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Always Best to Believe in One's Self
Bill Guarnere x reader
A/N: I saw a dealer's choice prompt and immediately got waaayyy too carried away with it at four am. I decided to go with Guarnere because he's my favorite, and I can't believe I haven't written something for him yet. Thanks for the request, anon, and I hope you like it 💕 (This is written for the fictional depiction from the show. Absolutely no disrespect to the real life veterans!)
Warnings: war, sexism, a badly written kiss scene (I think that's it)
Everything that happened since Doc Roe handed out the airsickness pills has been a blur. You can remember squeezing the hands of your friends as you lined up, remember the muttered prayers as the plane took off, hearing the air crackle and pop with fire from the Luftwaffe, and even the icy drop as you hurled yourself out of the plane and your static-line unhooked. Hitting the ground is a disorienting affair, and when you realize that you made the jump of a lifetime and made it, adrenaline makes your heart race like machinegun fire.
You blink, trying to orient yourself in the inky night around you. Other men are landing, some cursing, some letting out small sighs of relief, and some -- you close your eyes to avoid seeing the terrible sight -- are getting tangled up in trees.
A few feet away, you see a figure land lightly on the ground. You would know that silhouette anywhere; the sight is so comforting that you're almost thankful for all of Sobel's nighttime marches and drills.
Bill's soft cursing as he removes his parachute spurs you into action. You're by his side in a second, and when he sees you, his hands immediately caress your face in the darkness. "(Y/N), are you okay?"
Whatever has been going on between the two of you has been simmering since you first arrived in Toccoa. Now, the cocktail of adrenaline, whatever was in that medicine, and fear has brought it to a boil. (All that, and what Bill had said right before you boarded the plane. Right after you thought you . . . Nevermind. Not here.)
You kiss him then, in the middle of the field you've landed in, before you can lose your nerve and before you can lose each other in this unfamiliar place. Because anything can happen in the unknown, in this shaky, scary place.
But Bill is firm. Despite the grief and the anger that have clung to him since he opened that letter, he's solid. And he's here.
"Yes. Are you?" You ask when you break the kiss.
His smile is like a star in the darkness. "Well if I wasn't before, I sure am now."
--
If you thought jumping out of the plane was frightening, nothing prepares you for anything that happens next. And this time, you see it all, remember it all, without the loopiness that accompanies the airsickness pills to dull any of it.
When the airsickness pills have worn off, there's nothing to dull the slap in the face that is finding out you won't be taking Brécourt Manor . . . but that Bill will be.
"You're needed for an . . . alternative assignment," Nixon explains as you're led away from the rest of the company and into the town.
"Let me guess."
"I'm sorry, (Y/N). But they need you."
The urge to roll your eyes and sigh is strong, but you manage to hold it in. This is the price you pay for being one of the first female paratroopers. Hell, they told you it would be this way the minute you were accepted into the program.
Being one of the only women makes you stand out. It means that many of the men take a liking to you just because you're one of the only women that they've seen in a long time -- just like how many of them instantly fall in love with their nurses in the hospitals. But for many men, you present them with a challenge. And when morale is running low, that means the female soldiers find themselves making the rounds, always smiling, always with a positive attitude, always acting like nothing is wrong, so that the men -- not wanting to be outdone by a woman -- will raise their morale. "The kick in the pants that they need to get back into action," Colonel Sink had once explained to you.
You almost berate yourself. You shouldn't complain -- not when you just survived the jump. And besides, it'll be a distraction until the rest of Easy gets back.
And distraction is exactly what you find.
Men from other companies call out greetings to your familiar face as you walk among them, offering to help scrounge up supplies, or even just to help soldiers who are trying to find their friends. It's kind of nice, to have so many people know who you are and smile when they see you. If that's what Judy Garland or Rita Hayworth feel like all the time, then maybe acting could be your post-war career.
But someone isn't smiling at you. You can feel it the minute that he notices you. The shock, the disbelief as you carefully avoid looking anywhere but him as you greet men and offer words of encouragement. And when you finally step into an empty barn to take a break from the spotlight and catch your breath, he's definitely not smiling when he steps into the building behind you.
"I thought it was you," James says. James, who you never thought that you would have the displeasure of seeing again.
You don't speak. What is there to say, after all? You keep your back to him, facing the wall.
After an awkward moment, he clears his throat, and the sound sets you on edge the way the sound of silverware rubbing together does. "You, uh . . . You look good, (Y/N). I'm glad to see you."
"Thanks."
Another moment of silence, this time broken by a sigh. "You not glad to see me?"
"Why would I be?" You turn to face him just in time to see the surprise that flickers across his face. "We broke up, remember?" He starts to sputter out a response, but something hot is boiling in your chest that you just can't let rest. "'Glad to see me'. That's rich. You didn't even want me here."
"Oh, come on --"
"No," you snap. "I had the opportunity to be one of the first female paratroopers, and you told me not to take it, because 'the war wouldn't be the place for me'."
"I was trying to protect --"
"Yeah, well, you should have supported me instead. You should have believed in me." It's like the air has been sucked out of the barn. It's dry and hot and hard to breathe, all the dust and left-over animal smells coating your throat. All those words you should have thrown at him back home tumble out so hot, and the atmosphere of the barn is so dry, that it feel like a flame could catch and send the whole place up in flames.
"When I enlisted, I wrote you letters," James says finally. "You never replied. Finally, your mother wrote me back, saying that you had become a paratrooper and to stop trying to contact you." His voice softens, and so do his eyes. "I was so afraid for you. At my camp, I looked everywhere for you, but never found you among the female troopers. And then yesterday, before the jump, I could have sworn that I saw you."
It had been him, then. The all too familiar face that you thought you saw before getting on the plane. Right after you talked to Bill . . .
"(Y/N)," James says, dragging your attention back into the moment. "I'm sorry. For everything. And I just thought . . . Both of us surviving the jump and ending up here -- I don't know -- feels like a sign."
The last time you had seen James, you had told him about how you had the chance to be a paratrooper, and how you wanted to take it. He had told you war wasn't the place for you -- for a woman.
"But I believe in this cause!" You had argued. "I believe I can do it!"
"Well, maybe you should believe in it in the way other women do," he had suggested. "By volunteering to roll band-aids for the Red Cross, or by being a nurse."
The memory leaves a sour taste in your mouth. Knowing that someone you love doesn't believe in you is one of the worst feelings in the world.
But there is someone who believes in you -- someone you love -- and that knowledge is like a small flame that warms your chest, coming straight from your heart.
The previous night, before seeing James in the crowd, before getting on the plane, Bill had pulled you aside. He wore his grief like a heavy coat. You had heard about the letter he found talking about his brother's death. Bill Guarnere, tough as nails, wanted to talk about his feelings with you of all people, you had assumed, almost flattered.
His bottom lip had been chapped from where he had been chewing it. "I gotta tell ya something."
"Okay."
"This whole thing with my brother . . . Death can get anyone. You don't think it can, and then it does. And that makes you wonder, who will it take next?" His eyes had roamed the airfield, flicking between your friends, the planes, the sky, and finally, you. "I need you to know something before we get on that plane and jump."
You had never seen Bill look nervous before. He was one of the bravest and most upbeat men you had ever met, and something about the way that sadness shadowed his eyes looked unnatural on him.
"I love you, (Y/N). I want you to know that, in case something happens."
You had clutched his hand in yours, trying to anchor him. What could you say, to a confession like that? I love you, I love you. "I love you too. And nothing is going to happen to us, because we're too stubborn to let it."
His laugh had been loud, but it was muffled by the unmistakable lump in his throat. "I know that. We're gonna make it. I believe that with all my heart."
Feels like a sign my ass, you think, glaring at James.
"No," you say firmly.
"What?"
"If it's a sign, then it's one that you were wrong," you spit the words like machinegun fire, and they do their job; he looks like he's been hit.
His eyes widen with the initial shock. You narrow yours in response. You grew up with James, know his weaknesses, where the chinks in his armor hide. For all his bravado, he's easy to intimidate when you set your mind to it . . . You've just never tried it before.
He fumbles. "There's someone else, isn't there?"
You nod. If he's suggesting that your love for someone else is the only reason that you don't want to give him another chance, he's wrong. You're about to tell him so when he scoffs.
"Does he believe in you, (Y/N)?"
"Yes," a familiar voice says from the doorway of the barn. "And I have from the second I saw her."
"Who the hell are you?"
Bill stands tall as he strides into the barn, straight passed James and to your side. "I could ask you the same question. Why are you botherin' my girl?"
James splutters. "Your girl?"
"That's right." Bill nods. "And for the record, she's just as capable, if not more so, of being a paratrooper than half the men I've met during this war. You better believe that, pal."
Poor, easily intimidated James looks between the two of you. His eyes plead with you. They look innocent enough, but you've come to know the anger that lives there.
"James," you say. "If this is a sign, then it's one that you better get lost."
Before becoming a paratrooper, you never would have been able to speak to him that way. But now, after all you've seen, it's as easy as talking to one of the men in your company. There's been a change in you, and James must see it, because he finally nods once to you, once to Bill, and then storms out of the barn.
You both physically relax once he goes. Bill claps you on the back the way he used to after a successful run up Currahee. (Back when he used to have to look for excuses to be close to you, to touch you.)
"Your girl?" You ask once you feel like you've caught your breath.
"Yeah, well --" Bill shrugs. "-- I confessed my love for you, you macked one on me after the jump . . . I kind of thought we had a thing." He raises an eyebrow in that way he's always done when he's teasing you. It's always made your heart pound, but now even more so.
You punch his arm good-naturedly -- just like you used to back in Toccoa when you were just as busy trying to find ways to be close to him -- before pressing yourself into his side. The move makes it feel official, somehow.
"Hmm. Actually, I think it's more that you're my boy," you tease, raising an eyebrow in a half-hearted impression of him. "And you better believe that."
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Our Pilot | William Guarnere x m!reader
@satan-incarnate-666 asked: “Hey... hey... can you come here? It's too cold to sleep alone”
“Just wait here, I won't be long”
“can we even count this as a date?”
for my husband, love of my gay lil life, guarnere x m reader? ty my bestie 🥺
summary: when your plane goes down, you get taken in by Easy Company, with Winters promising to help you back to the RAF, but while you're with him and his company, you start to feel certain things about one of his men.
tws: mentions of injury, mentions of war/death, swearing
"Just wait here, I won't be long."
Winters' words echoed in your head as you pressed your body down against the ground, wide eyed and nervous; throughout the entire war, you had never once been on the land, but when some fascist cunt shot you down, you had been taken in by Winters and his company. He promised to get you back to the RAF, one way or another, taught you how to fight, trained you as best as he could while you travelled with him and his men; to you, Winters was a fucking hero. Your hero. He promised to get you back to the RAF, to your squadron. He couldn't save your beloved Hawker Hurricane, he was truly apologetic for that as he knew how much pilots cherished their planes. He really was sorry. But he did what he could for you, he did his best; he treated you like a son, more than anything, and when you asked if you would be home in time for Eid, he had to admit - he didn't know. When you asked if your family were safe back home, though, he managed to pull a few strings and find that they were just fine. He even offered to go around and collect enough scraps of cloth to make you a prayer mat, knowing that it wouldn't be perfect but it would at least be something.
Still, as you waited, you looked around, searching for the friend you had made during your time with Easy Company; you smiled when you caught his gaze, even daring to wave at him a little bit. You could feel the damp cold start to seep through your clothes, making you feel an uncomfortable tingle from your calves up to your arms, forcing you to shiver as you stole another look around. Everyone else was sound asleep, except for those who were on guard duty, some even huddled together or collapsed into piles to try and escape the cold; you had to be quiet when you spoke to your friend.
"Hey... hey... can you come here? It's too cold to sleep alone."
