WW2, Character introduction, Pre D-Day, She/Her Pronouns, Y/N, L/N, Cursing/Swearing, Derogatory Slurs, Womanizing Comments, Military Terminology, Inappropriate Nicknames, Band of Brothers References, Mentions of Weaponry, Smoking, Story takes place Episode 1- Currahee
*These stories may not fall entirely in accordance with the TV series timeline. I do not know the real soldiers the actors portray in this series, so please understand I show no disrespect. Some or most of historical events and character interactions in my fanfics are fabricated purely for the sake of the enjoyment of fiction*
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October 1943
It was never a good idea to mix a single female with a Company of deprived men in the Army...but here you are. You found out you were assigned to Easy Company 2nd Battalion 101st Airborne Division in Fall 1943 when they lost one of their medics to an injury. Although you trained separately from the males at Toccoa in the Divisional medical unit and were one of very few females allowed to work alongside men, you got along quite well with most of the guys. You held your own never asking for special treatment or never played the ‘damsel in distress’ card, so Easy Company learned rather quickly that you can keep up.
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You remember the day you arrived at Aldbourne, England to make contact with the boys of Easy Company. With your reassignment order in hand, you approach a group of soldiers sitting at a picnic bench outside a building. All of them looking a bit rough, but nonetheless smoking and joking with eachother. They take a pause as they notice you approaching them. Some of them sizing you up and down as you carry your duffel full of medical supplies and wearing fatigues that have yet to see the battlefields like theirs have.
“Hey, you lost there, lady?” Private Roy Cobb called out to you, sizing you up again as you continued to walk towards them without faltering.
You shoot the mouthy Private a look of disdain before responding.
“I’m looking for Corporal Roe. I was told to make contact with him as soon I arrived.” You speak to the group as a whole.
They all exchanged looks and a few whispers.
Corporal George Luz stood up.
“Why, I’m Eugene Roe. But around here they call me, ‘Doc.’” He declared confidently with a cocky grin.
The others started to snicker. One laid a heavy pat on his shoulder showing his appreciation of the joke.
You rolled your eyes, releasing an exasperated sigh.
Sergeant Denver Randleman stood from the bench, then walked towards you pushing Luz aside shaking his head as he passed him. He was a larger man. Like a bear. Never removing the cigar hanging out of the corner of his mouth as he spoke to you.
“He’s across the way this way, I’ll take ya to him.” He said, motioning you along in the opposite direction.
“Thank you, Sergeant.” You reply.
“No problem. And it’s just ‘Bull,’ ma’am.” He said politely in his thick Southern accent as he passed you leading the way.
You turn on your heel and proceed to follow Bull, ignoring the distant whistles you heard from some of the men you just met behind you.
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“I hope the guys haven’t given you too much trouble so far?” stated the actual Eugene ‘Doc’ Roe when you crossed into the designated aid station.
“Nothing I haven’t dealt with before, Doc.” You say with conviction.
Bull chuckled, finding your response amusing.
“Yeah, I bet.” Doc replied before continuing.
“Well, let’s get you in processed here, and squared away. Thanks for bringing her here, Bull. I’m sure those other idiots would’ve just sent her to their barracks.” he said with a roll of his eyes.
Bull nodded with a small wave.
“See you at chow, L/N.” Bull called back to you before he left.
When Bull returned to where the others were still gathered, they bombarded him with questions.
“Did you catch her name??” Sergeant (Sgt) Don Malarkey prodded.
“-is she coming to Easy Company??” Sgt Bill Guarnere interrupted before Bull could answer.
“-did she say anything about me?” Luz questioned.
As the interrogation got heavier, he threw his hands up and removed the cigar from his mouth.
“GUYS!! Take it easy, will ya? You’ll see her later at chow, just don’t attack her with all of these questions right away, k? We don’t want to scare her off now, do we?” He explained as he replaced his cigar and walked away.
They all swapped looks of excitement.
“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m going to have me a shower before dinner this evening.” Corporal Joe Liebgott stated while flicking his cigarette butt, rising from the picnic bench, shouldering his rifle.
“Ok, Liebgott, like you have a shot.” Malarkey teased.
Liebgott turned to him.
“Oh contrare, I feel you underestimate me, Don.” He shot back at Malarkey while walking backwards, then turning back around.
The group scoffed at him collectively.
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You got to chow early before any of the other men started to show up. You tucked yourself way in the back at a long table in the corner. You made sure to keep your head down, hanging over a tray trying to swallow some of the Army’s finest slop.
“Should’ve just stuck to a dinner roll with margarine.” You whispered to yourself as you grimaced from the last mouthful of mystery meat from your plate.
“Not exactly a high-end dish from The Ritz, now, is it?” Sgt Carwood Lipton joked as he sat down across from you with his own serving of slop.
“Yeah, not quite.” You respond while poking at a hard, clay-like mound on your plate that was supposed to be mashed potatoes.
“You’ll get used to it.” Bull stated as he sat next to you with his tray.
You ‘psh-ed’ at Bull’s statement.
“I highly doubt that. But I’ll make do.” You convinced yourself. “Surprisingly not the worst food I’ve had.” You added.
“Really, there’s something out there worse than this?” Lipton asked astonished as he stirred his cold soup that looked like ketchup and water.
“Oh yeah! Pixley and Ehler’s Diner on Clark Street in Chicago has some questionable selections.” You explained.
“Is that where you’re from?” Corporal Frank Perconte queried as he sat next to Lipton.
“I am.” You replied with pride.
“You Italian then?” Guarnere asked, inviting himself to the conversation, sitting next to Perconte.
“Italian and Irish.” You clarified.
“Ssshh, a goddam Mick-Deigo.” Guarnere sneered crinkling his nose in disgust.
“Leave’er alone, Gonorrhea.” Liebgott interjected sitting next to Bull.
“I’m guessing you're Italian?” You directed at Guarnere.
“Sicilian, actually.” He retorted.
“Hm, you know that Sicilians aren’t real Italians, right? Sicily is just like Australia. All the criminals of Britain were shipped there to be ostracized from the mainland. Sicily is just an island of Italy’s delinquents.” You taunted.
The others “ooooo-ed” in unison. Even Perconte who was the other Italian of Easy company.
