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Saccharine - Dick Winters x FemNurse!Reader

Saccharine - Dick Winters x FemNurse!Reader

Word Count : 1.9k

Warnings : mentions of war, wounds, slight jealousy (barely)

Summary : Three Times Dick Winters Wanted to Confess His Feelings and The One Time He Did

A/N : Hello, the next fic after this will be the winner of the WIP poll. This one was tickling my brain though, so I had to write it! This fic is based on the fictional depiction in the miniseries Band of Brothers, not the real veterans. I hope you enjoy it and as always, pls like and reblog if you’d like to see more <;33

Shortly After You Met

You were quickly wrapping bandages, stocking the medics’ bags, making sure morphine was ready, and generally cleaning house. Keeping clean conditions was a little more difficult in the position you were all in, but you liked to make sure the medics felt even partially clean and organized.

“Well look at that..” you hear a voice behind you and you turn slightly, recognizing Dick Winters. You smile at him, eyes lighting up when you register that Doc Roe is standing next to him.

“Just the men I wanted to see.” You hand a fully stocked aid kit to Doc “At the ready for use.” You lower your voice. “Don’t tell anybody but I gave my favorite company medic a few extra bandages.” Roe nods thoughtfully with a little laugh and takes his aid kit from you.

Your eyes slide to Winters, smile brightening for him. “Hello Lieutenant Winters.”

Dick pauses for a moment before answering you, your smile disarming him. Never had he seen you smile so brightly at him. He would have figured you would have reserved such sweet smiles for someone like Doc.

Doc was looking between the two of you, eyebrows scrunched together a bit. Lieutenant Winters wasn’t a very talkative man, sure, but he seemed dumbstruck by you.

“Hello, Nurse.” Dick says quietly. “Always a pleasure to see you.” He gives you a small, polite smile. You duck your head slightly, trying to hide the scarlet blush creeping up your cheeks. Dick pretends not to notice, but is secretly very pleased that he’s had this effect on you.

“Thank you, Lieutenant. Such kind words for such difficult times bring me great comfort.” You fiddle absentmindedly with the spare piece of gauze in your hand, your calloused fingers looking so rough, but your touch being so gentle.

“Nurse!” You hear someone call. “NURSE!” You head turns quickly and you notice a young man dragging his half conscious friend behind him. You drop the spare gauze in your hands and rush over, immediately pushing yourself under the unconscious young man’s other shoulder. You can see his lower leg is torn up, the blood mingling with his shredded trousers. You guide both men to a cot and as you reach for the makeshift curtain you lock eyes with Dick Winters, who looks as if he wants to say something to you. Before he opens his mouth, you close the curtain, turning to the wounded soldier.

“I need a surgeon!” You yell, beginning with staunching blood flow. Once another nurse arrives, you pause, wiping your hands quickly and ripping open a sulfa powder packet with your teeth, sprinkling it on the unconscious man’s leg.

Dick watches you from afar, admiring how you seem so sure of yourself. He can barely tear his eyes away from the scene in front of him. He shakes himself out of his reverie and exits the aid station with Doc Roe.

2. When He Just Happened To Walk By

You were standing outside the aid station, taking a small breather. You knew you were meant to help people, it had just seemed like a calling, but watching men take their last breaths takes a toll on a person, and you needed to leave the stuffy confines of your post for a moment.

“Oh. Hello.” You hear, and you look up, surprised to see Lieutenant Winters. “I just happened to be walking by and thought I would come say hello.” What you didn’t know is that he had given himself a papercut on purpose so he could come speak to you directly. Finding that you were already there, he forgot all about his self-inflicted cut and approached you carefully.

You can’t help but smile at him. Of course, you smiled at many of the men, but something about Winters made you want to smile whenever you saw him. “Hello, Lieutenant Winters.” You say politely. Dick arches an eyebrow and looks down at you.

“Please, call me Dick.” He says, one corner of his mouth quirking up at you, and you grin at him. His heart feels like it seized a bit, and he realizes that seeing you is something he keeps finding himself seeking out.

“Okay.” You say sweetly. “Nice to meet you, Dick.”

Now it’s Dick’s turn to grin at you. “Nice to meet you.” His blue eyes sparkle at you and you turn back to look at the road.

Dick clears his throat. “You know, I -“

You turn to look at him again and he falters. He’s too nervous to tell you just how much he enjoys seeing you.

“Never mind. I seem to have lost my train of thought, Nurse.” He looks down briefly at the finger with the paper cut and you notice, gently taking his hand in yours. Dick’s heart skips a beat and you examine his finger.

“Just a small paper cut. Do you want a bandage?” You say, looking up at him with what he swears is the sweetest expression he’s ever seen.

He shakes his head slowly at you. “No, no. Save it for a man who needs it.” You notice that he doesn’t move his hand out of yours right away, and you like it. You would be lying if you said you didn’t have a small crush on the lieutenant, and when it felt like he sought you out just to say hello, you were elated.

“You’re a noble man,Lieutenant. Braving that paper cut all by yourself.” You tease him, lowering both your hands gently. You bring your hand up and tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, aware of his eyes on you.

“Well, someone has to do it.” He jokes lightly back.

The two of you stand outside the aid station, a small smile playing on both your lips.

3. The Ricochet

You would be lying if you said you weren’t panicked. There was a rumor running through that Dick Winters had been shot, and you were running around the station, gathering whatever it was you thought might help. The other nurses glanced between themselves, knowing that Winters was important to you, even if you wouldn’t admit it.

You make sure there’s a cot ready, waiting to see Doc Roe rush in, yelling at the others that a surgeon was needed, that Dick was losing too much blood, that he might not make it.

When Dick walks in, limping, you stand there, shocked.

He was standing upright.

Dick raises his eyes and notices you, limping towards you. “Just the nurse I need to see.” You stare at him, unsure how to react, what to say. If your silence wasn’t embarrassing enough, you could feel tears pricking at your eyes. “Are…are you alright?” You look as if you may faint, and Dick reaches his hand out to cup your elbow gently.

You blink a few times, looking up at him. Then you look down at his feet, remembering that he had limped over to meet you. “I…oh my, I’m so sorry.” You say, guiding him to a chair. Sitting opposite him, you just shake your head. “I…um. They told me you had been shot. That it might be bad.”

Dick’s eyebrows raise, now understanding why you seemed to be worried. “Oh, no. No, sweetheart, it’s just a ricochet wound.”

You pretend not to notice the “sweetheart” that slipped from his lips as he lifted his leg for you to examine. It truly wasn’t as bad as you had been told, and you clean and bandage it quickly. “You need to try and stay off this leg.”

He shakes his head at you. “I can’t.”

You smile sadly at him. “I know.”

He leans forward and smiles softly at you, lifting your hand and bringing it to his lips. “Thank you, nurse.”

4. The Night George Luz Asked You To Dance

Dick didn’t know why his stomach felt like someone had reached into and grabbed it with an iron fist.

But Nixon did. As he follows Dick’s gaze he notices you, happily dancing with George Luz. He sees you throw your head back in a laugh and swears he sees Dick’s jaw jump.

The men and most of the nurses were drinking, dancing, having a general good time before everything crumbled and went haywire. It almost felt normal, but what about war could ever be normal? Dick clears his throat and looks down at his feet briefly, noticing that the song had slowed down considerably, and you were now in Luz’s arms, swaying slightly to the soft music in the background.

Nixon is still glancing at Dick when he sees his friend cross the room and cut in, taking you in to the same slow dance you had just been dancing with Luz.

Dick looks down at you. “You look lovely tonight.”

You smile up at him, blushing slightly. “How many pretty nurses have you said that to tonight?” You see his eyes soften considerably and he chuckles.

“Only one.” You blush openly now as Dick draws you in, his cheek resting gently against your head as you sway to the music.

“How’s your leg doing?” You ask quietly, and you hear Winters hum.

“Sore. I’m just lucky I had such a tender nurse.”

You pull your head back to look at him, finding him ready to meet your eyes.

“I have to confess that it’s easy being a nurse to such a kind man.” You say, and Dick smiles at you.

“I have to confess something as well.” He says, his eyes searching yours. “I think you are the nicest girl I’ve ever met.” He pauses, turning you slightly as the two of you sway to the song. “And I find myself thinking about you more and more.”

You swallow, your eyes flicking across his face. “Is that so?”

He nods, watching your face. You feel his arm around your back gently pull you closer again. He’s always gentle with you, like he thinks you might break.

“I’ve thought about you a lot too. I think you may know that I care about you…given my reaction to your wound.”

Dick’s heart skips a beat at this confession, and he takes his hand to softly cup under your chin, pulling your eyes to meet him. “When this is over, let me take you dancing properly.”

“Does that mean you’ll stop dancing with me now when given the chance?” You ask, eyebrows scrunched together in fake anguish.

Dick laughs, gently lifting your chin again. “May I kiss you?”

You can’t speak, you just nod. He leans in, his lips touching yours ever so gently.

It was saccharine, and when he pulls away from you, you can’t help but grin widely at him as he rests his forehead on yours. “What’s that pretty little smile for?”

You shrug slightly. “Just terribly happy that you think about me as much as I think about you.”

“I have ever since I first laid eyes on you, sweetheart.”

You smile to yourself, feeling like you might burst with the butterflies that were fluttering in your stomach.

