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liebgotts-lovergirl · 1 year

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All For One & One For All

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Summary: In trying to tear them apart, Captain Sobel just accidentally brought them closer. A/N: Just a lil friendship flashback blurb thing that came to me while I was working on Chapter 11 & I figured I'd put it out there lol bc platonic friendships are important!! Taglist: @latibvles @softguarnere @brassknucklespeirs @wwhatev3r @mccall-muffin

6 Months Earlier: March 18th, 1944. Aldbourne, England.

“I’m gonna kill myself,” Don muttered, hauling what felt like the millionth pile of dirt over his shoulder.

“I’m gonna kill him myself,” Alix replied out of the corner of her mouth, digging her shovel violently into the Earth with renewed vigor, as though spearing Sobel straight through the heart.

“Not if I do it first,” Skip mumbled back to her with a roll of his eyes. “Can you believe this is our fucking Saturday?"

“I don’t remember giving you three permission to speak!” Sobel bellowed from the outside of the ditch, pacing from one end to the other like a caged animal.

“Sir,” Skip half-panted, in a tone of forced diplomacy. “We’ve been at this since dawn and it’s almost ten now. When can-”

“You will be digging these damn ditches until I tell you to stop, Sergeant Muck!” Sobel interrupted, nostrils flaring.

"Your times from yesterday morning's run were so pathetic that you should be grateful I didn't make you run beforehand!”

Well what did you fucking expect, Alix wanted to retort.

Don was sick as a dog, and both she and Skip were nursing hangovers on zero sleep, having spent most of Thursday night taking care of Malarkey after they returned from the pub.

What the hell did Sobel expect them to be after all that, Olympic fucking medalists?

Digging pointless ditches only to fill them back in was one of Sobel's favorite punishments and the three of them seemed to always be first on his shit-list: Alix for insubordination and her smart mouth, Skip for lateness, and Don seemingly just for existing.

Don stopped digging to let out another hacking cough into his elbow and Sobel’s nose crinkled disdainfully.

Keeping his head tilted down, Skip still managed to exchange worried glances with Alix.

Don's flu had only been getting worse under the constant training in the English rain, and his best friends both wondered silently how long Don could remain working before he collapsed.

Finally, the agent resolved to say something.

She couldn't let this asshole Sobel endanger her friend, even if it meant taking on more punishments herself.

“Sir, Mal can barely stand!" Alix protested, pausing from her work momentarily to wipe away the sweat trickling down her forehead.

She was trying her best to remain civil but it was a Herculean effort.

"Punish me and Skip all you'd like but Don is too fucking sick to be here. He needs rest and a doctor before he gets any worse!"

Sobel glared down at her for a moment and Alix could see the cogs turning in his mind before he spoke.

"It's Martinelli, isn't it?" he asked finally, eyes narrowed as he scrutinized her. "Our Sparrow-in-Training."

You have my file; you know damn well who I am, Alix wanted to snap, but she managed a "Yes sir" from between gritted teeth.

“Well Martinelli," he spat as though her name was a curse word.

"You don't give the orders around here. I do. And since you three had the worst times yesterday, you will be digging ditches until I tell you otherwise. Is that clear?"

"Then let me dig Don's section," Alix pushed. "So he doesn't have to."

"I can help!" Skip volunteered but Sobel ignored them, continuing on his tirade.

"Director Donovan and the OSS might see something special in you, Martinelli, but d’you want to know what I see?”

Not particularly but I know you're going to tell me, Alix thought dryly but outwardly she held her tongue, glaring down at her shovel as she dug up another round of soil and threw it over her shoulder.

He was deliberately trying to rankle her by ignoring her concerns about Don's health, framing it as though she were trying to give orders above her station.

What a piece of shit.

“I see a spoiled brat who thinks she’s too good to be here because Daddy paid her way into the OSS."

Alix set her jaw but Sobel was just getting started.

"You may be Donovan's little princess back at HQ," he sneered. "But as long as you are positioned with Easy for your cover, you are under my command and I will not be allowing this type of insubordination to go unpunished. Get out of the ditch."

Alix's brows knit.

"Sir?"

"Get. Out. Of. The. Ditch." he repeated, overenunciating his words as though she were a child.

Once she'd climbed out, Sobel, who towered over her at 6 foot 1, regarded her as though she were an ant beneath his boots.

"Count yourself fortunate that I can't kick you out, Martinelli," he all but snarled at her.

"Because I wouldn't hesitate. You're not cut out for the Airborne."

"Good thing I didn't sign up for it then, sir."

Shit.

Alix's mouth moved faster than her brain sometimes.

Most times, she thought ruefully.

A snicker escaped Skip's mouth before he could stop it and Sobel's head whipped around, descending on him like a hawk.

"Do you think insubordination is funny, Sergeant?"

"N-No sir," Skip choked out, trying to disguise his laughter as coughs. "Not funny at all, sir."

Sobel was wearing a sanguine smirk, pacing in front of Skip and Alix's section of the ditch as though he were deciding what method of torture would be most appropriate for each of them.

The sadistic bastard was enjoying this.

"Agent Martinelli," he announced, turning back to lock eyes with Alix. She could see a vein pulsing in his forehead but she kept her eyes focused, squinting in the morning sun.

She would not be the first to blink.

"Since you seem to enjoy assuming a leadership role when it has not been assigned to you, you will be running the officers' course: 5 miles at full-speed and you will be timed. Your handler ran it in 35 minutes. Since you seem to think you rank even higher, let's see if you can run it in 25."

Alix drew her bottom lip between her teeth to keep from yelling, biting down so hard that she tasted blood.

He's insane, she thought to herself. He's officially fucking lost it.

Another impossible task, and all because she had been a little tired during the morning run.

She could've screamed, especially when she saw the gloating look on Sobel's face.

"I may not be able to kick you out, Martinelli, but by the end of today, you will wish that I had."

"We'll see, sir."

"Muck, Malarkey" Sobel barked, turning his attention to her other friends. "Get out of the ditch."

Skip exhaled sharply through his nose, as though he was releasing any hope of having a good day, but he too clambered out of the ditch before reaching down to help Don as well.

"Since I would hate to break up the Three fucking Musketeers--"

Sobel's voice was dripping with so much sarcasm that it left Alix seriously considered how much it would cost her to accidentally poison the man's coffee some fine morning.

"You two will be accompanying Agent Martinelli on the Officers' Course. But this is not a playdate, you three. You will be competing. The one with the slowest time will be filling in this unfinished ditch all by themself."

Alix cocked an eyebrow.

She knew the game he was playing. It was the same game that the headmistress played at St. Mary's: trying to pit friends against each other.

Sobel got a real kick out of being divisive and Alix suspected that whatever else was going on in his life, he wanted everyone else to suffer for it too.

Well, tough shit.

She might've actually felt sorry for him if he wasn't such a jackass.

But Sobel was the sort of man who would probably kick puppies for fun.

He was clearly banking on the fact that if they were busy fighting with each other, they'd be less effective against him so he was trying his damnedest to sow some discord between them.

But he didn't know Warren Muck, not like they did.

Skip was the glue that held everything together, the ever-patient mediator.

Don and Alix may have been quick to anger but never him.

Infinitely good-natured, the Skipper wasn't one to hold a grudge and he as well as anyone knew what Sobel's modus operandi was. It would take more than a stupid punishment from Sobel to make him truly angry at either her or Don.

"What are you waiting for?" Sobel shouted, seemingly morbidly overjoyed to watch them struggle through the course. "Get a move on! You're wasting daylight."

"Yes sir," Alix spit with as much venom as she had in her as the three headed off.

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"That man is the Devil in jump boots, I swear," Skip remarked from her right side at his usual bounding pace "I'd stake my life on it."

"You're not wrong, Skipper," Don wheezed through another loud cough, his speed starting to lag. "I'm pretty sure he's tryna kill me."

"Sure seems like it," Alix panted in reply, slowing down to match Don's pace. "Sorry I got you guys smoked too though. I would've rather it've just been me."

"No sweat," Skip chirped cheerfully, still practically skipping, true to his name. "Beats digging more stupid ditches!"

Don managed a small grin.

The bounce in Skip's step never seemed to fade, no matter how dark the day.

"And besides," Skip continued. "At least we're all getting smoked together, right? Builds character."

"Well by the time we're done in Aldbourne, we'll probably have the most fucking character of anyone in the damn whole company," Don joked.

"You're welcome," Alix snarked, the heavy footfalls of her boots sending clouds of dirt up like a small stampede.

"Guys, did he really call us the Three fucking Musketeers as an insult," Don laughed, which quickly turned into a sneeze.

"Or was that just a product of my flu-addled imagination?"

"No, it was real," Alix commented with a grin. "Not a bad book either, Les Trois Mousquetaires. I read it at St. Mary's."

"Hey, no kidding!" Skip's face lit up from beside her. "I read it in school too!"

"Weren't they also called--" Don broke off due to another coughing fit and Skip finished for him.

"The Three Inseparables, yep!"

"'We are never seen one without the others...Athos, Porthos, and Aramis, the Three Inseparables.'" Alix recited from memory.

"And D'Artagnan, the extra," Don added. "But he doesn't really count, does he?"

"I know Sobel meant it as an insult but is it terrible that I actually kinda like it?" Skip asked. "'S pretty fitting, I think."

Alix shook her head.

"It's definitely fitting," she piped up in agreement. "Plus, anything that Sobel hates is pretty much automatically my new favorite thing."

"Agreed," Don replied. "But now we need to figure out what're we gonna do about this stupid fucking competition. We'll be at the end soon."

Malarkey was right, Alix mused, trying to ignore the ever-increasing burning of her muscles as they ran.

They were nearing the end of the course and Sobel would soon be expecting two winners and a loser.

Since Malarkey was sick, most likely, Sobel was betting on him finishing last so that he could be forced to fill in the ditch, but neither Skip nor Alix were going to let that happen.

"Well, the answer's right there, isn't it?" Alix commented and both Skip and Don cocked their heads.

"Care to elaborate?" Skip asked at the same time Don managed to choke out "Share" in between a string of thunderous sneezes.

"'Tous pour un, un pour tous!'"

Skip shook his head.

"Sorry, no dice. Translation please?"

"'All for one and one for all,'" Alix answered brightly.

"We finish the race at the same time, together, that way Sobel can't make any one of us fill the ditch in alone. The work'll go much faster between the three of us!"

"'All for one and one for all,'" Skip repeated, a grin spreading across his face. "I love it. You in, Mal?"

"Of course I'm in!" Malarkey piped up. "Man, I can't wait to see the pissed off look on his face when he realizes we won't play his stupid fucking games!"

And Malarkey was right.

The sense of pure triumph and satisfaction that Alix felt watching Sobel's face turn red with fury as the three of them crossed the finish line arm-in-arm was enough to get her sore muscles through even the most strenuous parts of refilling the ditch afterwards.

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ithinkabouttzu · 6 months

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hi tysm for making BoB content lmao I live for it

If you’re comfortable making nsfw content, could you write about what kinks/things in the bedroom the boys would be into?

What kinks they would have (Easy Co. )

genre: Smut; romance

warnings: Asphyxiation, blindfolds, impact play, size kink, hickeys, dirty talk, etc.

MDNI (18+ please)

Dick Winters: I definitely see him being into anything romantic, he’s more on the vanilla side but he definitely knows that he’s doing, holding hands while fucking you is his favorite thing, he’s big on eye contact too, it’s so raw and intimate and it just makes it so much more intense. He also likes being praised, he probably doesn’t even realize that he does like it but whenever you do it, it gets him sooo weak.

Lewis Nixon: He’s more rough in the bedroom, he’s a total slut for when you take control, riding him or just you initiating stuff is his favorite thing ever. He likes pulling your hair, slapping, all that nasty stuff revolving impact play, but he never tries to over do it, in reality he’s just turned on by you in general, he’s willing to do almost anything if you ask him too. He’s a major whore for you and he knows it.

Carwood Lipton: He’s so soft and sweet, he takes his time whenever he’s with you, he loves seeing you in any type of cute lacy underwear, also skirts and sundresses, anything that can show your panties are his favorite. He just loves anything romantic with you, setting some candles and putting rose pedals all over the bed is a perfect start to a good evening.

Joe Toye: He’s so passionate no matter what. He’s into choking, not in the way where you can’t breathe at all, but he really enjoys just wrapping his big hand around your small neck, I also think he has some sort of size kink, he loves comparing your hands to his and he just loves the height difference between you two. He def likes power play too, seeing you under him helpless and he definitely loves being in control.

Joe Liebgott : Very romantic, constantly kissing you and keeping his hands on you, LOVES your tits too like omg it’s his fav thing ever, He’s very passionate too, leaving hickeys all over you. I think he would really like dirty talk, Like if you tried talking him through it, he’d probably cum so fast. He’s really into anything, whatever turns you on, turns him on too. Deep, passionate fucking is his absolute favorite, it doesn’t really matter where or anything after that.

Bill Guarnere : He’s into anything and everything. He likes being dominate and being rough though, throwing you around and fucking you as hard as he can. He likes dirty talk, whispering all kinds of dirty shit in your ear while you just take it. He has a rare sweet side in him too though, every once in a while he likes to switch things up, he’ll make the setting romantic and do absolutely anything you want, while being as soft as he possible can.

George Luz : I feel like he’s really into just watching you, all the facial expressions you make when he’s fucking you, the way you look when your horny, it’s his absolute favorite. After he does something, he always looks at you for your approval in your facial expressions. He’s also a big fan of dirty talk, when you say anything remotely dirty to him he gets turned on so quick it’s not even funny. He also love loves when you play with his hair omgggg.