Bill rose his head, yawning as he opened his eyes and grumbled quietly; licking his lips as he tried to push away the grogginess. "What?"
"Can you come here?" You asked. "It's too cold."
Another grumble, and he dragged himself over, bringing his coat just to make sure that you wouldn't get too cold; he put his coat over your shoulders, and snuggled up as close as he could. "You okay, pilot?"
"Tired," you said weakly. "Cold. I don't even know if I'll see my family during Eid this year."
"Well... it ain't much," Bill started, "but y'could always celebrate Eid with me."
You leaned into him a bit more, smiling. "You'd do that?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "You shouldn't be alone for an important thing like that."
"Well... thanks," you cleared your throat, tugging his coat a little closer, a little tighter. "It'd mean a lot, Bill."
"Yeah, well, I care about you," he shrugged. "I don't wanna see you celebrate Eid alone... maybe I can ask Winters if he's got anythin' for you and if he'd celebrate, too."
"That's... really nice of you, Bill..." you frowned a little, your gaze on the mud as you sighed heavily and swallowed thickly. You wanted to say it so desperately, that although you did love Bill as a friend, you also loved him as something else, and the two different kinds of love weren't able to be expressed as much as you wanted them to be.
You could admit you loved Bill as a friend, without a doubt you knew that you could admit that... but admitting to the other kind of love was something completely different; soldiers weren't able to say those kinds of things, for tomorrow might not ever come, and a one day romance wasn't worth the risk. You couldn't be distracted, you couldn't lose focus; you had to find your way back to your regiment, you had to tell your commanding officer, one Captain Bruce, of what had happened, you had to go back to the RAF. You could not afford to lose sight of what really mattered.
Still, when Bill pressed himself further into you, snuggling into you as he sighed softly and buried his face against your flesh, you couldn't help but to think of how desperately you wanted to admit to all those things. But you couldn't.
"Say," Bill chuckled. "I've always liked you, (y/n), thought you were a pretty good lookin' guy when I first saw you."
"When you first saw me, I had a fucking slash down my face, mud everywhere and goddamn burns on my clothes," you couldn't stop the laugh that escaped you as you shook your head. "You're only saying that because you don't want me to be upset."
"I'm really not," he told you, shaking his head and gently pushing you. "I've been thinkin', y'know, maybe since you're headin' back to the RAF when Winters finds a bunch... maybe we oughtta make the most of this."
"What, like, go on a date?" You scoffed. "Bill... look at what we're doing right now, it's basically a date."
"Can we even count this as a date? We're only cuddlin' because you were cold." He pointed out, but when you shook your head, he nudged you again, and nodded. "It's a date."
You were starting to doze off, Bill could feel the way your breathing changed and he felt how your body relaxed, but when Winters came back, he looked up, and smiled.
"Winters."
"Hey, Guarnere," he smiled back. "You're gonna look after our pilot?"
Bill nodded, keeping his voice as quiet as he could. "Best as I can, Sir."
"Attaboy... uh, when he wakes up - there's a surprise for him stashed in my rucksack. Let him know." Winters put his things down, started to make himself a little spot to sleep beside you.
Bill nodded again. "Sure thing."
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band of brothers: types of kisses hc
(a/n: sorry this is so long… i tried to include a lot of easy company... but if your fav isn't here, please just send an ask and i'll add them!)
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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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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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Band of Brothers hc request where nurse!reader can’t sleep because of all the injuries piling up/feeling guilty about not doing more?
Thank you for the request anon! <3 mentions of grief, wounds, reader is overworked and ur man takes care of you, mainly fluff.
Easy Company x Nurse!Reader Headcanons
Eugene Roe:
I can imagine Gene’s on duty and he see’s you again, still working late into the night, despite him knowing you were on shift before 7am.
The long days were brutal, Eugene knew that. The urge to help out in anyway possible and feel guilt for resting was something he combatted heavily, especially throughout Bastogne.
But nobody can work effectively when they’re running off four hours sleep.
You and Eugene are close, you’re not in a relationship but there’s feelings there that probably go unspoken until the end of the war. So he feels comfortable enough to approach you.
When you accidentally knock into a tray of surgical and medical items and your breathing deeply, hands running over your forehead - he knows you’re too overworked.
“Y/n.” He steps closer. “Get off duty and go to bed.” Gene would borderline sass.
“I’m fine, Gene.” You’d shake him off, snapping from the irritability of exhaustion.
Gene would cover your hand before you had chance to tidy the tray of equipment you’d just messed up. Finally, you’d look at him now.
“Seriously, you ain’t gonna be anymore help running off no sleep.”
You’d feel a little guilty, knowing your tiredness was potentially messing things up, but you couldn’t give up.
“I can’t sleep, Gene, I feel too bad that I’ve got a warm bed and half these men are sleeping on the floor.” You’d finally admit.
“You gotta try, hm?” Ugh his voice would be so low gentle, he’s so careful not to alarm or engage anybody else in the conversation, and the way he’s holding your hand is distracting.
Anyway, he’s too convincing and soon he’s walking you back with a hand in yours, a little saddened by how clearly overworked you are.
“If anything happens you’ll come get me, right?” You’d worry and Gene would offer you a small smile. “Nothin’s gonna happen.”
But anyway he practically forces you to go to bed and by no surprise you’re passed out within minutes of hitting the pillow.
Gene probably comes back to check up on you a few hours later and he’s soo relieved that you’re fast asleep 🥹.
Ron Speirs:
This mf does not mess around, especially when it comes to you.
You and Ron are already in a relationship by the time you’re at Germany, you’re an amazing comfort to one another and Ron’s already thinking about popping the question by the time they get somewhere nicer.
Anyway, when you’re working tirelessly to take care of the poor victims of the camp, you don’t get back until early hours of the morning, eyes circled with dark bags, legs barely functioning.
The next morning Ron see’s you up early asf, so he asks around to see what time you were back last night. When you don’t return from the infirmary until super late the next day, he’s kinda annoyed.
Not annoyed at you really, he just worries for you.
“What time did you get back last night?” He calls you into his office and for a minute you’re actually intimidated by him, skskskksksle.
You’d attempt to lie that it wasn’t that bad but Speirs would just nod with a knowing expression on his face.
“You’re off duty tomorrow.” He’d simply say and your heart would plummet.
“Ron, no!” You’d immediately plead, the guilt building up.
“I can’t have an exhausted nurse running around, that’s no help to anybody.”
“Then do it for me, personally. I can’t sleep knowing all those people are still in there.”
Ron would inhale, feeling a little worried knowing why you’re feeling that way. He’d secretly inform you that you’re moving out tomorrow anyway, speaking so quietly.
Also secretly brings you up to his private room, the fact you have a night off together is overwhelmingly nice and if you can’t sleep Ron’s doing anything possible to help you.
Talking would be the first thing, you’d discuss everything. He’d 100% be cuddly asf after not being able to relax around you for a while, he’d offer you a massage and then if that didn’t work he’s tiring you out even more using other methods… do with that as you please.
Joe Liebgott:
I can deffo imagine him being a little wise ass about it at first. The two of you are close friends, wanting to be something more, and the way Joe expresses it is through teasing you.
Like you’re sitting on the edge of the nurses foxhole, just staring into blank space.
“Jesus, are ya even alive?” Waves in front of your face, half expecting you to crack a smile like you always do.
You’d probably mutter something back to him, snapping and blinking back down to your gloved hands. You’re just waiting for another cry out for help.
“God, you are cranky when you’re tired, huh?!” He watches you stand up with a sigh, glancing around the area to go check up on everyone.
“Where ya going?” He’s a little disappointed and confused, he saw you patrolling around only moments prior.
Anyway when you think of some excuse he’s pulling you back down into the foxhole, climbing in with you.
Kinda confronts you about how you haven’t been sleeping and practically wraps two of the spare blankets around you.
“Stay warm, okay? Talk to me, y/n/n, why can’t ya sleep?” He knows why you can’t sleep, but he’s so caring, even when he doesn’t mean to, Joe naturally falls into the role of sometimes nurturing other people. The perks of having younger siblings, huh?
When you’d explain that there’s too many wounded men back in town to even know where to start, and that you feel too guilty to sleep when all the others need checking up on out here he’s tutting and wrapping an arm around you.
“C’mere. How ya gonna treat anybody when you’re running off no sleep? You’ll get all jumpy and pass out- that’s the last we need, isn’t it, doll?”
“Yeah…”
“Try get some sleep, huh? I’ll stay, as long as nobody finds me here.” Technically being in a foxhole together wasn’t allowed, but the mutual comfort you gained from one another was unexplainable. Plus, Joe didn’t want you creeping up and sneaking away when you had to rest.
When you are asleep and he has to go, he presses the most gentle kiss to your temple, hesitantly climbing back out and telling all the men nearby to shut the hell up.
Bill Guarnere:
“Now when I heard about a lady out here refusin’ to get some shut eye, I didn’t realise it wa’ you.” Bill would smooth a hand up your back as you’d sigh, melting into his touch as he climbed onto the single bunk with you.
“They had to kick you outta’ the infirmary?” Bill doesn’t know if he’s impressed or concerned by your determination out here. Ever since landing you’ve been overwhelmingly busy, he’s glad to see you in bed. He’s not glad to see you awake, however.
“Pretty much.” You’d mutter, turning around to wrap an arm over his lap as he rested with his back against the headboard.
Bill would let you sink completely into his hold, hoping if anything the comfort of having one another would let you sleep.
Bill knows exactly why you can’t sleep, he knows you better than anybody, the guilt, the desperation to make sure everybody is okay. It doesn’t really need to be spoken about.
“Try get some sleep, yeah? I’ll stay as long as I can until those others get back, ok?”
Shifty Powers:
When he rolls over to you in the middle of the night and see’s you awake again he’s reaching over for you instantly.
“What’ya thinkin’ about, hm?” He’d mutter, gazing over your frustrated complexion.
“I should be down there.”
“Where?”
“At the infirmary.”
Now in Germany, it was more civilian injuries you were treating, especially when a building collapses and you’re absolutely swamped with causalities. After hours upon hours of being run off your feet you’re sent off duty, but your brain won’t shut off.
“Last I checked they had it under control.” Shifty would mutter, running a thumb over your creased brow until you relaxed. “If ya running around any longer you ain’t gonna be able to tomorrow.”
Ugh he’d be so soft and reassuring, there’s not a chance you’re leaving the bed however- he makes sure of that.
Dick Winters:
“Y/n, where are you going?” Dick has one eye open in his foxhole when he see’s you creeping past, arms huddled around your chest and scarf wrapped around your head.
Dammit, you thought he’d be asleep.
“Uh, just going to help out, Di- sir.” Although you had both been seeing one another, nothing had occurred out at war so it was extremely professional to maintain professionalism with one another.
“You’ve been there all day.” He’d sit up straighter, both your teeth chattering practically back to one another.
“I-I can’t sleep, sir. There’s so much to do.”
“If you don’t sleep you’ll be no help at all.” He’d remind, a very nice way of saying ‘get the hell back into your foxhole’.
“I know but. I can’t sleep. I feel too guilty.”
“Well we need a nurse out on these lines. Anybody needs you I’ll come get you, alright?” Dick is so understanding and makes you feel less guilty & more important at the same time. He’s so emotionally intelligent.
He walks you back to your foxhole, with a gentle squeeze of your hand he leaves you with a reminder that he’s still there.
He sure as hell isn’t waking you up however.
Babe Heffron:
“Hey get back into bed, would ya?” Babe would be on patrol and see you sneaking back to the aid station, walking alone through Haguenau.
He’d catch you red handed, sneaking over through the concealment of the darkness.
“And what’a’ya doin out here alone, huh?” He wouldn’t be happy, he practically had to force you to go to bed initially, and now you were sneaking out a mere 2 hours later.
“They need my help, Babe.”