From afar, Lewis Nixon stands with a drink in his hand, a small smile on his lips, happy that Dick had finally plucked up the courage to gather you in his arms.

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maximoff-pan · 1 month

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ooh! how about a dick winter blurb where they talk about their future? just something short and sweet to get you dipping your toes into the BOB fandom...

this was so cute and fun to think about! and thank you; I’m dipping my toes in quite slowly but hopefully this is an okay (ish) start — if you’d like me to write a little more for the wonderful easy company boys, just let me know! feedback is always much appreciated 🥰

also I maybe have taken liberties making the reader canadian — sue me for indulging

pairing: dick winters x fem!(cwac)reader

word count: 500

note: this is a complete work of fiction and is based only on the fictional representation of the show band of brothers. No disrespect is meant towards any of the men of easy company or those who fought in ww2.

July, 1945: Zell Am See, Austria

“Have you thought about what you might do after all of this?”

The question causes your lip to quirk slightly in thought. You never dreamed there’d be an after. “I dunno.” Is your truthful response. “I always figured this war would be it for me.”

Dick’s eyes lock with yours in understanding. He knows the feeling well.

“Lew has offered me a job at Nixon Nitration.” His voice carries gently across the water, his leg grazing yours, dangling from the wooden dock below you. It’s so quiet you can almost hear the dew drops hitting the surface as the early morning sun catches Dick’s hair. It creates a wonderful glow, like embers dancing through a fire.

He looks beautiful like this, you think. At peace in the bask of the Austrian sunlight.

“That’s perfect.” You tell him. “I think that’ll be great for you.”

He swallows before speaking, “He said you could come with us.”

“Did he now?” You chuckle. “The ever presumptuous Lewis Nixon. But the offer does sound intriguing.”

He smiles. “I was hoping you might say that.”

Your eyes lock once again, playful grins gracing both your faces. Reaching for his hand, you grasp it in your own, rubbing your thumb lightly across the skin. It’s rough from battle, but warm and comforting nonetheless.

You angle yourself forward to face the water better, now purposefully side by side with the man next to you. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you feel him relax, posture sinking in content.

“I was thinking—” He pauses briefly, momentarily collecting his thoughts.

“That’s never a good sign.” You tease him.

Dick doesn’t react to your jibe, simply taking it in stride as he usually does. “Humour me.” He decides upon.

“Alright, I suppose I can do that.” You say.

“Come with me to New Jersey.”

Your brow furrows in confusion. “I feel like we just had this conversation.”

Dick chuckles finally at your obliviousness. “No, I mean live with me. Buy a house, settle down, spend our lives together.”

Your head lifts from his body, shifting once again, you raise your legs to sit cross-legged on the dock. Dick turns to face you, much the same. He looks hopeful.

The words tumble breathlessly from your lips, “You mean together, together? Like—”

“Marriage.” He confirms. “A couple kids, a white picket fence – the whole American dream. If that’s what you’d want, of course.”

Dick is usually able to read your expressions like a book he’s read an unfathomable amount of times, but right now, the pages are blank. He can’t seem to get a read on you.

A few beats of silence pass agonizingly slowly, one, two, three, then – a smile breaks out onto your face. “You do know I’m Canadian right?”

He grins in return, but not wanting to push his luck, he asks,“Is that an ‘I’ll think about it?’”

“It’s a yes you idiot.”

It would always be a yes.

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joenotexotic99 · 4 months

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Hey! I love your work so much! Like your writing is actually beautiful! Anyway, I was wondering if you could do some of the Easy Boys if you were to tell them your pregnant? If not that’s totally ok, I completely get it. I just thought it would be kinda cute lol. I was wondering if you could include Bull, Lieb, Gene, and Winters along with whoever you want bc let’s be honest, I’m in love with them all.

A/n hope you liked this anon! <3

Warnings, so much fluff, slight language, probably needs a spell check.

Bull Randleman

You weren't sure of how he'd react, sure you loved each other but you never got to the point of whether or not you were having kids. When you did tell him his face stayed neutral, you almost thought that he was upset at first until a huge grin displayed across his face. He took you into his arms and gave you the biggest hug. He rubbed your back and kissed the top of your head, holding you close. He then let go to kiss your stomach. Telling his future kid that he loves them. When he looked back at you he had the most genuine smile.

“son of a bitch, I'm going to be a father”

“Damn right your are”

Joseph Leibgott

You just made this man stop completely in his tracks, you knew how bad he wanted a family so as soon as you found out you were expecting, you went running to tell him. He had the biggest holy shit face. He immediately ran to you and scooped you up. He started to ramble, thanking you and telling you how much he loves you and how happy and excited he is. He then gives you the sweetest kiss. The whole day he sported the biggest smile, if anyone asked why so joyfully he proudly told them that he was going to be a father. If this was a modern au I would totally see him calling you a milf, respectfully

“holy shit I love you so much, you're amazing you know that? I'm gonna be a dad, jesus”

“The best”

Eugene roe

Like bull you haven't discussed the possibility of having kids. You had no idea what to expect telling him the news. You honestly expected the worst. But all that fear washed away immediately when you saw the excitement in his eyes and the wide smile on his face. He asked you if this is what you want and when you nodded with yes he went straight to hug you. Gene would be so caring with you. I honestly think that he would find trinkets and toys to give you his kid when he's old enough. Will be such a great dad.

“Are you sure we're ready for this”

“Probably not but one things for sure is you are going to be a great mom”

Richard winters

you wanted kids and so did winters, you've talked and discussed it before, even going as far as telling what names you liked and disliked. But it was always something you said you would do later in life, so it came as a surprise when you found out you were pregnant so soon. Telling him was exciting and nauseating at the same time. It took him a second to register what you meant, but he was more than excited. Starting a family has been something he's always wanted and now it's a dream come true. He rapped you in your arms telling you how happy he gets to do this with you.

“I love you, you know that?”

“More than you know”

Ronald Speirs

Honestly children were never really in the question. When you and Speirs talked about your future you would talk about beaches and vacations and buying a big house. Never kids. So you were rightfully terrified to find out you were pregnant. You had no idea if Speirs ever wanted kids. When you told him you half expected for him to walk away. It took at least ten seconds for him to make any face acknowledging to you his feelings. That's when he hugged you. When he pulled away he had tears in his eyes and a smile on his face.

“were having a kid?”

“We are”

“I love you”

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brassknucklespeirs · 7 months

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ɢʀɪᴇꜰ ɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄᴋʟᴇ [ʀɪᴄʜᴀʀᴅ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀꜱ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

The feeling was so strong, and honestly not in the good way. It took over her body, clenching and squeezing at her muscles and causing a tension that took over her very being. And yet through it all, her mind gave her constant conflicting messages; you're fine, you're not sad, you're not in pain, you're not grieving, you're completely and utterly fine. She was exhausted from trying to keep up with herself, and it showed. Her closest friends, Bill and Joe, would have seen the change in her. It wasn't a big change, but the usually happy and witty friend of theirs turned maniac, and everything she did became erratic. She didn't seem quite right, though those who didn't know her well would not think much of it, for she was okay just enough to hold it together.

But Joe and Bill weren't there anymore, having been hit in Bastogne and both sent back to the States with injuries that would see they would not be returning. She had reminisced on a similar feeling she had after they had jumped into Carentan. At the time, Y/N wasn't sure how she was feeling, and there was a constant back and forth in her emotions that she was trying to juggle like a bad circus act. She had thought back on how she had sat staring wide eyed at a replacement who had been shot right before her eyes, a young teenager who would have had his whole life ahead of him, now reduced to nothing but a lifeless body at her feet.

"I'm fine, I promise." She had muttered breathlessly to Toye who sat with her on the truck, looking worried as his friend held a bewildered gaze, staring into space without a single thought in her eyes that swum with tears.

"I don't know if that's quite true, but regardless, I'm here, and I always will be." Joe had spoke softly, pressing a gentle kiss to her head, before pulling back and running a reassuring thumb over her cheek, a smile on his lips. Bill had sat on her other side, wrapping an arm over her shoulder, gently tugging her towards him with a grin on his own lips. She remembered those smiles, as if they were engrained in her mind, a memory brought out at any moment she needed it.

But now, she was left without Joe or Bill, both of whom had been her support, her constants. Though it was a sweet gesture meant to calm her jittery bones, the expressions on her best friends' faces would seemingly follow her like a ghost, constantly haunting her steps at every corner she took. When Joe and Bill were hit, Y/N knew how she felt. She was lost, truly and utterly. The two pillars that helped her stand constantly were knocked down themselves and she felt she had nothing to hold her up. Everything turned dark, like the night sky was perpetual, however not the beautiful star filled sky, but a blanketed cloudy night with a catastrophic storm brewing. The winds of change blew her left and right and she struggled to hold on to herself. She watched as Buck lost himself to it, and she pondered whether she would too; she honestly thought she was a goner at that point.

Y/N remembered Joe's words. I'm here, and I always would be. Liar. She thought hopelessly as she clung to herself, arms wrapped around her torso as she rocked herself back and forth. She had ensured no one else was around; it was simply splintered trees and that grieving girl.

