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can u pretty please write something (prompts work too!) about joe liebgott falling in love with a german nurse? ♥️

Joseph Liebgott x Original Female Character

An Angel of Death

A/N: Hello, everyone. I’m free finally. (Okay it’s almost been a month but I have been enjoying the start of the summer. I’m so incredibly happy right now it is insane.) I hope this piece is a good enough kick off to me being more active on here. And I hope you all are doing well. (And also please give me your opinions on my writing, I’d love to hear what you have to say.)

This story is dedicated to anon, it’s not very lovey dovey but I hope you enjoy it still!

Translation of the german phrases:

Hände hoch - Hands up

Entschuldigung - I’m sorry

Synopsis: Is there ever a good time to fall in love? Suppose war would be as good a time as any.

Disclaimer: This work is based on the characters as they are portrayed in the HBO series Band of Brothers and is by no means meant as an offense to any of the real men that it was based on.

When Joseph Liebgott had first seen her she had been a mess. She had been standing in the aftermath of a bloodbath. Her fellow soldiers laying where they had fallen, struck down by the raining bullets from their opposition’s guns. The snow had been stained by their blood, making the mix of colours match with the red and white cross on her arm. He was at once reminded of an angel of death because of the almost graceful way she was holding herself. The sole survivor amongst her group. Her hair had escaped from the scarf that was wrapped around it, long strands whipping in the wind, a stark contrast from her immobile stance. Her nurse’s uniform had been stained with scarlett. The old and new taints intertwining to create an intriguing pattern that he found himself slowly following, his eyes trailing the length of her body. She had held her hands in tightly shut fists which he, upon drawing closer, discovered were shaking vigorously.

“Hände hoch!” Joe had demanded in german watching her slowly unclench her hands before complying.

Her cheeks had been flushed from the cold and her lips red by the excessive nervous biting they had suffered. She had looked beautiful. Something which had made him angry with himself because in his eyes she had been a nazi.

“Come here. Keep your hands raised.” She had not uttered a word so he had kept addressing her in german.

She hadn’t said a single thing until they were back by their foxholes, when Captain Winters had stopped by to talk to her. Before Joe had time to translate the words she had responded in only slightly accented english.

“I am a nurse, yes. I wish I had answers for all of your questions but I’ve never been trusted with any key information. But I’ll try to help in any way I can.” She had surprised them all by speaking.

Joe hadn’t liked the way his heart surged at her words, because helpful or not, she was still part of the german army. Winters had dismissed him after that and he had left, his mind still burning with the image of her in the blood-stained snow.

The next day he had been put on guard duty. She had been sitting in a foxhole farther from the front line, her head leaned back against the dirt wall and eyes closed. The air passing through her slightly parted lips like smoke because of the chill in the air.

For just a second he had stopped, mesmerized by the peaceful look on her face. He coughed, still staring at the her intently. “This is not nap-time.” His voice getting stuck in his throat making the words come out harsher then he had intended.

She had startled at the sound of his voice, before looking up at him sheepishly. “Entschuldigung.” Her voice was even and sure, making him feel like more of a fool.

Not bothering to answer he had slid down opposite her, trying to keep his face cold and distant.

Looking shy all of a sudden the woman in front of him had averted her eyes. “I’m Edith.” She had offered, extending her hand for him to shake.

Joe had glared at the hand in confusion. He could not for the life of him figure her out. Edith was a POW, but here she was greeting her capturers like friends. When he failed to shake her hand, she had let it fall, a pretty blush appearing across her cheeks.

When he the next day, had been assigned to guard her again he had once again slid down into the foxhole albeit reluctantly.

There she had been, again, a peaceful look on her face, eyes closed. He had wondered what Edith was thinking about. His mind snidely pointing out that she was probably thinking about her Führer, content in knowing she was doing her best to serve him. This made his expression sour, and when she opened her eyes and offered a smile in greeting he had only frowned. That day she had gotten bored of staying quiet after a little while. Edith had asked him about his home. And although he hadn’t bothered to answer it had made her tell him about her own.