“Did they tell ya that personally?” He gets kinda sassy ok, he’s a little annoyed cos he only wants the best for you, but the second he see’s you starting to get upset or blubbering he softens.
“Aw no, c’mere, I didn’t mean to upset ya!” Fuck patrolling, he’s pulling you aside and giving you a cuddle.
When you tell him what’s up he’s reminding you of every single accomplishment, big or small you’ve completed- and just how helpful you are and how everybody loves& appreciates you.
I think Babe is accidentally good with his words in certain situations, even if he’s a little flustered and worried for you, it’s his kindness and reassurance that has you eventually knocked out in bed again.
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Would you guys be interested in Band of Brothers fics? Like Eugene Roe, Ron Speirs, Bill Guarnere. Would that be something you guys would like?
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Drunken Confessions - Bill Guarnere x F!Reader (1st POV)
Summary: The boys and reader are out for a night of fun and drinking that leaves the reader with little to no memories of what happened after she had a drinking contest with Babe. As things slowly start to drift back to her, she remembers one thing clearly; she spilled her true feelings about Bill to someone. But who did she tell?
Warnings: none really, cursing per usual. No use of y/n or physical description. She/her pronouns.
A/N: I have the biggest respect for the real life heroes of WWII (and all other wars, past & current), this work & all other works is based on the actor(s) and character(s) portrayed in the Band of Brothers series.
A/N pt2: This turned out longer than I thought it would starting out, but I let the fanfic gods guide my fingers and here we are, haha. If anyone likes this enough, I have an idea of a next day smut part 2 I can write. Comments, likes, and reblogs make my day. Thanks for reading!
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I wasn't sure what made me wake up. Maybe the skull splitting headache, or maybe the sun shining through the blinds hitting my face, or maybe the way I'd sell everything I owned for water or maybe my bladder being so full that a single sneeze would cause a mess. Whatever the reason, the barest of movements to open my eyelids made me want to die instantly. The only motivation I could grasp onto to get up was to empty my bladder. Dying from a hangover is one thing, dying in my own piss is not something I could ever live with. The logic of my thought made no sense, but what the hell did I care as I practically crawled to the bathroom.
Once I was relieved and able to draw the last bit of strength I had to splash water on my face and half-ass brush my teeth, I made it back to my bed with a little more dignity. Okay, it was still on my knees but at least I wasn't crawling. A win is a win. A full glass of water on my bedside table catches my eye and I down it quicker than I've ever done before, well except for maybe the drinks last night. How did this get here? No way I was coherent enough to pour a glass of water for myself to wake up to.
As I got more situated in the bed, very much facing away from the windows because I couldn't bring myself to gather any more will power to close them more properly I couldn't stop thinking about the glass of water. And then it hit me that I was not in my dress from the night before or even just my underwear but pajamas. Being aware of how little my brain and motor skills actually worked together when I'm more than tipsy, these things stood out. What the hell happened last night? I tried to focus on my last memories of the previous night hoping that would shed some light on my current situation.
~~ last night ~~
"Oh come on! Are y'all scared to lose to little ole me?" I smiled sweetly to the table, making my southern accent a little heavier to hopefully sway one of them to take on my challenge.
"None of us would lose against you, doll. We just don't want to deal with you tomorrow morning." Toye said, motioning around the table before pointing his finger directly at me. I rolled my eyes and leaned a little closer over the table.
"Nah, I'm sweet as pie darlin'. I think y'all don't want the news spreading that someone in Easy Company lost to a little farmer girl." I smirked at Toye and the rest of the men, daring them to deny it.
"Fuck it, I'll do it." Babe shot up from the end of the table and made his way over towards my section. I beamed at his cocky smiled and made shooing motions to Luz and Perco to make space so he could sit across from me. With a nod to Liebgott, I watched him go off to grab us our first rounds of beer.
As Liebgott made his way back holding two beers, I see Bull, Martin, and Bill following him from the bar.
"The fuck are you doing?" Bill's eyes bounced back and forth between me and Babe. Unsure of who was directing the question to, I shrugged and decided to answer.
"Babe thinks he can handle a drinkin' contest with me." I shoot Babe a wink as he narrows his eyes a little at me. I look back up to Bill when I hear him curse and turn more fully to Babe.
"Haven't I taught you anything? Don't start shit you can't win." He's poking Babe in the chest with every other word, making the other bat his hand away.
"Who says I ain't gonna win? Look at her, she's like a flower. This will be over by the third beer." Babe sits up straighter, setting determined eyes on me. He starts to look more annoyed than ever when Luz, Bull, and Tab start laughing.
"Anyone else, I'd say you had a chance. But she," Tab throws his arm over my shoulders, jostling me into his side, "has come the closest out of all of us to beating Bull. She lost, but damn it was amazing to watch." I give Tab a playful shove, righting myself back to a sitting position.
Babe's face has paled a little but somehow manages to look even more determined to see this through. "I'm still in."
"Perfect!" I smile at him, raising my glass to cheers him. "If I win, you have to be my shadow all day tomorrow to take care of me. If I win, you can get my cigarettes for the next two supply packages."
"Deal." Babe cheers me back, and we take our first sips of beer simultaneously. Bill looks beyond annoyed, muttering 'It's your funeral' and starts back to the bar. Bull sends me a wink, Martin a smile, and then follow behind Bill.
"Buckle up, Philly boy. You're in for a ride." I shoot a final wink at him, and then start inhaling my beer. Babe's shocked face and scramble to follow my lead is the last full coherent memory of that night.
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I groan in frustration as the rest of the night seems to dissolve from my mind and I can't comfortably say I know what is fiction and what really happened. I have a vague feeling dancing with Tab, Luz and Toye probably happened. Drinking usually turned to dancing in my case. I prayed that singing at the bar with Malarkey and Muck was fiction. It feels like a huge gap is missing after that (please be fictional) memory and then slivers of different memories start floating out. Suddenly I'm in a cold sweat as bits start floating in.
"He's alright but doesn't hold a candle to Bill. When he actually smiles, it's like seeing the sun shine."
"You can't tell him any of this. Swear it."
"No, I know his eyes and yours are too dark. His are warm and beautiful with small flecks of gold in them. I could drown in those eyes forever."
Fuck me, fuck my parents for having me, fuck my grandparents and ancestors for having them, fuck fuck fuck. I take it back, I'd happily sing drunk songs with Malarkey and Muck for the rest of my life if I can take those words back. And just when I thought my life couldn't get worse, I shot up in bed and another fact hits me...I don't know who I said all of those things to. FUCK!
Hours later, I'm still in bed trying to make myself remember anything about my mystery companion or at the very least come up a way to turn back time. Just as my stomach growls for the fourth time, there's a knock on my door and then it's swinging open. I jump up again for the second time that day.
"Hey sleeping beauty, how's the hangover?" Luz asks, all bright eyes and smiles as Babe follows behind him looking exactly how I feel. I shift up the bed to make room for Luz to sprawl out at the foot of the bed while Babe just curls into a ball next to me, back to the window and sunlight.
"I feel like death." I manage to croak out. It's the first time I've used my voice since passing out last night and you'd swear I smoked like a chimney from the sound.
"You look it too." Luz narrowly dodges the pillow I throw at his face. The movements cause Babe to give a pathetic whine and he curls up even more. "I don't know who pissed in your coffee, but this is not how a winner should be acting." I roll my eyes, smiling briefly as I get confirmation that I did win last night. My stomach growling again wipes it from my face.
"I'm starving. And if I won, that means you're my personal shadow all day today to help me feel better." I give Babe a small nudge, just enough to make him crack an eye open to look at me. "Y'all head down to the mess hall and get me two of everything while I get ready and meet you there."
After a few seconds of Babe making no moves to get up, Luz jumps up and all but starts dragging him towards the door. "Come on, Babe, you heard your mistress." Because his hands are full with Babe, he can't dodge the pillow I throw and gives out a low 'ow' as it connects with his face.
Just as they were about to close the door, I blurted out the question I've been trying to figure out. "Hey, who helped me home last night?"
"Not sure doll, I was playing darts with Martin, Bull and Babe." Luz almost had the door closed when he poked his back back in. "Why do you ask?"
I shrug, praying it comes out nonchalant while I'm dying inside. "Just needed to ask them a question. I think I lost something on the way home and just wondered if they knew about it." Something being my dignity. "Don't worry about it, I'll figure it out. Thanks." With a nod, Luz closed the door and left me to agonize alone.
The rest of the day was the most frustrating day of my life. Not because of the hangover, that started feeling better after I got some food and water, with a splash of hair of the dog, in me. Babe started to perk up too but was still definitely battling it so I took mercy on him and let him go back to sleep until his turn for patrol that night. I had the day off from helping Nixon censor mail and finalize reports so that didn't add to my frustrations. No, all of my frustration was because I spent the whole day tracking down the guys and asking who helped me home. They all gave the same answer: wasn't me.
Through my investigating, I was able to piece a loose timeline of the night. Once our game was over, I started dancing with Tab, the next song went to Luz, and I somehow managed to drag Toye out for the one after that. Once they all declined another song, I went to the bar to get another drink and ended up singing two bar songs with Malarkey and Muck, who afterwards started up a card game with Toye, Tab and Penkala that went on the rest of the time. I apparently stayed at the bar, chatting with Bull, Martin and Bill till Luz and Babe came over and got them to play darts the rest of the night. Liebgott kept me company at the bar, making sure I started on water but eventually left to start flirting with the barmaid that kept making eyes at him. My last hope was Perco but someone told me he left before I did to get some sleep before his morning patrol.
Just as the sun started to drift down, I was at my wits end. As a last ditch effort, I decided to write up a timeline diagram to triple check that everyone was accounted for. Surely one of the guys was lying to me and waiting to use my confessions as leverage for something. I move everything on my desk to one side and start making my diagram. By my third review of it, I can't shake the feeling that I'm missing something. So I write all of the men's names down and start checking them off as I mentally go over the stories again.
Luz...check. Bull...check. Perco...check. Babe...check. Liebgott...check. Tab...check. Toye...check. Muck...check. Malarkey...check. Martin...check. Penkala...check. There's no one left. I was just a lunatic talking to myself and somehow managed to get myself home and in bed like a sober person? Just as I was about to commit to believing that I realized I left one name off the list that didn't show up in anyone's story long enough to be crossed off. Bill...fuck.
I crumbled the paper and practically sprinted to my room, dodging soldiers and helpers like a madwoman. There was more foot traffic as the morning and evening patrol were switching foxholes and dinner was currently going. I managed to catch Babe on his way towards the mess hall and made him swear to tell everyone I was still feeling sick and would be in my room the rest of the night. Thankfully he was still feeling sick, so he took me at my word and didn't pay attention to my erratic behavior.
Back in my room I couldn't decide what I was more humiliated about; spilling my secret feelings about Bill TO Bill or being so drunk I don't know it was Bill I was even talking to. With a belly flop I landed on my bed, pressed my face into my pillow and let out a full body scream. Just as it ended there was a knock on my door.
"Go away, I'm dying." I moved my face to the side so whoever was there could somewhat hear me. It wasn't from drinking but hey, semantics at this point. The knock came again, this time more forceful. "Seriously, whoever is there just let me be." With a huff I push myself off the bed and swing open the door to reveal the cause of all my misery. Bill fucking Guarnere. Fuck me.
He's leaning against the door frame without a care in the world it seems and his signature smirk on his face. He'd never looked better. "You know my ma and sisters would come all the way over here and beat my ass if they ever found out I let a woman be miserable all alone. Especially without food." He raised a small bag to emphasize his point. Without waiting for me to answer, he brushed past me into my room and sat squarely on the bed, leaning against the wall, watching me.