Bull Randleman : He really likes it when you’re touchy, like rubbing your hand up and down his chest, or grabbing him by his jaw when your kissing him omg it gets him so flustered. Also it’s kind of random but he really likes it when you scratch or rub his back, like a sweet massage always turns into something more with him, feeling your soft small hands on him gets him all riled up. In any situation where you take control he likes too, it’s nice just sitting back and letting you take the reins every once and a while.

Eugene Roe: He really likes when you praise him in the bedroom, it just makes it so much more special when he feels appreciated. Like you telling him how handsome he is or how good he’s making you feel will always make him weak. I also think he’s a real sucker for eye contact, staring into your eyes while you come undone under him is a magical sight to see. It’s so much more intimate and special and he feels so close to you afterwards.

Floyd Talbert: He likes everything, this guy is a whore at heart, he love short dresses and tight shirts, quickies in the bathroom, sneaking around to fuck, hair pulling, leaving scratches all over his back from the night before, it’s all his favorite. He absolutely loves when you go cowgirl on him, riding him at full speed with the amazing sight of your tits in his face, he also loves when you leave hickies all over his body. He’s up for almost anything, all the time.

Skip Muck: He likes to keep it fun, I think he might like some type of voyeurism, watching you enjoy yourself or vise versa, he doesn’t like getting too serious, so maybe role play here and there to just spice it up every once and awhile. He’s pretty open on trying things if you’re into it too. His favorite which is kinda random, but it’s sneaking out to go fuck. whether it’s out on a picnic or somewhere more secluded, the fear of being caught always gives him a thrill.

Don Malarkey: He’s a service dom for sureee. He’s into being intimate with you, being close as possible to you while still giving you the pleasure you deserve. The thing that really turns him on is just seeing you turned on, you are his absolute fantasy come true, so when it comes to the bedroom, he doesn’t care what it is, as long as you like it he’s willing to do it. When you kiss his neck he becomes completely yours though, willing to do anything you ask him to.

Babe Heffron: Contrary to popular belief I think he’s probably more on the amateur side of things, so I think he would be into usual stuff, he likes doing anything that brings fun to the table, if it’s a little risky then he’s down to do it with you for sure. Quickies when no one’s around, and constantly leaving hickies and bruises all over you so that everyone can see them. He finds it super attractive everytime you wear something slightly suggestive, like it gets him weak sooo quick.

Shifty Powers: He’s so romantic with you, he’s just into you you’re his kink or his turn on, literally anything you do will make his heart flutter and he can’t help but feel some type of way when you do literally anything. He’s so into needy, unplanned sex, like the random kind where you guys both need each other so much that nothing else matters.

Frank Perconte: Likes anything that is passionate, he likes the power play stuff too, blindfolds or tying you up is something that he’s always down to try, I also think he’s a slut for a nice pair of lingerie, like if you come around him wearing any sort of lacy panties then it’s over for you LOL, he’s really romantic though, taking his time with your body and finding all of the right things that make you feel good is a priority for him.

Sorry if this isn’t so good, but thank you so much for your request, lovely! If you enjoyed make sure to like or reblog :)🤍

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bellewintersroe · 1 year

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Band of brothers masterlist 🤍🩷🤍

Finally! Here’s some direct links to my work so far :)

All boys: general hc’s:

Platonic BoB x reader - angst. Easy boys reacting to seeing their lady lieutenant for the first time. Easy boys x reader how they react to accidentally upsetting you.

Easy boys x reader the morning after their first time. Easy boys x reader the morning after their first time, part 2.

Easy boys x reader in Bastogne.

Easy boys x nurse headcannons p1. Easy boys x nurse headcanons p2.

Easy boys x nurse headcannons p3. Easy’s reaction to nurse reader getting hurt.

Easy boys x nurse how they react to you finding them hurt. Easy boys x reader enemies to lovers.

Easy boys x reader they see you dressed up for the first time. Easy boys x reader they see your scars for the first time. Easy boys x nurse how they react to you having fun in the water.

Easy boys x reader they take care of your baby alone for the first time.

Easy boys x reader how they react to you going MIA.

Part 2.

Easy boys x reader how they comfort you when you’re overworked

Ron Speirs:

Protective Ron Speirs x reader. Snowy Days, Ron x reader.

British girl x Ron headcanons - Ron being in a relationship with a girl from Britain.

Ron Speirs x nurse! OC multiple part smut - when celebrations reach a high in the eagles nest, who knew their hook up would be more than a one time thing?

Part 1.

Part 2.

Part 3.

Part 4.

Part 5.

Part 6.

Part 7.

Ron Speirs x ArmyNurse! OC mini series - Margaret ‘Maggie’ Emerson, an army nurse attached to the 506th parachute infantry regiment, finds herself growing closer to her company’s captain, Ronald Speirs. With war drawing to an end, a side to the mystery that is Captain Speirs is revealed. Both Maggie and Ron have a difficult time resisting their attraction to one another.

Part 1.

Part 2.

Joe Liebgott:

Joe Liebgott x reader x Talbert smut. - you, joe and Floyd have some fun on New Year’s Eve in a foxhole. Joe x reader x Talbert smut p2- Joe and Floyd finally give you what you’ve been waiting for…

Untitled Joe Liebgott x reader Drabble. Joe Liebgott x reader angst- the two times Joe doesn’t want to see you and the one time he does.

Joe x reader x Shifty - a request for how Joe would react when he’s in love with you but you’re with Shifty.

Gene and Liebgott Headcannons - when they think they’ve lost you for good but then you reunite with them days later, worse for wear.

Babe Heffron:

Babe Heffron x oc smut- Babe and OC spend some well deserved time together.

Eugene Roe:

Quiet Confessions, Eugene x reader smut - as the title described, quiet confessions between Gene and reader. Sympathy for the Enemy, Gene x oc - oc struggles with hating the enemy, especially when some of them are just boys. Gene comforts her when the inevitable happens. Vocal Gene x reader smut- Requested by a reader! Gene is obsessed with you and expresses this through being vocal in the bedroom… Friends to Lovers, Eugene x reader smut - you and Gene are friends for the longest time until one night that changes with a steamy exchange whilst walking home…

Gene x reader headcanons - just some headcanons on how your friendship turns into a relationship throughout the time during the war you spend together.

Gene and Liebgott Headcannons - when they think they’ve lost you for good but then you reunite with them days later, worse for wear.

Floyd Talbert:

Floyd x reader smut - Floyd and your tension reaches a boiling point after two years together. Liebgott x reader x Talbert smut - threesome.

Liebgott x reader x Talbert smut p2. - threesome continued!

Talbert + Christenson headcanons.

James ‘Moe’ Alley:

Alley x oc was nurse! Jenny. Headcanons of their developing relationship throughout the war.

part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5.

Skip Muck:

Skip x reader - mutual pinining - friends to lovers arc. Lewis Nixon:

One night stand, Nixon X Reader - after a long night of boozing you and Captain Nixon wake up besides each other, shocked by your actions of the night before.

Chuck Grant:

Chuck x nurse reader headcanons.

Chuck Grant x reader smut.

Alton More:

More x nurse reader headcanons. Shifty Powers:

Joe x reader x Shifty - a request for how Joe would react to being in love with you but you’re with Shifty. Pat Christenson:

Christenson x reader fluff - pat comforts you after Grant is wounded. Christenson + Talbert headcanons.

Dick Winters:

Dick x reader headcanons - on how Dick steals Sobel’s gf.

#Band of brothers masterlist #Band of brothers imagines #Band of brothers x reader #band of brothers headcannons #ron speirs #Joe liebgott #floyd Talbert #skip muck #Eugene Roe #Babe Heffron #james moe alley #Shifty powers #pat christenson

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7vqnellaa · 11 months

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.🤒❤

had to draw them having fun because I will never recovered from ep 7

#band of brothers #joe toye #buck compton #bill guarnere #skip muck #sorry I didnt draw penkala but imagine him wasted on the floor #also #lewis nixon #dick winters #that's a lot of characters

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malarkgirlypop · 6 months

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MEDIC! Part 14 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

I am so sorry.

This is based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to anyone involved.

“Jesus Christ.” I muttered as we finally arrived back at our old site. The jovial banter had quickly died after we returned. I looked around, the tall trees that once loomed over the foxholes, now stood splintered in half, branches and limbs of the pine trees laid scattered all over the ground. Now I understand the saying, ‘looks like a bombs gone off’, the place was a whole mess.

“Well at least it will make it easier to build up the covers on the foxholes.” Skip mused, kicking the debris as we walked. I hummed in agreement.

We were back looking out across the field at Foy. The thought of the enemy only being so far away sent shivers up my spine. You could see them moving around like little ants, scurrying from one house to the other. They were getting ready. Did they know we had moved back in? I had hoped not. Maybe they could leave us in peace for a while, and make it easy. But who was I kidding, this was not going to be easy in the slightest, taking hold of Foy was going to be a mission. An even harder mission at that with stupid Dike leading us. God if anything happens please let Dike be injured. It was cruel of me to think that, but I needed my boys alive.

I drag tree limbs back to the foxhole we had claimed, throwing them down onto the front of the hole. I roll my aching shoulders, wiping the sweat from my brow. Don comes up from behind me throwing more branches down onto the pile.

“What, are you tired?” He teases, as I stretch my arms. I crack my knuckles on each hand in response. “Oh, ew!” He cringes at the noise.

“Oh you’re gonna love this then. Listen.” Even though he hates the sound he pauses and listens. I twist my back, keeping my feet in place, the joints popping up my spine.

“Oh, Em what is wrong with you?” Don crinkles up his nose in disgust at the noise. I laugh.

“I’m creaky!” I shrug, still smiling at him.

“Creepy more like.” Don pokes me in the stomach, I fend him off, pretending to be offended.

“Alright lover birds get a room.” Skip says as he approaches, dragging more sticks for us to put on the cover.

“We do! We just have to share it with two wombles!” Don and I turn our assault onto Skip, poking him in the sides. He yelps trying to get away, Don and I cackle mischievously. Alex comes up seeing the chaos and decides to join in, attacking Skip as well. Skip falls to the floor, red in the face and out of breath. We finally let him go, stepping back to enjoy our handiwork.

“Ok, note to self, don’t pick on Em and Don when they are together.” We chuckle as Don pulls him back to his feet. We get back to our task of getting more branches to build up the foxholes.

I walk slowly back to the hole, trying my best not to fall over, I can’t see due to the high stack of sticks that Alex had placed in my arms. When a faint boom sounds from behind me, then another and another. My mind is slow to process the noise as I walk. It’s not until Lip screams that my brain finally clicks. I drop my sticks, frantically looking for the closest foxhole to shelter in, before the inevitable happens. Before I can find a foxhole the first shell hits. My adrenaline is already coursing through my veins, I can hear my heartbeat in my ears, along with the yells of the men calling to take cover. The shell rocks the earth beneath my feet, I stumble moving forward. My eyes dart around looking for somewhere to hide.

“EM!” I hear over the explosions, I look around. Don’s head pokes out of a hole, his face urging me to get a move on. I sprint towards it, diving in. We curl into tight balls, protecting our heads and necks as shells rain down around us. Dirt and debris spray over us with each hit. Even with all the noise my ears still listen for anyone calling for a medic. The heat from the shells were intense, the blow of hot air on our skin wasn’t a welcome feeling even in the cold. The shelling stopped just as abruptly as it had started. We unfurled ourselves from tight holds, peeking our heads over the sides of the hole to assess the scene in front of us. I didn’t even notice until it had stopped that Bill was in the same hole as Malarkey and I. From the deafening booms to the eerie silence afterwards it put me on edge. I was waiting for a call to go and help. I strained my ears listening, but they still rang from the events prior.

“Maybe we should see if anybody’s hit.” Don said.

“Yeah, Malark, that’s what they want.” Bill replied back, affirming it wasn’t a good idea to leave the holes we sheltered in just yet. “The Krauts are trying to draw us out in the open.”

We waited and listened. But it was still. We couldn’t see much in front of us either, the smoke from the shells still hadn’t cleared, giving us poor visibility.

“I need help!” The shout was distant, but the three of us in the hole turned our heads in the direction the voice came from.

“You hear that?” Don asked. I nodded, not taking my eyes off the place where I heard the voice. The cries growing louder.

“Is that Joe?” Bill asked, we listened again to the voice.

“Yeah, I think that’s Joe.” Don confirmed. I moved to get out, but Bill and Malarkey quickly stopped me.

“Bill, he needs help!” I looked at the man, he had a firmer grip on me than Don.

“Stay!” He ordered, getting out of the hole himself.

“But Bill!” I protested, he turned around shaking his head. I huffed. My stomach churned, I chewed on the inside of my lip, trying to see where Bill went.

My heart lurched into my throat when I heard the sound of more shells being fired.

“Bill’s still out there.” I yelled at Malarkey, who pulled me down further into the foxhole. I hadn’t realised it but I had stood up when I heard the noise, straining my eyes to see if I could spot the pair.

“Get down!” Don and I lay on the floor of the hole. I flinched with each boom. Tears welled in my eyes. Please be safe. I chanted in my head.

“MEDIC!” I was quick to my feet, scrambling out of the hole. But Don was faster, grabbing me by my waist and throwing me back into the hole.

“They need help!” We yelled at the same time. “Are you crazy Em!”

Shells still blasted around us. I was begging them to stop, so I could go to the men who needed help. I needed to find Bill and Joe and make sure they were ok. It ceased finally.

“MEDIC!” I looked at Don, ensuring he wasn’t going to drag me back in the hole again this time. He nodded, letting me know he was ok with me leaving. I was up on my feet in seconds, sprinting through the forest, leaping over fallen trees.