In a way, she did lose herself. Everyone watched as she became a shell of herself, merely a solider forced to fight. She was on autopilot, just awake enough to be able to reassure people she was fine, before going back to her stoic, tight jawed expression. She was haunted, she was tired, and she was so utterly over seeing those she cared for being diminished to nothing but a memory. It was driving her mad with grief. She had lost her ability to handle it, and instead had resorted to simply not dealing with it. She had flicked that switch in her mind that dealt with grief, with loss, and had become nothing but a solider, ready to take on the world with nothing to lose.

Dick had found her there, in amongst the snow, shivering and on her way to tears as she seemed to whisper words to herself, speaking her thoughts aloud. He paused his steps, wondering if he should announce himself, but the man couldn’t stop himself as his heart ached for the woman.

"Sergeant L/N." He called gently. She stood immediately, her movements fast and aggressive as she all but snapped her heels together, as if she was the perfect, well oiled machine of a solider.

"Captain Winters, sir." She replied, voice devoid of emotion as she forced herself to hold it together, like a default setting she was ready to flick on when she needed. He stared at her, head tilting the slightest amount while he studied her carefully.

"Y/N," He began, and she felt the default setting turn off as soon as her name left his lips, like the false portrayal of this fighter had melted away to show nothing but the diminished woman she felt herself to be.

"Dick," She whispered back, her shoulders dropping to show her true feelings. He stepped forward, grabbing her hand gently as he tugged her forward towards him. Her jaw tightened and slacked with every other second, as she was trying to stop herself from feeling certain emotions, not wanting to show how hurt and lost she truly felt.

"Talk to me sweetheart." He said quietly, drawing her closer to him so they stood almost chest to chest, his eyes intently staring at her. She wanted to hold back, wanted to pretend she was fine, but something about the man made it hard to do so. She looked up at him, the man who had been a constant thought in the back of her mind, the kind of dream she would hope she'd see every night but never be able to have while she was awake. And yet he stood here before her, staring at her with such a soft gaze, one that she thought she would only see while she slept, as if she was the only thing that mattered to him in that moment. They had always had something lingering in the space between them since they had first met during basic training, but it seemed neither had the time to explore further as they were thrown full force into the war. But even then, the lingering eyes and protective manner in which Dick moved around her showed her that he was fully aware of it.

"I just…there so many things going through my head. Like when I'm dead and gone…will they remember me? Will I be anything to anyone? Will I be worth the talk?" The woman muttered, the words dripping from her lips like syrup, slow and thick, emotion encompassing every syllable.

"To me, you will." Winters said softly, so softly that if the wind was blowing any harder it might have wasted away, never to be heard. But she heard it, and it made her snap her head in his direction, eyes watering as she gazed at him. Her visions blurred with tears and she felt her knees grow weak before she dropped to them, but he wrapped his arms around her frail body to stop her from meeting the ground harshly as the sobs that so desperately needed to come fell from her lips. His hand running along her spine reassuringly as he held her close, letting her feel what she must to

Dick felt his throat constrict, his own emotion coming forth as he heard her heart wrenching cries, and flash backs of his own grief came back to him. He saw the young SS soldier, saw his dropping smile and his bright eyes. He saw his body jolt in his mind as his bullet hit the boy in the chest, before he saw his body hit the ground. Dick's arms tightened around the woman, his hand finding its way to the back of her head as he cradled it to sit in the space between his jaw and shoulder.

"I know. I know." He whispered to her, his mind recounting the faces of the soldier who were under his command that had lost their lives to this war. His eyebrows pulled together as tears gathered in his eyes, but he gulped down the feeling as he held her. "It's..it's not easy, and it feels never ending, I know. But, you're….you're so much stronger than you give yourself credit for. And I know you don't feel like you can but…I know you can keep going, for Joe and Bill, for yourself." He muttered.

"I…I just feel so heavy Dick." She choked out as she pulled her face from his neck and gazed up at him with red rimmed, wet eyes. He nodded his head as he returned her gaze, showing his own teary eyes.

"Then let me carry some of it," He replied, "Let me take some of the weight sweetheart." He continued, squeezing her hand he had moved to grab.

"How?" She whispered so softly that he almost didn't hear her.

"Talk, let it out, cry, let me hold you tighter, do what you have to. I'm here for it all." He said, trying to prompt her to feel.

"People have said that in the past and now they're gone." Y/N said honestly, her heart clenching in her chest painfully as she thought of Joe and Bill.

"Well I can't promise anything, and you know that. But for this very moment, let me take some of the weight." Dick said gently, running his fingers through the hair that wasn't covered by her helmet. His words echoed on her head, and she felt her body loosen. She knew she didn't know what would happen, but for now? For now she could try her best at handling everything if he held her hand through it.

"O…okay." She whispered as she let her head rest on his shoulder. It was as if the physical contact between them had let her weight transfer to him slightly, as if every moment she spent in his embrace she was able to breathe more. She didn’t feel as though she needed to cry anymore, she felt as though she simply needed to stay enveloped in his arms. Y/N pulled away from him eventually, her eyes drier and her heart less heavy as she gazed up at him.

"Thank you Dick." She whispered to him causing him to smile.

"Of course, anything for you." He replied quietly and her heart jumped at his words. They stared at each other for a few moments, and with every second, they seemed to grow closer to one another. Dick pressed his lips softly against hers after a moment, and Y/N welcomed the feeling, returning the kiss with the same gentle passion. They pulled away not long after, not wanting to get caught up in each other, but ensuring that there was enough there to express one another's feelings. They stared at each other once more as they pulled away, eyes full with a fondness that had always been there but never truly expressed.

As time went on, she felt lighter, not like the entire weight of her feelings had disappeared, but like every time her knees were ready to buckle under the weight he was there to hold some of it for her. Dick seemed to be a new constant, not a replacement of Bill and Joe, but something new. She wasn't sure if she was thinking too much into it but she felt as though this felt different. His eyes lingered on her just a little longer, his gaze always questioning her wellbeing in a way that a leader, or even a close friend, wouldn't do. His gaze held more of an affectionate gentleness, something she had only dreamed of.

That night at the Eagle's nest, many of the men had gathered to drink and celebrate the victory in Europe, elated by the surrender of the German army and their allies. But Y/N was tired, and felt herself in serious need of rest. She hadn't been able to see Dick in a couple of days passed the odd wide eyed gaze across the room, and she felt herself grow heavy. She had stayed in her room until Luz had come to visit, asking if she was joining them. She smiled sweetly at him, but the emotion struggled to reach her drooping eyes as she did.

"I just…need some time alone please." Y/N said to George, a small reassuring smile on her lips as she stood by her bedroom door.

"Of course, let us know if you need something." Luz replied with a large grin, one that she was very used to. She smiled fondly at him before nodding gratefully.

"Thanks George." The man smiled once more before wandering off to see the other men, leaving Y/N by herself. She sighed as she closed the door, letting her shoulders slump while she leant against the door. She went to walk over to her bed to sit for a moment, but another knock sounded on the door and she turned back to it again with a quiet groan. She swung the door open, expecting one of the enlisted men to be there, asking her to come drink with them but was surprised to see Winters standing there. He looked at her with a small smile, his hands playing with the fabric of his hat that was grasped between his fingers.

"I can go if you need some time alone." Dick spoke suddenly, and she broke out of her moment of admiring him

"No!" Y/N blurted out, her voice louder than she intended. Her eyes widened at herself, before clearing her throat awkwardly. "No. Please…stay." She uttered, her voice much quieter now as if she was questioning her own words. Dick let a small smile cover his lips as he nodded, stepping further into the room as he closed the door gently.

"How are you feeling?" He asked fondly as he looked at her, the both of them standing in the middle of her room.

"Um…better, in a way. But not so much in others." Y/N replied with a small smile, her eyes flickering between his face and her hands that she was clenching and unclenching in front of her. "I don't know how I'm ever going to get over what this war had made me feel. How will i…how will I ever explain this to people who don't understand?" She said as she looked at him fully. His face took on an empathetic softness, and he stepped closer to her, his hands finding their way to her shoulders.

"I don't know if you ever will be able to. I'm quite sure I won't be able to." Dick spoke with a gentleness that she had been hoping to hear. His hand moved to her face, his thumb running over the skin below her eye and along her cheekbone. "But…you don’t have to be able to explain it to me." He finished with a smile that made her feel safe, her chest feeling less constricted until a thought crossed her mind and it came back once again.

"But you won't always be there, will you?" Y/N whispered, a sadness taking over her expression. Dick took a deep breath, his adam's apple bobbing as thought over his next words.

"Who ever said that?" He spoke, and he seemed so sure of himself. She looked up at him again, eyes wide and eyebrows furrowed.

"What…what do you mean?" She questioned, fiddling with her fingers unconsciously. He let a smile grace his lips as he reached for her hands, untangling them before interlinking them with his.

"I mean…I…" He began, though he seemed to trip up on his words. "I would like you to come back with me, after…this." He continued, his cheeks growing slightly red. "Only if you want to." He finished quickly. Y/N's breath caught in her throat for a moment as she stared at their hands.

"What…me? You want me to come back with you after the war?" She said with wide eyes, her mind swimming with thoughts, overthinking to the point where she questioned whether she had made up the words he spoke in her mind.

"Well…yes." He said with a slight tension to his sentence.

"I….okay." She whispered, looking up at him again, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she did. His face broke out into a large smile, his eyes lighting up happily.