Who knows how long it took my brain to send the right signals to make my body move, but eventually I broke our staring contest, closed the door and made my way to the bed. Because I was basically Nix's aid, I was able to get my own room but it was the barest of bare minimums. Side table, joining bathroom, and a bed against the wall. So the only place left to sit was on the bed with Bill, but I tried to put as much distance as I could so I sat crossed legged against the wall acting as the headboard and looked at the bag he still held.
"What's in there?" I decided the best tactic right now was to pretend nothing happened at all. So far Bill seemed to be of the same mind.
"Bread and some cheese. Didn't know how much your stomach could handle." He tossed the bag to me, nodding his acknowledgement to my quick thanks and I tore it open and started nibbling on the contents. After a few beats, he decided the best time to say something was when my mouth was completely full. "So...heard you lost something last night."
Next thing I know I really do feel like I'm dying as I choke on my bite of food, simultaneously batting away his hands that are trying to reach behind to pat my back. After I get small control over my breathing, I wipe the few tears that formed and down the rest of the water I had at my bedside. Two shaky breaths later all I can manage is squeaking out, "What?"
Bill looks at me with a sliver of concern that I'll start hacking up a lung again, but slowly his normal smirk starts to form and he leans back against the wall. "Luz said you were trying to figure out who helped you home last night because you lost something. Toye and Bull said you were pretty aggressive in your questions about everyone's activities last night. If you haven't figured it out already, I was the one that helped you get home from the bar but I don't recall you losing anything." His posture was relaxed, even lazy, but his eyes were hard and jaw was set. Challenging me to make the next move.
I cleared my throat two times, before I forced myself to speak. "Yeah, I actually figured it out a little bit ago." Bill inclined his head towards me, indicating that he wanted me to elaborate on the 'losing something' part. "I, uh, well I was just trying to figure out who helped me and didn't want Luz asking a million and one questions so that seemed the best answer."
"Why didn't you come find me once you figure it all out?" One thing about Bill Guarnere, he never pulled punches and was a hound dog when he set his mind to something.
"No reason...I, uh, well I just..." I turned all my focus on the crumpled paper bag in front of me so I didn't catch his eyes and completely spill my guts. Sober this time.
"Ah come on sweetheart, cat got your tongue now?" He moved to lean down on his arm, shifting closer to me. "Let me help you remember." With that damn, sexy smirk Bill started recounting the night before to fill in the blanks.
~~ last night, Bill POV ~~
I haven't taken my eyes off her all night. If anyone asked I'd say it was out of concern for how much she drank and watching out for a fellow soldier. That was partly true, but the majority was being jealous. Jealous for how easy she laughed and touched and moved with our friends. Don't get it twisted, we are friends too, closer than most of them but it's not as carefree as these moments I'm witnessing.
It can't be carefree because if I let my guard down for one second I'd spill my guts about how she makes me feel. How everything fades out around the edges when she gives that million dollar smile and her eyes crinkle a little at the sides. How I would do anything stupid again and again to make that little snort come out when she's laughing too hard and can't help it. How I want to protect her from this war so damn bad so I never have to see pain in her eyes. How I'd fight the entire Kraut army for the chance to kiss her just once and hold her in my arms.
But I can't say any of that because I'd rather suffer in silence than risk losing her from my life, even as just a friend. So I stay silent and keep watch as everyone around me enjoys their night without a care in the world, not knowing that my entire world is sitting at the bar alone.
She's just started on a second glass of water when some guy from Fox Company slides up next to her and starts talking. Whatever he said has her turning in her seat to point in the direction of Liebgott that left her for some barmaid. While she's focused on where Liebgott is, I'm focused on watching the guy shamelessly check her out. I down the rest of my beer, shove the glass into Luz's hand and march straight over to the bar before any of the guys can ask what I'm doing.
I make it over just as their hands connect and I can hear them exchanging names.
"I can't believe someone as beautiful as you is here all alone." I'm going to brake this guys jaw.
"She's not alone, private." I push myself to my full height and use my Sergeant's voice. This makes him stand up straighter and drop her hand.
"Bill!" She says my name with so much awe and happiness, as if she hadn't be around me in some fashion throughout the night. Being to drunk to care about policy or decorum she wraps her arms around me and gives me the prettiest smile.
"Hey sweetheart," I give her a soft smile back and wrap one arm around her shoulders, keeping her where she is. I look back at the private with a hard glare and raise an eyebrow. "Need something?"
"No sir, I just came to grab a drink. I'll, uh, I'll just get one over there." He practically runs to the other end of the bar, avoiding anymore eye contact.
A soft giggle, makes me look back down and smile again. "What's so funny, doll?"
"You didn't need to scare him, we were just talking." A piece of her hair falls against her cheek when she laughs again. I move it behind her ear, letting my finger graze her cheek before I answer.
"He wanted to do more than talk, believe me."
"What would I do without Bill Guarnere as my knight in shining armor." The smile she sends up to me is nearly enough to send me to my knees right then and there.
I wrap my other arm around her and drop a quick kiss to the top of her head. "You'll never have to find out, sweetheart. I'm always gonna be there." We stay like that for a minute, which isn't nearly long enough before I say, "Come on, lets get you to bed or you're gonna be dyin' tomorrow."
She manages to be get off the barstool and walk out of the bar so efficiently I wonder if she really is as drunk as I thought, but that hope is dashed once she stumbles over air and starts laughing. I can't help but laugh with her as I grab her hands to steady her.
"We should go dancing." She suddenly says and tries to get me to spin her.
"I don't think that's a good idea. Besides you probably want Tab for that, seems to be your favorite dancing partner. Always smiling at you and everything" I meant it to come out as a joke, but it sounded more bitter that anything. Thankfully she was in her own thoughts and didn't pick up the edge to my voice.
"He's alright but he doesn't hold a candle to Bill. When he actually smiles, it's like seeing the sun shine." She says it like it's a known fact and the most natural thing in the world for her say. It stops me dead in my tracks, which stops her because we are still holding hands.
"What did you say?" I tug her a little so she's turned around and looking at me. She gives a small shrug.
"Tab is cute and sweet but he's not Bill. I'd kill to dance with him and make him smile. It's so rare and makes my whole day when I can cause it."
"Sweetheart, you do know I'm Bill." I wait for the lightbulb to go off as she takes a step closer and looks at my face.
"No you're not, you're eyes are too dark."
"They're the same as they've been my whole life."
"No, I know his eyes and yours are too dark. His are warm and beautiful with small flecks of gold in them. I could drown in those eyes forever." She lets go of my hands and starts walking off to her billet. I know I have the goofiest smile on my face as I watch her, before it's wiped away by the realization that she can't remember who I am. Of course I finally get the girl of my dreams to confess her feelings for me and she doesn't even know it's me she's talking to.
Just as I'm catching up to her, trying to figure out what to say, she turns to me with a panic stricken face. "You can't tell him any of this. Swear it." She grasps my hands again, squeezing for dear life.
"Your secrets safe with me, sweetheart." I do my best to give her a comforting smile to ease her panic, which seems to work. We don't talk anymore the rest of the way to her billet but we do hold hands the whole way.
Once we are in her room, I can tell she's losing consciousness quickly. I find some pajamas for her to change into, helping just enough to make it easier for her change without seeing or touching anything inappropriate. As she finishes changing and crawls into bed, I fill up a glass of water and set it on the bedside table. I take one final look around to make sure she's comfortable and settled in properly before dropping a kiss on top of her head and heading to the barracks for some shut eye before my patrol.
~~ End of Bill's POV ~~
I feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment after Bill tells me the conversation we had. My eyes are firmly planted on the bag in my lap, that I've all but turned into confetti. I feel him shift on the bed again, so he's seated right next in front of me, but I can't bring myself to meet him gaze. His eyes never left my face the whole time he recounted everything and I'm too scared to look and see what emotion I'll find there. Amusement? Pity?
The decision is taken away from me when one of his hands cups the side of my neck and tips my head up to finally meet his gaze. There's a lot of emotion in his eyes, but I can't pinpoint what it is, which scares me even more.
"I'm sor-" I start to say but get cut off.
"Did you mean it?" His voice is soft but firm. He's not going to drop this and seems to be holding his breathe waiting for my answer.
"Yes." The word is barely more than a whisper but I know he heard it from the smile that takes over his face. Next thing I know he's leaning the rest of the way into my space, tilting my head to the side and softly pressing his lips to mine.
My hands reach up to fist his jacket, pulling him closer and the smallest whimper comes up when he nips at my bottom lip. My reaction seems to be all the go ahead Bill needs as he focuses on pulling me so we are flush against each other while taking possession over my mouth. At some point we rearrange ourselves to be laying on the bed, him draped over me like a second skin.
Our kisses between slow and languid to passionate and slightly frenzied. We don't know how long we stay like that, minutes or hours, but when we part our lips are swollen and we are breathing hard. Bill rests his forehead against mine and nudges my nose with his.
"Can I stay the night? No funny business, I just...now that I have you in my arms, I don't want to let you go just yet." He places soft kisses on both my cheeks and then my lips, looking at me with his heart in his eyes.
"I never want to be anywhere except your arms, Bill." I nudge his nose back and return the kiss he just gave. The smile he gives me has my heart melting and my lungs forgetting to breathe.
A few small kisses later, we've arranged ourselves into more comfortable positions; him on his back, me all but laying on top of him, our arms wrapped tightly around each other. Slowly we drift off to sleep with smiles on our faces thinking the same thing:
We have our whole world in our arms.
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Cooking for easy company pt 2
Masterlist
Joe toye
-Joe would let you take the lead when it comes to the cooking part. However with the taste testing... that man is taste testing everything you make. I feel like once or twice he would make a dramatic 'mmmmmm' to make you smile. He might even grab some ingredients that he thinks would make it better. He called it 'the toye touch'
"Doll this is one step away from heaven you know that?"
"Shut up toye"
"No seriously you are an amazing cook"
Lewis nixon
- You could make the most awful meal and this man will gulf it down. You could make cereal for dinner every day and he would not complain. He. Eats. Everything. You would just make a healthy serving of whatever you like and he would be along for the ride. Appreciating whatever food was served.
"this is delicious sweetheart thank you"
"Lew, this is microwave spaghetti"
Carwood lipton
-He trusts you fully. He would let you take the lead in the kitchen while he takes a step back. He might read his book or talk with you as you do your thing. With Lipton I feel like he's kinda like nixon. Will eat whenever served. But in this case it's just how he was raised.
"You like it right?"
"Anything you make is delicious don't worry"
Eugene roe
-I feel like Eugene has a sweet tooth. And his favorite dessert is the different cookies you make. Always wondering what sweet treat you might make next. He loves seeing the proud smile on your face when you finish doing some complicated design with frosting.
"What smells so good in here?"
"white chocolate chip cookies"
Bill Guarnere
- I so see you guys pulling an all nighter. You would make snacks and meals that satisfy any craving you two might have. You would run to the kitchen to make something. You would be whipping something up as you yelled at Bill to grab whatever you needed. I would say that it would be done surgical style.
"Whipped cream Stat"
"On it boss"
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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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Epiphany Pt. 5: Breathe
Lewis Nixon x Reader
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A/N: two posts within a few days?? what's this?? anyways, this is a short kind of filler, so i hope you enjoy! this is about the fictional portrayal of easy company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!
Summary: People say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, and that is nothing but true after (y/n) and Lewis are separated in the aftermath of Market Garden.
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: mentions of wounds, straight fluff pining
OCTOBER, 1944: HOLLAND
For Lewis Nixon, the remainder of September had passed in a haze of numbness, and before he knew it, the calendar had turned to the first week of October. The once-warm Dutch air had seemingly overnight transformed into a chilling autumn breeze. On that crisp October day, he found himself in the Battalion CP, meticulously going over recovered German intelligence alongside Colonel Strayer.
Amidst their focus, a knock echoed through the small office, momentarily breaking the officer’s concentration. Colonel Strayer, engrossed in his reports, responded without looking up, “Come in.”