I got to the scene first. I was horrified. Both Bill and Joe lay on the ground surrounded in blood. But they were still breathing. I took in each man, assessing their injuries. Joe’s leg was gone from the knee down, while Bill’s leg barely clung on by muscles and tendons.

“GENE!” I screamed for the other medic, I needed all the help I could get. Gene was quick to arrive, crouching down by my side as I tourniqueted Joe’s leg. I have given him a syrette of morphine but he still grimaced in pain while I was helping him. I let Gene take over from me, moving to help Bill. I also gave him morphine for the pain. He put on a brave face. I cut the blood flow off from his wounded leg, I don’t think we will be able to save it in its condition. I would rather him lose the leg than bleed out on me.

“Doc what can I do?” I heard Don say from behind me, as he helped Gene. Joe was groaning in pain. I turned my attention back onto Bill.

“How’s the pain?” I asked, looking over his body for any other injuries.

“Fine Em.” He gritted through his teeth, always so stubborn Bill, he didn’t want to admit he was in pain.

“Bill, you’re going first ok.” I said as the men arrived with the stretcher to take him back to the aid station.

“Whatever you say, Darling.” Bill gave me a tight lipped smile.

The men moved him onto the stretcher, Bill crying out in agony as they did so. I winced at the noise.

“Don’t look so worried Emmy.” Bill reached out brushing his hand over my face, smoothing out the creases of concern between my brows. I took his hand in mine, giving it a squeeze, letting him go as the men carried him away.

“Hey, Joe, I told you I’d beat you back to the states.” Bill says as he is carted away. I help Gene with Joe’s leg as we wait for the other medics to come and retrieve him. I pack the stump of his leg with dressings before covering it. Don sits with him holding his hand, as we work.

I hear the conversation between Luz and Lip. Lipton asks about Buck. He didn’t look in good shape when I had arrived, he had seen the whole thing. He looked distraught. As soon as he saw me and knew that the men were being treated he left. He didn’t utter a word to me, or offer to help. It was like he was sleepwalking as he trudged away. I hadn’t seen him since. So to hear Luz tell Lip that he was fine, I didn’t believe him. My mind went back to the conversation that Babe and Bill had prior about the Lieutenant, Babe was right he was wound up like a spring waiting to explode. I’m sure what he had witnessed sent him over the edge. Buck was indeed not fine. I glanced over my shoulder. I could make him out, sitting on a fallen tree, head in his hands. He looked broken.

The other men arrive soon after with another stretcher to take Joe away. They took Buck with them as well. We had said he needed to go back to the aid station due to a bad case of trench foot. But we all knew the man had reached his breaking point, war was no good for him anymore. It would kill him to stay, we knew that. No one said anything, but we knew. Don often went to the aid station to visit him, when he would come back he looked defeated. He told me that Buck wasn’t the same, he didn’t want his letters read to him, he didn’t say anything, just lay in his bed looking up at the roof. Don tried his best to help and care for his friend, but he was too far gone. The best thing for Buck Comptant was to go home and be with his family. Away from the horrors of war. But it was a hard thing to escape once it was etched into your mind. I just wished for the best for the kind man. I hoped that going home he would be able to recover again to the best of his ability.

We huddle round in a circle as George tells his stories. One of the best parts of the night, listening to the outlandish stories from Luz.

“You fellas know I got no reason to bullshit you, right?” Luz says, as we chuckle.

“Yeah, right.” Skip says sarcastically, as we all chuckle.

“Look, I’m not gonna bullshit you. This is what I saw. It was so unbelievable, you might not believe me. So you-know-who comes running up to Lipton. He’s got no helmet, no gear, no nothing.” Luz tells us. “Ah, 1st Sergeant Lipton, you organise things here, and I’m gonna go for…help.” Luz mimics Dike’s voice. We all laugh. I’m shocked but not surprised. Of course he would fucking dip when we were getting hit. God help us for when we have to go into Foy. “I need to go polish my oak leaf clusters.” I was never not impressed with George’s talent to mimic people, he’s so good at it. I hear someone clearing their throat, we all straighten as we look behind George to find Lip. Like being caught by a teacher doing something naughty. We all know that Lip doesn’t like us to bad mouth Dike, he says it brings down morale and it’s not helpful. It’s true but you gotta rant sometimes especially about Dike. I grin at the man as he gets called away by Lip.

“Alright fellas, Em.” Luz looks sheepish as he turns to go talk to Lip.

“Goodnight, goodnight all.” Don says as he makes his way back to the foxhole to get some shut eye.

"Night fellas. Night Em." Skip says to me as Alex and Skip leave to their own hole.

"Night you two, see you in the morning." I grin at the pair as they wave goodbye.

I stayed back, wanting to talk to Lip after he had spoken to Luz.

“I’ll meet you back at the hole.” I tell Don, he nods leaving me by myself. I watch Luz and Lip walk away from each other. I say goodnight to George as he passes me. I follow after Lip, I walk about two steps before I am knocked off my feet. I fall back onto the snow, dazed by the blast. The trees around me explode with a blinding light. I get to my feet. Only to fall again. I crawl forward as the shells explode around me, Skip and Penkala are just ahead yelling at me to move faster to get to them. I shuffle forward, every time I stand another shell hits the ground near me knocking me off balance. Everything moves in slow motion, I look to the boys who scream for me, ushering me forward with their arms. I am almost there, almost safe in their foxhole. A blinding light hits their hole, the boys basically disintegrate in front of my eyes. A gasp leaves my lips, before my brain can process what I just witnessed. The hole, now a crater, is empty and the men residing in it have disappeared. A strangled scream leaves my lips. I sob. I cry out in agony. Tears blurring my vision. I can’t stop screaming. My blood curdling screams fill the air along with the deafening blows. I lie in the snow, shells still hitting the floor I lay on, as I howl, I can barely breath. I have to get up. I force myself to stand, tears streaming down my face. I run, I don’t even know where I am going. I get up, I fall again. I crash to the ground in front of a foxhole watching the soldier stand. It's Lipton, he grabs me by my clothes hauling me into the hole with him. I can’t stop sobbing. I bawl as Lipton holds me to him.

“Muck and Penkala!” I cry, “They’re gone!” My brain can’t even function or process what I have seen.

A shell hits close by the blast hitting us and sending shrapnel flying in our direction as we grunt bracing the impact. Lipton groans out in pain. We cover our heads as we sit in the hole, when the shells sound less we lift our heads. A bomb lands beside us, I gasp, waiting to be blown to pieces, but it never comes. The shell lying beside us doesn’t go off. I feel like I am going to throw up. I pull out the cigarette that Malarkey gave me earlier when I had beaten him in cards, lighting it. I inhale the foul tasting smoke letting it burn my throat and lungs, Lipton takes the smoke off me inhaling deeply as well, “I thought you didn’t smoke?” I say to Lip.

“I don’t, but I could say the same for you.” He looks over at my tear streaked face, I take a shaky breath as Lip slowly puffs on the cigarette.

#Im bawling #I can't #this hurts #so much #I just like to hurt my feelings #Don't whatever you do listen to sad music while you read this #band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers imagine #donald malarkey #hbo war #bill guarnere #joe toye #alex penkala #Skip muck

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softguarnere · 2 years

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Hiya lovely!! Could I please put in a self-indulgent request for a Lieb oneshot (or hcs, whichever you'd prefer!) where he always has to be close to or touching his S/O, whether in little ways or big? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

I have a personal headcanon that his main love language is Physical Touch so he's big on PDA & having his S/O close to him brings him a lot of comfort, whereas having them far away feels empty 😅

Thank you so much in advance!! 💖💖💖

Touch Me, Love Me, Can't Get Enough

(5 times during the war that Liebgott wants to hold you and 1 time after)

Joseph Liebgott x reader

A/N: Aly, bestie, the way that this request had me giggling and twirling my hair and kicking my feet the second I read it!!! I absolutely love this headcanon, and I'm so honored that you asked me to write it 🥹 I had waaayy too many ideas, so I decided to go with a 5 times +1 time fic for this one. I hope that you like this 💕🕊️ (As always, this is written for the fictional depiction from the show -- no disrespect to the real life veterans!)

Warnings: angst, discussions of concentration camps, depictions of war

It's one of those things that you don't notice until someone points it out. In this case, the someone is Sobel and pointing it out is him huffing that "Private Liebgott has no sense of personal space" when he passes the two of you heading back to barracks one night after coming back from a weekend pass. You're suddenly hyper-aware of the way that your arms bump into his every now and then as you walk due to your close proximity. You've both been drinking, though, so it's not like you really have all your cognitive functions about you; occasionally bumping into one another is like a tether making sure that neither of you falls over or wanders off. Sobel's criticism is easy to brush off.

Other people's comments? Not so much.

"It's hot as hell in here," Skip complains, using his sleeve to mop the sheen of sweat off his face. "Glad they're not takin' us to the Pacific; this heat is all I can stand."

Malarkey shoots a glare to someone passing by who jostles him as he slaps down his next card. "Speak for yourself."

"What? You tellin' me you like it this warm? Five minutes ago you were talkin' about how happy you'll be when we get off this boat."

"I meant them." Malarkey nods towards you and Liebgott. You both look up from your cards, confused. "I know that you guys have to constantly be touching each other or whatever, but how can you stand it when it's this hot?"

Constantly touching each other? What's that supposed to mean? You're just playing cards to pass the time while the boat chugs towards England, and you're sitting next to your friend . . . whose left arm is pressed up against your right. Sure, you could blame the closeness on the crowdedness of the boat, but Malarkey and Muck are sitting across from the two of you, and they have space between them.

At the same time that you start to lean away, Liebgott shifts beside you, wrapping his left arm around you and pulling you into his side. He fixes Malarkey with a cool look. "And what of it?"

You try to keep your expression cool as well, but you're having to concentrate on it. The oppressive heat from the boat is what's making it hard, you want to tell yourself, despite the fluttering feeling in your stomach at this close contact -- which is even closer than usual.

The Oregon boy shakes his head and slaps down another card. "Enjoy the heat stroke, I guess."

His point is proven, but Liebgott doesn't move his arm from around your shoulders. Instead, he smiles at you. Not his usual smirk that he throws around when he's pulled one over on someone; this smile is soft and warm.

Well, if you're going to help prove a point, you might as well commit to it. You smile back and lean further into his embrace.

"Flash!"

"Thunder!"

You lower your gun and squint through the darkness as a figure emerges from the bushes in front of you. If one good thing came out of all of those night marches that Sobel sent Easy Company on back in training, it's that you could recognize the silhouettes of your fellow soldiers in a heartbeat, even in the worst lighting. Your heart thrums when you realize who's coming towards you.

"Joey!" You really shouldn't put your gun down, not now that you're on the ground and in the midst of chaos, but you throw both arms around him. He does the same. He smells like the war -- that cologne that war produces that's a mixture of fuel from the C-47s, the sweat of excitement, and the faint smell of his shampoo that still lingers in his hair.

He melts into your touch. At some point between the boat ride and the news that you would be jumping into France, you two had decided to make it official, even though in some ways, you had always been a couple. Joe has been more open with the ways that he initiates physical contact with you since then. In a way, you can't really blame him; he comes from a big, affectionate family. Being away from their love and warmth has been harder for him than most people realize. It's like he craves physical touch. Good thing that you like his affection.

"Are you okay?" He whispers, still holding you tight.

"I'm fine. Are you?"

He nods. Reluctantly, he draws back from your embrace so that he can look at you. In sunlight, you love the way that his brown eyes turn into pools of amber honey. Now, in the darkness, they remind you of the new moon -- mysterious, but a comforting presence that never leaves you.

"There were some paratroopers back that way." You jerk your head slightly to the left. "Stuck up in trees. I was worried . . ."

"I know. Me too."

Off to your right, the sharp staccatos of machine gun fire pierce the night. On instinct, you both ready your guns and crouch down.

"We gotta move," Joe whispers. Then you both push through the darkness and into the bushes that he had stepped out of moments before.

He leads the way, but moves slowly, keeping you close. It’s like that the rest of the day, too, after you link up with other people from E Company and finally find where you’re supposed to be. It’s subtle, but Joe bumps his shoulder against yours throughout the day, like he’s got to remind himself that you’re near. That, coupled with the glances that he casts your way when no one else is looking, is enough to make your heart clench.

That’s the thing about Joe Liebgott – he’s great at physical affection and showing you that he wants it, but words don’t come as easily to him, and telling you what he wants and needs is an entirely different matter. You’ve always wondered if maybe a past lover scorned his verbal affections, because he seems so unsure of himself whenever he uses his words, which is so unlike the cocky, confident Liebgott that everyone else knows.

“What’s wrong?” You ask when you finally have a moment alone.

Joe immediately holds out his hand to you. When you take it, he intertwines your fingers and squeezes. He starts to shrug, but when he catches the look on your face, a crease appears between his eyebrows as he thinks. “I just wanna keep you close.”

“I’m right here.”

“I know. It just feels like if I can hold onto you . . . then nothing will happen.”

A memory of fellow paratroopers and their parachutes all tangled in the trees earlier that morning hits you. You had worried that Joe might be one of them, and he had worried for you as well. War is an uncertain and fickle thing. Anything can happen to anyone. You had accepted that fact when you joined the airborne division. Sure, you would do anything to keep Joe safe, and he would do the same for you. Having him by your side is a comfort, and you know he feels the same way.

Anything can happen in a war zone. But if anyone is stubborn enough to stop anything from going wrong, it just might be Joe Liebgott.