“She got you there, Guarnere.” Bull teased.
Everyone laughed. Except Guarnere.
“You think you’re funny?” Guarnere challenged.
You sighed and looked at him deadpan in the face without an ounce of fear to show.
“Come on, Guarnere, she was only dishing out what you gave her.” Perconte defended.
“Shut your trap, Perconte, you should be on my side!” he said slamming a fist onto the surface of the table then pointing at him.
The rest of the table filled up with remaining members of Easy Company that could fit that wanted to see the fight unfold.
You folded your arms in front of you on top of the table and leaned forward, making sure you got Guarnere’s attention, then spoke with distinct fire in your voice.
“You think I’m some dame just showing up here straight out of basic training not knowing how to handle myself with soldiers? I’ve been whistled at, barked at, howled at, catcalled, pinched, ass slapped, and manhandled by the worst of them, pal. You labeling me because of my heritage ain’t gonna do shit to me. But I’ll be damned you disrespect me like I haven’t earned the right to be respected. Just remember, I’m the one that’s going to be tending to you if you get shot in the field, sergeant.”
You glare at him, then rise harshly from your seat, leaving the rest of the table in a state of awe and shock.
“Good job, Gonorrhea. You pissed her off now.” Liebgott pointed out with an audible tsk.
“Fuck her.” Guarnere spit back.
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As soon as you left the chow hall, you found a spot out of sight to catch your breath and slow your heart rate. You leaned against a post looking up towards the night sky taking deep controlled breaths.
“Corporal L/N?” You’re startled by the voice of Lieutenant (LT) Richard Winters. You snap to attention ready to render a salute, but he waves you down.
“As you were. Are you alright?” He asked as you relaxed your stance.
“Yessir, just getting some fresh air.” You reassured.
He looked at you with skepticism, not believing you were telling him the entire truth.
You continued.
“A room full of men who haven’t showered in a few days can make a gal lightheaded.” You joked.
The corner of LT Winters’ mouth started to curl into a slight grin, trying his best not to laugh outloud at your quick wit.
“I see, L/N. Well rest up, we’ll need you to be ready when we move out for the next mission.” He explained.
“Yes, sir. Have a good night.” You replied.
Winters gave a nod and entered the chow hall.
LT Winters bee lined for his company’s table. His men all greeted him cheerfully as he approached the table.
“Lieutenant, got a seat open right here.” Bull called out, gesturing to your vacant spot.
“No thanks, Bull, I’ve eaten already.” Winters responded. He paused before he continued.
“Just ran into Corporal L/N on the way in-” He paused again to assess the men’s reaction.
Some continued eating, pretending like they hadn’t really heard. Lipton, Bull and Liebgott looked up at Winters waiting for him to continue.
“She seemed somewhat troubled.” Winters finished. He waited for anyone to speak up, looking at the group expectantly.
“Maybe her panties got all up in a twist, sir.” Guarnere offered up sarcastically.
Some of the men chortled in response.
Winters, Bull, Lipton, and Liebgott weren’t amused.
“Well, she only said a room full of foul-smelling males made her dizzy and she needed fresh air.” Winters relayed, while looking at Guarnere suspiciously.
The men all started to smell their armpits self-consciously.
“Corporal Liebgott.” Winters called out.
“Sir?”
“Get out there and escort L/N to her tent.” Winters instructed.
“Yes, sir.” Liebgott acknowledged.
“L/N will not walk around alone at night, gentlemen. I don’t care who goes with her, but make sure she always has a battle buddy in the hours of darkness. Tracking?” Winters asked, raising his voice authoritatively.
The table responded “yes, sir” simultaneously.
Liebgott rushed out excitedly and hustled down the street to catch you before you got too far.
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You were aways a bit ahead before Liebgott found you.
“Hey, L/N! Wait up!” He called after you.
You turned around looking for the voice calling your name.
You stopped walking, waiting for Liebgott trotting over to catch up to you.
“Can I help you?” You asked with a little more harshness in your voice than you intended.
“As a matter of fact, I’m here to help you. I have the honor of accompanying you to your barracks.” He responded with enthusiasm and a smile.
You were taken aback. You raised an eyebrow at him.
“Oh?” You questioned before continuing. “That’s quite unexpectedly chivalrous of you.”
“Well, you have Winters to thank for that, it was his idea.” He responded quite bluntly.
You rolled your eyes.
“Hm, I see.” You reply briskly.
Liebgott realized he sounded like an asshole right then.
“Of course, if you approve, I’ll appoint myself your permanent battle buddy from now on.” He extended with his signature smirk as you resumed walking together.
You felt your face heat up. You averted your eyes to the ground so he wouldn’t see you blush. But Joseph Liebgott doesn’t miss a thing. He grinned wider.
“If those are the LT’s orders, then have at it, Liebgott.” You replied coldly.
“Nah, that last part was my idea.” He stated proudly.
You shot him a confused expression, then he winked at you.
You laughed nervously, looking away quickly to break the awkwardness you felt in the pit of your stomach.
He smiled at you affectionately.
“And call me Joe.” He added.
“Y/N.” You reply looking up at him through your lashes.
“Look, sorry if I’m making it weird. And don’t listen to Gonorrhea. He’s just a jackass with a height deficiency. The kid always has some stupid shit to say.” He explained.
You nod trying to suppress a giggle.
“This is me.” You announce as you approach the entrance to your sleeping quarters. You turn to face Joe. “Thank you for the chat, and the company, Liebgott…I mean Joe.” You say dotingly.
“Forget it. So?” He asked.
You were genuinely confused.
“Sooo?” You reply.
“Am I your permanent evening escort?” he asked with a grin and a wink.
This time you laugh outwardly at his attempt at a flirty sexual inuendo.
“If by ‘evening escort’ you mean my nightly walk to and from one location to another, I’d have to say....I’ll think about it.” You respond flirtatiously with a wink in return.
His face lit up.
“Well alright then. We’ll take another test run tomorrow night.” He proposed.
You shook your head smiling, astounded by the level of confidence this man had.
“Good night, Joe.” You finalized as you disappear beyond the threshold of the tent entrance.