The door creaked open, and Vest stuck his head inside, offering a brief salute to the ranking officers before holding something out for Nix. “Cap’n, I have a letter here for ya.”
His heart leaped in his chest as he accepted the letter, instantly recognizing the familiar handwriting on the envelope. It was (y/n)’s handwriting.
Three long weeks had passed since she had been evacuated to the field hospital, and if he were honest with himself, he didn’t know how much longer he could endure her absence. The void left by her departure was suffocating, and he felt as if he couldn’t breathe without her by his side. The mere sight of her handwriting brought a mix of emotions – hope, longing, and a sense of connection he had sorely missed, regardless of how they left things.
Sensing the importance of the letter, Strayer dismissed Nix with a friendly slap on the shoulder. “That’s enough for now, Captain. You’re dismissed.”
Rising to his feet, Lew quickly saluted his superior and stepped out of the CP, the chill of the autumn wind hitting him as he found a quiet corner to read the letter. His anticipation was palpable as he carefully tore open the envelope.
As he read (y/n)’s words, he felt a rush of emotions that seemed to fill the void her absence had left behind. Her words were like a lifeline, connecting him to the woman he missed so dearly.
September 29th, 1944
Lew,
How have you been? I hope you’ve not given Dick too much trouble yet. We both know how mischievous you can get without me there to supervise you. I miss you and the men dearly.
The hospital is filled to the brim with injured men from Market Garden. Was it really as bad as everyone's said? Apparently, the British took more casualties than us.
As far as my recovery goes, I’m feeling better by the day. It still hurts to breathe, and it’s also hard to walk without my stitches pulling painfully, but I’m gonna break out of this prison and come back to easy as soon as I can. This place is driving me crazy, Nix. Thankfully, the doctors said I should be out of here within the next few weeks. But will I wait that long? We’ll see.
On another note, I didn’t get to properly apologize for the way I treated you before. Sure, I did say I was sorry, but we also thought I could die, so it felt a little rushed. So, I’m sorry for getting upset with you about Eindhoven. I know you were just trying to protect me. I hope you can forgive me.
I’ve got to go on my daily walk around the hospital, so I’ve got one thing left to say…please don’t drink yourself away. If I hear one peep about you being drunk on duty, I will not hesitate to write Dick and ask him to throw out your stash. Just because I’m stuck here doesn’t mean you can stop taking care of yourself.
Please stay safe,
(Y/n) (y/l/n)
Lew lowered the letter with a gentle sigh, a warmth spreading through him. She was recovering well, and that was the best news he could hope for. A soft smile played on his lips as he reread her words. In his mind, he could hear every sentence in her voice.
“If I hear one peep about you being drunk on duty, I…” he muttered to himself, chuckling at her playful threat. Even while confined to a hospital bed, she still was trying to take care of him.
“That from her?” A voice asked.
Nix looked up with a smile to see Dick approaching. “Yeah.”
"How is she?"
“Good,” he chuckled. “She threatened to get you to pour out all my whiskey if it became a problem.”
Dick shook his head with a grin. “I would do it, you know.”
“Oh, I know you would,” Lew replied, raising his eyebrows.
Silence settled between them, both men lost in their thoughts.
“How are you doing?” Dick asked. “I know we haven’t been able to talk much with everything going on.”
Nixon grabbed his flask from his pocket and took a sip. “I’m alright. I miss her like crazy, though. It’s like…I don’t know, Dick. I think I’m in love with her.
The ginger’s eyes widened, locking onto Lew’s face, which bore a boyish smile. ”I’m glad you’re finally admitting it.”
“Now what do I do?” Nix chuckled bitterly. “We’re in the middle of a warzone and I’ve gone and fallen in love. They should put that on the recruitment posters, huh?”
Dick sighed, scanning their surroundings. “When she gets back you tell her.”
Lewis furrowed his eyebrows. “What if she doesn’t feel the same way?”
“Everyone can see that she does, Nix. Trust me.”
A faint smirk tugged at Nix’s lips. “You know, Dick,” he remarked. “You’re not as bad as they say.”
Dick rolled his eyes and checked his watch. “I’ve got a meeting with Sink about our Market Garden casualties.”
“I’m glad I don’t have to be a part of that.”
Dick started to walk away but stopped and turned back to Nix. “Lew, be careful. You know there are rules, and the last thing I want to see is one or both of you getting in trouble.”
Nixon nodded. “Well, nothing’s happened yet, but I know. I will.”
With that, Dick walked around the corner, leaving Lewis alone with his thoughts. He took another gulp from his flask, the warmth spreading through him. Dick didn’t have to know every detail about his drinking habits.
Once (y/n) got back, though, he decided that he was going to reign it in. But until then, he reasoned, he could continue with whatever he needed to cope with the emptiness that had settled in his heart during her absence.
OCTOBER 31, 1944: AMERICAN 24TH EVAC HOSPITAL
(Y/n) lay in her uncomfortable cot, staring up at the blank ceiling as she had done for the last month. Although the nurses tried to give her some privacy by hanging sheets around her bed in the corner, it did little to block the sounds of snoring coming from Webster beside her.
She shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position, but her side still ached from the wound. The pain was a constant reminder of their failed mission, and she longed to be back with Easy Company. The inactivity gnawed at her and the hospital walls felt like a prison.
The room was dimly lit by a flickering lamp, casting shadows across the walls. The war had taken a toll on everyone, physically and emotionally, so it wasn’t unusual to wake up to the horrifying sound of screams echoing through the halls. When the lights went out, it was the time when the hospital’s occupants became the most lonely.
She missed the camaraderie, the shared laughter, and even the adrenaline-fueled moments of combat with her friends. But most of all, she missed him.
As she lay there, she couldn’t help but wonder how Lew was doing. His absence was keenly felt, and she longed for his familiar presence and snarky attitude. She knew he had his demons and struggles, but they all did. The war had a way of shaping and breaking people in unpredictable ways.
A sudden noise from outside the room startled her, and she strained her ears to listen. The distant rumble of a jeep and the murmur of voices reached her. She imagined Lew out there in the field with Dick, and it brought her a sense of comfort to think of the duo out there doing what they did best, and that they were watching each other’s backs. With that thought in mind, she closed her eyes and tried to push aside the pain, allowing herself to drift into a restless sleep.
The small squeak of boots on the tile floors awoke the (y/h/c) with a startle. Her breathing quickened as she sat up slowly and pulled back the curtain, revealing someone with a familiar screeching eagle and medic patch a few feet away.
“Gene?” She whispered, face contorted in confusion.
The Cajun turned quickly and smiled distantly as he recognized her. “(Y/l/n). How are ya’ doin’, cherie?”
She took a moment to glance at his blood-smeared ODs, realizing what had brought him to the hospital at such a late hour must have been bad, so she didn’t question him about it.
“I’m ready to bust out of here.”
He sighed, a knowing grin painting his lips. “Are you healed up enough to bust out?”
“Yes,” (y/n) nodded enthusiastically. “Doc said any day now.”
Gene raised an eyebrow, approaching her cautiously. “Let me see. If I think it’s healed well enough, I’ll take you back with me tonight. If not, you’ve gotta stay, alright?”
Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of reuniting with Easy. “Wait. Seriously? Just like that?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Just like that.”
Suppressing a wince, she carefully laid down on her back and pulled up her shirt, revealing the thick white bandage that was wrapped around her side. Gene, ever the respectful young man, looked up at her for confirmation before he began unwrapping it.
As Roe carefully unwrapped the bandage, (y/n)’s healing wound was revealed. The site of the injury was marked by bruised, discolored skin, and a well-defined entry point where the bullet had torn into her body.
Gene leaned in, his eyes focused and gentle as his hands hovered over the wound. He was meticulous and caring in his inspection. His fingers probed around the entry point with a practiced tenderness, gauging the healing process and the neatness of the stitches. He checked for any signs of infection, monitoring the redness and warmth around the stitched area. His eyes scanned for swelling or abnormal discharge, all signs that would indicate the need for further care.
(Y/n) winced slightly as he pushed on a sensitive area where the stitches were pulling on her skin, and Gene immediately eased his touch, offering her a reassuring smile.
“Cap’n Nixon will be glad,” he smirked, wrapping up the wound.
(Y/n)’s eyes lit up. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes ma’am. It looks good. I’ll just tell the officers to put you on light duty until you’re a hundred percent.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She whispered, excitement brimming in her voice as tears threatened to fill her eyes.
Gene smiled warmly. “You’re welcome, cherie. Everyone’ll be glad to have you back.”
As Roe left to inform the necessary people, (y/n) settled back on her cot, a surge of relief and happiness coursing through her. She was going back to Easy, and she couldn’t wait to reunite with her comrades, especially a certain intelligence officer whose absence had left a void that was now going to be filled.
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YOU'RE MINE (Bill Guarnere x Afab reader)
Tw: alcohol, toxic relationship, cursing, fingering, female body parts depicted. Use of Y/N. Semi public sexual acts.
Based on actors portrayal of the characters and not meant to disrespect the real like heroes!
“Do you really think that will work?” You narrowed your eyes at the paratrooper sitting to your left. Bill Guarnere just chuckled at the rim of the glass meeting the fullness of his bottom lip. His dark eyes danced as he glanced around the table full of his brethren. He took a long chug of his beer before finishing with a refreshing “ah”. You were amused by the Italian man at your side. Taking your own beer to your lips with a laugh. Bill leaned down to your ear.
“No, I don’t think I need to get you drunk to want me.” His fingers brushing loose a strand of hair behind your ear. You choked a bit on your beer, leaving Joe Toye and Bill to bust out laughing. You swat at Bill whose hand was still by your ear.
“You're right, because even then I wouldn’t want you.” You smirk playfully watching the mock pain on his face.
“Now that hurts, sweetheart!” Bill’s hand covered over his unformed chest, where his heart would be.
“So cruel y/n.” Toye laughed, shaking his head, enjoying the night of freedom Easy Company was enjoying.
Joe and Bill went on to continue their conversation leaving you to glance around at the rest of the men you have become accustomed to. You eyes catching George Luz and Buck Compton playing darts. You thought about making your way over to the men. Uncrossing your legs so you could stand, you felt a heavy weight on your thigh. Startled, your eyes glance under the table to see Bill’s hand sitting protectively on your covered thigh. Meeting his eyes briefly before he continued his conversation. A squeeze from his hand sent jolts through your body. Your cheeks flushing a bit but you knew you could just blame it on the alcohol. Your hand softly grabbing his and trying to pull it off of your thigh. Bill allowed you the small victory but quickly placed his hand higher up your thigh. You huffed, slightly annoyed and yet slightly heated. It must be the alcohol, you determined, feeling your thighs flexing under his touch. You only had half a beer, and yet you couldn't explain why suddenly you felt so flushed at a seemingly innocent touch.
“If you think I’m letting you out of my sight, you’re nuts.” Bill muttered to you once there was a pause in conversation. You gawked at him, wondering if you were hearing him right.
“Funny, Guarnere. I’m just going to watch the darts game.” You gestured to the men across the small pub. Bill clicked his tongue as his eyes watched his fellow soldiers enjoying a game.
“I’m serious doll, you see all these men. They’ve had their eyes on you since you walked in.” Bill’s eyes stared into yours. It knocked the wind of you, suddenly seeing his eyes burrowing into yours.
Taking a moment to gather your thoughts before retorting. “So? No one asked you to play babysitter. I can take care of myself.” Your nose scrunched in defense. Bill sighed exasperated at your recoil. His thumb softly stroking the fabric of your skirt.
“I’m not playing y/n, and I sure as hell ain’t your babysitter.” Bill grunted with a scolding edge to his voice. “You either sit tight or we will leave.” Bill added, his free hand reaching for his beer glass. His mind already made up as he down the remaining liquid. You watched carefully, struggling to figure out why he was being so possessive tonight. Of course Bill was always a little bit protective of you but this was completely over the top. You should be annoyed and angry, and deep down a part of you was… Yet your body reacts the opposite of that.