She was from a poor working family, she had said. Her father had worked for a jew as a shoemaker in his shop, and when it had been shut down he had had a hard time finding a new workplace. As she had said the next bit she had looked him in the eye, her words accompanied by a desperate look. When the war had broke out, her father and brother joined the army as an attempt to save both their reputation and to provide for the family. This had left Edith alone with her mother who spent most of the day in a chair by the window, gazing out as if waiting for her husband and son to be back at any minute, not away fighting. She had been going out of her mind in that house, the meager rations and little extra money hadn’t been enough for the eighteen year old to give her mother the care she needed. So Edith had jumped at the chance sign up as a nurse to contribute some money on her own.

After, she had fallen silent. Her eyes had flicked up to his, gauging his reaction. “I’m not a nazi.” Her voice had been quiet but not weak, making him strain to hear her. “I was just unfortunate enough to be born in the wrong country, trying to survive in a society based on a system that is unjust and cruel. Not strong enough to fight back.”

Joe hadn’t known what to respond to that. So he had let the silence fall once again, and they didn’t talk more that day.

The next time he had guarded her was a few days later.

“I’m Joe. Liebgott.” He had said as way of greeting, sliding down opposite her once again.

Her small smile had been relieved, as she gave a nod, unsure just what he was inviting to. Joe had been confounded by his own behaviour. Usually he was loud, a little rude, and let his mouth run before he thought, but something about her had made him hesitant to speak.

Over the following days their conversations had hesitantly started to blossom. And the first time Joe had made her laugh in earnest, the kind of laugh that entailed head being thrown back, eyes squinting and cheeks flushing, his heart had seized. When she had calmed down and looked at him again, her eyes had sparkled and for a moment he had been able to forget all about the war.

The friendship between them was something he would have never had anticipated. But he had found himself looking forward to guard duty just for the sake of seeing her. Little by little her quirks had became a source for admiration and when she had told him stories about her childhood he found that they were not so unlike his own. So he had started sharing pieces of himself, first as a consolation of how vile he had been to her in the beginning, but after awhile he couldn’t have imagined not telling her.

She had told him about her time with the german army, about the young boys who hadn’t even know what they were doing as they shot someone down. About how she had seen soldiers cry as she patched them up, revealing to her their prayers to God to just end them instead of making them fight anymore.

Edith had been unlike anyone he had ever met before. Though that could have just been because he had been surrounded by war for so long that he had forgotten what it was like to have a normal conversation. She had been clever and strong and fair. So overly aware of herself, and she had often told him that she was ashamed for not doing more. For letting her mother end up the way she did, for not finding another solution for her father and brother. But mostly for not resisting and for her country not resisting.

He hadn’t even realised that he was in love with her until she had gone. He had arrived one day to see tear tracks on her dusty cheeks and had been struck with the painful surge his heart gave at the sight. He had not recognised it for the heartbreak that it was.

He had slid down into the foxhole like he always did, although that time with a look of concern etched onto his face. “What’s wrong?”

Edith had flinched a little at the words, looking up at him as if she wasn’t even seeing him. He had seen as he came into focus before her and her eyes had filled with tears threatening to spill. “I’m just so afraid.” She had said.

He had had this urge to hold her and he had wished so intently that there was something he could have said to make it all better.

Her eyes had been searching his face for something before she warily said, “Today I am leaving, and I am never coming back.”

“What?” He had been so shocked, as if all that time he had spent with her hadn’t been borrowed from the start.

“I have no more information that I can give you and I am a burden to you all.”

Edith had looked so sad when she said it. An unspoken apology in her eyes. As if there had ever been something she could have done about it. He had wanted to tell her then, even if he hadn’t known what it was he wanted to say but instead that image of her on the battlefield appeared before his eyes. The angel of death, only now with tears of grief falling down her face. He could even see himself lying there before her, red blossoming from a wound right over his heart.