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Another idea I would love to see you write (and it doesn't have to be NSFW if it makes you uncomfortable) is Malarkey, Babe, Chuck, Shifty, Winters (and anyone else you want to write) reactions to seeing all the various scars you received during the war for the first time. The scars can be wherever on the body you want to put them and the injuries that caused them can be different for each guy if you want; I will leave that to your creativity and discretion. I would just find it interesting to see how you think they'd react bc, while injuries during the war became probably a daily occurrence for the men that they've grown accustomed to, you're technically not a man and how could you have gotten hurt?
ugh I absolutely love this request it’s so creative, thank you sm!! I hope it’s what you were picturing, if not feel free to request another :) i’m comfortable writing NSFW but for this request I haven’t gone too crazy, but there is some mentions of potential smut? I can also understand how the topic of scars should be a TW- but no mentions of any self inflicted scars.
Easy Boys reaction to seeing your scars:
Dick Winters:
I think he’d probably notice the small, circular scar on the back of your lower hip during seggsy time.
he wouldn’t point it out, seeing as that seemed rude and a bit off putting mid activity- especially seeing as it was one of the first times the two of you sleep together.
it’s afterwards that you’re cuddling when his hand travels down, “how did you get this?”
“oh, that scar?” You’d begin to laugh, leaving him a little confused. “Accidental cigarette burn from a guy I was treating in Normandy.”
Dick is a little confused, you seem so amused so he’s following along with a smile but it’s the most confusing thing ever.
what actually happened is pretty lighthearted, you were treating a wounded guy in the infirmary in Normandy, and well, his eyes were bandaged up and accidentally mistook you for the ash tray?
a pretty funny story, it burnt at the time, but you don’t mind the small scar, in fact it’s even amusing to you. Dick doesn’t notice it often, but when he remembers the story you told him he’d smile every single time he’d see it again.
Babe Heffron:
In Austria you’re wearing your summer uniform/ clothes, things are more relaxed, and so when your top falls down your collarbone the slightest bit, you don’t think anything of it.
“Wha- hey! How’d you get that?!” That was until a certain Babe Heffron chimed up, sounding overwhelmingly concerned, eyes focused on your upper chest.
“What?” At first you’d cover it up, unconsciously before even realising what he’d seen.
he’d hurry over, taking a peak to sigh with relief when he realised it was an older scar.
“Babe.” You’d grumble, pulling your top further up out of embarrassment.
“Oh, hey- no, don’t be upset, I was just worried thas all. It’s not everyday I see a lady with a scar, y’know.” His hand would smooth down your arm, worried he’d offended you, but he’s so sweet, how could you ever be upset at Babe?
“It’s from Bastogne, right?” Unlike the other men (apart from Gene) Babe would probably recognise where it was from.
“The bombing at the church, yeah.”
“I like it, looks cool.” He’d be so honest and genuine, at first I think you’d be a little shy, but Babe finds it so unique, and well- it makes you you.
the major downfall however is that you obviously got hurt, resulting in this scar. He can’t bare the idea of you hurt, it sends a chill through to his bone.
Chuck Grant:
Chuck is no stranger to scars especially after the war, so when he notices you’ve got a couple littered around your leg he doesn’t point them out due to knowing how sensitive that topic can be.
theyre white and faded now, only small, but I feel like Chuck would probably recognise they’re from Bastogne- like he’s seen the wounds the splintered trees cause, he figured it would be something like that.
in reality they were a present from Haguenau. An exploded building left your leg semi trapped, luckily not broke, but it hurt like a bitch and left you with the constant reminder of the pain.
You’d tell him one day after a shower, when you caught him looking at them. “I know they’re ugly.” You’d wince, conscious.
“Ugly? No, c��mere, babe.” He’d pull you into his lap, hand on your thigh as he kisses you so tenderly.
“Nothin’ about you could ever be ugly, doll.” Ugh he’d be sooo sweet and kind, reassuring you in the best way possible whilst accidentally seducing you.
Shifty Powers:
Too cute omg, he wouldn’t even really notice too much, I mean everybody has scars. You’d lay and night and he’d caress your skin, not caring if there was a scar or two littered around your shoulder.
“How’d ya’ get this?” He’d ask softly when the two of you were both falling asleep.
“Nothin’ exciting, I was playing around in the water when we were in Austria and caught my shoulder on the pier gettin’ out the water. I wish it was a better story.”
Shifty would find it so amusing because only you would wish you had a better story to tell about a scar. The rest on your body are from your childhood, Shifty would love hearing the stories that come along with each scar.
Eugene Roe:
Unlike some of the men I think Gene would’ve actually been there when you got injured.
you’re a woman, part of the medic team, a field nurse really which is attached to easy company, so you’re close to the men, especially Gene, throughout the war.
Gene would still remember vividly the day you got hit, how he failed to protect you, cover you. A sniper came out of nowhere, catching you in the shoulder. Gene can only imagine the bullet was meant for him and not you.
He’s the one that patched you up to the best of his abilities, it’s one thing treating a man, but to be treating a girl? Especially one he liked- well his hands were shaking and he was reassuring you non stop.
the scar left was only small, luckily there was no complications and you got lucky and could get back to work real quick.
Every time Eugene notices the scar it reminds him of what happened to you. At first he wouldn’t talk about it. Then, slowly you get it out of him and he’s so soft with you.
“I just don’t know what I woulda’ done.” He’d sigh, burrowing his face in your neck/ chest pressing kisses to your skin.
“Well you don’t have to think that, cos I’m still here with you now, Gene.”
Don Malarkey:
Don would actually notice the fresh scar on leg during Haguenau when you were rolling your socks up, he gets a peak at the flesh on your calf.
“Woah, that looks nasty, how’d you get that?” He comes and sits behind you, waiting for you to turn around.
“Fuckin’ tripped and fell, Malark. Out of everything that coulda happened to me I got this from falling over.”
Malark is more concerned about your wellbeing but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t break a smile.
“That’s just your luck.” He’d smile, rubbing your leg gently to check if it hurt. “You’re ok now though? So you don’t need carrying around everywhere?”
“I wouldn’t object to that…”
No but seriously, Don is a massive sweetheart, he probably would carry you around Austria just for the fun of it, he still blames it on your ‘cut leg’ that he needs to do that.
in reality he’s just flirting with you and knows it’s super easy for you to kiss him whilst he’s holding you like that.