III

Nothing is guaranteed in a place like Bastogne. Least of all who you get to share a foxhole with. Most of the time your foxhole partner ends up being whoever was in the nearest one when a fresh round of shellings begins and you need a place to hide. You spend many nights curled up against your fellow soldiers for warmth, leaving the next morning knowing more about them than you ever had before.

If you had it your way, you would be sharing with Joe, to make sure that he’s alright. But as it is, you really only see him occasionally when you get to line up for warm food – a commodity that’s becoming more and more rare as the quality of it gets worse and worse. Sitting with the rest of Easy, he’s subtle, knocking his knees into yours whenever he sits beside you, or even kicking the side of your boot with the toe of his; anything to establish contact. There’s hardly any time to talk, but the longing in his eyes is obvious enough.

If you knew that you wouldn’t get in trouble, you would hold his hand, or wrap him up in your arms. Being away from him is hard for you, so you can only imagine what it must feel like for him.

“Funny, I always thought that hell would be hot. It’s a little colder than I pictured,” a familiar voice says as Joe drops down into the foxhole beside you. He winks. “Hiya, sweetheart. This foxhole taken?”

There’s no use in trying to hide your smile. “I don’t know. Usually I require a reservation, but for someone so handsome, I think that I can make an exception.”

“Come here.” He lifts his arm and throws it around your shoulder, pulling you into his side as you open your blanket and throw part of it over his legs before all the heat can escape you. The helmets you both wear cause some difficulty, but he rests his head against yours as best he can. He sighs. “I’ve missed you so much, (Y/N).”

You plant a small kiss on his cheek. “I’ve missed you, too.”

“God,” he groans. “I swear it’s killin’ me, being away from you.”

A joke he once made at the start of your relationship flashes across your mind. If you move out to Frisco with me after the war, I’ll have to invest in a better air conditioner, you keep me so warm.

“Why?” You tease. “Do you miss having your own personal radiator?”

A cloud of condensation forms as he huffs a laugh, his warm breath fogging the cold air. “You remember that?” He smiles when you nod. Pressing your helmets together again, he shakes his head a little. “No. I just miss holding you.”

You lean further into his side. “Well then hold on a little tighter. We gotta make this last before the next shelling starts.”

He rubs his hand up and down your arm. “We always make it count.”

“Oh thank Christ, look who’s back!” Luz exclaims when you walk into CP.

“We saw each other earlier, Luz,” Webster laughs.

“Not you.” Luz smiles at you, either not noticing or not caring about how it makes Webster’s smile falter. “(Y/N)! They finally let you outta the hospital?”

You smile as you drop your bag onto a nearby chair. “Something like that.” You lower your voice to a stage whisper, offering the radioman a wink. “Had to go AWOL. Don’t let any of the medics know.”

“Your secret is safe with me.” He winks right back.

From the couch, Sergeant Lipton coughs. He offers you a smile when he catches his breath. “It’s good to have you back, (Y/N).”

“Thanks, Sergeant.”

“Yeah, maybe now things won’t be so depressing around here.”

“Awe, Luz, you really think I liven things up that much?”

Lipton reaches up and smacks George with his stack of paperwork. He doesn’t look angry, but it’s clear that he’s said something that he shouldn’t have.

“What?” Luz asks. “It’s not like she wouldn’t know.” When you offer him nothing but a confused look, he shakes his head. “Liebgott’s been all weird since you got taken to the hospital back in Foy.”

“Weird how?”

“Oh, you know: moodier than usual, distant, quiet, quick to anger.”

“So just regular Liebgott then?” Webster asks.

George shakes his head. “Like, if someone tried to draw him from memory or something, I don’t know. He’s just not himself.”

“Well, where is he?” You and Webster are supposed to be waiting for someone to tell you which platoon to join, but you’ve already made up your mind that you’ll be damned if you don’t join your old one. This far into the war, it’s unlikely that anyone would really care if you just walked back in and took up your former place, but still – red tape, and all that. But now the thought is even more tempting. What’s wrong with Joseph? You want to find him.

Lipton offers a vague wave of his hand. “Around here somewhere. Listen, (Y/N), why don’t you join back up with your old platoon? I’m sure they’ll be glad to have you back.”

“And I’ll be glad to be back.” You nod your appreciation and then grab your bag, trying not to leave the room too quickly. During your time in the hospital, all you thought about was getting back to Easy Company, and back to Joe. Now that he’s so close, it makes you feel a little giddy and a little nervous, knowing that in a few seconds, you’ll be together again.

In the hallway, you go to turn a corner and nearly smack into someone coming towards you. They reach out and grab your elbows to steady you. “Are you okay?” Babe asks when you’ve regained your balance. His eyes light up as he takes you in. “(Y/N)! You’re back!”

“What?” A voice from further down the hallway calls. A few of the other Easy boys step into view, and quickly engulf you in a warm cloud of welcome backs and good natured handshakes. All except for one, who hangs back.

You catch Joe’s eye through the crowd. He looks like he’s just seen a ghost; he’s still, staring at you like you might disappear if he blinks. When you finish shaking Tab’s hand, you step towards him and it’s like a spell breaks. In a few quick strides he’s in front of you, and then suddenly his hands have come up to caress your cheeks as he takes you in.

“You went AWOL,” he guesses.

“I had to get back to my company,” you say. You throw your arms around him and squeeze him into a hug, whispering into his ear, “I had to get back to you.” He squeezes you tighter.

“I don’t wanna let you go again,” he whispers. You hear him draw a breath, like he’s going to say more, but he stops himself and rubs his hand up and down your back.

Behind you, you hear some of the boys quietly make their exit from the scene. (Most of them, anyway. You can hear Talbert telling Shifty that he owes him a dollar, and Babe is muttering to someone that he knew it – you don’t have to guess what it is.)

Joe doesn’t seem to mind. He’s always been open in his affections for you in the little ways in public, like bumping into you, and this very open gesture isn’t technically very different since it serves to confirm what most people already suspected . . . as well as telling some of the ones who didn’t to back off.

Still, it’s a little unlike him. Something has changed.

You card your hand through the back of his hair. “You alright?”

“Yeah, just missed you is all.” He huffs a small laugh as he pulls back from the embrace, casting a smirk over your shoulder. “And giving the others something to talk about ain’t half bad.” You swat his arm affectionately, but there’s no malice in it. This is just how Joe is when it comes to voicing how he feels; giving you a bit of his feelings and then deflecting before he can be scorned. You want to show him that you appreciate the effort.

You lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek. When you start to pull away, his gentle fingers catch your chin and bring you back into his orbit, pressing a quick, soft kiss to your lips.

As if he can read your thoughts, he assures you, “I’m okay. Better, now that you’re here.”

Hot, salty tears have been burning your eyes for the better part of the afternoon as you fight to keep them back. Back before the war, your teacher used to make you do breathing exercises in school in the mornings. You try to remember them now as you gasp for air, trying to look calm as you head back towards the town, following the trucks carrying to men back to CP or to where they’re billeted.

“(Y/L/N)!” Someone calls up ahead. In the back of one of the trucks, Nixon leans down, holding out his hand and motioning for you to hurry.

Despite how sluggish and out of breath you feel, you increase your pace to a slight jog, catch Nixon’s hand, and swing yourself up into the back of the truck, taking a seat beside him. His hand pats your shoulder but then stays there, like a tether that helps bring you back down to earth.

“Are you okay?”

You shake your head. You don’t want to cry in the back of this truck. There’s no shame in it, but the afternoon has been so hectic that you would rather have a moment alone to unpack the horrors of what you’ve just seen.

“It’s just as bad down the road at the women’s camp,” you tell the intelligence officer over the roar of the engine. Even just thinking about it causes you to shudder.

Nixon pats your shoulder again. “Do you need anything?”

“Where’s Liebgott?” You want to be held. You want someone to comfort you and tell you that this has all been a bad dream. You want that someone to be Joseph.

A deep frown settles on Nixon’s face. “We sent him back already. He . . . needed some time alone.” He thinks for a minute, then says over the sound of the trucks, “You should go to him, (Y/N). He needs you.”

And you, him.

When you got back to Haguenau, during a moment alone, Joe had opened up a little more than usual. It had been late at night, lying beside each other on one of the small bunks. Something about the cover of night makes it easier to whisper your secrets, and it’s especially true of Liebogtt. In the quiet of the room, his arm around you, he had said that he felt like one of the ruined Haguenau buildings while you were away in the hospital. “A skeleton,” he had described them. “They’re all crumbled and half-alive. I don’t know if that makes sense. That’s what it felt like with you away; like I’m something only half here, half a memory. Unstable. Lonely.”

That’s what you feel like now. The horrible things you saw have confirmed any thought you ever had about pure evil existing in the world. Anger starts to burn in your chest like an ember; this is why you’re fighting in the war. And if that’s how you feel . . . You need to find Joe. Now.

It’s tempting to run to the house where he’s billeted, but you don’t want to make a scene. You walk as fast as you can, only breaking into a run once you’re inside, sprinting up the stairs.

“Joe?” He’s lying on the bed, his back to the door. He goes still when he hears you come in.

Shutting the door behind you, you press further into the room until you’re standing over the bed. “Can I sit?”

When you take a seat, he pushes himself up and turns to face you. Red rimmed eyes and wet cheeks tell you that he feels the same way that you do about what you saw. The tears you’ve been trying to hold back all afternoon finally spill over, but your ignore them and bring your hand up to Joe’s cheek, using your thumb to brush away his tears.

He brings up his own hand to rest on top of yours. “You saw it too?”

You nod. “I had to spend the afternoon at the women’s camp down the road.”

Joe leans forward, pressing your foreheads together. “Did you have to tell them?”

“Tell them what?”

“That they had to stay in the camp.” Anger bleeds into his sadness as he says it. He sounds disgusted and hurt.

Almost none of the women prisoners you had encountered spoke any English. You and another female paratrooper had had to attempt to communicate with them using scattered English and a few German and Yiddish words that you had learned from Joe throughout the war. Joe is fluent in both of those languages. He probably had an easier time talking to –

The realization hits you like a punch to the gut: he had to tell them that they would be staying in the camp.

“Oh, Joey.” You throw your arms around him, pulling him in closer. Your earlier thoughts of wanting him to hold you feel almost selfish now, when he so clearly needs it. Carefully, you card a hand through the back of his hair. You desperately wish that you could do something to help him, but what is there to do in a situation like this? “What can I do?”

He gasps, harsh and wet sounding, and you wonder if he also held back his tears all afternoon. “Just hold me.”

That, you can do.

+ I

Joe is either a night owl or an early bird. There’s not really an in between. Some nights he falls into bed early, and then quietly gets up and takes his leave in the morning, ready to help usher the other early risers of San Francisco to work. Some nights he stays up late, wandering the apartment and smoking on the balcony until you wake up to find the bed empty, and then keep him company.

The nights when he heads to bed early are your favorites. You’re not sure when you started to notice it, but at some point you learned that, no matter how deeply asleep Joe seems to be, if you come to bed after him, he immediately rolls over and throws out an arm, searching for you across the expanse of bed. Once he finds you, he pulls you close to him, wrapping an arm around your waist and nestling his head on your shoulder. You’re not sure if he knows he does it or not. It might just be something that his subconscious automatically does. It might be a conscious choice. Either way, it’s sweet, and you don’t bring it up for fear that he might stop.

He's also taken to muttering in his sleep, which is a more recent development – he never did it during the war, that you’re aware of, but now you sometimes catch broken sentences and soft I love yous thrown out while he searches for you in the bed.

Tonight is no different. As soon as you slide under the blankets, you feel him roll over, and a second later, his arm is wrapped around you and he’s very close. You run a hand through his hair as you settle in, and his deep, even breathing momentarily hitches in his throat. His arm squeezes you tighter.

“You always hold me so close,” you giggle, watching his sleeping face. He likes to hold onto you, to have you near, and it must say something that he prefers it, even when he’s unconscious. A piece of hair has flopped across his brow, and you gently push it back so that you can see him better. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps. Not worried about anything at all.

Suddenly, you remember something he said back during the war. I don’t wanna let you go again. “Don’t worry,” you whisper, just in case he can hear you. “I’m not gonna slip away.”

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Easy Company Reading Thirst Tweets

WARNING: Extremely crude, sexual and suggestive language.

Notes: I was watching some of this videos and I got this terrible idea. I hope this is good. A big shoutout to @toyes-lipring because she helped with Toye’s one.

– Dick Winters - He understands everything but he takes the sexual filter out of every message. Fan: “I don’t know what I would do to salute Winter’s Dick with my hand.” - "Maybe go back to school, you got the name wrong.”

– Lewis Nixon - He's so confused. His face is literally the definition of "wtf", but he's enjoying it. Fan: "Mr Nixon I’ll turn myself into a Vat 69 for you. P.S: Be my sugar daddy." - "Yeah, I’ll take the Vat but the sugar daddy thing It's not gonna happen. I’ll pay for a therapy session though.”

– Carwood lipton: Lip doesn't understand the slang and the abbreviations, but he’s flattered that people find him attractive. Fan: “I would let that First Sergeant break in half and creampie-me.” - "C-creampie-...? What's that? Wha-... why do you want me to break you in half? I'm not doing that. What are kids consuming these days?”

– Ronald Speirs - Reads every message with a dead expression. Fan: “Ronald Speirs could light me on fire, suck me and then throw me on the floor like a cigarette and I would thank him.” - "I'm free saturday. Don't forget to thank me. Next.”

– George Luz - He👏is👏loving👏it👏!! Literally having a blast. Fan: “Luz my love, I'll let you grab my fanny.” - "You see? These are my kind of people. Thank you! I'll gladly grab ya fanny."