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just wanted to let y’all know that I have a shit-ton to do atm so I haven’t had time to write in my freetime. I finish school June 4th and from then on I will start being active, writing prompts and such. 

Sorry for the wait, but I promise it’ll be worth it (hopefully)

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Donald Malarkey x Reader

“Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.” 

A/N: Hi, it’s been a minute. I’ve been really busy with school and had a little bit of writer's block. This one has been in the making for about a month now and I just wasn’t sure how to finish it off, so I decided to leave it like this. Hope you like it!

Also I just wanted to say to tell me if you have requests for a story, having a purpose makes writing a little easier too!

Synopsis: They had already lost so much, so why did this have to keep happening?

Disclaimer: This work is based on the characters as they are portrayed in the HBO series Band of Brothers and is by no means meant as an offense to any of the real men that it was based on.

They were a miserable crowd that trudged into Haguenau. David Webster was back, smiling as if their reunion was something celebratory. His greeting had been colder then he had expected and when he joined in with second platoon all they could do was stare at his clean uniform and spotless face, dirtfree and scarless.

Ardennes and Foy had taken a hard toll on Donald Malarkey. Losing some of his best friends had taken a hard toll on him. He was battered now, sharper somehow, than before. His smiles were rare things, and he was more drawn back, disconnected from the rest of the men since taking up the role of leading the platoon. Besides, the loss he had suffered made him hesitant to open up to anyone else.

Y/n eyed him worriedly feeling a spike of sadness at his slumped posture. He looked different, not necessarily in a bad way, the raggedy look suited him. It made his interior, affected by the horrible experiences of war, reflect onto the outside.

He had just gotten back from showering, wearing a set of clean uniforms. His exhaustion was easy to spot, but then again, each and every one of them was exhausted. It was something in his eyes though, that Y/n knew had the potential to grow into hopelessness. They were all so close to that point and she was afraid that he would tip over the edge.

“Hey Don,” Y/n offered him as genuine a smile she could. “You clean up nice!” She said when she had his attention.

He chuckled drily. But the look in his eyes remained, and he didn’t smile. It made her heart hurt that she couldn’t do more. She met his eyes with a sad smile, noticing the look on her face Don walked over to her, putting an arm over her shoulder and squeezing a little. His other hand was preoccupied with lighting the smoke resting between his lips. When he got it to light up, Y/n was quick to steal it and take a long drag and lowering the cigarette before exhaling. She looked up at him turning her body more towards him and pressed a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Before, when she’d done that it had always caused him to smile brightly at her but now he just let out a little relieved sigh.

“How are you holding up?” She felt him tense up at the question.

They avoided those topics most of the time. Since it was little they could do about their situation, they had agreed that it was pointless to bring up any unnecessary distress. But Y/n felt alone and Don was the only person she wanted to talk to.

He offered her the shortest response possible. “As best I can.” Shooting her an apologetic look, he brought up a hand to touched the side of her face.

Y/n leaned in to the touch before bringing the cigarette back up to her lips and breathing in the smoke. She closed her eyes as she exhaled, the feeling of desperation overcoming her all of a sudden. Tilting her head forward a little so she could rest her forehead against Don’s she inhaled another drag, letting the smoke shift out of her nose.

“I really need to shower.” She muttered instead of pressing on. As much as she trusted and respected the men, she did not feel comfortable showering with all of them.

Don leaned back to look her up and down as if he hadn’t realised her dirty state, which to be fair he probably hadn’t since it was what they were all used to. “Do you want me to talk to Speirs or Winters to see if you can get a more private option?”

Y/n sighed, she didn’t want to cause any trouble. “It’s okay, I’ll just wait until everyone else is done.” She closed her eyes, she just wanted to get some sleep.

Since Don was no longer going on the patrol he had been ordered to get some rest which Y/n found a relief. But she was worried about the other men. This mission seemed pointless and unnecessarily dangerous. The looks on everyone’s faces when Webster and that new lieutenant had entered the room had been somber. And when Web had revealed that out of the fifthteen men, Heffron, McClung and Ramirez were definitely going, the mood had become even more grim.