Lewis Nixon:
“What’d you do?” He’d ask as soon as he saw it, running his hand back against your hair, revealing a kinda small scar placed near your hairline.
it’s early in the morning, the two of you are lounging in bed with a cup of tea or coffee, preparing to have a lazy day.
“Oh, it’s from running Currahee, I face-palmed the floor.”
“Ouch, what did Sobel say?”
“thank god he wasn’t there to see it. I got a matching one on my knee too, from the same fall.” You’d pull out your bare leg from the covers and he’d purposefully slide his hand up your thigh, then over the scar on your knee.
“Nice. Battle scars.” He smirked, teasing and pulling your leg over his to give him a cuddle.
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Hi! Do you have any headcannons of the boys taking care of you when you’re sick?
Hello there Anon! Thanks for your patience as I catch up on requests. I hope you like these 💕🕊️
Dick Winters: When he's sick, he fully expects himself to just push through like he normally would. Whoever notices that he's not feeling well practically has to force him to sit down and rest. But if you're sick? Completely different story - he's immediately asking questions, trying to figure out what's wrong; making you tea; taking your temperature; looking for a medic, if he thinks you need one. Would put his whole day on hold just to help you.
Ron Speirs: Second verse, same as the first. He would feel so helpless if there wasn't much that he could do. Unsure of how to express that, he would do whatever you asked: making you tea, reading to you, and his favorite, just holding you while you rest.
Lewis Nixon: He's powered through plenty of hangovers, but he can tell that whatever you're experiencing is worse - and that scares him. He probably calls Dick for help, because let's face it, his upbringing did not prepare him for this, and he feels out of his depth. Just know that his heart is in the right place and that he plans on being there for you every second until you feel better. He'll talk you through it all, which helps distract himself from the fear he feels. God forbid anything should happen to you on his watch.
Carwood Lipton: Like Winters and Speirs, he expects himself to push through his own sickness, but would bend over backwards to help you if you're unwell. As an "Acts of Service" type of man, this is truly his time to shine. Don't expect to do anything but rest up all day, because Lip has got everything under control.
Babe Heffron: His first instinct would be to ask Roe for help. Once he gets a few pointers, he's well on his way. He would be so sweet the whole time, giving you plenty of cuddles or plenty of space - whichever you prefer in the moment. Doesn't care about you getting him sick at all. He knows that he can make it through just fine, but he's going to make sure that you feel better before he even considers worrying about himself.
Eugene Roe: So efficient! (But, if he's being honest with himself, also a little scared, because he hates to see someone that he loves so much feeling so poorly.) Lucky for you, he knows all the remedies to get you feeling better in no time - and he's humble about how quickly he has you feeling better again.
Bill Guarnere: He would both try and do anything to make you feel better. You want one of his ma's home remedies? He's calling her right now for the recipe. You just want to be held and take a nap? He's your guy. It's honestly kind of startling to see how differently he can act, because he's so gentle and encouraging throughout the whole thing. Because in his mind, that's just what a good boyfriend does.
Joe Toye: Definitely the guy who drives you to the doctor the second you develop a temperature. There's no way that he's taking a chance with your health, because you never know when things might be very serious. Don't worry, he'll drive carefully - but still in the fast lane, really pressing the speed limit.
George Luz: George may have missed his calling to be a nurse, because his bedside manner is just so good. He knows exactly when to put the joking on pause and when you could use a little laugh to lighten your mood. Also he makes The Best™️ tomato soup and grilled cheese combo you could possibly imagine. That stuff could cure anything.
Don Malarkey: Okay listen, this man is insanely good at cuddling. You could spend all day pressed up against him and he wouldn't mind. He'd put on whatever show you currently like and would hold you through the whole thing, while also taking breaks between episodes to make sure that you're staying hydrated and taking your medicine.
Shifty Powers: He lives by the belief that fresh air, sunshine, and a good attitude can cure just about anything. He would definitely sit on the porch swing with you, gently rocking you back and forth in the late afternoon sunshine and talking to you about anything and everything to raise your spirits. Also a huge fan of giving out forehead kisses when you rest your head on his shoulder. Not to sound overdramatic, but those things might just have some sort of magic healing quality in them.
Joe Liebgott: This man hardly ever takes a day for himself. He's up early and working late, just because every hour feels like it needs to be filled with productivity. But the second you get sick? Everything is put on hold. Good thing he has so many sick-days saved up, because he'll use them all if he has to, just to stay by your side and take care of you. Don't even think about telling him that you're fine, because he's going to be right there, making sure you're okay.
David Webster: Similar to Nixon, he does not come from a background that equipped him for any of this. But he's trying his best! He'll whip up some of the most horrendous soup in history before he gives in and orders it for you - after all, he's trying to help you get better, not make you worse. His favorite way to comfort you would be reading to you, no doubt about it.
Skinny Sisk: He's a little bad at hiding his concern for you. Literal embodiment of the "🥺" emoji every time that he takes your temperature and sees that it hasn't lowered yet. He holds your hand a lot, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, which is so soothing. Turns out that he's really good at making the perfect tea, so prepare to drink the best peppermint tea of your life.
Skip Muck: Such a sweetheart, are you kidding me? Like Luz, he knows when to shelve the jokes and when you could use a good laugh. He would be so attentive, and calls his mom and sister for advice, just to make sure that he's doing everything right. The reassuring smiles he gives you every time that he comes into the room work better than any medicine ever could.
Bull Randleman: Basically becomes a doctor the second that he realizes that you don't feel well. I mean, this man just jumps into action and seems to know exactly what to do, it's amazing. With everything that he's doing to help you, he still finds time to be right by your side whenever you wake up from naps. Prepare to wake up to a smile that feels like the morning sun greeting you.
Floyd Talbert: It's . . . a little chaotic at first, but he's got the spirit. It's sweet, though, how hard he's trying, because it shows you that he cares. He's definitely having a bit of an internal panic since he's never done this before, but once he calms down, he'll take good care of you. Might go a little heavy on the seasoning in the chicken noodle soup, but hey, it's the thought that counts.
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Lily’s War (Chapter 5)
Summary: SOE Agent Lily Darlington is unexpectedly demoted from her position and offered a life changing opportunity to become the first female Paratrooper in US history?