"Well…that's good." Dick said, his face showing relief. Y/N felt her own face break into a smile as she stared up at him.

"That is good." She replied, and they both shared a smile before Y/N leaned forward and pecked his lips gently. His face showed a shy bewilderment that caused her to giggle quietly. His lips twitched at her laugh before he leaned forward and pressed another kiss to her lips, pulling her closer.

"It means you won't ever have to carry everything by yourself. Not now and not ever." He whispered as he pulled away, a genuine loving care in his eyes. She smiled at his words, eyes swimming with tears. He returned her smile, pressing his lips to her forehead gently before looking down at her once more. "I won't ever let you feel that way again."

#here have a random ramble i just wrote in an hour #idk wtf this is but it's feelings so...#take it or leave it #gods i am in my sad girl emotions rn #FUCKKKKK #find me the nearest mountain i can climb and scream off #richard winters x reader #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers drabble #i really don't know wtf this is #so don't come for my throat please #i'm sensitive rn #dick winters x reader

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Kisses to cold cheeks

Richard Winters x fem!reader

Summary: Richard reminiscences of the way you met

Warnings: Talk of readers cheeks turning red from the cold.

Notes: This is a fictional work based on the actor portrayals in the series Band of Brothers. All respect to the real life individuals.

Words: 660

Richard's face turned into a smile as he heard the door open. He had been waiting for you for a little while. You entered your shared home with dramatic huffs about the cold winter air. Soon he saw you walk into the living room with your hands full of logs.

“Brought some more wood.” You mumbled and dropped the logs into a wicker basket next to the fireplace.

He smiled at you, “There’s snow dropping from your coat,” he remarked softly. You stopped and looked behind you, then picked up the fallen snow with your hands, “Woops,” you said and marched back to remove your outerwear. “Lucille didn’t eat. We’ll need to monitor her,” you shouted at him from the hall.

He had grown up around cattle, unlike you. You were born into a city in England, but had moved to work as a Land Girl during the war. The first time he had met you was in 1944, in Aldbourne. You had walked past him in your overalls. Richard had almost turned around to get another look at you, but had continued walking to the house he was staying in, during his time in the country.

With some sheer luck, he could actually see part of a field from the second-story window of his bedroom. And a few days later, his eyes were suddenly drawn to a familiar looking girl walking past the road below. He set his book down and leaned forward, feeling slightly annoyed at himself for how he was acting toward a complete stranger. There you were, talking to some other women dressed like you, carrying pitchforks and shovels.

For the next week, he’d look at you work from his window. He had really tried not to. He had very important matters to prepare for, but his eyes would keep glancing at the field. Richard moved his desk shortly after this. He had strategies to memorize. Plus, he felt a little creepy.

Now, years later, you shuffled back into the living room. “Lucille didn’t eat,” you looked at him with a serious face. One of the cows wasn’t feeling well. He nodded, “So I heard. We’ll keep an eye on her.” You moved towards the fireplace and fed the fire.

Richard adjusted his position on the couch as he admired you. You had been outside for a while, the reddened cheeks proving it. He opened his arms when you stood back up, “C’mere,” he whispered at you. He felt like the luckiest man alive when you smiled and crawled into his arms.

Richard smiled down at you when you wrapped your arms around his neck. Something about seeing you like this, your rosy cheeks making you look so vibrant, so full of life, it made his heart beat a little faster. He placed a kiss to your cheek, the skin still cold against his lips, then another to your forehead. You leaned into his embrace and pressed your cold nose against his neck. A deep chuckle escaped his throat. “Stop that,” he whispered but pulled you in closer to his chest.

After D-Day, when they had returned to England, Richard stayed in Aldbourne, instead of wreaking havoc in London, like many of his men had. He spent his days corresponding back home and resting from the chaos he had somehow walked out of alive. It had been nice to be back in England.

On the third day, he had walked into the post office to send some letters when his feet suddenly stopped in the doorway. There you were. You had picked up a package from the counter and turned around, and Richard was embarrassed to admit how often he had tried to remember what your face looked like from this close.

Snapping away from the trance-like state seeing you again had put him in, he stepped away from your way. He opened the door and held it open for you as you walked past him.

“Thank you,” You had smiled for him. And he was completely lost in you.

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#band of brothers #dick winters #band of brothers fanfic #richard winters #richard winters x reader #dick winters x reader #band of brothers x reader #x reader

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thef00l1sh · 7 months

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y'all ever like. rewatch that one scene in ep 4: replacements where some random dutch lady comes up to dick and kisses him. 'cause i like to pretend that i was that random dutch lady. seeing that made me feel things.

#LIKE HOW HE LEANED HIS HEAD DOWN A LITTLE #i can't #band of brothers #richard winters #dick winters #richard winters x reader #dick winters x reader #hbo war

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bandagesandloveletters · 21 days

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Band of Brothers Masterlist

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘, 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎!

Tag list: If you like my work, feel free to comment, and I can add you to a tag list for any future works either in general or for a certain character.

Lewis Nixon

Cold as Ice -A little something where Nixon learns to ice skate but it’s all part of a deeper plan. Pairing: Lewis Nixon x OFC.

Richard "Dick" Winters

Hidden Love - A request written around the reader and Dick having a hidden love for each other. Pairing: Richard Winters x Reader

Chuck Grant

Get Well Soon - Chuck gets a visitor to cheer him up. Pairing: Chuck Grant x OFC

Floyd Talbert

Frostbite and Kisses - In the cold depths of Bastogne, a little warmth is always welcome. Pairing: Floyd Talbert x OFC (Rosie Moretti)

George Luz

Sentimental Journey - A dance brings two kindred souls together. Pairing: George Luz x OFC (Ellis White)

Joe Liebgott

A Sergeant's Sorrow - A conversation between two friends after Brécourt. Pairing: Joe Liebgott x Platonic!OFC (Lizzie Welsh)

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The heart of War - Richard Winters

In the midst of the war-torn world, where Easy Company fought valiantly against the shadows of conflict, a new face emerged.

Sergeant Y/N L/N, a skilled and elusive sniper, joined the ranks of Easy Company.

Her deadly precision in the field contrasted with the serenity she carried off-duty, catching the attention of Lieutenant Richard Winters, the revered leader of the 2nd platoon within Easy Company.

On the day Y/N arrived, Sobel approached Winters with a begrudging look on his face. "Lieutenant Winters, I'd like you to meet the newest addition to Easy Company, Sergeant L/N."

Winters nodded, a polite smile on his face. "Welcome to Easy Company, Sergeant "

Sobel, unable to resist a jab, added, "I trust you'll find it an… interesting experience."

Undeterred, She met Sobel's gaze with determination. "Thank you, Captain. I'm here to contribute in any way I can."

Sobel grunted, offering a curt nod before walking away.

The two exchanged a knowing glance, a silent acknowledgment of the challenges they would face together.

As the days passed, the atmosphere in the camp settled into a blend of wariness and routine. However, it wasn't long before Lewis Nixon, Winters' ever-playful friend and intelligence officer, seized the opportunity to inject a bit of humour into the situation.

One afternoon, as the company gathered in the mess hall, Nixon approached her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Sergeant, a word if I may?" he said, gesturing towards a quieter corner.

She arched an eyebrow but followed him, her curiosity piqued. "What's on your mind, Nixon?"

Nixon leaned in, his tone conspiratorial. "You see, I've noticed a certain someone's attention lingering in your direction."

She smirked, casting a glance in Winters' direction. "Oh, and who might that be, Nixon?"

Nixon chuckled. "Our esteemed Lieutenant Winters, of course. The man is as predictable as a Swiss watch, but we could have some fun with it."

Intrigued, She played along. "Fun, you say?"

Nixon nodded, "How about we give him a little nudge? You know, some harmless flirting to see how he reacts."

"Flirting with me, Nixon? Won't that be too obvious?"

Nixon winked, "Trust me, subtlety is my middle name. Plus, it'll be entertaining to watch Winters squirm a bit."

As they rejoined the group, She couldn't help but notice Winters watching them with a raised eyebrow. She casually leaned against a table, engaging Nixon in a conversation that bordered on playful banter.

"So, Nixon, any good stories from the intelligence front?" Y/N asked, batting her eyelashes with exaggerated innocence.

Nixon played along, feigning deep thought. "Ah, the usual espionage and intrigue. But you know, Y/N, intelligence isn't the only thing I find intriguing around here."

Winters, sensing the shift in tone, glanced over with a furrowed brow. Y/N shot him a playful smile, maintaining the charade.

"Oh, really?" She replied, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Do tell, Nixon."

Nixon continued with a smirk, "Yes, you see, there's this Lieutenant—tall, serious, a bit too focused on the mission. I think he could use a distraction, someone to add a little excitement to his life."

She glanced at Winters, who was now looking decidedly uncomfortable. She leaned in closer to Nixon, her playful demeanor unabated. "And who might this unlucky officer be?"

Nixon nodded discreetly towards Winters. "I see you've already met Lieutenant Winters, the man who could use a bit more excitement in his life."

She turned towards Winters, a knowing twinkle in her eye. "Well, Lieutenant, I've been told you could use a distraction. What do you say?"

Winters, caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events, blushed slightly but managed a wry smile. "I think I can handle the excitement, Sergeant."

Nixon chuckled, satisfied with the playful banter he had initiated. She shot Winters a wink before excusing herself, leaving the lieutenant with a bemused expression.