“I’m afraid.” Y/n whispered, feeling brave with her eyes closed.

Don put his arms around her and gathered her into a hug, one hand coming up to stroke her hair. She let out a shuddering breath leaning in to him.

“This patrol is so unnecessary and I’m scared for the men going. I don’t want anyone else to get hurt.” Her words came out muffled by his shoulder.

“I know.” They both knew there were no comfort to be found in empty promises. So he didn’t try to reassure her that everything would be fine.

                                                              ~

Eugene Jackson was only 20 years old, and now he was dead. Y/n was sitting on a chair staring at his dead body. One escaped tear created a trail in the dirt that dusted her face. The only thing she could do was stare, they had all fallen silent, unsure what happens next. It seemed as if the silence stretched out, and when the air became too pressing, Y/n stood up without a word and left the room.

The midnight breeze did nothing to help her breathe. With shaky hands she lit a cigarette trying to calm her raging thoughts. She walked to the room where Don was sleeping and almost stopped when she realised that he didn’t know. He would blame himself, no doubt. Though her selfish need for him was bigger than the part of her who wanted to protect him by letting him remain unknowing at least for a little while longer. Y/n knocked on the door softly before entering without waiting for an answer. As she toed off her shoes she wiped away another stray tear before she lay down beside Don on the bed. He flinched a little when he woke, blinking as she came into focus before his eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong,” He shifted as his eyes searched her eyes, noticing the frantic look in them.

Y/n shook her head, pressing her face into his shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of military soap and a little sweat. After a few calming breaths she lifted her head to look at him.

“Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.” She was ashamed by how selfish that comment was.

Don looked confused, it wasn’t that the desperation in her voice was unheard of, but it was a strange thing to wake up to.

He lifted his hand to touch the side of her face. “Did something happen, Y/n?” The concern was clear in his voice.

Changing the subject Y/n stumbled over her words. “Tell me about when you knew you loved me.”

She could see the hesitation on his face but still he complied.

“It was just before the battle of Foy that it finally clicked.” He paused to stroke her hair. “In Ardennes, I couldn’t even think and when,” Don fell silent only for a second. “Muck and Penkala got hit, all I could think was that what if you were gone too.”

Y/n knew how hard losing his best friends had been for Don, especially when Buck left too. So talking about it was not something he tended to do. She reached out to show her comfort by squeezing his hand.

He let her take his hand without protest, giving her a half smile. “When I saw you after everything I felt like I could almost breathe again.”

Y/n remembered that moment, out of nowhere she had been engulfed in a tight embrace, and she had flinched in surprise before she got a glimpse of Don’s red hair which made her relax and spin around so that she could properly hug back. He had hid his face in the crook of her neck and although she would never bring it up she had heard and felt his tears against her skin.

“I didn’t want to have something happen to either of us without telling you.” He smiled then, properly, and although it was tinged with sadness, the happiness was there too. “And then you told me that you loved me, and you kissed me. I had never been so desperate for someone.” he smirked cheekily, “I felt like I was going to die, more than I had ever done in battle, and I just knew that this was something new, something I had never experienced before. So that was when I knew that I loved you.”

Y/n started crying then, it was only silent tears making their way down her cheeks, but since Don was facing her it was easy to tell. His small smile fell then, and he looked worried.

“Tell me what’s wrong, Y/n” He said it with his commanding voice, that he used whenever he had to order the platoon around.

“Jackson got hit by his own grenade.” She sounded cold despite the obvious the distress her tears was showing. “He’s dead.”

Again that awful pressing silence descended over the room.

Don broke it with a low “Fuck”.

Instead of saying anything else, he wrapped his arms around her and they just laid there in silence as the sun rose outside marking the start of a new day.