Pairing: TBD - The suspense is part of the fun, no?
Warnings: Mentions of violence, language
A/N: Chapter 5!
Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Camp Toccoa, 1942.
The drizzle outside had turned the Toccoa countryside into a muddy mess. Inside the crowded bunkhouse, the air was thick with a mix of cigarette smoke and the pungent aroma of wet wool. The men of Easy Company lounged on their bunks, nursing their aliments, exhausted from a day of drills and exercises, their ears still ringing from Sobel’s screeching. The incident at the combat drill was still fresh in everyone's minds, the men sat on their cots, eyeing each other with a mix of confusion and suspicion, their usual gambling and shit-talking pushed aside for the evening. Only Luz seemed genuinely impressed, nursing his jaw where he had taken an accidental elbow from Randleman during the scuffle.
"What the hell just happened out there?" Joe Toye grumbled, fighting his lighter for a flame as he sat on his bunk, his wet hair dripping onto his shoulders.
"No idea. But Lieb sure got his ass handed to him," Perconte added, throwing Toye a pack of matches as he passed, still trying to process what he'd witnessed.
Guarnere, ever the cynic, rolled his eyes. “Ain’t no way I just watched some dame outfight Liebgott. Makes no fuckin’ sense.”
Cobb, unnoticed in the doorway, listened intently. He had a habit of lurking around other bunkhouses, craving a sense of camaraderie he struggled to find in his own. His eyes, ever watchful, focused on the animated discussion as he puffed away on a cigarette.
Webster, unlaced his boots and kicked them to the side before glancing over at Luz, sat half on, half off his cot shuffling a pack of cards, grinning to himself like a Cheshire Cat. “Well you’re best friends with the girl Luz, care to enlighten us on what just went down.”
Luz looked up at the men staring in his direction. “What the hell should I know?” He said shrugging his shoulders. Webster was right that he was friends with Redcoat, but as for what just took place, he was just as baffled as the rest of the men.
Randleman chuckled, taking a drag from his cigarette. ‘All I know is that Girl’s got some moves. Reminds me of a wildcat, unpredictable, shifty.”
“Alright country boy, All I’m saying is I ain’t never seen a dame fight like that, taking down Liebgott like he was a rag doll,” Gaurnere mumbled.
Malarkey, nursing a bruised ego after being taken down himself, scoffed, "Yeah, but how does a girl like her learn to fight like that? Ain't natural, if you ask me.”
Cobb, seizing the opportunity to contribute to the conversation, spoke up from the doorway. "I heard she's almost outshooting Shifty. What kind of girl can shoot like that?” The mention of her marksmanship prowess added another layer of intrigue to the already mysterious woman. The men exchanged puzzled glances, each grappling with their theories about her background and abilities.
“Yeah, and where the hell d'you hear that?” Toye replied, his eyes rolling in disbelief, barely looking in Cobbs's direction.
“Spiers.” He replied, matter of factly. “Maybe she’s a German spy, sent to sabotage us from the inside,” Cobb suggested, his voice low and conspiratorial.
The room fell silent as the suggestion hung in the air. The men exchanged uneasy glances, the idea taking root in their minds.
"A spy? Jeez, Cobb, that's a bit far-fetched," Malarkey scoffed.
"Think about it," Cobb insisted. "She just shows up out of nowhere, none of us know a damn thing about her. Almost outshooting Shifty, Liebgott getting his ass handed to him?”
"I've been shooting since I was a kid, and she was giving me a run for my money,” Shifty mentioned, shuffling his hands in his lap. “But I’m not saying she’s a spy or anything.” He shot his hands up in defense.
The bunkhouse was filled with a charged atmosphere, discomfort and suspicion swirling like a storm.
"Maybe she's some kind of martial arts expert," Perconte suggested, trying to rationalize what they had witnessed. "You know, like those Japs with their karate stuff.”
The tension was broken by Jonny Martin shoulder passing Cobb as he made his way into the bunkhouse, giving him a shifty look as he passed, soaked through from the rain.
“Who died?” He said pointedly, uncomfortable by the silence from the usually rambunctious group.
“Liebgott’s dignity.” Cobb scoffed from behind him.
Martin’s eyebrows raised in response. “Yeah, I just came from that way, had to help hold Liebgott down while they popped his arm back in. Could hear Sobel chewing her out from a mile off. He said shaking his head at the thought.
As the conversation lingered, Cobb slipped away from the doorframe, leaving the men to contemplate the enigma that had entered their ranks. In the world of war, where every secret held potential danger, the bunkhouse at Camp Toccoa became a hub of suspicion and curiosity, its occupants unwittingly drawn into a web of unanswered questions about the girl who had just proven herself more than a match for Liebgott.
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The flickering light from the film projector cast shadows on the walls of the dimly lit hut as the men gathered for an evening of official training films lecturing the men on the importance of hygiene. The echoes of Liebgott's disgruntled mumbles still lingered in the air, the atmosphere around the men was tense, a mixture of confusion accompanied by an undercurrent of suspicion surrounding the outsider. The War Department’s attempt at a Nickelodeon droned on as Lily sat amongst the rabble, her eyes rolling at the notion that grown men needed instruction on basic cleanliness, her expression one of amused bewilderment.
As the film extolled the virtues of regular showers, Lily couldn't help but mutter under her breath to Luz, “This is ridiculous. What’s next, a tutorial on how to tie their boots?”
Luz chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. "You'd be surprised what some of these guys need to be reminded of.”
Their hushed conversation didn't escape the notice of Cobb, who sat in the row behind. Always on the lookout for an opportunity to needle Lily, he leaned in between the pair and smirked, "Well, Redcoat, maybe some folks need these lessons more than others. I've never seen you in the showers, you know.”
She turned slowly to face the man. ”Perhaps that's because I like to keep an air of mystery, Cobb. I’d rather run Currahee with Sobel strapped to my back than have to shower within ten feet of you.” Her eyes squinting as she smirked to match him.
Cobb's face reddened in embarrassment, and he retorted, "You think you're clever, don't you? Just wait till you're out there in the real action, sweetheart.” He said, folding his arms as he slunk back into his seat. Dissatisfied with the exchange, Cobb grumbled to Toye, "She's always got some smart-ass comment.”