Weeks later, after enduring the hardships of battle, Nixon surprised Winters with two tickets to Paris. "I was going to take you, but I think you need these more than me, my friend," Nixon said with a sly grin.

Caught off guard, Winters hesitated. "Nixon, we can't just—"

Nixon interrupted, "You both deserve a respite from this madness. Trust me on this one."

The next day, She and Winters found themselves strolling through the streets of Paris. The Eiffel Tower loomed in the distance, casting a subtle glow over the city. The conversation flowed easily, punctuated by laughter and the distant hum of city life.

She smiled, "You know, Winters, it's strange to find such peace in the middle of all this chaos."

Winters nodded, "Paris has a way of offering solace, even in the darkest times."

As they continued their walk along the Seine, Her gaze lingered on Winters. "You're not like other officers, sir. You have a way of making people feel… human."

Winters chuckled softly, "Call me Dick when we're not on the battlefield, Y/N. And And your skill with that sniper rifle is truly admirable, almost a better shot than Shiftey"

She grinned, "I'm just doing my part, sir… Dick. and no one is as good of a shot as Shiftey"

A shared smile turned into a lingering gaze, and in that silent moment, Winters leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss beneath the Parisian lights.

In that embrace, time seemed to stand still. The war felt distant, and for a while, Paris became a sanctuary where they revealed in the simple joy of being together. The two discovered a connection that went beyond the battlefield, and in each other's company, they found solace and genuine joy.

But as the days passed, the reality of their duties beckoned them back to the front lines. With a heavy heart, they bid farewell to Paris, carrying the memories of their interlude with them.

Back in the real world, they faced the challenges ahead with renewed strength, their shared experiences in Paris serving as a beacon of hope in the darkest of times. When they returned, Lewis Nixon couldn't resist teasing Winters about the newfound warmth in his usually composed demeanour.

"Paris does wonders, huh, Dick?" Nixon smirked, earning a glare from Winters.

"We can't afford to lose focus, Nixon," Winters replied, but the subtle smile on his face betrayed the lingering glow of their Parisian interlude. " and yes - it did work wonders you sly son of a Bitch"

The two men laughed and walked back towards their barracks.

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On VE Day, at the Eagle's Nest, as celebrations echoed through the air, Winters with her by his side. The memories of Paris lingered, and in the midst of victory, he couldn't contain the emotions that had grown between them.

"Y/N," Winters began, his voice sincere, "back in Paris, I discovered something extraordinary. It's more than the camaraderie of war; it's an undeniable connection that surpasses the chaos surrounding us. I love you and I can't imagine facing the future without you"

In the glow of victory and love, her eyes sparkled with both joy and understanding.

And so, as Easy Company triumphed on VE Day, Winters pulled her into a warm embrace, glad to have found something pure in the midst of something so evil.

As they quietly wandered around the eagles nest hand in hand, Winters couldn't help but inquire about the playful banter orchestrated by Nixon back in the camp. "And the flirting with Nixon… was that all to get my attention?"

She grinned, her eyes filled with mischief and affection. "You didn't need Nixon's help for that, sir. You already had mine."

In that moment, amid the echoes of victory and the bonds forged in the crucible of war, Winters and Y/N shared a private and passionate kiss, sealing their fate for many happy years to come.

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#band of brothers imagines #hbowar #hbo #band of brothers #Richard winters x reader #richard winters #dick winters #easy company #imagines

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garden-0f-eden · 1 year

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BY THE RIVER

SUMMARY: Whilst awaiting the hours until you were to attack Foy you struggled to sleep, fearing for the life of not only you but the rest of you squad, your captain finds you on the riverbanks and decides to comfort his (favourite) Corporal.

Warnings: Talk of family trauma, PTSD, fem!reader, reader is from British army (Easy took her in), language, reader is said to be 19, slight angst, fluff

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Sleep had refused to come and find you tonight, refused to come and put your tormented mind to rest even if it's just for afew hours. It almost felt like some sort of cruel joke. Your comrades are laid down to sleep forever and are finally at peace, whilst you can never rest, never at peace, not even when you're positive you're safe, positive nothing can hurt you. You was certain you'd have a higher chance of freezing to death before sleep found you. That didn't sound too bad right about now.

You made sure Sergeant Lipton was asleep before pushing the fir braches away from the top of your shared foxhole, and crawled out onto the freezing blanket on ice that drained the forest of colour. You carefully pulled the branches back over the foxhole and crept away from the village Foy and towards the river.

You cringed at the sound of the snow being compact under your boots, occasionally loosing your footing on the, now, ice. The sound of running water eventually filled you ears distantly, coming into view over the fallen and burnt trees scattered in the snow. You clean off a stump and pull it to the riverbank, using it as a makeshift bench.

Since leaving the foxhole you realised just how cold it was, your hand were numb and it was almost impossible to ball them into a fist as you shove them into your pockets, you breath now more prominent in the air and your shivering become more aggressive.

All you do is stare into the river, watching as the water cascades over the rocks or maneuver around it. You think about Toye and Guarnere and the look of sheer horror on Bucks face. Part of you feared you'd end up like Buck. Not that you didnt respect him. Oh god no. He's saved your life on multiple occasions and you owe him your life for that. But still, you feared the scars of the war would never fully fade. That is if you survive till the end of the war. Part of you hoped you didnt. You didnt want to see the devastation its caused. Do your family even know if you were alive? Have they just assumed you're dead? Probably. They doubted your every move, practically disowned you when you even considered joining airborne. "The military is no place for a woman." You remember your father telling you every. Single. Day. You were 17 when you enlisted, now 19-

You're quick the snap out of your thoughts at the sound of heavy slow footsteps behind you, "You okay kiddo?" You leap up from the log you sat on, reaching for the knife tucked into your belt, "Woah- steady Corporal..." he put his hands up in surrender. "H-Holy shit Winters! Don't scare me like that!" You whisper shouted at him. "Sorry..." he murmered as you let out a breath you wasn't aware you were holding, "Mind if I sit?" He spoke softly to you, it was nice. He was always soft with you, not like Milarky or Lipton barking orders at you every seconds of the day, you understood it was their job, but the roughness drilled into your brain. "Um... yeah sure I don't mind." You sit back down facing the river, listening to his footsteps approach.

"Its dangerous to be out of your foxhole alone you know?" He murmers as he takes a seat besides you, following your gaze into the water. You don't answer, you hadn't even realised he spoke. "Y/N?" A concerned look spreading across his face, he touched your knee gently and carefully, as if you were the most fragile glass, you flinched slightly at his touch. "Sorry sir..." you murmured looking at him now, snapping out of your trance. "What's on your mind, Soldier?"

"Will Toye and Guarnere be okay?"

He gives you a sad smile "They're fine. They're getting proper medical care." He Pat's your knee reassuringly.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"S' so cold... I miss England." The laughs slightly, "I miss Pennsylvania... say...where are you gonna do once the wars over?" You dont even think about the question, just shrug, "Not sure, I've had enough of Europe for now though, probably forever." He grins and nods "Same here Kid... No family back in England?" He asked confused, hadn't you told him about your brother? "Yeah but...." you pause, looking away from him, debating what words to say, he takes it as a sign to change the subject, "Why dont you come back to America with the rest of Easy?" You giggle and roll your eyes, "And where would I go cap? Huh?"

He takes a deep breath and hesitates before answering, "Come back with me... Back in Pennsylvania I have a nice little house along a river...just like this one... and its warmer." He adds the last bit teasingly, speaking of warmer, you realise how your shivering has stopped and how you've now leaned into his side without realising, his arm gently around your waist as you rested your head on his shoulder and his head on top of yours. "As much as that sounds nice... I dont think your wife would appreciate you bringing home a random British woman." He scoffs and let's out a laugh, "I'm not married Corporal, or in a relationship at that."

You were honestly surprise, Winters was a nice man, caring and supportive. Good-looking too if your being honest. "Missin' out then..."

The words left your mouth before you could even process them, you could tell your face was probably even redder from embarrassment then the cold now. "Is that right?" He asked playfully raising his head and looking down at you, you've already dug yourself into a hole you cant get out of, so you might as well dig a bit deeper. "I mean, your nice, you care a god awful amount about your men. And you are...handsome..." You mumbled the last bit, you'd rather die then tell him, "What was that Corporal?" You refused to speak, you wanted to die. "Are you refusing to tell me? Disobeying your superior.... tut, tut, tut L/N, I thought you was better then that..." he said playfully leaning into you. "Ugh... add annoying to that list," you roll your eyes jokingly, "I- I said you was handsome..." You repeat, louder this time, even though you know full well he heard you the first time. It made him grin.

"Tell me Y/N, is there a lucky man sending you letters overseas?" He countered the conversation. Sly fuck. "No sir..." He raised an eyebrow "How comes?" He was now genuinely interested. You just shrugged again, "I never really found the right guy..." your voice trailing off. "Surely loads of men would be after you! You're a strong independent young woman who works her ass off, not to mention her intelligence AND beauty... and she makes great coffee." You look down at your boots, now blushing like crazy.

"Please don't..."

"Please dont what?"

"Play with my feelings."