Before you could gather your thoughts enough to answer his ultimatum, Bill slammed down his now empty glass mug on the table.
“Wha? Gonorrhea you leaving already?!” Toye eyed him as he stood. Bill didn’t bother meeting Toye’s questioning gaze. Grabbing his hat and placing it over his nicely styled dark hair.
“Yeah, got to make sure Y/n get back safe. Catch you later Joe.” Bill mumbled poorly, hiding the annoyance in his tone. You stood, a reaction since Bill hand was no longer hindering your movements. Toye glanced at you and you shrugged, following after Bill as headed to the door of the pub. Holding the door open you walked through, mumbling thanks to which he grunted in response. A silence falling over you and him walking back to where you billeted for the night.
“What’s with you tonight?” You asked suddenly, sick of the silence. The cold air cools your once overheating body. Bill didn’t bother to look at you, but you could see his mind was fighting to say something.
“Whats with me, she asks!” He scoffs to himself, but you hear it. Your eyes narrow about to respond when he continues. “You, when will you realize that you’re mine?” Bill says, stopping his stride to look deeply into your eyes. His gaze holds you captive, a lump in your throat as his words swim around in your half buzzed mind.
“You’re drunk.” You spit out, your voice showing that you, yourself don’t believe what you are saying.
“C’mon y/n! You know it takes more than two beers to get me drunk.” Bill laughs, but it doesn’t reach his serious, dark eyes. You knew he was right, Bill was as good as sober. Boldly, he closes the gap between you. His hand reached out to cup your cheek. You shudder at the warmth of his palm on your cool cheek. “You belong with me, y/n. Why do you keep fighting it?” Bill words coming out breathless. Your heart flutters at his words, your stomach flops against itself at his declaration.
“Bill, I-” You are almost relieved when his lips press to yours, silencing whatever sentence you were trying to string together. It’s true you and Bill always had this connection, but you never really acted on it. With war and always being with the rest of Easy Company you never let yourself think about it. The hand on your cheek glided into your hair. Adding pressure to the soft kiss. Before your mind can catch up Bill pulled back. His eyes searching yours, relieved you weren’t slapping him or running away. A fear he had played in his head many times when he thought about finally kissing you.
“Y/n-” It was your turn to cut him off, fisting his uniform jacket lapel you pull his lips back to yours. This kiss is more heated, more desperate. A soft grunt leaving his throat as his hands gripped your waist. Walking you back till your back met with the brick wall of the building. The sudden cold biting into your back, but was overtaken by the heat from Bill’s body pressed against yours. A whimper leaving your lips only to be swallowed by Bill’s.
“Bill!” You gasped feeling his rough calloused fingers trail your thigh under your skirt. Your cheeks flush as the cold night air could be felt on your legs. A dark chuckle left his mouth, his fore and middle finger pressing against the silk of your panties. Hips pushed back against his touch.
“You like that baby?” His words were deep and knowing. Slipping past the silk that separated your damp pussy and his thick fingers. You bit your lip, and closed your eyes. Your body is screaming for him to do something. “I asked you a question.” Bill raised a brow, pulling his head back only slightly to take in the view of you all but begging for his touch. He cupped your front, tracing your slit teasingly.
“Bill… Please.” You begged, angling your hips and hoping for relief. You didn’t have to see the smirk on his face, you could hear it as he complied. Fingers dipping into your wet sex. Your head fell back at the stretch, not remembering the last time you felt so good.
“That’s my girl.” He praised, his thumb rubbing rough circles into your clit. “Look at you taking my fingers so well.” Bill continued pumping his fingers into you, lips trailing kisses down your neck.
“Shit, Bill” You moaned, feeling the tightening in your stomach as you clench around his fingers. Humming in approval, masking his own moans at the feeling of you losing yourself to him.
“Give it to me, baby.” Bill demanded, his teeth capturing your ear lobe. His fingers work even faster as you grip his shoulders to keep yourself up right. With a loud cry you came over his fingers, pleasure coursing through your body. “I got a fucking puddle in the palm of my hand, care to explain sweetheart?” Bill teased pulling out his hand from your underwear. He didn’t hesitate to lick his hand clean.
“Shut up.” You blushed, your body once again heating at the sight. Bill winked at you, before grabbing your hand.
“Let’s get you home.” Bill smiled at you and continued walking down the road.
“But… What about you?” You asked unsure if you should ask, since you were still wondering if the last ten minutes were even real. Bill lit a cigarette with a smile. Inhaling sharply.
“I already told’ya, you’re mine. I’ll claim what is mine another time.” Bill exhaled with a wink.
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hi! i really love your writings!
i was wondering if you could make some headcannons for the easy boys breaking down and turning to the reader for comfort after a super hard week.
if you don’t wanna do this one/can’t think of anything, it’s totally fine!
i hope you’re doing well!
This has been sitting in my drafts forever now. I was worried about too many of them being too similar, so I didn't get to everybody. But here are the ones that I had the strongest feelings about:
Dick Winters: Okay, so I feel like maybe Winters doesn't quite reach a breaking point. You can tell that he's stressed and that he's going through a lot, so you let him know that you're here if he needs someone to talk to. It's actually kind of a shock when he comes to you, asking if you have a moment. Really, he just needs to unload, to have someone listen to him. It would be such a relief for him to know he can do that with you, and for you to know that he trusts you enough to confide in you.
Lewis Nixon: Nixon tends to go a different way. When he's stressed or upset, he kind of shuts down, becoming somewhat emotionally unavailable. He knows that he can - and that he should - go to you, but he's worried about how you'll react. When he does turn to you, when you listen to him, comfort him through what he's going through, he feels ten times lighter and ready to take on the world with you by his side.
Ronald Speirs: The rest of the company would probably be shocked if they knew how easily Speirs comes to you. It starts with him resting his head against your shoulder once you're alone together, and then sighing when you run a hand through his hair. He trusts you and knows he's safe, and then confides everything in you. There's not much that can be done to fix the week he's had, but if you just hold him like this, it'll give him the strength to pick himself up and give it another shot.
Carwood Lipton: He's so busy taking care of everyone, but who takes care of him? He's not really one for showing when he's at his limit, so when he comes to you, you know that he's reached a breaking point. Just let him talk it out. Maybe you both come up with a solution for where to go from here. Maybe you don't. He's just thankful for your company as he goes through this.
Babe Heffron: You know in Bastogne, how after Julian's death Babe just sort of . . . shuts down for a bit? That would be him after this week. He's stressed and doesn't really know how to process whatever is going on. When he comes to you, he's probably quiet and careful. But as soon as you see something is wrong, you take his hand, and he feels like he's able to tell you anything.
Eugene Roe: He feels guilty coming to you, because he doesn't want to feel like he's forcing his problems onto you. Once he starts sharing what's wrong, though, it's hard to stop; he didn't realize how much all of this was weighing on him. And when he's done talking, when you hold him and promise him that you'll always be there for him and will help him through it, he's glad that he spoke up.
Bill Guarnere: This boy is gonna hold it all in until he can't anymore - and when he finally breaks, it probably isn't going to be pretty. He doesn't know how to tell you what's wrong, but he decides to try. Some things can't always be fixed; sometimes you just need someone to listen to you. And knowing that he can confide in you makes all the difference to him, even if that's all you can do to help. Now he doesn't have to push himself to the limit anymore, and that makes all the difference.
Joe Liebgott: Listen, I think Joe is better with emotions than we tend to give him credit for. If he's bottling them up throughout the week, it's just because he doesn't want to worry you too much - after all, he loves you, and he doesn't want to feel like he's being a burden. When he finally does turn to you for help, he feels bad the entire time he's explaining his emotions to you. He's going to have to learn that he can open up to you, and this is his first time realizing that he can come to you when he needs to.
David Webster: Either bottles up his emotions until he feels like he's going to explode, or he comes to you the second he feels like he needs to talk things through - there's no in between. This may comes as a surprise, but Webster is a great listener, and if you give him advice or comfort for whatever he's going through, he's going to take it to heart. And he'll always remember how you were there for him.
Thank you for the request, Anon, and I hope you like these! 💕🕊️
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One of The Best | Wiliam Guarnere x m!reader
@satan-incarnate-666 asked: hrgfnd i just thought of a super cute idea
guarnere x m!reader get-together fic where read gets juuuust a bit too close while helping guarnere put his camo face paint on 👀
summary: it's always relieving when nobody gets killed or wounded, but it's even more relieving when Guarnere can finally tell you how he feels.
tws: mentions of violence, swearing
"They're back!" A joyous call from Mohinder as he raced to find Easy Company, wanting to share the good news with them. "They're back, and not one of 'em got shot down!"
Guarnere was the first to approach, furrowing his brows as he carried his equipment with both hands. "Who's back?"
"The pilots," Mohinder clarified with a soft chuckle. "Every single one of them."
Guarnere smiled, raising his brows. "Seriously? Even (y/n)?"
"He was first home," Mohinder grinned, grabbing some of Guarnere's stuff and humming. "First to land, first to tell me the news... come on, we'll go see them."
"We're doing a practice jump, I gotta prepare and-"
"As a superior officer, I'm telling you to come with me," Mohinder insisted, giving him a little shove as he laughed. "I know you've had a crush on (y/n) for a while, and I know he'd love to see you."
Guarnere shut up, doing his best not to blush as he followed the Air Marshal closely, nearly dropping everything and bolting over towards you when he laid eyes on your hurricane; you were chatting to Perveen, laughing and probably bragging about the strength of the RAF, but when you saw Guarnere, you grinned, and stopped the conversation so that you could run over to him. His equipment clattered to the floor as you hugged him tightly, letting him bury his face against the side of your neck as you sniffled and laughed ever so quietly.
"Fuck, am I glad to see you..."
Guarnere gave you a little squeeze as he swallowed thickly, hoping that you didn't feel how hard he was blushing as he nodded and smiled, chewing at the inside of his lip. He had missed you, if he was honest, and he wasn't so sure you would return this time; it was a dangerous mission, it was always dangerous, and by God, he was so fucking pleased that you had come back in one piece. "You're not hurt, are you?"
You shook your head, refusing to let go as you sighed and rubbed his back a little; noticing all too much how well he fit into your arms and doing your best not to tell him how you really felt. Guarnere would never look at you that way, he thought you were just a friend. Only a friend. And while there was nothing wrong with that when it came to Nixon, or to Winters, or Christensen, or even Roe... things were different when it came to Guarnere. Much too different.
"No, I'm okay," you eventually told him. "We're okay... aren't you supposed to be doing a practice drop soon?"
"Yeah," he breathed out. "The other squad is gonna drop us."
You frowned, wishing that you could have been the one to have helped with their training but knowing that you couldn't; all your squadron did was bomb raids, supply drops, find lost batallions and dogfight. So you nodded, and you cleared your throat as you pulled away a little, trying not to smile when the tip of his nose ever so slightly pressed against yours. "Anything I can help with, at least?"
"I need to put that paint on my face," he shrugged. "If you're any good at that."
You smiled, clapping his shoulder as you reluctantly let go, already missing the way that he felt in your embrace as you did your best not to think about it too much. "I've done it here and there, I'm sure we can work it out."
Leading the way, Guarnere grabbed what he had dropped, and allowed Mohinder to pass along what he had been carrying to you, before he brought you over to just behind the bunkers; he sat down with his legs spread, his back against the cold metal, as you knelt between his legs and grabbed the make-up.
"Just don't make me look like an idiot," he told you, shaking his head as he let you put one hand on his shoulder to steady yourself.
Leaning in so close, you could have kissed him as you gently applied the paint; biting at the inside of your lip as you tried not to let your hands shake. He was so close, you could feel his gentle breathing as you steadily applied each little smear and stroke, swallowing thickly as you let out a shaky sigh.