A sshhh was aimed at Cobb from further down the row, his head whipped back and forth to find the culprit. “I’m just saying, I ain't ever seen her in the showers.” He voiced to an uninterested Toye again.
Shifty sighed, lighting up a cigarette before he answered the man. "You see, Cobb, Sobel don’t let her shower with the rest of us. Makes her wait until the coast is clear.”
Cobb's annoyance deepened. "What? Why does she get special treatment?”
“Why the hell do you care?” Toye responded, not even bothering to look in Cobb’s direction, seemingly more interested in the virtues of regular sock changes over the small man’s problem. Sensing his wall, Cobb whispered something to Liebgott, still nursing his shoulder as he replied, muttering something unintelligible, and the conversation moved on as the training film continued to play. Unbeknownst to Lily, whispers circulated among those who had overheard the conversation. Lily, caught in the crossfire of prejudice and resentment, became the unwitting target of a brewing storm within the ranks. The shadows of contention stretched across the hut, setting the stage for a night that would test the fragile bonds of brotherhood.
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The bathhouse at Camp Toccoa was a modest structure, a refuge for the trainees to wash away the grime of the day and the bruises of training. Lily stood alone in the quiet, having waited patiently for the usual post-training rush to subside. The air was thick with the lingering scent of soap and damp towels. She couldn't help but smirk at the thought that, perhaps, the men had indeed learned something from the training film, given that they had taken double their usual time in the showers, accompanied by the water fogging over and dripping from the unending row of mirrors.
She surveyed her reflection in the foggy mirror, her eyes drawn to the bruises adorning her face like paint. A particularly nasty shiner, courtesy of Liebgott's unyielding fist during the hand-to-hand combat drill, dominated the canvas. She sighed, tracing her fingers across the swollen skin, wincing as she met the peak, not broken-thank God, but not great either. Her hands moved up to the braided bun that sat at the nape of her neck, eager to relive the tension headache stemming from it. The pins holding it in place dinged on the sink as she shook out her long hair, allowing it to fall around her shoulders. Lily threaded her fingers through the dark brunette strands, massaging her scalp as she went. It had been tempting once or twice to cut it short and mimic the men in that regard, hell it would make her life a lot easier, however, she couldn’t quite bring herself to reach for the clippers.
She pushed herself off the sink and made her way over to the shower, her body ached to stand under the hot water and wash the day away. The showers had become some sort of sanctuary for her. Sobel’s attempt at keeping her at arm's length from the men was playing to her benefit. It was the only place in the entire camp where she could be alone, a space to think, to remind herself why she joined, she craved the solace it provided.
She hung her towel on the hook outside the stall, reaching in to turn the hot water on before stepping in and allowing the hot stream to drench her body, the rhythmic patter of droplets echoed in the tiled hut, a stark contrast to the eerie silence that hung in the air. Lily couldn’t remember a time she had showered without her PT uniform still on - a precautionary measure, better to be safe than sorry she thought. She watched as the water blended her shirt with her skin, her underwear with her dirt-speckled legs. As she placed her head back beneath the water, she sensed a shift in the air - a subtle change that pricked at her instincts, unable to shake the feeling that something was amiss.
She halted, her breath shallow, straining to hear any out-of-place noise. The air seemed to thicken as the steam filled the hut, she could barely make out the muted sound of a boot squeaking on the tile floor. Before she could react, a sudden blow shot through the shower curtain and struck her side, knocking her against the shower wall. Lily gasped, pain shooting through her ribs. The dim light blurred through the shower curtain barely revealing two dark figures closing in on her. Dread set in as she realized she had been followed. The tension that had lingered since she arrived had erupted into something more sinister. The echoes of their footsteps mixed with the rhythmic pounding of the water against the tiles, created a disorienting symphony of violence. She could feel the oppressive confinement of the bathhouse closing in around her, her training instincts drowned out by the brutal reality of the ambush.
The second blow came quickly, a fist struck the side of her head, the force knocking her back against the cold, tiled wall. Lily gasped for air, her ribs protesting the impact. Before she could recover, another blow landed, this time to her stomach, doubling her over. The shadows seemed to close in, the scent of soap mixing with the metallic tang of blood. The main instigator, a burly soldier, led the charge. His accomplice, hesitant but spurred on by misplaced loyalty, flanked him. As they closed in, Lily's muscles tensed.
In the disorganized struggle, Lily managed to dodge the next blow, sliding further down the wall and jutting out her right leg from where she was slumped over, connecting with the right assailant's midsection as he moved in. However, before she could capitalize on the momentary advantage, the reality of her outnumbered position became painfully clear as her attackers overpowered her, grabbing her and hauling her out of the stall. As Lily’s abdomen took another blow, recognition flashed across the face of one of her assailants, followed by shock.
"You didn't say it was the girl!" He hissed, his initial aggression giving way to disbelief as his grip on the girl loosened.
The main assailant didn’t hesitate with his next blow, his fist connecting with the bruise already given to her that day by Liebgott, unfazed by the soldier's protest.
Cornered and outnumbered, Lily attempted to fight back with every ounce of strength she could muster. Yet, the confined space of the bathhouse restricted her movements, turning the struggle into a nightmarish dance where every move felt like a step closer to defeat. A vicious blow to her leg sunk Lily to the floor, her knees giving out beneath her. As the blows rained down, Lily's fingers groped for anything that could turn the tide. A boot, a towel, anything. Her heart stopped as her eyes landed on a speck of glitter, her fingers erratically slapped the floor in search, until they closed around what felt like an accidentally discarded razor under the sink, its cool metal offering a fleeting sense of hope. In a desperate bid for survival, Lily flung her body over, her arm carving through the air looking for her assailants. A guttural cry mixed with the sounds of struggle emanated from behind her as she slashed back, a momentary disruption in the violent ballet. However, the respite was short-lived. Her victim, blinded by rage, retaliated with a singular savage blow that sent Lily crashing against the hard, tiled shower wall. The impact reverberated through her skull, and the world blurred into a disorienting mosaic of pain and darkness. As Lily's consciousness waned, the bathhouse echoed with the retreating footsteps of the men, leaving only the oppressive silence of betrayal and brutality. The steam lingered like a shroud over the scene, and the shadows, now stained with the taste of vengeance, swallowed the fallen girl in a world where loyalty had been twisted into something unrecognizable.