He scoffed, "Look at me Corporal." You hesitate but meet his gaze, you saw how he looked at you and made your heart race. He looked at you with pure adoration, a soft and gentle smile. He looked at you as if you were a sculpture calved by Michelangelo himself, or as if you hung the stars in the sky or you were hand sculpted by the gods. "Captain..." you murmered nervously as he gazed at you.

He raised his hand and tucked a stray strand of hair hanging from beneath your helmet behind your ear and gently wiped of a smudge of dirt from your cheek. His hand lingered as you self-consciously lean into his touch, it made him think of a cat. He chuckled to himself.

"So will you come back to Pennsylvania with me?" You pretend to think deeply about it before rolling you eyes, "Sure. What have I got to loose." He suddenly turns serious and takes you hands in his "Fair. But please never loose your accent." He pleads half joking, half serious, making you laugh softly, the cold scratching your throat "I doubt I will Dick..." He slowly leans in, searching your face for any sign of fear or hesitation, then softly presses his lips to yours. Sighing in relief when you almost instantly return it. The kiss is slow and passionate. Something you both longed for. Something you both had thought about for a long time, he pulled away resting his forehead against yours, grinning at you.

"You know you've always been my favourite."

"I better be."

#band of brothers #hbo series #hbo war #dick winters #Captain Dick Winters #dick winters x reader #richard winters #richard winters x reader #joe toye #bill guarnere #Fluff #angst

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iceman-kazansky · 10 months

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Band of Brothers Appreciation Week, Day 3– Hurt/comfort

Requested by: nobody, appreciation week

Pairings: Richard "Dick" Winters x f!reader

Warnings: Angst (obv), mentions of death, reader kills a 16 year old, pinning for a bit, drunk reader, probably swearing, mentions of God, kissing, uhm.. I think that's it??

A/n: I POSTED THIS REALLY LATE IN THE DAY BECAUSE IT WASN'T YET FINISHED, sorry for that 😅

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The world was cold that day.

You had stupidly thought that maybe, just maybe, the memory would leave. It wouldn’t ever show it’s ugly face to you again. Maybe even disappear forever.

But of course, that wasn’t how the human mind worked, wasn’t how any problem worked.

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You remember the way you had been walking through the cold confines of Bastogne, rifle in hand and snow crunching loudly beneath your feet while you walked.

It was then you heard it, the snapping of a branch a few feet away, a dark figure in the woods, moving through the trees, causing you to dive for cover behind a large coniferous tree.

The figure continued walking, unsuspecting of the danger you posed as he grew nearer and nearer. He nearly walked into you, but a surprised yelp left his lips when he emerged from the brush to see you, gun out and trained on him.

And then you’d shot him.

The peppery smell of gunpowder fresh in the frigid air and the beautiful white snow stained a sickening crimson blood as the bullet you’d placed between his eyes severed something in its wake.

Before you pulled the trigger you’d gotten a good look at his face, the boyish features and soft eyes. He was just a kid. No older than 18. And you’d killed him. Took his life with your gun. With your hands.

It was a long walk back to the front line Easy company was occupying, each second that passed felt like an hour, the snow a repetitive Crunch-Crunch-Crunch under each fall of your foot.

You’d reported the German soldier straight to Dick, and something must've been apparent on your face for he’d asked if you were okay.

And as you intended to tell anyone who asked, you told him you were fine. Afterall, Why wouldn’t you be?

But that had been days ago. Yet, you still weren’t over it. Now you were stationed in Haganau. Perhaps a drink would calm your mind.

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That is where you found yourself; the bar.

Hours passed while you drank your sorrows away, and as far as you were drunkenly concerned, that's all you'd be doing tonight. Another ale was passed to you from the bartender when you asked, and you sat, sipping on the yellow liquor and enjoying the burning sensation it left in your throat.

Most of the regiment that had been gathered here earlier in the evening had already left, but a few stragglers were scattered in the fetid bar. The doors opened in the quiet bar, and you spared a glance backwards, barely recognizing the familiar face who had just walked in the bar.

Something in your mind told you that yes, it would be logical to quit the addictive drinking you were getting yourself into tonight, but your selfish want to pleasure yourself into forgetting was greater.

The familiar ginger approached you, hand cupping your shoulder gingerly in the late hours of the night. It was time to go, for the hangover you would experience tomorrow would not go well.

Dick helps you stand, arm hooking underneath your armpits to hoist you up onto your own two feet and offer a steady source to lean on. He guides you out of the bar and into the empty streets, where not a whisper can be heard in the chilly night air.

The cold of the night offers some sobriety in your drunken haze, the breeze tickling your cheek brisk against your sweat-beaded skin, hot from the bar. In the darkness you stumble, still guided by Dicks strong hands, "Watch your step," He says, voice soft while he resteadies you from tipping.

There's a large lump in your throat, choking you and ever more reminding you why you drank today, what atrocious thing you'd done not very long ago. You want to seek help, want to tell someone, anyone, willing to listen, the things you'd seen and wanted to unsee in this wretched time called war.

In your stupor, you look over your shoulder at Dick, who continues to guide you through the dark, not able to see the pain flickering in your eyes. You want to tell him.

The thought makes you disgusted with yourself, No! Your brain screams, I could not put him through the things I've seen, the things I've done, willingly.

Too preoccupied in your own thoughts you stop, Dick following shortly after, a puzzled look crossing his beautiful features.

For moments you both stand in the middle of the quiet street. There isn't a soul around. Not a whisper in the frigid night air.

The tension is thick, and you feel as if there is an unbearable weight, pressuring you into the truth. As if it's holding a gun to your temple, threatening you to tell your thoughts.

And the way Dick is staring at you isn't helping. He has your heart thump-thumping wildly like a race horse in your chest.

"Do you.." You start out shakily, but stop, because that doesn't sound right.

"I was drinking.." again. It doesn't have the right sound to it.

What was wrong with you? Spit it out.

"I hate war."

Wow. Great way to start off how you're thinking. Who doesn't?

"I hate this place. I do. And I don't know why I'm acting like this. I haven't had a problem with killing before," there you go! Your consciousness is cheering, find your words, "but he was a child. With a mother and a father waiting for his return, that will never happen because of me."

Dick looks at you, a deep fire of sympathy sparkling in his irises, "In order to survive in war one must kill or be killed. It isn't your fault. You were doing what you needed to in order to survive."

"But it is my fault! I shot him. Straight between his damn eyes. He looked no older than 16, Dick! And I-" You're stumbling. Oh god, what a way to make a damn fool of yourself. A foolish girl with some foolish emotions she can't handle.

You don't even realize the way tears are rolling hot and fast down your cheeks, small hiccups interrupting your sentences. You feel like you are drowning in anguish, appalled by your own actions. And he must be too. He must feel disgusted in you.

Yet still when you look up at him, standing a few feet taller than you, his ginger hair darkened in the short moonlit night, you don't see disappointment or resentment like you'd thought, you see tenderness, shimmering in the depths of his olive eyes. He looks at you with such affection present in his gaze, enough to make even the coldest of people have a little sympathy.

"It wasn't your fault. You did exactly what you had to. Do you think he wouldn't have done the same had the positions been reversed?"

You shake your head at him slightly, a small ounce of denial echoing in your head. "I didn't even–"

Dick cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours.

Did he just?

Your thoughts are raging and wild, like fire, crazed and climbing the dry tree trunks of a dense forest.

For a time you wish you could've put a seal over and keep it in a forever pose of two lovers, grasping onto each other in an unpredictable world, you kiss. It's filled with passion and comfort, giving you a calming sense of serendipity in the dark corners your mind has come to welcome even darker thoughts.

Dick pulls away first, his green eyes searching your face for any signs of regret, his mouth slightly parted to draw in a breath.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to do that," He whispers, forehead touching your own.

"And you have no idea how long I've waited."

#band of brothers #x reader #female reader #hbo war #y/n #bob #angst #iceman kazansky #iceman-kazansky #bobweek2023 #day 3: hurt/comfort #richard winters #richard winters x reader #dick winters #Dick winters x f!reader #band of brothers x reader

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bloodstainedsaint · 4 months

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FIC INSPO: cowboy! dick winters x reader ♡

other themes: domestic life, ranching, dick owns a dog named poppy bc he's soft like that

notes: this is my contribution to the #easyranch tag!! what if instead of working for nixon nitration works/finding a quiet place in pennsylvania after the war, dick went down south and became a cowboy instead? or what if dick was just a rancher from the start?

i don't think i'll write a fic for this, but if anyone wants to for #bobcollab or just independently, it's totally alright by me and you can reach out if you want :D

also i did this instead of doing my work OR doing requests (i'm so sorry i'm getting to it after this week i swear)

tagging people who might be interested in this moodboard: @footprintsinthesxnd, @malarkgirlypop, @whollyjoly

#band of brothers #band of brothers x reader #dick winters #dick winters x reader #easyranch #easy ranch #easy company cowboys #hbo war #easy company #101st airborne #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers imagine #hbo war fanfic #richard winters #richard winters x reader #band of brothers imagines #🤠

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daisyblinder · 1 year

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Whoopsie Daisy// Richard Winters x reader

🍁 Warnings: None

🍁 Summary: George Luz has a big mouth

You had gotten used to the ways of the men. It was more often than not that the nurses got their fare share of attention when dealing with the more upbeat soldiers.