– Joe Liebgott - He’s definitely flirting back and loving the most aggressive messages. Fan: ”I would kill someone to sit on Joe Liebgott’s face.” - “Yeah, I have a pretty big nose, so you can see it on it if you want, but you would probably have that pretty ass of yours sittin in prison” he says with a grin.

– William ‘Bill’ Guarnere - He’s either laughing or flirting back. Fan: “Willy Billy be wild with me, run me over with your car when you’re free.” - “Jesus! That would do a great song. Let’s do that while I sing it, hey?” he says before one of his typical laughs “hehehehe.”

– Joe Toye - He’s seriously traumatized by some of them, but he’s still trying to answer the questions seriously. Fan: “Toye could toy me with those brass knuckles and would still give him a drink.” - “W-... Why would you want that? It ain't nice bein on the other side of the brass knuckles. But hey, I’ll definitely take that drink.”

– Donald Malarkey - He’s being optimistic and not taking it seriously. Fan: “I would let Don break my spine like a glow stick with those goddamn arms and definitely eat some Malarkey.” - “You would? Should I take that as a compliment? About the glow stick… I really don’t want to do that to your spine but… thanks?” he says with an awkward smile.

– Warren “Skip” Muck - He’s the sweetest. He’s reading everything with a big smile and thanking everyone for the compliments. Fan: “Skippy let me be your socks.” - “Anw, that’s very sweet! That way you could warm my feet, neck, hands and b-... oh.”

– Darrel “Shifty” Powers - This baby is so innocent and the biggest gentleman. Fan: “Don’t get fooled by Shifty's pretty face, I know he would spit in my mouth if I asked him nicely.” - “Uh-... That’s not very nice. I would never do such a thing, but thank you very much for calling me pretty.” he says all flustered.

– Eugene Roe - He’s gets all flustered but he’s pretending they are not sexual. Fan: “Eugene Roe saying scissors is my new kink, I almost get a heart attack every time I hear it.” - “I don’t want to be responsible for any heart attacks so I will never say the word “Scissors” again.” (He knows what he’s doing.)

– Edward Babe Heffron - He’s a little traumatized by the end of it but he likes the flirting from the fans. Fan: “Babe come and babe my bussy.” “Bûssi? Boussi? What’s a bãsi? Oh, It’s a-... You fucking weirdo! I love that.” he instantly starts laughing.

– David Webster - He gets uncomfortable with the messages and quickly ignores them but he doesn’t even understand what he’s reading with most of them. Fan: “I’m learning German to match Web’s tongue with mine.” - “I appreciate that but you should learn German because It’s a beautiful language and not because I spea-... Oh, I get it now.”

– Frank Perconte - He absolutely LOVES his simps. He simps for himself. Fan: “I’m 6’0, that shortass could suck on my tiddies while standing and even live under them if he wants to.” - “Yeahhh!! Send a ticket and let’s do that.”

– Bull Randleman - He’s simply taking everything as an innocent joke and playing along with a sweet smile. Fan: “I would fully dress myself in red just for Bull to fucking destroy me in bed.” - “Would you like that? Really? Well, we’ll see that later.” he says after a chuckle.

– Johnny Martin - He’s seriously concerned and has never been more serious. Fan: “Johnny boy, because of you now I have daddy issues. Thank you, it was worth it.” - “Is this serious? How old are you? Who are you calling boy? Don’t you fucking me blame me for your daddy issues, was your dad who left to go buy goddamn cigarettes, not me.”

– Floyd Talbert - That’s his new hobby. By the end of the day he has scheduled more than 10 dates. Fan: “Daddy Talbert please make me a single mother.” - “I’ll fix that, just look at me long enough and there you have it.” he winks at the camera with a smirk.

#band of brothers #band of brothers imagine #easy company #hbo war #dick winters #carwood lipton #ronald speirs #george luz #joe liebgott #lewis nixon #bill guarnere #joe toye #donald malarkey #eugene roe #skip muck #johnny martin #bull randleman #babe heffron

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holdingforgeneralhugs · 4 months

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hey babez idk if you're still taking ship requests, but here goes:

i'm tallish, pale and freckly, brown eyes w/glasses, reddish brown hair, permanently blushing. i'm an engineering student and i love stargazing at night, reading about space travel, playing my guitar and singing (i'm in a pretty shit band w/ my friends), discussing politics, and flying planes. my love language is acts of service. i have a very biting sense of humor and love making people laugh (also a great coping mechanism for life sometimes) but i would also say that i'm a pretty brave person, bubbly and curious. i can be a little judgmental and paranoid on a bad day and feel like everyone has it better than me. pretty sure that i'm an enfp.

thanks for doing these :) xoxo

Hi dear, I ship you with Skip Muck

You two take bubbly to a whole new level. There's never a frown or a dull moment when you're around.

He thinks your blush is the most adorable thing, and he loves to tease you about it and make you blush even more.

He loves your biting humour, he thinks you're the funniest person in the world.

When you're having a bad day he's always on hand to get you through it and remind you how brilliant you are.

#band of brothers #band of brothers fandom #bob #hbo band of brothers #bob ships #skip muck #skip much imagine

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normal-internet-user · 5 months

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Sooooooooooooo~~~ I've got more DC brainworms. I have come to share. 🤲🏼

Picture this, wildflower. *throws arm around your shoulder, gestures to the empty space in front of us, envisioning* A young (eventual) bat!sibbie reader who has a very similar essence to Jason.

and I mean....... literally. a mini Jason. lmaooo listenlistenlisten — yn is a scrappy, free-spirited orphan who comes from the slums of Gotham; they've been here a while, only giving a noncommittal shrug and wry smile when inquired about any of it. same story for a lot of us 'round here.

—and wouldn't it just be hilarious if they came into the Batfam the same way Jase did? By STEALING 👏🏼 HUBCAPS. 👏🏼

except it don't gotta be hubcaps, yn is a ✨professional✨ and a 🔥savage🔥 and just straight up carjacked the Batmobile LMALAOAOAOO (they earn Jason's utmost respect right off the bat [BAT PUN 🦇]; Steph, Dick, and Duke are the runner-ups). Bruce probably gains a new neck vein but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued!

thennnnn you muck up when you give the slightest inclination that you know his secret identity bcz it'd be significantly more terrifying (read: hilarious) than if you were to fall victim to the cliche 'i saw something i wasn't supposed to and now I'm being taken hostage by these randos in masks and oh holy smokes it's actually multi-billionaire airhead himbo Bruce Wayne!? and his KIDS!!??'

time skip because seamless transition, bing bada boom, they're Bruce's newest ward and filling the tabloids. while it may be a hot story that the entirety of the paparazzi froth at the mouths at, it's a different story behind the scenes.

reader has a sweet, dear personality at the core, but they put up a detached front; if anything, their crude humor and witty deadpan sarcasm attests to their harsh emotional walls put up.

it's nothing personal to these guys, they're just... constantly in self-perservation mode. they ain't never had nobody like this before, 'cept for their fellow street rat friends who're like family.....

I imagine those walls get worn down by Jason the most.

I also imagine Jason would be.... angry?? not at you!! never at you — if anything he'd probably steal you away from Bruce every chance he gets because he's scared you'll be readily thrusted into an unwitting role as a cowl-donner — but at Bruce's initial and seemingly impulsive decision to take you in- because of just how fast everything moved. he was a bit withdrawn at first, but he became undeniably protective over you as time went on.

you appreciate this earnestly; one day on your outings with Jason, he passes by the streets where you usually hung out with your friends. sure enough, they're all there, looking horrendously forlorn. you give out the group whistle- one you all made up and agreed on a longgggg time ago- and they all look at you like you're a ghost before you're being yanked into a group hug.

some of 'em are mad tho; they all caught wind, ever since you were printed in black and white on the newspapers lil' jimmy still brought to them fresh every morning. thought you ditched us for daddy warbucks. and some of 'em are genuinely happy, not only to see you, but had been for you. thought you managed to finally get outta this hellhole. we knew you wouldn't forget us, tho.

you're smart, yvette - your bestest friend ever since elementary - murmured as she hugged you so tight you could barely breathe. you're smart and warm and so kind... i'mma miss your candy apple self not being around me 24/7 any more, but heavens above, you made it, ynnie any foster parent would be blessed to have you as a kid, y'hear? anybody and everybody. she pulls you back and rests her forehead on yours, staring into your eyes with her tear-filled ones. don't forget 'bout us, yeah? we still got your back. stay safe and take care of yourself.

and if you silently cried on the way back to the manor, Jason didn't say much about it. just wrapped an arm around your shoulders and took you for burgers.

—i feel that incident would settle you deeper into Jason's heart. he just sees so much of himself in you. in this scrappy kid who puts up such a carefree front, but is actually made of honey and caramel at their center. who has such a strong emotional intelligence at that age that Jason's sure is the only difference between him and you. in this child, who has a pure heart full of love with so much to give and just wants to be loved in return.

reader's softest with Cass and Alfred, as in they feel no need to put up pretenses with them. it's how they both find out that you're perpetually jaded and reminiscent of a long-suffering lamb: soft, tolerant, brokenhearted, shreds of innocence swirling about their heart still, maybe a little lost......

SPEAKING OF THE GRANDLER HIMSELF 🌹🎉: you get roped into baking with Alfred one day, and because Alfred is the actual MVP, you fall into his affections too.

it's when you're kneading at dough when a crestfallen expression suddenly overtakes your expression.

"mr. alfred," you drawl, inner city accent thickening with the melting of your posture. there's a heaviness to your tone that wasn't there before. it catches the elderly man's attention immediately. "you remind me a lot of my old man. not my father, but there was this elderly gentleman who took care of us street urchins. old man peaches. cuz every time we saw him, he sold us fresh peaches from his little milk carton in trade for some colorful bottle caps. dunno where he got 'em, said he grew them out the cracks in the concrete, the geezer. he was always talkin' like that — like there was some deeper meaning to everythin'. we groaned all the time, made all in good fun of him right to his face, but we all really loved it.

"one day, me 'n yvette were scouting 73rd and maryanne avenue; it's the curve that has all those connectin' alleyways that hide the abandoned warehouses, y'know? it's also where we hid out with peaches. had a small space heater and brought anything we needed from the foster care buildin'. sometimes we'd get dragged back but you keep doing something enough times, them folks who don't get paid enough for it just stop givin' a hoot... so long s'we made it back for inspections and didn't pilfer the good stuff, y'know?

"anyway. we went in there hollerin' for mr. peaches... he was usually napping by the space heater or stringing bottle cap jewelry for us, but he wasn't there. searched the whole warehouse, whole perimeter, nothing.

"then, vettie found him... " you pause, a smile that didn't reach your eyes spreading your cheeks. "right by the compost bin outside the back door of that same warehouse, chest not movin' and lips stained with blueberries."

alfred feels his stomach drop, beside himself. you looked up from the dough in your hands and simply regarded the old man, an uncharacteristic nonchalance marring your features.

"he was the only one that really understood and looked out for us the way he did. i ain't been able to eat peaches or anything of the like since then, but vettie is the one who couldn't sleep for the weeks after."

Alfie had long stopped chopping the onions for the dish at this point and all he could think was what has this poor child gone through?

TRAUMA TRAUMA TRAUMA TRAUMA TR

anywaaaaayzzzuh, I'm exhausted BUT yeah I just want to infect you lovingly with the brainworms of Jason bonding with a bat sibling reader who's a lot like him, and how he'd prevent a lot of pain that they ain't gotta go through because he went through the same.

And the things that he CAN'T prevent, because everyone deals with trauma differently, he's always gonna be there for you. And he wants you to know that.

reader is a bit wary of Dick because of his pure bubbliness and aura of flowers 🌸🌺🌻🌹🌷🌼💐and shooting stars — in Gotham?? — but Dick has an affinity to troubled kids and also . he's Dick Grayson, everybody loves him .

so he works together with Jason and soon enough, you're practically his respective child akshdjdhd

you and dami take a bit to come along BUTTTTT I hc that you come into their lives when Dami's a little older and therefore more matured.

I love Damian, I feel he'd be a pretty solid older brother figure.

the more time you spend there, the more you begin to trust your newfound family. (well, your pseudo siblings at least); the more you let your walls down, the more they get a peek into your true self- not just the distant exterior you put up.

you're thoughtful and generous; you like books and animals and know how to make ice cream from scratch with ice and plastic bags; you're resourceful and crafty - you learned how to hot wire cars and pick locks from the older kids down at the foster care home - but you don't try to give anyone headaches for it out of respect for Alfred, you claim solemnly.

you're a good kid.

it just takes a bit more for people to say that, and even more for you to let others see it.

I'LL BE BACK WITH MORE BUT PLEASE NOTE THAT I WROTE THIS THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT, CONTINUALLY PASSED OUT, AND IT'S THE FRICKIN MORNING ALREADY LMAOAOAOAOAOOO

OH MY GOD.

OH.

MY.

GOD.

ZEEP.

ZEEP WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME-

I just- Can I just-

If Brucie EVER tried to but reader in a cape Jason would lose his MIND.

How DARE you even THINK about putting the baby at risk? How dare you?

Totally just takes reader and brings them to his apartment until Bruce apologizes for even suggesting such a proposterous thing.

He's eventually forgiven but he's on thin ice okay?

Sleepovers at Jason's are also a very common thing.

Since he lives in the Narrows, it gives you the chance to roam your old stomping grounds and see your friends.

Poor reader has to go to all kinds of fancy dinner parties now.

Public appearences.

Such a drag.

Uncomfy clothes, and uncomfy people.

So, being the feral little street raised shit they are, reader says the most out of pocket freaky crap ever.