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“You ain’t got no poker face Perconte.” George Luz jeered, leaning back on his stool as he tossed another coin onto the growing pile.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about, radio-boy.” He replied, checking his cards for the third time. “I’m gonna take all your money, and then your girls tonight at the bar.”
“Sure about that, but you’re down an ace and you’ve got two 7’s & a 4 so I don’t know how you’re planning on turning that around.”
“What the hell!? You’re cheating!” Perconte erupted, throwing his cards onto the cot as he shot up from his seat.
“I can see your cards in the window reflection dumbass.” Luz laughed, leaning back on his chair, puffing away at a lucky strike.
The commotion caught the attention of Martin, the tip of his rifle glinting in the dim light, who shot a stern look at the bickering duo. “Shut up already, would ya? You got loud mouths on you.” He grumbled, trying to maintain focus on his polishing. Toye, lounging on his bunk, engrossed in a comic book added, “Yeah, I’m trying to read here, take your damn argument outside.”
The barracks erupted into chaos as insults flew across the room. Amidst the turmoil, the bunkhouse door swung open, almost unnoticed. Perconte, ready to fire back at Toye, fell silent, his gaze fixed on a young figure making her way up into the bunkhouse.
“What the hell?” Perconte whispered, one arm still pointed at Toye, the other gripping the bed frame he had been attempting to climb over, perched half on, half off the ground.
The room fell into a hush as the battered figure passed by them. Dripping wet, she silently made her way toward her cot at the rear of the bunkhouse, her eyes fixed forward, ignoring the confused and pained expressions on the faces of the men as she passed.
Liebgott’s trademark smirk vanished as his eyes fell upon the injuries that marred Lily’s face and body. “Jesus Christ.” Escaped from his lips before he even realized it.
She locked eyes with him as she passed, sending a shiver through him. Her eyes were haunting, both bloodshot red, the left curtained by a deep purple crescent-shaped bruise that was split open at the tip, and a wet trail of blood oozed its way down her reddened cheek. Joe’s eyes trailed a droplet of blood as it fell from a jaunty slit in her eyebrow. She made no attempt to blink it away, staring into him as it pooled into her wet lashes.
He felt his breath hitch as she stopped at the base of his cot, his hands tensed in his pockets and his usual smirk was nowhere to be seen. It was only seconds, perhaps just one, perhaps it was two, but to Joe, it felt like hours, his eyes scanned her as he waited. Her clothes were soaked through, with both water and blood. It clung to her figure like a whisper, revealing the lines of her body, her arms, her chest, her waist. His eyes dropped, fixing on an unsettling mark, a vivid testament to her encounter. A red-orange bloodstain, once bold and intense, now transformed into a disconcerting hue as it mingled with the damp fabric, it betrayed a muted vibrancy, creating an unappealing palette of rusty tones against the stark white backdrop of her shirt, telling a silent story. She couldn’t help but feel uneasy as his eyes took in the spectacle before him, the silence between them disturbed by the slow drip of her diluted blood onto the floorboards between them. His eyes moved up to meet hers, noticing the staggered rise and fall of her chest as she breathed through her pain. She took one last look up at the man, before walking back towards her bunk.
An uncomfortable tension hung in the air as the subsequent moments unfolded with disquieting ease. The room bore witness to a palpable weight, settling like a thick fog, as the men, observed in silent contemplation. The battered girl, a resilient figure despite her injuries, delicately moved to slide off her jump boots at the bedside. As she gingerly bent over, a wince etched across her face, George Luz felt the urge to move, to say something. Yet, his words remained unspoken, caught in his throat, as he watched in wide-eyed confusion.
“Luz” Her voice broke through the silence, grabbing the attention of every man in the room.
“Luz” She repeated, herself, her voice strained as she stared at the radioman.
“Uh, yeah, yeah, what do you need?” He hesitated, taking in a deep breath as he waited for her reply.
“A shirt.”
“Um, yeah, I’ve got you, I can do that.” Luz pushed past Perconte and started riffling through his trunk in search of a clean shirt, muttering to himself as he did. Once secured, he stood up, his eyes meeting those of Bull Randleman’s both seemingly searching each other’s for a level of understanding of what they were seeing. With a head jerk from Bull, he walked over to the girl, placing it on the bed next to her, watching her peel off her shirt, a sharp intake of breath escaped her as it moved over her fresh wound.
As the shirt slid away, it revealed an intricate tapestry of marks. The men traced their path, some fresh, some seemingly older. As the extent of her wounds emerged, the atmosphere bore witness to a sobering reality. The air seemed to tighten with a peculiar mix of discomfort, shame, and sudden awareness. The men found their eyes trailing down her body, landing at the large pronounced scar on her abdomen, Luz could feel his heartbeat in his hands as he stood next to her. The fusion of her wounds and the unveiling of her femininity momentarily disrupted their comfort, and a sense of collective venerability permeated the room.
The hallowed silence lingered, pregnant with unspoken thoughts and emotions, as the men grappled not solely with the reality of her injuries, but with the realization that beneath the uniform and the battlefield they were to share, there existed a woman with an intricate narrative - a narrative that now unfolded before them, leaving them suspended in a moment where the boundaries between soldier and woman, ally and stranger, blurred into an uneasy alliance of shared humanity.
Randleman was the first to move, exchanging a glance with Guarnere, a silent understanding passed between them. They rose from their seats across the bunkhouse simultaneously, their expressions almost unreadable, a mix of concern and an underlying anger that simmered just beneath the surface. Lily, still standing by her bunk, felt the weight of their intrigue as they approached her.
Bull, jaw clenched, spoke first. “You gonna tell us what this is?” His head loomed over hers, the perspective making her feel even smaller than usual.
Lily sniffed in response, her eyes focused on finding the opening to the shirt. “I’m fine.” She replied, her head fixed downwards. Her voice held a fragile quality, desperately trying to maintain a facade of indifference.
“Don’t look fine to me.” Guarnere cut in, his fists tightening in his pockets.
Lily remained stoic, silent. The room, buzzing with tension, held its breath as the trio engaged in a silent dance of unspoken words and palpable discomfort.