You did not wear your engagement ring when working, for obvious reasons, but it was never far from you. Hidden in an envelope, in your skirt pockets so you would not lose it. Many soldiers took the lack of the ring visible as an open door to take their chances.

And for the most part, you did not mind. Most of the men were just genuinely sweet and funny. In the midst of all the horror, it was nice to have something happier and regular to think of. When it was just innocent and cheerful, you saw no harm in it.

The thing is: you did not expect to end up working with men under your own fiance’s command. And some of those men, were far from innocent. They had made you blush and cover your ears more than a few times.

”What do you say, Ms.? Should I get this cake on the line so you can finally get your hands on it?”, George Luz was a handful that one. Trying to patch up Buck Compton’s behind while having him observing was not an easy feat. A lovable man, George was, but he was a jokester and he knew exactly the words to say to fluster someone.

”I would advice you to keep you head low and preferably if there is cake on the line; eat it”, you answered with a light tone as you try to focus on your work.

”You’d like to eat this cake then, huh?”, George teases with a chuckle making your whole face heat up. Buck swats a heavy arm at him, noticing how flustered you are becoming.

”Come on, Luz, leave the lady alone”, he commands lightly. Buck knew who you were, you had met him before. He was a pleasant man. A gentle giant with carefree baby blue eyes. If only they could remain as carefree.

”I would have to agree with Lt. Compton, Luz”, rasps a voice behind you. You don’t have to look to see who it is. A smile spreads to your face as you finish your wrapping and still your hands.

”You’re all good to go”, you say to Buck and the men waiting to carry him away to a transportation for the hospital. ”Take care, Buck”

”Will do, sweetheart”, he answers back quietly. As the men take him away, you stand up to look at Richard. The man is staring down the radioman with such intensity it could set the whole field on fire. He was not a jealous man, your Richard. Usually at least but the time apart did something to a man.

”Let me introduce you”, Richard says with a commanding voice. ”Come closer George”, The man in question gulps lightly, not used to this sort of power play from his usually calm officer.

”Holy Mary and Joseph care for me like you did Jesus”, he whispers to himself as he comes to stand right in front of Richard. You step next to him as well an amused smile playing on your lips. Several of the men were also now alert on what was going on.

”This here, Is our T-4 George Luz”, Richard begins, ”and this George, is my fiance nurse Y/n Y/Ln” he finishes with a tight smile. George pales at the mention as you can hear a howl of laughter from the side. From what you can see it’s Lewis and Harry.

”Honor to meet you. Whoopsie daisy how my mouth deceives me”, the technician stutters before saluting Dick and taking off. You let shake your head as you giggle.

Without a word Richard starts leading you to a jeep with a hand on the small of your back. ”You silly, silly man”, you say shaking your head. ”What has gotten into you?”, you giggle looking at his sour face.

Richard shakes his head as he helps you to take as a seat in the back of the empty jeep. ”Do they do that often?”, he asks making you furrow your brow in confusion. ”Make comments, my men”, he clarifies seeing your confusion.

You sigh, looking around quickly to see that people aren’t looking, and cup his face. ”Your men are very well behaved, they make comments yes, but they can draw a line. You don’t have to worry, darling”, you soothe.

Dick’s face remains tight as he looks at you. ”I miss you”, he says after a moment of silence. Your own face goes grim as you bite down on your lower lip. ”I miss you too”, you agree. Gently resting your forehead against his, you hold back your tears.

What would you give to just burrow yourself into his arms like you used to back in Lancaster. ”This is what awakened our jealous Richie, huh?”, you tease trying to deflect the sadness, not wanting to take the chances of the last time you see him, being a sad memory.

”I don’t have to be jealous”, he shakes his head. ”I would be a bad man to take away your smile from other men. What matters to me is that this heart here beats in union with mine”, he whispers both of you looking down at his palm that now rests on your chest.

You take your hands away from his face and rest a palm over his own heartbeat. Soon your hearts beat together to the same pace. ”I have to go”, he says all too soon but makes no move to step away.

”I love you”

”Till death do as part”

And with a tender swift kiss, you have to part.

#richard winters x reader #richard winters #band of brothers #lewis nixon x reader #harry welsh #george luz #dick winters x reader #dick winters

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latibvles · 2 years

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WITH YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER.

PAIRING: Dick Winters x Reader

GENRE: Tooth-rotting fluff. Cavity-inducing even.

SUMMARY: Aimless Austria sweetness featuring shirtless Dick Winters because I am a simple woman with simple needs. Yes I was in fact listening to Older by 5SOS when writing this.

DEDICATIONS: @liebgotts-lovergirl because you can bet your ass this is me projecting all of the love I have for Major Winters into a ficlet after that cute prompt you sent me

he is literally so fine fr okay um moving right along ( and no this isn’t proofread )—

In your time in Europe — one undeniable truth became apparent. Peace was hard fought. The serenity of Zell Am See was a testament to that fact. That, and the silver band which now occupied your ring finger, catching the light of the early morning sun.

You sit patiently at the water’s edge as he swims back to you, pushing himself back up onto the rock and pushing his fingers through sopping reddish hair. Almost immediately thereafter, he slips his matching silver band onto his own finger, and shoots you a warm smile.

It wasn’t a wedding ring — but it was definitely a promise. Dick had been more than adamant on the fact that as much as he loved showering you with German loot, your engagement ring had to be more special than that. Promise rings, however, were fair game, plucked from a long abandoned house near the Eagle’s Nest, exchanged in the quiet of a balcony with the soft-spoken promise of “When things are better.”

That being said, things here honestly felt pretty damn good.

Reaching up to dry off his own hair with a towel, you begin to giggle and at that, Dick raises a curious brow.

“What is it?”

“I was expecting you to shake your head like a dog again n’ get me all wet.” You tease, and you can hear his quiet scoff as he sets the towel down.

“It was one time and I didn’t see you,” he’s not actually upset, so the way his voice takes on an almost childish sort of whine that’s so out of character for him is equally as amusing.

“Oh don’t tell me you’re going blind now, Dickie.” He rolls his eyes fondly at the nickname. He’d shown you a letter from his parents once, back in Aldbourne. Ever since, when you really wanted to mess with him, the name rolled off your tongue as easily as any other quip did. Admittedly, he didn’t mind it whenever it came from you.

“Then I won’t tell you.”

His smile only grows when you reach out to slightly push him — a warm hand upon his chilled skin from the water. He sways only slightly, because he isn’t really trying to resist, before he scoots back beside you. You look over his face, the amused glint in his eyes as he returns your stare. Dick Winters was perfectly capable of smiling and joking and laughing with the rest — it was just rare to see him actually do it. Breaking professionalism was something Nixon was more often the witness of and victim to, gaining a sort of self-serving amusement watching his best friend respond to his sarcasm with equal dryness or some other remark.

Nixon, and you, who had managed to worm your way in and get him to laugh and smile more often than he really should’ve.

It started with small things, almost comically childish in nature, like pulling a stink-eye when Sobel had his back turned or participating in the good-natured ribbing that most if not all enlisted men partook in. Then going back and forth with Nix whenever he happened to be around, and eventually annexing Dick into your jests on the one-off occasion.

Without necessarily meaning to, you’d managed to stumble your way into Dick’s heart — he, on the other hand, seemed to march into yours to the cadence of your heartbeat.

“Withholding information is a terrible way to start off a marriage. Your poor mother would faint at the very thought,” All he can do is laugh, wholeheartedly, at your immediate response. While it was definitely true, Edith Winters would have many words on the matter — the entire hypothetical was so ridiculous that he couldn’t help himself.

“Then I guess I’ll have to tell you when I go blind after all.”

“Yeah, guess so.”

You lapse for a moment into silence, reaching over to lace your fingers and smile fondly at Dick’s matching promise ring. As the morning sun continues to rise and break through the trees lining the lake, you find yourself resting your cheek on the man’s freckled shoulder, pressing a kiss to it and then bumping your nose against it. In response, you feel him press a kiss to the top of your head.

It feels like, for the briefest moment, that the world has come to a halt, holding their breath and allowing two young lovers to cherish this moment of respite. You both knew that even in peace times, work was to be done — wrangling the soldiers into some semblance of order, managing POWs, all sorts of things that would no doubt demand your immediate attention in the coming hours.

But all that could wait.

Right now, all that really mattered was Dick’s thumb tracing small patterns into the back of your hand, the water droplets smeared by the cheek on his skin, the stillness in the air, the ripples in the pond, and the feeling that, without even needing to check — your hearts were likely beating in time, the same pulse thrumming through two bodies at a slow and steady pace.

“I love you,” he mumbles into your hair, and while he’s said it before, you’ve always noticed how it slips out easier and easier with time. Like it’s as second nature as breathing, as objective as the sky being blue.

“I love you, too.” you whisper in kind, and you don’t need to look directly at him to know he’s smiling.

When things are better, you’d promised each other. When you could really settle down, crank out a whole guest list of wedding invites, meet Ethel Winters face-to-face and Annie too. When Dick could get you a ring even more special than the ones you wore now. That kind of better. But if that was better — this kind of peace was a pretty good place to start. And it was more than worth fighting for.

And if you stay there on the water’s edge, simplistically entwined for a few moments longer than you normally would — that was no one’s business but your own.