"Yeah, living in the Narrows as a kid was hard. Especially after the accident."

"Oh, yeah. I love my new home. The velociraptor in the backyard is a sweetheart."

"What do you mean Jason's supposed to be dead? He obviously got better. I've done it more than once. Yes I've died before. They said I can't tell you what comes after. Who's they? Don't worry about it."

And literally no one can say anything because their new dad is one of the richest men on Earth.

Also their first fancy gala something definitly went wrong.

Like lets says it gets targeted for some kind of robbery 'cus, ya know Gotham. And it's full of rich people.

Reader is literally like, "Fuck no. Get the hell out."

Grabs a bottle of champagne and breaks it over the ring leaders head with a loud shout of "ANARCHY!"

ALFIE AND OLD MAN PEACHES-

OH MY GOD I'M CRYING. I HOPE YOU KNOW I'M IN TEARS-

Also, the little punk stealing the CAR is hilarious. So much potential there.

Dick *interrupting Bruce for the upteenth time*: "Hey, B?"

Bruce *Severly annoyed*: "Yes, Nightwing? What is it?"

Dick: "Who's driving the car?"

*Que Jason wheezing over the comms*.

Dickie gives all kinds of nicknames.

Little wing, hoodlum, baby bird-

Him and Jason compete for your time.

Like there is an underground betting pool for who can get you to spend more time with whom.

Jason shows you all hid hidey places around the manor if you ever need a place to just- be

Tim helps with homework when Jason's not around (which isn't very often, Jason makes a point of visitiing often just to see you)

It makes for wonderful bonding with your busiest brother.

Damian, (though he will never admit it out loud), enjoys it when you join him in taking care of his animals.

Batcow and Jerry love you, and Alfred the cat has taken to sleeping in your room.

The two of you take Titus and Ace for walks, and Damian very smugly rubs it in Jason's face when a tabloid photo pops up of the two of you in matching sweaters and sunglasses.

"Clearly I am the superior brother, Todd. Even the media agrees."

"Well then I know it's bullshit because the media says it's true."

"Tt."

I HAVEN'T EVEN GOTTEN INTO STEPH AND DUKE AND CASS AND BABS UGGHHH

THERE'S OTHER STUFF I wanna ADD BUT I'VE MADE YOU WAIT LONG ENOUGH I'M SO SORRY-

#normie rambles #normies moots #the brain worms are SERIOUS UGGHHH #I'm so sorry it took so long 🥲🥲#batfam #batfam x reader #civillian batsis #platonic x reader #jason todd #jason todd is best brother #dick grayson #x reader #dc x reader #dc comics #baby bat is an alley cat! (^U^)#i like that tag

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mikalame · 8 months

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Heyyy could I request Tom with a reader who works for the band (books hotels, helps with set up, etc?) so shes always going on tour with them and he’s had the biggest crush on her for ages. Queue the boys making gestures and teasing him, maybe one of them accidentally tells reader that he likes her after they’ve been drinking?

Idk whether Tom would admit it or get embarrassed and pissy but I’ll leave it up to you 😭 feel free to make your own plot up if you prefer!! I have a hard time using my imagination 😬

Thx!! <3

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You had been spending the last few minutes organising the roster for the bands next tour, being deep in thought just clicking and putting the name of songs in time slots.

Once you finished wrapping up the Europe tour you were about to work on the next one when your hear heavily footsteps and giggles coming from the hallway.

Thinking it was just the band doing band stuff and mucking around before heading back onto the road you didnt think much of it just continuing your work.

Tom's pov

"Oooo, ___ in the room, you gonna go up to her and give her a big smooch on the lips" Georg teases pouting his lips, "Fuck off Georg" Tom groans he had been putting up with this teasing since yesterday when tom stuttered when talking to ___.

"Awww is little tommy embarrassed awww" Gustav cooed joining in with the teasing giggling as they stick around the corridor laughing more as tom tries to pull them away.

"What are you embarrassed about Tom" A voice comes from the room tom was dreading "Oh um nothing ___" Tom's vooice shakes, thinking this is like all conversations between the two and wanting to tease abit more bill deciceds to help his brother.

"We were just talking about a little party were going to later tonight, would you like to come" Bill smiles sweetly, Tom whipping his head to the side to look at bill with a 'what the hell' exspression, Georg and Gustav both look at eachother then bill all three of their faces grinning like madmen.

"Oh um are you sure, i would love to" You say adjusting the files in your hand, "No you should definatly come totally" The boys reasure you talking about the time they will come to your hotel door and what not.

"Why the hell would you do that huh, did you have to invite her" Tom mutters quietly as they walk away hiding his face in his hands cheeks flared red.

Even though he said it quitely the girl around the corner still heard what he said now thinking it was some kind of prank she wasnt sure if she wanted to go, exspecally if the guy she was going for didnt even want her their.

Time Skip

"I'll wait right here- or i'll just meet you at the club" tom says turning quick to walk away from the girls room that the others were pulling him closer to.

"No Tom man-up, i cant belive The Tom is acting so shy, huh, not so brave now" Georg snickers behind his hand earning a smack from bill as he knocks on the girls door.

"oi shut up- Hey ___ we're here, open up" He yells knocking some more beofre hearing the lock unlock and the door handle jimmy.

Your Pov

___ stepped out, her nereves all over the place, feeling the sweat form on her palm quickly wiping it away on the bottom of her skirt.

She hasent went out since working for Tokio Hotel even though they seem to go out everynight its mostly the boys and mabey the manager if its a special occation.

"Sorry if this isnt really club attire, had to dig this out of my suitcase" she giggles nervously adjusting the length of the skirt. "No girl you look amazing, right tom" Bill questions walking to the elevator cocking his eyebrow to his brother.

"Huh oh yeah, can we go" He answers looking away clearing his throat before walking making sure ___ was infront of him to he culd watch her as she walked as not to get caught by her.

Tom looks over to his left and sees Georg doing the fake makeout thing rubing his hands over his waist and fr a split second thrusting his hips up beofre walking back normaly.

hereing the giggles and having them walk behind her is making ___ more nervous thinking that mabey tom i even critisising her or making fun of her outfit, but she decides not to let it get to her like it normaly would she thinks of mabey finding someone to talk to during the night..... and mabey talk to tom.

At the club

After begs from the boys to talk to ___ he takes a couple of deep breaths andshaking his hands he walks up to the bar where she is standing oldering her drink trying to under stand what the man is saying over the loud club music.

After a couple minutes of trying to order a drink you think about giving up on it and getting one of the boys to do it thinking that they would be better as their used to the sort of stuff, until you hear a falillar raspy voice shout behind you.

"SHE WANTS A _____ ____" Tom yells not really knowing what else to say, the man behind the counter nods finally understanding what she wanted, walking away to go make it the two stand there awkwardly.

Tom has no idea whats going on his nerves everwhere, this being unmarked terriory for him even though he is usally the best at this sorta stuff.

And ___ freaking out because he crush is right their standing next to her, even though she seems him everyday its diffrent its not in the professional way this is more of a 'hang out' way, panicing from the situation she trys to find a way out.

"OMG TOM I LOVE YOU" a girls voice screeches over the music, the two look over and tom gets pulled into the crowd of people a girl with blond hair and short dress rubs her hands up and down his arms complimenting him on everthing.

With that distraction she grabs her drink and speed walks over to the table where the rest of the band is sitting all straight backs and seeming to look for someone until they see you they slouch back trying to look non suspitious and justcausslaly sipping from their cups.

After sitrting down a weird mood washed over the group, ___ already nerous about they whole thing start really sweating quickly adjusting her jacketr to make sure they dont see her sweating to badly even though they could probably see the sweat on her forehead.

Bill even though they had only been here for a couple hours is blackout drunk and swaying in his seat blabbering about what ever pops into is mind lifting the mood a bit until he siad somthing he wasnt supposed to.

"So wheres tom huh" cocking his eyebrow again looking at the girl, "Oh last i saw him he was getting felt up by some girl" looking back down at her drink quitely sipping it.

"He probably wished it was you" Bill says slapping his hand over his mouth shook about what he said, the rest of the group looking at him wide eyed and jaws dropped exspecaly the girl who is shocked by what he boy just said.

With the air still heavily from what was just said and bill being to scared to say anything else the group is quite until a sertin dread head comes tumbling into the table.

"Omg, i could NOT get away from them damn" he huffs wiping the 'dust' off of himself beofre looking back at the group whos eyes quickly look down or at eachother.

Looking at bill with a questioning look wondering what happened bill spills.

"I told her"

Tom knowing what that meant whipped his head over at the girl who's eyes that were previously on him now looking everywhere but him, then looking at the G's who do the same as the girl.

Tom stands up shaking the table a bit, leans over grabbing the girls arm before dragging her with him outside to talk without the music blaringing into their ears.

"So um- you know-" "I like you" she blurts out the alchol kicking in now knowing why they call it liquid courge "You do" he repets making sure he did hear that and tht he was correct "Yeah, um from what bill said it kinda sounds like you like me to?" she questions slowly sobering up by the second now wanting to get out of there.

Tom's breathing gets heavy as he contemplates if he is actually going to do this. He is.

"Yeah i do- um ive liked you for a couple of months now" tom swallows the saliva that is coating his mouth right now, clenching his hands trying to get rid of the sweat.

The air between the too is quite and still seeming like all other noise around them is silent even though the club is still blaring their music and people filling the club walking in and out.

Locking eyes with eachother both of their eyes flick between the others lips then back to their eyes being enough to signal what they both want before lock their lips with eachothers.

Holding her breath in her lungs scared that if she breathes to heavy this all might dissapear and she will wake up from the dream come true, she deepens the kiss to really make sure it happening and once truly convincing herself it is they both pull back catching the breath she didnt know she needed.

A airy breath comes from tom whos cheeks are flushed and hand rubbing the back of his neck beofre his face changes to an annoyed eyerolll.

Thinking somthing bad is behind them she turns seeing bill lauging gustav looking super happy running up to tease tom more upclose and Georg doing the fake make out thing again bfore turning back embarrased when he sees hes been caught.

SORRY IDK HOW TO END IT, hope you all enjoy and like.

#tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tom kaulitz imagines

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footprintsinthesxnd · 4 months

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Last Kiss

So I’m finally continuing with the BoB x Taylor Swift moodboards and this little edition is for Skip Muck who seems to keep breaking me heart at the moment.

Tags: @georgieluz @iceman-kazansky @yeahcurrahhe-e @msmercury84 @blvestxr @dustyjumpwjngs @theflyingfin @jump-wings @kafka-ohdear @kmc1989 @mads-weasley @docroesmorphine @liptonsbabe @ronald-speirs @sweetxvanixlla @hesbuckcompton-baby @ronsparky @allthingsimagines @whollyjoly @bucky32557038ww2 @panzershrike-pretz @malarkgirlypop @hanniewinnix @inglourious-imagines @l13bg0tt

#skip muck #warren skip muck #band of brothers #band of brothers moodboards #band of brothers x Taylor Swift

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liebgotts-lovergirl · 1 year

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Fire On Fire: Chapter 11

Gallery II Taglist Application II Symbol Guide

(Ch. 10) ... (Ch. 1)

Summary: Alix prepares for her next mission despite still being haunted by her last. WARNINGS: Death, Survivor's Guilt, Angst, a protective Joe, the usual war stuff Taglist: @softguarnere @latibvles @brassknucklespeirs @mccall-muffin @auroralightsthesky

Contemporary: September 15th, 1944. Aldbourne, England.

Unlike the rest of Easy, Alix hadn't gotten any free time in England.

She hadn't seen Joe, Skip, Don, or any of Easy Company, save for Nixon, in about 2 months because she was practically living with the SOE.

The British were in charge of the latest operation, meaning that Alix had to rely on the Strategic Operations Executive for all additional training and intel, much to her chagrin.

Rumors were swirling in the intelligence community that the SOE had been compromised but no one wanted to believe it.

One of the foremost Allied espionage organizations, compromised?

It was truly a harrowing thought.

Every time she was in an intelligence briefing or doing combat training, she couldn't help but wonder if her opponent was actually an enemy agent. There was almost no way to know until it was too late, like with Jean-Pierre.

You should've known.

It pounded like footfalls on pavement in her head.

You should've known.

He was a fucking kid, for Christ's sake, still a teenager, not even old enough to buy a drink back home in the States.

He liked playing chess and Benny Goodman records.

But he was an enemy spy.

He was the Milice and Gestapo Liaison.

He was the mole.

He had betrayed her friends.

And now he was dead.

The gunshots, the blood spatter, the dull thud of his body hitting the pew, those lifeless gray eyes staring into space...

She saw them every night in her sleep. Alix couldn't remember the last time she'd woken up rested.

Every day, she fought monsters and every night, they just came back in some twisted Sisyphean dance, and she'd wake up with her heart just about beating out of her chest.

Does it count as survivor's guilt if you're a murderer?

Are you still a murderer if it's your job to murder?

Alix didn't have the answers.

As the agency in charge of the next operation, British Intelligence had done their best to remedy the damage that Jean-Pierre had done to her operations but there was no telling if it would work. A fake obituary had been planted in the French and German press to kill off her old identity and erase any Gestapo suspicion of her escape from France. But that meant a new identity needed to take its place so she could continue her work, an identity that the SOE would be supplying...

"Adelina and Niccolò Duchamps?" Alix read, turning the forged passports over in her hands before looking up at the man standing at the opening of her tent. "We have a joint cover now? You've got to be joking."

"Believe me, I wish I was," Lieutenant Nixon replied grimly as he entered from the night, nursing a flask full of what Alix guessed was his usual whiskey.