"(y/n)," Guarnere breathed out, capturing your wrist as he forced you to stop for a moment, so close that you could feel his lips move as he spoke. "You're shaking."
"I'm just..." you sighed, deciding it better to show him as you slowly leaned in a little more, just enough to finally kiss him.
It started out slow and gentle, steady and soft, as he eagerly kissed back and put his other hand at the back of your neck; but it was Guarnere who decided to pick up the pace, kissing you more harshly, desperately, as he poured every ounce of his devotion and adoration into it. Leaving you breathless and dizzy when he finally pulled away, his lips slightly plump as he grinned.
"You gotta stop teasing me like that," he joked. "Getting in my face and being all nervous."
You shook your head, deciding to steal another quick kiss as you tore your wrist from his grasp and placed your hand on his chest. "I wanna be with you, Bill, so fucking badly."
"I feel the same," he admitted softly. "But I don't think I can keep my hands off of you if you became my boyfriend."
You laughed softly, the sound so quiet and so tranquil that Guarnere couldn't help but to chuckle softly at it, and you moved your hands down, resting them on his stomach. "I don't think I'd want you to keep your hands off of me."
"Kiss me again," Guarnere whispered. "C'mon, just one more."
"What about your make-up?" You asked quietly. "Aren't you scared it's gonna get smudged?"
"I don't give a shit," he admitted, gently running his thumb up and down the soft flesh at the back of your neck. "If you wanted to, I wouldn't say no to you leaving some hickeys on my neck, either... y'know, just so I can tell everyone that my boyfriend is an RAF pilot."
"One of the best RAF pilots," you corrected with a soft laugh. "Let me finish the job, first... then I'll start turning your neck into a masterpiece."
"Fine," Guarnere grumbled, sitting back again and allowing you to get on with it, only daring to steal little kisses here and there to see you smile, to remind himself that it was really happening. That his boyfriend was one of the best the RAF had to offer. "Thanks."
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Hola linda! I read that your request box is open so I wanted to ask for a little cute thing with my boy Bill Guarnere since there isn't enough fics 'bout him over here. Maybe something with a little bit of jealousy and pure fluff at the end??
Feel free to say no!♥️♥️♥️
“Here, I got another one for you - no. Don’t ask how I got it. Trust me - you don’t wanna know.”
Smiling broadly, you eagerly grabbed the chocolate bar from George Luz.
“Georgie, I-”
“No, no don’t thank me. You do enough for us. It’s the least I could do. ‘Sides, there isn’t nothing I wouldn’t do to get that smile on your face.”
George waggled his eyebrows at you, giving you a parting wink before making his way to the other men.
Glancing down at your hands, you admired the chocolate bar. George was always sweet to you- all the boys were. They made it all bearable, as much as it could be.
Biting your lip, you thought of only one person you’d like to share your treat with. Scanning through the trees, you tried to look for him - Bill. His eyes were already on you, a clear scawl plastered across his face.
He looked to be muttering under his breath. Your eyebrows furrowing you wondered what had gotten to him. Bill had a short fuse, you knew that. Still, you hadn’t seen him this riled up in a while.
You began making your way over to him. You knew the best way was to ease your way into it. Smiling, you plopped down next to him, gently nudging his shoulder with your own.
“Bill?” You called his sweetly. Your eyes looking to him for some sign he was listening. You could feel relax, if only for a second.
He grumbled at you. The action making you laugh.
”What?” He asked, gruffly. But his natural curiosity getting the better of him. He looked at you with a softer expression. “What’s so funny?” He asked once more.
“You,” you replied, simply. “What’s got you so upset?”
“Nuthin’, just-” He stopped gracing at you, before turning to look ahead infinity of him. “You sure you don’t wanna be with somebody else?”
You raised your eyebrows at his question.
He signed. “I just mean, I don’t know what I mean.” He scratched his chin, his eyes darting from you to something in front of him.
“Bill?”
“Yeah?”
“In whatever way you mean, the answer is no. I don’t want to be with anyone else. In fact…”
You gently placed the chocolate bar on his lap. “There’s no else I’d rather be with - or anyone else I’d rather share this with.”
Bill’s eyes glistened for a second, his gaze quickly shifting to the chocolate bar. He took it gingerly in his hands.
“Good,” he said, clearing his throat. He switched the chocolate bar to his other hand. His free hand reaching out to you, holding it securely. His calloused hand providing you with a new found warmth.
“Good,” you whispered back. Both of you smiling, not caring if anyone else noticed.
#well there it is! short but sweet.#thank you for your request and I hope you liked it!#bill guarnere x reader#band of brothers imagine#band of brothers x reader#bill guarnere imagine#bill guarnere
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Chapter 4- The Catch
Summary: Carentan was a harsh bloody battle. As you and Doc are tending to multiple wounded men, you eventually run into Liebgott while he’s comforting a severely wounded fellow soldier he was partnered with. After the Americans claimed the town, eventually the boys of Easy were pleasantly surprised when they had an evening at a pub when you arrived polished up like a lady with a song in your heart.
A/N: Mature audience, Joe LiebgottxFem!Medic, post D-Day, She/Her Pronouns, Y/F/N, Y/L/N, Cursing/Swearing, Derogatory Slurs, Womanizing Comments, Confrontation, Military Terminology, 1940’s slang, Inappropriate Nicknames, Band of Brothers References, Mentions of Weaponry, Descriptive Wounds/Injuries, Death, Blood/Gore, Smoking, Banter, Pining, Consensual Physical Contact/PDA, FOREVER FLUFF 💚
Chapter takes place Episode 1x4 Replacements
Song selection for this piece:
Good Night, My Love by Ella Fitzgerald
{Provided below at the end of the chapter}
*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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As you come up on Carentan, you’re met with heavy fire from German snipers hiding inside some of the buildings. Most of you take cover in the ditches on either side of the road but are just made easy targets for the Germans since everyone was still out in the open.
Winters shouted at the troops to move forward to get cover and started to physically lift each soldier he passed to get them moving.
“Get yourselves out of those trenches!”
After finally making entry into the town, American soldiers scatter to wherever they can to get cover from all of the gunfire coming from every direction.
You and Doc on separate ends of the streets trying to keep low to tend to the wounded.
“MEDIC!!”
You race to two soldiers landing on your knees next to them, one on the ground with a trail of blood coming from his helmet, the other crouching over him.
“He’s still breathing, help me carry him!” You call out. You each grab an arm of the injured soldier and drag him behind a building.
While you’re working on the nameless soldier’s head wound, a drug store gets blasted by German artillery not far from where you were, the force from the explosion sending you sideways into the brick wall next to you.
Your ears intensely ringing, it’s all you can hear for a moment until you hear Liebgott’s voice.
“TIPPER! TIP! Answer me, Tip!” Joe calls out to his partner, Ed Tipper who sadly had been in the building when the blast occurred.
You shake your head vigorously in an attempt open your ears and regain your composure. When you finally snap out of it, you look up to see Tipper stumbling out of the destroyed storefront of the pharmacy, the left side of his face completely torn up from shrapnel, and his right thigh blown wide open, the artery clearly lacerated and bleeding out.
Liebgott running, stops dead in his tracks when he sees Tipper.
“Joe?? Is that you??” Tipper calls out trembling.
Liebgott stunned by Tipper’s bloody appearance, slowly approached him carefully setting down is rifle.
“Lookin’ good, Tip.” Joe says reassuringly placing his rifle on the ground, “-lookin’ real good.”
Liebgott gently took Tipper by the arm, leading him out of the building.
“Come here, buddy, you gotta sit down. Come here...Come on...” He slowly helped Tipper to the ground, “Easy, easy...There you go...there you go.”
Liebgott crouched next to Tipper and gently guided his head to rest in the crook of his neck.
Tipper’s breath became ragged and labored. As he started coughing up blood, Joe surveyed the rest of the damage on him. He discovers the right thigh wound, bleeding out and pulsating where the artery was hit, then the right foot exposed through the boot also drenched in red.
“Ah Jesus...” Liebgott whispered to himself stroking Tipper’s hair. “You hang in there, buddy. Okay, we're gonna get you fixed up. All right...okay. Guys, you wanna give me a hand here? Come on.”
He started to lift Tipper as you approached. Before the other two soldiers could help Liebgott pick him up, you push through them grabbing Tipper’s right arm to bring it across the back of your shoulders and assist carrying him to safety.
“Over here, Lieb.” You direct.
You both rest Tipper against the wall as you grab a large dressing from your med bag, putting it directly over his thigh to apply pressure. You knew it would be to no avail since the artery needed to be held closed to keep the blood in and he’s lost so much blood already. Without plasma, you couldn’t do much.
“Tip, I’m right here.” You comfort him, putting your face in his line of sight so he can see you.
Liebgott staring stood up slowly, waiting for you to work your healing magic, but you already knew Tipper’s fate was sealed. You look up apologetically at Joe and shake your head.
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After the dust finally settled, the town was now under American control. The time in Carentan was short lived, as orders came through for Easy to attack East towards the low ground. Easy went from the Western part of Carentan towards the South, near the village of Douville. You all are confronted with a major German resistance upon your arrival. The Germans launched a strong counter- attack with tanks and armored vehicles. Fortunately, Sherman tank reinforcements arrived, breaking the German lines of contact and shortly abandoned the hill.
A few days later, after a failed reconnaissance mission, Easy was removed from the front lines and sent back to Sainte-Mère-du-Monte to recover from the combat you all had endured. To Easy’s misfortune, Lipton announces you all are to return to combat in September. New orders state Easy is to drop into Holland to liberate the people from German tyranny.
But when Easy approaches Eindhoven, the locals commemorate your arrival with celebration in the streets with banners waving and cheers of appreciation. Women of the village kiss each soldier on the cheeks and mouths as they pass, while the men hug or shake their hands showing their gratitude.
It was chaotic. Everywhere you looked, people were dancing and shouting in the streets while music blared from a band off to the side. You were once again separated from Joe.
You hear Lipton yelling, “Keep moving!!” He repeated over and over amongst the crowd as he ushered the guys up the street.
This was an unusual change of pace for Easy Company. Instead of being met with gunshots and explosions, you’re welcomed with warm smiles and affection from the locals. Some of the guys took advantage of the situation getting in some extra kisses from the local women.
You wondered if Liebgott was kissing any of these women. Afterall, they seemed to be wearing some of their best dresses with make-up and here you were, having looked like a hag for nearly four months since you dropped on D-Day. Why wouldn’t he get his kisses in while he had the chance to get one from a lady looking like she had at least been bathing consistently?
This thought discouraged you. You hadn’t done yourself up since Toccoa. You release a sigh of frustration and continue pushing through the crowd.
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That evening, Easy got together with some of the new Easy replacements in attendance at what seemed to be a barn made into an improvised pub. There was a dartboard on the wall, and multiple tables and chairs set up. A simple radio playing some popular tunes sat on the bar.
“Hey, Lieb, where’s Y/L/N?” Perconte asked.
Liebgott shrugged. “Last I heard she went to one of the local women’s houses to get cleaned up.”
“Betchya we won’t even recognize her.” Guarnere joked.
The guys all laughed collectively. Malarkey pushed through the crowd trying to get everyone’s attention.
“Hey, guys! Get a look at the bird that just came in!” Malarkey pointed towards the entrance with a wide eager smile.
Everyone redirected their attention to the front of the room. Most of the men of Easy caught sight of an almost familiar woman wearing the standard female Army dress uniform complete with skirt, simple heels, and clean white medic brassard displaying the Red Cross around the left bicep. Hair clean and perfumed pulled back into a neat fashionable bun and a face with fresh make-up and painted lips. You almost had the entire room at a complete standstill when you walked in.