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Hey I’m sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you take requests or if you’re still writing? I love your BOB fics by the way :)

Hi, I’m sorry for such a late response. You’re no bother at all! I’m still writing and I’d love to take your request. I’ve just had a lot to do lately. But if you have a request just tell me and I’ll try to get it done as soon as possible.Thank you so much, that means the world to me

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A gentle flick of his wrist went to extinguish the cigarette.

The elegant move mark the end of their conversation.

She watch the simmering embers and the spiraling smoke.

“Stay.” But he was gone by the time that she spoke.

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Joseph Liebgott x Reader

Part 2 of “That’s starting to get annoying”.

A/N: This was supposed to be based on a prompt but went in a completely different direction. 

Synopsis: The war in Europe is over and you are waiting for further orders in Austria. You are starting to feel like yourself after pretending to be a man for so long. Joe and you are managing your relationship but there is some pressure about the more physical aspects. You finally have a conversation about it.

Disclaimer: This work is based on the characters as they are portrayed in the HBO series Band of Brothers and is by no means meant as an offense to any of the real men that it was based on.

Wartime seemed to be coming to an end, they were currently stationed in Austria, a beautiful country which appeared like the Garden of Eden after the hell they had been through. They were still riding the high of capturing Berchtesgaden and the war being over in Europe. They had started to see the potential of a life after.

Although the war was still raging in Japan and most didn’t have enough points to go home, the spirit among them had changed completely.

Training again was tough but they had roofs over their heads, beds, food and hot showers. It was everything they could have asked for and more. Y/n was enjoying the clear water, going on swims, and the sun hitting her face. She had started to grow her hair out again, it made her feel a little more like herself.

Most of all she was enjoying Joseph Liebgott. They took every chance they got to sneak off, making out against walls of buildings or lounging in the grass somewhere. They hadn’t had sex yet. The opportunity hadn’t presented itself, there were too many people around most of the time. Not that they didn’t want to, Y/n didn’t feel like it was a big rush, but she was still nervous.

She had just finished a swim, since she was still wearing men’s clothing she was clad in a t-shirt and a pair of skivvies. Coming out of the water she lifted her hands to push her hair out of her face. A groan reverberated over the water at the sight of her shirt clinging to her body leaving nothing to imagination.

“You are killing me Y/n.” Joe said running his eyes appreciatively over her figure.

Y/n just laughed and shook her head. He was standing by the shore, eyes bright and hair a little tousled, she figured he had probably woken up and gone straight here. Going up to him she smiled mischievously before pressing her soaked body against him, wrapping her arms around him at his protests.

“Good morning.” Y/n pressed a kiss on the base of his throat and felt him shiver when she murmured the words.

“A good morning indeed,” His hands wandered lower to squeeze her butt.

Rolling her eyes she couldn’t help but smile. The sun was hitting part of his face making him squint to spare his eyes but it was also making his eyes a swirl of colours. He was looking down at her, hair falling over his forehead. Y/n liked his eyes. Not because they were particularly special, but because there was kindness in them and humor. Somehow they conveyed every emotion as clear as if he’d shouted it. He was easy to read if you knew where to look. Joe was a passionate person and Y/n admired that about him. Sometimes he let things go to his head and acted recklessly. And though she didn’t always agree with them, she respected his choices if he was sure that he was doing the right thing.

Y/n slid her hands up to rest on his cheeks. She shut her eyes as she leant forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Pulling away slightly she met his gaze. “I like you a lot.” Smiling she kissed him again before stepping back.

Joe put on his famous smirk as soon as he had recovered. “Good thing I like you too then, sweetheart.” His eyes softening a little when he looked at her.

Y/n just winked at him before turning to the clothes she had brought to change into. Glancing over her shoulder she noticed Joe’s intense stare. It made her blush and she hesitated with her hands resting on the hem of the shirt.

“I’ll turn around if you want.” Joe had noticed her hesitation.

She sighed. “It’s not that, just feeling a little self-conscious I guess.”