"But they're sending me with you this time. Orders came in this morning."

"Why?" Alix crossed her arms, bristling at the insinuation. "I completed my mission just fine without you before. I think I'm well-past needing a babysitter."

HQ was constantly undermining her, like she hadn't been training for two whole years for exactly this type of solo mission.

What was the point of having highly-trained female operatives if they wouldn't let them into the field because they're female?

It was maddening.

"Trust me, I don't like it any better than you do but we don't have a choice."

He grimaced.

"You had Toulouse's support in France but we don't have that in Holland. It's heavily male-dominated and they won't take well to a female agent unless she's accompanied. HQ figures a brother/sister team is the best way to go."

"Well that's stupid," Alix remarked, putting her hands on her hips. "I was trained for fieldwork. They need to let me do my fucking job."

"You're preaching to the choir, kid." Nixon replied dryly. "Not that it's much consolation but I tried to make the same argument to HQ earlier and they read me the fucking riot act so if you want to try, be my guest but don't cry to me when they pull you from the mission completely."

Alix cocked an eyebrow.

"You really stuck up for me with HQ?" she asked, not quite believing her ears. "You told them I was ready to go into the field alone? Am I hearing this correctly?"

"And look, I'm already regretting it," Nixon deadpanned.

Alix rolled her eyes at him and sipped her third coffee of the day out of her godawful tin mug.

So her handler believed in her after all.

How about that, she thought. Better look up when I'm outside tomorrow morning. Might see some pigs flying next.

She would've killed for something stronger than coffee to steady her nerves but her handler had a strong No-Drinking-On-the-Job rule, which naturally seemed to only apply to her.

"Well I still don't like the joint cover idea," she groused doggedly and Nixon took another long swig from his flask before clinking it against her mug like they were exchanging cheers on New Years.

"Join the club."

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Contemporary: September 17th, 1944. Membury Airfield, England.

Alix could hear Bill from halfway across the airfield, arriving at the moral of a colorful story he'd been telling some spellbound replacements, presumably to keep them from getting too nervous before the jump.

"And that, kiddies," he said sagely. "is why you never piss off an Italian woman, 'specially when she's from Philly."

"You talking about me again, Guarnere?" she teased as she approached the cluster. "Starting a fan club or something?"

"Well, speak of the she-devil!" Bill exclaimed with his usual welcoming grin, clapping her on the back like an old friend. "Where ya been, Pyro? Joe's been real lonely! Ain't that right, Lieb?"

"Nah, hardly noticed."

Alix's heart leapt at the familiar rasp. One of the taller replacements shifted to the side and there was Joe, her Joe, standing just behind him, the gold flecks in his eyes catching the sunlight as he looked at her.

They didn't even need words; the way his face had brightened upon seeing her said it all, but he spoke anyway.

"Hiya gorgeous," he remarked, his usual smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Long time, no see."

God, I missed you, Alix thought.

"Sorry, do I know you?" she teased and Joe broke into a grin, tugging her into his arms for a hug.

"By now? You'd fuckin' better."

Snaking his arm around her waist proudly, Joe stayed attached to her side the whole time preparations for the jump were taking place.

Neither of them voiced it but Alix knew in the pit of her stomach that they were both afraid.

Soon, forces beyond their control would rip them apart and every parting held the risk of a more permanent goodbye.

Spies operating radios in the field had a life expectancy of 6 weeks. It was only a matter of time before she got caught, they both knew that.

And caught, for a spy, almost always meant torture and death.

Their love was very much on borrowed time.

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As usual, Joe insisted on checking her chutes before his own and when he found that her reserve was damaged, he just about lost it.

"Who the fuck rigged this?" he demanded, momentarily separating himself from her to interrogate a couple unfortunate PRs who happened to be passing by.

She could hear the shaking rage in Joe's rising voice, threatening the Parachute Riggers with every conceivable danger he could think of as he pushed for the name of the person who'd unknowingly endangered the life of someone he cared for.

Alix shook her head, a little embarrassed and a lot amused.

She didn't think she would've ended up using the faulty reserve anyway because her primary was fine but she still pitied the person who'd packed it whenever the infuriated Joe got ahold of him.

Meandering away from the argument over her damaged chute, Alix wove her way through the crowd as she searched for her two best friends, squinting in the sunlight as she scanned for the recognizably bright red hair of Don Malarkey.

Locating Don was a sure-fire way to locate Skip as well because in all the time she'd known them, she'd never seen them apart.

The three of them had been attached at the hip since they'd met at the White Rose several months earlier when a bored Alix had accidentally talked her way into a drinking contest with the two of them, eventually resulting in the trio stumbling outside into an alleyway and violently throwing up their dinners onto the bricks and bushes nearby.

Out of the goodness of his heart (and perhaps out of sheer exasperation), Skip had eventually declared a Three-Way Tie but even all those months later, both Don and Alix each remained insistent that they were the true winner.

It didn't feel right being away from them, Alix thought as she surveyed the crowd. She missed her favorite dumbasses.

Stopping a passing trooper at the edge of the larger crowd, she was about to inquire if he'd seen the pair when a yank on a strand of her hair and a loud "Ahem!" answered her question before it was even asked.

"Scuse me, trooper," a voice from behind said, trying and failing to adopt a gruff, businesslike tone. "But your hair's not in regs."

"Gonna have to take a knife to it, I guess!" another voice chimed in, brimming with laughter.

"Do it and die, you two," Alix threatened jokingly, turning around to see the grinning faces of Skip Muck and Don Malarkey standing just behind her.

"Thought that was you, Pyro," Skip beamed, giving his friend a bear hug. "Either that or one of the fellas got real comfortable with hair curlers all of a sudden!"

"'S good to have you back," Malarkey added as he joined the impromptu group hug. "We missed ya!"

"I missed you guys too," Alix replied with a grin. "Hope I didn't miss out on anything too fun while I was gone. SOE briefings are a nightmare!"

"Oh yeah, you missed a swell time," Skip snarked with a friendly nudge of her shoulder. "Nothing like sitting around, twiddling our thumbs while there's a war on. Does wonders for morale."

"Yeah, I bet," Alix quipped.

She was about to ask Skip if he and Faye had decided on a song for their first dance yet when the loud rumbling of a nearby Jeep interrupted.

All three of their heads perked up at the same time as it passed, each bearing a similar expression of consternation and horror as they realized who was inside it.

"What is he doing here?" Alix hissed and Malarkey blanched at the sight.

"Son of a bitch," he muttered just as Sobel approached them, with the same vicious smugness as he’d had so many months before, like a hungry snake staring down its dinner.

“Well, if it isn’t Muck, Malarkey, and Martinelli," he sneered, his voice practically dripping with sarcasm. "Our Three fucking Musketeers."

Unpleasant memories of 5 mile runs and digging ditches flashed through Alix's mind like a film reel of her most miserable moments and it took all her strength not to haul off and punch Sobel right in his stupid fucking face, consequences be damned.

"Sir." She saluted but glared at him as she spat the word, wanting him to know just how it burnt like acid to have to address him as a superior.

But he looked straight past her as though she wasn't even there.

"Malarkey," he barked and Alix could feel Don's shoulders sag in defeat.

"Sorry Mal," Alix whispered out of the corner of her mouth and she could see Skip slipping away as well, a half-apologetic, half-amused expression on his face.

“What’s that all about?” Alix asked as the pair ducked their way out of earshot.

“Oh Mal and Moore stole a bike for a while,” Skip answered as casually as one talks about the weather.

“They took it for a spin or two…maybe three... Anyway, Sobel’s pissed about it, as you can see.”

“Damn Skipper, sounds like I missed more than I thought.”

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Like magic, Joe reappeared beside her just before she was due to leave.

“Took care of the fuckin’ moron who packed your chute, Zees,” he remarked, handing her a new pack.

“This one oughta work as your spare.”

"Not bad, Romeo," Skip commented as he helped Alix attach it. "Hope you didn't scare the poor kid too bad though. We need all the manpower we can get."

"Nah," Joe replied with a wry smirk. "Didn’t scare him too bad. Just enough. Shouldn't be packing chutes if he can't pack 'em right anyway."

Skip and Joe were still conversing but once she was properly outfitted, Alix couldn't help but tune them out, releasing a shaky sigh.

Soon she would be jumping into Occupied Holland and during the day, no less.

They would be completely exposed, in broad daylight: a spy's worst nightmare.

All it would take was one trigger-happy sadist in a gray uniform to end the lives of herself and everyone she cared about.

She tried to keep her face impartial but Joe could feel her unease and lightly brushed his arm against hers, leaning into her just enough that she could feel the weight of him next to her.

I love you, Ziskeit, the gesture said. I'm right here.

Alix did the same and gave him a wan smile in return.

I know. I love you too.

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The jump into the Netherlands wasn’t too bad, all things considered. The air had a pleasant autumn feel, the sky an endless stretch of soft pastel blue instead of a bitter rain, and for once, nobody was shooting at them on their way down.

Alix, Lieutenant Nixon, and a small cluster of pathfinders had left England and dropped in hours before the rest of the Airborne arrived. It would be easier to connect with the Dutch Resistance without worrying about crowds of paratroopers causing unnecessary attention.

The dense blanket of low-clinging Dutch clouds made it near impossible to tell where they were dropping, so when the time came, it seemed like everyone was simply giving it their best guess.

Alix landed a little harder than she'd planned to, smacking the side of her hip against the ground with a thud, but she recovered quickly.

After freeing herself of her parachute and stumbling to her feet– which was not an easy task in civilian clothing– Alix jogged to catch up with Lieutenant Nixon, who was already several strides ahead of her.

"You’re clear on the mission, targets, and cover story, correct?” he asked as she approached, his Italian almost as flawless as her own. “Because if you have any last minute questions, now is the time.”

Alix took a moment to ponder, running though everything she’d read in the past couple days, before asking,

“If we’re supposed to be the children of a Swiss-Italian socialite, then why did the SOE change our father’s surname to French? It was De Rossi before, wasn’t it?”

“It was,” Nixon agreed. “But they wanted to give us an out. So they made the mother’s maiden name De Rossi and made her married name Duchamps instead. There’s a lot of anti-Italian sentiment going around in Resistance groups lately due to the Italian Campaign and we don’t need any friction. This way, we can switch as needed.”

Alix inspected her false identification papers one final time before tucking them back into the waistband of her trousers with a simple nod.

“Fair enough.”

As the pair approached the outskirts of the city, rustic farmhouses and rows upon rows of brick townhouses stood before them, a sea of orange flags marking each one like bright traffic cones.

“You ready?” Nixon asked out of the corner of his mouth as they both scoured the urban landscape for their Resistance contact.

Alix snorted.

"Ready as I'll ever be."

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ithinkabouttzu · 1 month

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Easy co.’s reaction to their s/o getting injured

genre! angst; romance

warnings! cursing, anxiety, mentions of blood and death, mentions of war, and sad themes.

description! The easy co. boys reaction to you being injured. (no disrespect to any real vets.)

a/n: I made this pretty vague so you can imagine it however you like 😭 but for each persons I feel like it gets progressively longer. Anyways have fun reading!!

taglist: @executethyself35 @linhkhanhcps @1waveshortofashipwreck @grumpy-liebgott @barbeygirl @samwinchesterslostshoe @ronsparky @sweetxvanixlla (sorry i’ve been forgetting to put the taglist friends!! If you want to be on this list, let me know!! :))

(gn! reader)

Dick winters: He would be so worried. His mind wouldn’t be on anything else at the moment other than your well-being. He feels like a bad boyfriend because he wasn’t there to protect you :( He gets so nervous and would try his best to be by your side the entire time that you’re getting well.

Lewis Nixon: He freaks out when he finds out that you got hurt. He rushes to wherever you are and demands to see you. When he does finally see you he’s so gentle and soft. He holds your hand and reminds you over and over again that he will always be there for you.

Carwood Lipton: He somehow feels like it’s his fault. There was nothing he could have possibly done to prevent it, but he feels like a crappy boyfriend for it, he apologizes to you multiple times. Because he thinks he should have been there for you.

Joe Toye:He gets so mad. He’s ready to go out and hunt whoever hurt you. He will honestly go out looking for a fight. When he sees you he gets even angrier though because who could do that to you? He’s hard on himself because he thinks he should have been there to protect you.

Joe Liebgott :When he hears that you got hurt he goes out to find you immediately. He doesn’t care if he gets in trouble or not, you are his first priority. He’s definitely pissed but would never show that you, mostly at himself and the person that got you hurt. But he makes sure not to make his feelings show and tend by your side.

Bill Guarnere: He would be completely irate, but instead of going out and trying to find the fucker that hurt you he would check to make sure you were okay and stable first. “I’ll get him doll. Don’t worry” He would most likely be irritable around the guys for the rest of the day or longer because of it.

George Luz: He’s so so worried. He can’t think about anything else but you. He would hope and pray that you’re okay until he can finally see you. When he does he holds your hand to his chest and rubs your hand softly. Telling you over and over again that everything will be okay.

Bull Randleman: He gets so protective. He would find you almost immediately and wouldn’t leave you out of his sight for a second. He’s so patient and caring while you’re in such a vulnerable state. “Trust me. I’ll never let someone do that to you again, darling. I promise.”

Floyd Talbert: He freaks out immediately, the tough guy act would be completely gone when he sees you get hurt. He doesn’t care about anything at the moment other than you and your safety. “It’s okay. I’m here. I’m not leaving.” He stays so close to you until you get better.

Eugene Roe: He gets there almost immediately and when he sees you he stops. He’s completely frozen for a second because he hates seeing you in such pain. “It’s gonna be okay, I promise.” He prays in his head the entire time while he fixes you up and hopes that you’ll make it through.