Liebgott’s jaw dropped, (as did everyone’s).
“Who the hell is that?” Talbert asked.
“Floyd, you’re an idiot.” Guarnere asserted.
“It’s our little lady medic, boys.” Randleman pointed out affectionately.
Excited murmurs and whispers filtered across the room.
You start to make your way to Easy in the back. Of course, you’re approached by several other members from other companies there, but you kindly decline their advances so you can get to your own.
“Hey, fellas.” You greet as you near the group of Easy soldiers.
They all inaudibly respond with their own forms of welcome, then all fall silent leaving a heavy blanket of tension in the air between you and them. You look around suspiciously wondering why none of them were making eye contact with you or speaking. Some looked like they were even holding their breath.
“What’s wrong with you guys? It just Y/L/N! Quit acting like you never seen a woman before.” Nixon said addressing the men.
“Yeah, but that’s just it, sir, it’s Y/L/N...dolled up. She don’t normally look like this.” Guarnere explained.
Nixon laughed. “Then it would be gentlemanly of one of you to offer her a seat while I get her a drink. What will you have Y/L/N?” He called out to you.
“Thank you, sir, any beer will be just fine.” You replied with a relieved smile.
“You clean up nice, L/N!” Malarkey commended as he pulled you in for a one-armed hug.
“Thanks, Don.” You respond as your cheeks heat up.
The rest of the guys agree simultaneously, each voicing over the other how great you looked.
You laugh nervously, “Gee, guys, thanks.” Was all you could say.
You weren’t used to this kind of attention from the boys. As the awkwardness lifted and everyone started to resume socializing, your eyes eventually met Liebgott’s.
You each smile at eachother.
“Here you go, L/N.” Nixon handed you a bottle with a wink.
“Thanks, sir. Cheers!” You raise your beer clinking it against his highball glass of Vat 69 whiskey on the rocks.
You finally go to stand with Liebgott.
When you reached him, he gently pulled you in by your waist and leaned in to whisper in your ear.
“You’re a knockout, sweetheart.” He professed with that Joe Liebgott smirk.
You felt his warm breath dance along your neck, making your spine shiver and the butterflies rise in your stomach.
Your breath caught in your chest, and you smiled shyly at him.
“Lookin’ dapper yourself, Joe.” You reply as you readjust his tie.
Your little moment was interrupted abruptly by Guarnere.
“Hey Joe, if you ain’t gonna have a dance with her, how ‘bout letting one of us take her once around the room?” He teased.
An upoar of laughter erupted from the group.
Joe looked at you and raised his eyebrows, “How about it, doll?” He asked.
“Oh, I don’t think I can dance in these shoes, Joe. I tripped twice outside on the way over here.” You admitted.
Joe chuckled then Luz came up to you.
“Hey Y/F/N! Bull here says you got some pipes on ya? Can you sing us a little something?” He bid.
You direct a look of betrayal towards Randleman.
“You said you wouldn’t tell anyone, Bull.” You reminded him sharply.
“It would be a crime and shame to keep that voice a secret, lady.” Randleman declared.
Laughter fills the air.
“So, whaddya say? One song? For us?” Luz begged again.
You look around at all the eager faces of the men in Easy Company, and you smile.
“How about some Ella Fitzgerald?” You suggest.
The men cheered and ushered you over to the upright piano against the wall by the bar.
“Hey, we can’t see her!” One soldier shouted from the back.
“Give her something to stand on!” Another one called out.
Toye placed a chair next to the piano as Liebgott offered his hand to help you up.
When you came into view of the audience, all the men applauded, directing whistles and howls of admiration.
You grimace playfully shaking your head mouthing, “Knock it off!” as you wave them down.
A soldier from the crowd sat at the piano.
“You know, Goodnight, My Love?” You ask him.
The soldier nodded and began playing the selection from memory.
You serenade with all your heart and soul, immediately capturing the room. As you sing, you look from one awestruck face to another, making sure to smile as any good entertainer would do in the movies. You felt like a starlet.
The whole room leaning in listening intensively, some ogling at you from the tables, your eyes connect with Joe’s who’s standing along the front. He grins as he watches you admirably and you can’t help but return a smile.
At that moment on the last line of the song, you lost your balance.
🎶Sleep tight, my love, goodnight, my love
Remember that you’re my sweetheart--🎶
“GASP!”
All the air suddenly left your lungs as you feel your feet leaving the surface of the chair. It all seemed to happen in slow motion as Joe swiftly swooped in catching you bridal style before you can hit the floor. The room in unison choked with concern.
The world went still while Joe was holding you. Your faces so close, your cheeks reddened and once again your breath stuck in your throat somewhere.
“Nice grab, Liebgott!” You hear Guarnere shout. The room laughed and applauded as Joe turned still carrying you, smiling mischievously from ear to ear.
“What a finale!” Compton called out.
“No more booze for her!” Luz teased. More laughter.
Liebgott set you on your feet.
“You good?” He asked. You nod.
“Thanks to you.” You beamed. You leaned in and kissed his cheek to show your gratitude for the rescue.
You heard some of the guys mockingly whistle at you and Liebgott for this little show of affection.
His astonishment had left his mouth slightly agape and his eyes wide making you giggle. He leered playfully at you.
“You missed, sweetheart.” He eluded as he tapped his lips with his finger winking at you.
You raised an eyebrow at him skeptically. With your fore and middle fingers together, you press them to your red lips, kiss the pads, then place them onto Joe’s waiting lips which he gladly kissed. A devilish grin stretched across his face.
“Maybe next time we can have that dance?” He suggested.
“Sure, Joe. At least I know I can depend on you to catch me if I fall again.” You proclaim with a wink and a coy smile.
“I’ll always be there to save you, sweetheart.”
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For your hearing pleasure,
Good Night, My Love by Ella Fitzgerald
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hi i loved part 1 of the morning after,and wondered if you could do a part two including winters,gene,toye and liedgott,and if you want to add any one else feel free,and on another note i feel like liebgott would feel so smug the morning after and lord have mercy i could only imagine toye morning voice,either way thanks for doing my first request xx
thank you for the request! Honestly you’re one of my biggest supporters so I want to thank you for filling my inbox, it always keeps me so motivated and excited to write!! Also I can’t believe I missed out so many of the boys in part 1 wtf?!?!?!?
Anyway, on with the headcanons, this will include some swearing and mentions of sex, but nothing too graphic, it’s mainly just fluff and a bit of flirting :)
Easy Boys the morning after Part 2.
Dick Winters:
Ugh, like Shifty he’s just soooo respectful isn’t he??
I think he’d be quite shy? Like he’d 100% be blushing the day after, and when you wake up and let out a soft groan but cuddle further into his chest omg he’s so soft for you.
he’d run a hand over your back, and when you’re awake enough he’d ask if you wanted a hot drink or something.
Probably gets in the bath with you and you both relax together, maybe you go for a round 2 in there? Idk but for now let’s keep it fluffy, it’s just soooo sweet and gentle and omg he’s so in love with you after.
Eugene Roe:
He’s sooo happy when he wakes up omg he’s smiling immediately remembering what happened the night before.
He really wants a cuddle and he’s feeling cheeky so even tho you’re asleep he’s sneaking a hand under you to pull your sleepy self onto his chest.
pulls the blankets over your naked chest just so you don’t feel exposed or weird when you wake up.
blushes when he sees your skimpy little underwear, like have you never seen a pair of knickers before Eugene? It’s been a really long time for him okay-
Sleepy kisses when you finally wake up.
he’d ask you if you’re okay, and later he’d probably double check he didn’t hurt you or anything?
genuinely cares about you and your comfort so so much, so if you were to go for round 2 he’d insist on pleasuring you, such a gentleman in bed seriously.
afterwards he’d probably do something really cute like wrap you in his army uniform and he can’t decide if it’s the hottest or cutest thing he’s ever seen.
Joe Liebgott:
How did I miss out Lieb in part 1 seriously?
I feel like yes, Lieb probably would have a little smug smile on his face because the sex the night before was realllll good and he’s super impressed and over the moon.
Like Jheeze, how is he with somebody so perfect? Like your all his and he’s super happy.
but then I feel like as soon as you wake up slightly a softness completely melts his heart and all the smugness kinda vanishes.
his eyes go all hazy and he’s shuffling further under the covers with you, running a hand over your bare arm and he’s all like, “hey stranger, you awake now?”
ahhhh he’d bring you in for a gentle cuddle and his real soft side comes out omfg he’s so gentle and I think you’d genuinely see a new side of Liebgott that makes you even more attached to him.
If things got a little rough the night before, he’s double checking you’re okay and making sure he didn’t go too hard or anything.
I think Joe genuinely would feel enchanted by you, like he’s seriously asking if you’ve put some kinda spell on him. Nah, he’s just deep in loveeeeee.
Joe Toye:
Why do I feel like he’d be trying to charm you all over again? Like I agree his raspy morning voice would be soooo sexy omg it’s hard to resist.
I feel like the two of you would be friends? Up until the point of last night (obviously) but you both finally cave into the tension between you both and it’s so good.
like even Joe would wake up with MF butterflies.
it’s all so romantic and sexy omfg- until Luz comes BARGING IN AND WOCOEMMFOEOW.
“Luz get the fuck outta here!!!!” Yeah the moments ruined but… Joe’s still down for cuddles and deffo would ask if you wanted to get breakfast with him?
George Luz:
Speaking of Luz…
I feel the night before would be so fun, like seriously a rollercoaster of emotions- only the good kind.
yeah he’s a massive goofball but he’s a huge softie, I have absolutely 0 doubts. Like he’d be so attentive.
so when you both wake up the next morning he’d be so happy and giggly, maybe even a little shy? Like he’d literally say out loud ‘how did I get so lucky with you, huh?’
would be a master of making you blush.
he’d then point out that you’re blushing and make you even more flustered ahhh.
but nah he just wants to make you smile and loves seeing you happy, especially the morning after, he feels like the two of you have really bonded and I think sex is important for George in fully sealing your relationship.
it would probably be a confidence boost for him as well and 1000% lingers on his mind for days after omfg.
Carwood Lipton:
Ahhhh omg such a handsome man. Waking up next to him would be a dream.
He’d be awake long before you, enjoying to wake up early and make the most of life, especially now he’s got you.
as soon as he sees your awake, he climbs back into bed with you. He’d be so chilled out and gentle, like he wouldn’t wanna embarrass you by bringing up how amazing last night was, so he just keeps it casual but he can’t hide the smile covering his face.
deep down getting laid makes Lip super frickin’ happy, but he’s so respectful, he’d never admit it out loud cos he’s just happy to be with you 😏.
he’s always cautious of squashing or hurting you, so the morning after he’s handing you a bottle of water and I think he’d 100% play with your hair because it’s so soothing.
Lingering, gentle kisses that are a reminder of the night before omg.
his hands remain a little too respectful, so if you want round 2 the morning after, just give his hands a little nudge in whatever direction and he’ll gain the confidence to take charge.
Bill Guarnere:
He’s good in bed and he knows it.
but he’s too mature to be cocky about it, instead he’d like to tease and joke with you about the night before.
he isn’t afraid to bring it up and ask how you enjoyed it??? Like he’s confident but also wants to ensure you’ve thoroughly enjoyed yourself, like it’s important for Bill to know you gained pleasure out of the sex too, if not more than he did!
Would call you his Angel and I swear to god I think he’d love to take the position as your personal slave for the day.
you want a bath running? He’s got it. You want a drink? He’ll bring 5 different ones for you to choose from.
He loves you so much, and no matter how much he’d teases and jokes with you, he’d legit worship the ground you walk on.
#band of brothers x reader#band of brothers imagine#band of brothers headcanons#Dick winters x reader#eugene roe x reader#joe liebgott x reader#Joe toye x reader#george Luz x reader#carwood Lipton x reader#bill Guarnere x reader
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