Undressing in front of other people wasn’t exactly something she was used to. Especially not after these last few years of hiding it at all costs. Y/n didn’t think she’d seen herself properly in two years. Not that she cared about her looks much after what they had gone through and the things that she’d seen. After Landsberg, any criticism of her body felt like she was commiting a personal offence to each and everyone of those men. This wasn’t about that at all. Of course she wanted Joe to find her desirable but it was the other way around she was worried about. She was afraid he’d see her body and forget who she was. That he would remember that she wasn’t just one of the guys and start treating her differently.

“I already know that you are beautiful, Y/n.” He was attempting to reassure her, but he was getting it all wrong.

She suddenly felt angry, turning around she fixed him with a glare “I am not fishing for compliments Joseph.” The use of his full name got the desirable effect, his eyes widened and he opened his mouth in shock.

“I’m sorry. Fuck. I just figured that maybe that was why you’ve been so against us sleeping together.” Joe didn’t even realise he was digging his grave deeper.

“What did you just say?” Y/n’s voice was dangerously calm as she narrowed her eyes at him.

He looked startled and shifted a little while he talked. “I don’t know. I just thought maybe you were worried that I wasn’t gonna find you hot enough or something.”

Y/n laughed all low and throaty. “Fuck you!” She spat, walking closer to him as she spoke. “My value does not lie in whether my body is desirable enough for you, you arrogant asshole.” To punctuate her statement she poked his chest with a finger. “I don’t give a shit what you think.”

Y/n was fuming and didn’t want to look at him for another second so she turned back to the pile of clothes before swiftly tugging her t-shirt off her body, she picked up the dry one from the ground and slid it over her head before repeating the action with her underwear. She angrily snatched the cargo pants from the ground and pulled them up, buttening them as she turned around to face the shocked look on Joe’s face.

Staring at her Joe opened his mouth as if to say something, before closing it again. At last he managed to choke out. “What the fuck just happened?”

“You were being a fucking idiot. That’s what happened.” Y/n crossed her arms over her chest.

Joe searched her face for something, he moved closer. “I don’t think your value is determined by your body Y/n.” He said softly. “I’ve known you for almost three years. Fuck I even fell in love with you while you were pretending to be a boy for fuck’s sake so don’t you dare say that.” Pulling a hand through his hair he let out a frustrated sigh.

All she could do was stare. “Fell in love?”

He shot her a glare. “Yes, fell in love. I’m in love with you. Fuck.” Lowering his gaze to the ground. “I thought you knew that.”

“Before you even knew I was a woman?” She tried to catch his eyes, but he kept looking down.

Nodding, a blush spread across his cheeks. “Yes.”

“Oh, Joe.” Warmth filled her chest. She couldn’t help the smile that appeared on her face. Feeling ashamed that she had underestimated him like that.

Joe hadn’t lifted his eyes from the ground and a frown curved his eyebrows. “I understand if that makes you not want to be with me.” He thought her reaction was out of disgust.

“What?” Y/n stared at him in bewilderment. “Why wouldn’t I want to be with you?”

“Because I am attracted to men.” He thought about his short infatuation with David and how afraid he’d been that anyone would find out. And when he’d started falling for Y/n he had been even more scared because it felt different from a crush.

Y/n found this ridiculous, but knew better than to laugh. “Joe,” She paused, she wanted him to look at her when she said this. “Look at me please.” She saw him reluctantly lift his head. “I want to be with you. The only reason I care that you are attracted to men is because I wonder if you are attracted to me like this.” She gestured to her body, he had a vulnerable look in his eyes. “No matter who you are attracted to I support you. It doesn’t make you any less than anyone else.” She smiled softly at him.

“Both,” He murmured. “I am attracted to you now but I was also attracted to you before.” He deigned to indicate that he had heard the rest.

“Then that is all that matters.” She said decidedly. “And Joe. I love you.”

He flinched a little at those words. As if they had caught him off guard and Y/n realised that he probably thought that he’d never get to hear them from her after he had told her what he felt. She walked up to him touching his arm gingerly. Wishing that she could reassure him that she was telling him the truth.