#band of brothers #dick winters #dick winters x reader #richard winters #Richard winters x reader #hbo war #band of brothers fic #hbo war fic #dick winters a moment of your time and your heart maybe #he is so ..#i deadass have an 8am and here I am writing abt kissing dick winters #no one look at me

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joenotexotic99 · 7 months

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Hi honey, I have to say I love your stuff. You write absolutely great. Could you do a headcannon on BoB and what type of love would you give them? I mean love at first sight, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, etc. I'd be happiest with Winters and Nixon and Speirs, but do what you will. Thank you.

A/n: here you go my love. When I finally re read the request I realized you might have wanted the pov's reversed but it was too late. Hopefully it's not too bad. I will happily switch it to reader pov if you wish.

Warnings:fluff

Masterlist

Richard winters

-friends to lovers. I don't think that this man thought of romance when he first met you. Attractive? Most definitely. However he had bigger things preoccupying his mind. Yet somehow at some point, you wiggled your way to being one of his best friends. Don't tell nix. Something about you practically scrambled his brain. He doesn't know when in the friendship he fell or if he fell in the very beginning. But when he realized just how much he loved you it was like he jumped off a cliff without a parachute. He knew right then and there you were it for him. He probably felt nervous telling you due to the fact that he never gave off the impression that he likes you. But let's just say the feelings were reciprocated.

"Dick, I have been flirting with you this whole time."

"Really??"

Lewis nixon

- love at first sight. This man took one look at you and said yes. He may not immediately start flirting with you out of respect, but he will damn well be tied to your finger. Will always open doors for you, and give you his coat when you're cold. So many acts of services. At one point you two were at a bar and some private made his way to your side to start a flirty conversation where he swears he got to hands'y. He knew that you were single but he was extremely jealous nonetheless. Eventually he had to leave to get some air. You followed shortly to catch up with him. You confronted him asking what has gotten into him as of late. He never wanted it to come out like this but it sort of just spilled out of him. He rambled on about his feelings before you cut him off with a kiss and a huge grin on your face.

"Shut up nix and take me on a date"

Ronald speirs

-Distance attraction, I don't know what to call it, this is the closest I can get. It just feels right. Basically, Speirs isn't quite love at first sight, he's the guy who needs to really get to know you to start building a relationship like that. However this man has a MASSIVE crush on you. But he's too prideful to say anything seeing how simping for someone isn't exactly in Ron's profile. He just admires you from a distance while simultaneously stuffing his emotions deep down. Much better in his book. Yet he still does his very best to be by your side at every moment possible even though he spends a lot of time trying not to think about how perfect you are. It's you who makes the first move. You obviously like him and you know he does too. It's obvious to everyone but no-one sais a single word. And before you can finish telling him if he wants to go out some time he's already agreeing.

"Yes"

"What?"

"You free Friday?"

Carwood lipton

-childhood friends to lovers. He was the boy next door. You two were friends from first grade through college. Sharing secrets, sleepovers, getting into mischief. Car started crushing on you when you two were teenagers. Said crush continued all the way until you two volunteer to join the paratroopers. War was hell but you seemed to make it just a little bit more manageable. His life in the war picked up significantly and he had a freight train worth of responsibility placed on his shoulders. Yet you never left his side. It wasn't until Austria that he confessed his feelings. He almost felt sick when he told you in fear of losing his best friend. It was short sweet at straight to the point. You were silent for what felt like an eternity. Lip almost took off in fear of rejection. He was stopped in his tracks by the sound of your laughter. He turned to hear you laughing with the biggest smile on your face.

"Clifford carwood Lipton, do you know how long I've been waiting for those words"

Joseph Leibgott

-Enemies to lovers. Your relationship started off Rocky. Your personality clashed and having a civilized conversation was seemingly impossible. Every time your paths crossed it was filled with banter, insults and tension. Sometimes it got to the point where someone needed to intervene. When you would walk into the same room that Joe would be in it's like the air seemed to thicken. The cold stares and passive aggressive comments. As the war progressed your comments never faulted but the tension you ask? It could be felt by an entire room. And all that hate seemed to not leave as bad as a taste in your mouth. Joe knew from the start that he hated and loved you. You know the type of enemies to lovers where it's like 'she's mine' and 'who did this to you?' It's giving that. He got so fed up with replacements trying to whisk you away so he simply grabbed you by the waist and kissed you.

"Don't lever leave with one of them alright sweetheart?"

"Wasn't planning on it"

#band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers headcanon #band of brothers x reader #richard winters #lewis nixon #ronald speirs #carwood lipton #joe liebgott #richard winters x reader #lewis nixon x reader #carwood lipton x reader #joseph liebgott x reader

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mlmxreader · 8 months

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A Life Without a Best Friend | platonic!Dick Winters x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: hehehe "Would you do as I fucking say for once?" same as above pls

summary: Winters isn't ready to face a life without his best friend, he's really, really not.

tws: swearing

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When the news broke that Winters’ friend’s plane had been shot down, he spent days grieving; there was no confirmation of death, but he didn’t need it. The weekly letters stopped the day the plane went down. There had been no word from his friend’s fellow pilots. Nothing. Radio silence.

Winters knew what that meant better than anybody else; you once told Winters that every time he left, he took the better parts of you. Now he was certain that you did the same. You promised that you would always be at his side, that you would be friends until you were old and grey.

Now he knew he had to keep living without you. Without his best friend. The sun had burned out completely, and Winters was left in a world of black and white and grey as he read through your previous letters; he used to think that you knew when he felt sorrow, as you would always come bounding over to him at exactly the right moment and cheer him up without ever knowing.

He was scared. Winters had never been through anything without you, you were more like brothers than friends - he was scared to face a life without you there. Yet, there was nothing. There was no brighter shade of grey for him to look at, there was no silver lining; he had lost his best friend in the entire world, and he was left alone and cold and scared and… and lonely.

Winters knew that you would tell him to wipe away his tears, that he was going to make history so it didn’t matter if you died or not. He knew you would tell him to wipe away his tears, and remind him that no one ever really died. He sniffled, dropping the letter onto the desk before he covered his eyes with the palms of his hands, hanging his head as he sobbed loudly; his voice breaking and his breaths heaving.

Inhuman noises coming from the back of his throat as he brought his knees up to his chest, screaming out for you as best as he could through his violent, painful sobs.

Nobody dared to disturb him, when they heard what plane had been shot down, they all left him alone; Nixon made sure that he had coffee, food - all of it went untouched. But the sounds of those sobs echoed so loudly, it was painful for anyone to walk past his office. Yet Winters didn’t budge. Sobbing and screaming the same name over and over; a man without his best friend.

Lonely, scared, unsure, cold, confused. Alone.

Winters didn’t even realise when someone actually let himself into the office, dripping seawater onto the thick wood with a damaged pilot cap in his hand. Winters didn’t even look up, until he went to get one of the letters to reread it; he caught your gaze, and his jaw fell slack as he shook his head softly and swallowed thickly.

“No.”

“I ain’t dead, Rich,” you chuckled, pulling the chair opposite back with a harsh scrape. “Far from it, actually. I got picked up by a couple lads in a little boat… they brought me home.”

“Why didn’t you write?” He asked, voice shaky and unstable. Tears still coming from his wet eyes, his bottom lip trembling.

You laughed, reaching into your pocket and pulling out your notebook. It was drenched. “Funny thing about getting shot down in the sea - fucking everything gets wet.”

With trembling hands, Winters took the notebook, running his fingers over it and daring to laugh softly as he fought back the urge to cry again. “You’re really alive…”

“Well, yeah. So quit crying,” you joked, hoping it would make him feel a bit better. “C’mon, Rich, would you do as I fucking say for once?”

Winters laughed a little louder, a little brighter. “Sorry… long day.”

“Well, then, it’s a good thing you got some good news,” you mused, leaning back in the chair with a squelch. “Ain’t it?”

He nodded, wiping the leftover tears from his eyes and sniffling to regain some of his composure. “I’m sorry I’m such a mess, I just…”

“Oi,” you leaned forward, taking his hands in yours as you smiled reassuringly. “If it were reversed - I’d be a fucking wreck as well. It’s… we’re in a shit situation, here. Your mum would be fucking livid if either of us died.”

Winters smiled as he nodded, knowing that you were right. “It’s a good thing I haven’t had the chance to write anything about it then.”

You shrugged. “C’mon. You knew I was coming back. Did you really think I was gonna let you do any of this shit alone?”

Winters could not believe that you were actually sitting there. Soaking wet and getting everything else damp but alive. It was like a fucking miracle had happened, or you had just been incredibly lucky.

He was glad, of course, he wasn’t ready to face a life without his best friend, his brother; but it was so surreal, he couldn’t stop staring at you, running his fingers over your hands just to make sure that you were actually physically there and that he wasn’t dreaming. He was so fucking relieved.

He almost felt stupid for grieving, but knowing that you would have done the same for him made him feel so much better; knowing that you weren’t ready for that chord to be cut, either, meant the world to him. Winters knew, in that moment, that he would never be alone again; he had his best friend back and home and safe.

His best friend was sitting right in front of him, acting as if nothing had happened and as if he had not worried him to fucking death. He wanted to laugh, really, but he was so exhausted from the constant sobbing, the lack of eating, that he couldn’t find it in himself.

“C’mon, old boy,” you teased, standing up and gesturing to the door. “Let’s go get something to eat, yeah?”

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