Skip Muck: He gets so serious when they tell him that you got hurt. He wants to know everything that happened to you. How it happened and if you would be okay, he would ask roe relentlessly until he got the answer he wanted. When you finally get better enough to see him he’s so sweet and gentle with you.

Don Malarkey : He wants to go find whoever hurt you but he also knows that he needs to be with you in the moment. He gets so so worried and the other guys would have to reassure him that you’re gonna be okay. He swears he can’t lose you. He can’t bear to do anything until he gets the “yes” that you’re okay.

Shifty Powers: When they tell him that you’ve been hurt, you were already taken away before he could see you. He would just sit by himself in silence. Not talking to anyone or engaging in conversation like he usually does. His spark would be gone until they let him know that you were gonna be alright.

Babe Heffron: His reaction would be a mixture of emotions, he would seem very angry and stressed when he finds out that you’re hurt. He feels like a horrible boyfriend because he thinks he could have protected you from being hurt. On the inside, he’s scared and terrified that you won’t make it back to him.

Frank Perconte: He needs to know where you are immediately once the guys let him know that you’ve been hurt. He feels sick to his stomach when they tell him something bad happened to you. He wish he could just take away your pain and you be happy and healthy. He wouldn’t be able to eat or sleep until he knew you were back to normal.

Ronald Speirs: He gets furious. One because he should have been there with you when it happened, and secondly because he believes that it could’ve been prevented if one of the other men were looking out for you. Until you get back from the hospital he would sink himself into paper work to pass time, waiting until he could see you again.

Chuck Grant: He doesn’t care for all of the details, he just needs to know if you’re okay or not. He honestly wishes that it was him getting hurt instead of you. He hopes that you will be okay and he really wishes that you won’t be in the hospital for too long. He would miss you too much :(

Johnny Martin: He honestly just gets pissed at the world. You’re the least deserving to get hurt and now you’re the one who is in such bad condition . He wishes he could do something to make you feel better. He feels like a bad s/o because he can’t immediately take the pain away from you.

Skinny Sisk: He would be in total shock. It never occurred to him that there was a possibility you could get hurt, his plans of you and him making it out perfectly fine vanished from his mind. If he does get the chance to see you he will promise to do anything to help you get better, and to be there for you no matter what.

David Webster : He thinks it’s a horrible joke when the guys tell him that you were hurt and now in the hospital. He’s in denial for a while. Still shocked that you got hurt when you were just talking to him moments ago. He tries to find a way to see you even if he gets in trouble.

Buck Compton: It breaks his heart when he sees you like that, fear would creep up into his mind and overwhelm him until he knew that you were going to be alright. He genuinely thought he lost you for a second and feels so much more protective over you afterwards.

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bellewintersroe · 1 year

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Band of Brothers headcanons <3

How they react when you, Easy’s nurse, find them hurt 🥺

Whereewwwwww just wanted to thank you all SO SO much for all the love and support! I love writing these headcannons so much, so to know you guys enjoy them is amazing! I appreciate you all so much.

Also if anybody has any requests for head cannons or scenarios let me know! Ship requests will be open again shortly.

Carwood Lipton:

Ahhhhhh you know when he almost takes a piece of shrapnel to the nuts in Carentan? That’s probably when you find him.

you both are kinda good friends at this point but there’s a little more between the two of you, and it’s very obvious.

but anyway you see his body get thrown backwards and fuck!!! You’re sprinting over, heart in your chest, luckily he’s alive when you and Tab fall down next to him.

lip let’s out a sigh of relief to see you there, an instant hand reaching out to land on yours, for comfort. It’s so subtle, and you’re making such a fuss over him you don’t notice at first.

Obviously when he thinks he’s blown a ball up, you look away, allowing him modesty when Floyd checks him.

when you get him into the jeep and he’s all patched up, you’re wiping his face clean, soothing him gently as he watches you through heavy eyelids, tired from the shot of morphine you’d injected.

I don’t think there would be many words spoken between the two of you, but Lip is so pleased you’re there with him, out of all the nurses he got lucky enough for you to treat him- plus, he’s got both his balls- thank god.

“Hey! It’s like winnin’ the lottery, he got the girl and he kept both his balls!”

“Yeah, yeah, thanks for pointing that out, Luz.”

Skip Muck:

Holy SHIT! He’s in complete shock when him and Penkala both climb out of the foxhole, somehow alive. A bomb landed near by, giving them a good shake up.

when he sees you he’s on hands and knees, crawling across the frozen floor, but he’s a little numb seeing as, you know, he did almost get hit by a bomb.

but anyway, you fall to your knees, beginning to cry in a mix of shock, horror and relief? Both of them are alive, your love Skip, is alive.

with the help of the other nurses and medics available you get the two to semi safety.

Skip can’t stop watching you, he’s fearful another bomb will go off and you’ll both be separated again.

Skips probably frightened for his life, it makes me sad because I don’t think you’d see him showing that level of fear that often.

poor guy probably just wants a good hug afterwards. I can imagine him resting his face against your chest, keeping his eyes shut to pretend he was somewhere much, much better than Bastogne with you.

Joe Liebgott:

“Oh my GOD, Joe, why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?!”

“Ahhh, it’s nothing, hun, y’know I’ll be fine.”

You’d probably have to fuss over him a great deal to get him sat down and cleaned up. Especially if he’s feeling stubborn.

even when you’re treating him he’s swatting your hands away saying he has to get back to the line. But I think showing him how serious you are will shut him up.

then he’d probably turn it into a game. Starts smirking and pulls your waist into him so he gets a face full of boobs. It’s been a while since you two have been semi alone, what can I say?

complains about the stitches hurt and suggests more than several ways of ‘making him feel better’.

probably chases after you out of the aid station with a half unzipped flyer, leaving you flustered and giggly, attempting to maintain a poker face.

Chuck Grant:

Big sad ok.

Obviously Chuck gets shot in the head veryyyy late into the game, the war in Germany is over, but everybody’s in a limbo waiting to be redeployed to the Pacific.

by this time you and Chuck are in a well established relationship, hell you’re even engaged to one another- I think this would be recent.

anyway, high off your recent engagement, this is the last thing the either of you expect.

so everybody’s kinda hush hush to tell you, but I think some how you’d overhear somebody accidentally spilling the horrific news in front of you.

I think we all know that would never go down too well. God, it’s devastating. You think you’ve lost him, but he’s such a fighter.

Chuck’s a little confused when he wakes up, he’d be in a lot of pain and probably slip in and out of consciousness for a while. But to have you there whenever he is somewhat awake means so much.

When he was fully awake, he’d remember glimpses of you, your hair, your voice and your ring. You’d be such a comfort for him.

You’d be there for him through his whole recovery, and although Chuck can be a little doubtful at times, he never once doubts your love for one another.

Shifty Powers:

You two have such a cute, little, blossoming romance when Shifty gets to go home. It’s all going perfect, it’s new and you’re both excited to see each other back in the States.

but when Shifty gets hurt unexpectedly, you bet you’re using all your points, racing to where he’s stationed, and staying with him as long as you think he needs.

he’d be in a lot of pain, but he’d be so relieved to see you, he’d still be smiling and blushing over you- and despite the fact he shouldn’t really move, he’s holding his hands out.

shocked when you start crying!

oh my god, he’d be so soft, he wouldn’t want you to cry and comforts you so gently.

he just wants you to be happy, so when he’s still recovering in Europe and the men are already at home, he’s insisting you go home, saying he feels guilty for keeping you stuck there.

but truthfully, you love being around him, it’s a rocky beginning to a relationship, but you fall in love there. When you both get home I feel like Shifty would have already wifed you up or he’s about to.

Floyd Talbert:

Smith accidentally stabs him, we all know the story. And you’re probably not staying to far away, already up and just wrapping up somebody’s arm or what not.

until you hear the cries of a medic, and the voice sounds eerily similar to Talbert’s. Fuck- you’re in shock when you realise it’s him!

tab kinda doesn’t want you to see him like that, so he’d deffo try to put on a brave face.

when he sees you crying in the jeep to the aid station he gets SO upset.

“no, no, no, my sweet girl, I’m fine.” Seriously he’s all up over you (as much as he can).

“See, baby? I can breathe, I can talk, it’s all cool.” Tries to act a little too brave and hurts himself again. It’s fine though, because when you’re calm enough to, you patch him up and you’re his own ‘personal nurse’.

seriously calls you Angel for the next hundred years after you looked after him.

when he feels better he BEGS you to stay around and give him the same amount of attention you did when he was first injured.

Cracks jokes and pokes your sides just to make you laugh.

for a hot minute he did think he was gonna die, but it’s fineeee, he’s okay and he’s back up and running in no time.

Dick Winters:

Nah this man is so cool, calm and collected. He’s more annoyed at HIMSELF for getting hit with a ricochet?

anyway, you’re probably busy patching up the wounded or tending to a casualty when it happened, by the time Winters is all seen to you’d probably only just be finishing. So he doesn’t bother telling you what’s happened, he figures it’s no emergency and doesn’t want to distract you.

but you know how rumours spread right? One person says something and then the next repeats something slightly distorted and so on.

so somehow you hear that he’s been SHOT and he’s possibly badly wounded, being moved out from the Aid station?!!!??

oh my GOD your heart stops. You’d search frantically, everywhere for him, and he’s nowhere to be seen wtf?!!

within 15 minutes or so you’re balling your eyes out, scurrying around until you spot a familiar figure in the distance.

Oops? He’s completely fine, already limping on his foot like a fool, he kinda laughs when you throw yourself into him, comforting you and telling him he’s literally ok.

stupid, army gossip. Winters would rub the back of your head (as long as you’re somewhere private lol) and ensure you’re okay over thinking that he was not ok.

Babe Heffron:

“Edward?! Where the hell are you?! Edward?!”

“Oh, Edward? You’re in trouble, Babe.” Babe’s scrambling to find you as soon as he hears the way you address him.

When he comes face to face to you outside the door you’re breathless and red in the cheeks, scanning over the bruise that was painfully near his eye.

“Ya hurt and ya didn’t come to me? I thought you’d killed yourself.” You’d let out a huge sigh of relief seeing he’s okay.

babe feels kinda guilty. News had spread that he was hurt and he should’ve gone to find you sooner, he just didn’t want to take your attention away from guys with worse off wounds.

“I’m sorry, y/n, I just didn’t wanna take ya time up? I’m ok though, see? Still in one piece for ya.”

“Jesus, Babe, ya scared me half to death.” After one playful shove, he knows you’re not seriously annoyed at him. But he is aware you wanna give him a little more attention, tending to that nasty cut of his.

secretly enjoys it. You’d sit on his lap and patch him up, maybe getting a little distracted half way through.

Gene Roe:

gene’s usually the one patching people up, not the one being patched up. So it’s a little weird for him to have the roles reversed.

Gene gets a couple pieces of shrapnel to the leg, so you insist on fixing him up. Now Gene had a hidden crush on you, he’s all red faced and stammering.

probably wouldn’t tell you if you’re accidentally hurting him. He’s too polite.

You’d probably feel his shy gaze and ahhhh it would make you so weak. I think even tho he is a little shy, Gene can be quite chatty?? Like I know he’s always portrayed as fairly quiet, but we do see this more playful side of him come out.

that’s how I feel like he’d be with you. And it’s sooo charming, he’s effortlessly cool and you’d probably fall straight in love with him there and then.

Lewis Nixon:

Okay I think it’s less of a scenario of him being hurt, and more like the possibility of him being dead- hear me out.

when the plane Lewis is in, ready to jump, is hit, you hear of the news wayyyy before Lewis is back to prove he’s safe.

so your kinda hidden relationship suddenly becomes very apparent when you’re uncontrollably sobbing, you’re a MESS.

Then he just rocks up and he’s like ‘hey what’s wrong with her?’ But he’s sooo grateful when you throw yourself in his arms. He didn’t realise how close to losing you he really was- well more like you losing him, but you get the jist.

god it makes Lewis realise just how scared to die he is, he wants to be with you forever, and when you’re laid in bed that night he’d hold you sooo close omg.

so angsty, but all turns out to be good in the end.

James ‘Moe’ Alley:

Okay so he’s not exactly with it when he’s wounded by like 37 shrapnel pieces. Even though he’s conscious, he’s spaced out in shock.

probably when he wakes up from the morphine shot and he’s recovering in the aid station, does he realise you’re there besides him, tears staining your face.

he’d notice immediately that you were upset and want to console you, tell him he’s fine, but he winces as soon as he tries to lift his body.

Omg sooo soft and gentle and reassuring, you would think YOU’RE the one that’s hurt. He so desperately doesn’t want you to worry over him, the emotional pain would stay with him for much longer than the physical would.

probably get a little sad when he’s taken away to the hospital and you can’t see each other for months. It feels like a lifetime, ugh the agony in his heart is too much, he just wants to be back with his girl!

Wayne ‘Skinny’ Sisk:

“I’m in heaven, Doc.” He’d sigh and gaze up to you with the sweetest eyes.

fml he’s so adorable, and you’re always back in Bastogne town / the field hospital, so you’d be able to visit him sooo often.

I think he’d be super reassured by your presence, the fact you’re taking time out of your day to visit him? Ah he’s in love.

you’d sit and play cards together, even if you only have 5 minutes.

oddly he’d enjoy your company? He didn't so much enjoy a tree exploding into his leg, but oddly he’s somewhat grateful because that’s what brought the two of you together.

would purposefully brush his hands over yours when you’re playing cards, it’s a small flirty gesture, but it’s cute.

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