“Then I fell.” She said halfheartedly, pulling the fresh shirt over her battered frame. The crisp white cotton was marked instantly by her wounds.
“Like fuck you fell.” Guarnere moved closer to her, only to be stopped by a hand on his chest.
“Go get Doc Bill,” Martin said pointedly, ignoring the look from the fired-up man, anger etched across his face. “Roe,” Martin spoke again, pointedly.
Bull seized the opportunity before she could speak, “Roe’s gotta take a look at you. No arguments.” Lily’s resistance wavered as Bull’s stern gaze bore into hers. “If you won’t go willingly, I will pick you up and take you there myself, little bird.” His voice left no room for negotiation.
Lily’s body was beginning to feel the weight of her injuries as she stood there, the adrenaline fading away. She wiped away at a trail of blood as it threatened to trickle into her eye, wincing at the bruise it lay against. Bull Randleman’s determination seemed unwavering, his gaze drilling into her. Finally, with a resigned nod, she gave in. The room’s oppressive silence persisted, only broken by the shuffling of feet and the sound of Martin issuing orders.
— -
The journey to the medical bay was solemn, tension and anger hung thick in the air. Bull reached out a supportive arm as they left sight of the bunkhouse, holding onto the girl with a tight grip. They walked silently, her steps slow and uneven, each footstep resonating with the gravity of the situation.
She couldn’t help but wipe the trail of blood that was escaping her nose multiple times during the walk, her fingers staining a deeper shade of crimson each time. The mounting physical pain, combined with the emotional gravity had left her in a sweat of weary resignation. Yet, she remained quiet, occasionally glancing at the faces of the men escorting her, each carrying their own blend of anger and concern.
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BoB Headcanon: Could They Fix A Broken Cabinet?
A/N: Here, pls enjoy another obscure headcanon set that Literally Nobody asked for lol. A big thank you to @mccall-muffin for encouraging me to post it lol 💖
✿ Dick Winters: Will not only fix your cabinet but also IMPROVE your cabinet. Enjoy your new soft-close, freshly-painted cabinet. 🤌🏽
✿ Lewis Nixon: Absolutely Not. Nix knows when he’s beat. He Was Not raised for this & he knows that. Will gladly call someone else to fix it though!
✿ Carwood Lipton: Definitely could fix it (he has the knowledge & the skills) but doesn't trust himself to do it because he's afraid he'll mess it up (🥺) so he'll pay someone else to do it.
✿ Ronald Speirs: He’ll fix it! Won’t make a big deal of it though. Honestly would probably not even tell you he’s fixed it; you just walk in one day & it’s Done & you’re like “When did you do that?” & he’s like “Oh like a week ago”.
✿ Harry Welsh: Bound & Determined to fix it if it kills him. He will read Every book, watch Every show, Welshy is a man on a mission 😂 He is going to be your knight in shining armor even if he has to toil away at it for days & ends up cussing the thing black + blue before it's complete.
✿ Buck Compton: Will give it the ol’ college try (lol) but no guarantees. Will do his reading but still ends up freestyling it. 😂 Definitely not above calling someone if his attempt goes awry tho lol
✿ Don Malarkey: Sort of? It may not be perfect– like the hinges will probably squeak when it opens & it might be a little crooked maybe – but he worked all day on it & it’s Technically fixed.
✿ Joe Liebgott: Is convinced that he can fix it but will actually just fuck it up even more & then duct tape over it. It might be functional but it Will Not be pretty. Probably accidentally hammered his thumb once. Pls appreciate his efforts tho, he is Trying.
✿ George Luz: Will fix your cabinet super well! It’s gonna be in tip-top shape… You’re just gonna have to remind him to do it tho lol bc he’s kind of all over the place! (Also he whistles while he works; it’s kind of adorable).
✿ Eugene Roe: I'd like to believe he could but my heart just says no. Lowkey, it would probably frustrate him all to hell bc he can perform life-saving medical feats in the heat of battle but he can't fix a goddamn cabinet?? He's gonna call someone to fix it for y'all but he's gonna be So pissed about it.
✿ Joe Toye: Can definitely fix it. Very handy around the house but his true expertise is in cars! He could be a mechanic if he really wanted to. King of explaining Why It Makes That Noise in simple terms that Make Sense 🤌🏼
✿ Bill Guarnere: He'll fix it but it won't be in the way you expect. He's the type of person to put a book under a table leg to steady it, that sort of thing. But he is WAY too stubborn to ask for help so don't expect him to call anybody who can actually do it. He'll INSIST on doing it himself– it's a matter of pride at this point.
✿ Skip Muck: No way, not a clue. Might try to fix it but gets distracted halfway through like a puppy & abandons the project forever lol.
✿ Bull Randleman: Oh absolutely he can. Man was practically raised with a toolbox in hand. He likes to do little things like that for you around the house because he likes to feel useful.
✿ Shifty Powers: Definitely can. But like Speirs ^, won’t make a big deal out of it. He has immaculate focus, a steady hand, & seemingly limitless patience so he can fix pretty much anything.
✿ Babe Heffron: Purely a duct-tape-&-a-prayer man. "We don't gotta call anybody, I got it covered." No, Babe, you do not 😆
✿ Johnny Martin: Could probably fix it if he actually put his mind to it but doesn't want to. He simply Does Not Have The Patience. He gets frustrated one time & he's Done. Calls someone by the end of the first day 😂
✿ Frank Perconte: Doesn’t know how to fix it at the beginning but will try to figure it out. He may storm off a few times cussing the damn thing in frustration but he’ll get it done eventually.
✿ Floyd Talbert: Absolutely could. He + his brothers used to do all sorts of odd jobs & carpentry stuff back in Kokomo.
✿ David Webster: Nope! Wants to fix it so badly but is absolutely Hopeless when it comes to any sort of home renovation. Despite some of the more stubborn guys on this list, Web's not ashamed about calling somebody to fix it. He just kind of figures, "Well someone has to do it" & it is Clearly not going to be him.
✿ Skinny Sisk: Please for the love of God, Do Not Let This Man Near A Hammer. 😭 He will joke around with it like a dumbass & will probably just accidentally hurt himself or someone else.
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