“I have never been in love with anyone before. But, what you mean to me, is everything. More than living, that is how much I love you.” These words felt too important to be spoken out loud just like that so she made herself whisper them. Her hands were hanging at her sides a little spread as if waiting to embrace him.

Joe seemed to shudder when she said that and finally stepped into her space, wrapping his arms around her tightly and pressing his face into the crook of her neck. She felt his tears but didn’t comment, she knew he had had enough for one day.

And because she knew he had to hear it she whispered the words to him once again, like it was a secret between just the two of them. “I love you.”

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Let’s talk about the Gilette ‘We Believe: the Best Men Can Be’ campaign real quick. It is a fucking masterpiece and it is laughable the amount of grownup men that feel the need to criticize it. 

How do you justify your argument that, standing up for a kid who is being bullied, separating a fight between your sons, telling someone who is about to harass a woman that it is not okay, is emasculating?

How does looking after other people or letting other people look after you become something anti-male?

How ignorant can you get?

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Eugene Roe x Reader

“I haven’t slept in ages.” 

A/N: Still writing from the same prompt list. I rewatched Bastogne today during a particularly slow class and felt like crying the whole time. Eugene Roe is just such a lost little bean throughout the entire episode. Since I can’t give him the hug he deserves I wrote this instead. 

Synopsis: You are searching for context in a war that you are tired of fighting. And Eugene appears to you like a mirage to a thirsty man in the desert. 

Disclaimer: This work is based on the characters as they are portrayed in the HBO series Band of Brothers and is by no means meant as an offense to any of the real men that it was based on.

Eugene was sitting a little bit away from the others, a cigarette resting between his lips, laughing at what was being said. Y/n had just arrived and had stopped to admire the way his jaw clenched when he dragged in another breath of smoke. She was shivering from the cold, not used to how different the chill felt in the woods compared to inside the church in Bastogne, but something warmed in her chest when she saw him.

Adjusting her grip around the crate she was holding she approached him. His eyes shifted to her when he noticed her presence and she saw the recognition that sparked in them.

Eugene moved his cigarette from between his lips to make it easier to talk. “Y/n?” He sounded hesitant as if he wasn’t sure he could trust his own recollection.

Y/n nodded, feeling silly when disappointment stung at his uncertainty. “Last time you came by you said you were still short on supplies. We managed to scramble some things together for you.”

He blinked, obviously at loss before recovering with an “Ah, thank you.“. He caught himself having waited a second too long before hurrying to stand and get the crate from her.

Eugene had smudges of blue under his eyes, and his gaze was a little droopy. Y/n looked at him in concern. “When was the last time you slept?” She scanned his figure for more proof of sleep deprivation.

He let out a soft laugh. “That obvious, huh?” One of his hands came up to rub at his eyes. “I haven’t slept in ages.”

Of course he hadn’t, he was stupidly loyal to his fellow soldiers and him offering up his own wellbeing to accommodate them didn’t exactly come as a surprise. Y/n sighed, she couldn’t imagine how difficult it must be to catch up on sleep in the midst of everything here.

“You are not much use to the men if your brain is barely functioning from the lack of sleep.” She knew this was the only way to go about it, twisting it to be for someone else’s sake rather than because he was important too.

“I just haven’t had a chance to take a break.” Eugene was quick to give an excuse, though it sounded rehearsed and Y/n got the feeling that he had repeated it a few too many times. “How’ve you been?” Eugene offered her a cigarette which she took with a nod of her head as thank you.

“I’ve been.” In this town there really was just existing or dying and they were so closely intertwined that she sometimes didn’t know which one applied to her. She smiled apologetically at him, breathing out a cloud of smoke. “You know how it is, I don’t have time to do much other than treat the wounded.”

He nodded in agreement, “But you, Renée and Anna are managing alright?”

Y/n smiled. “Yeah, yeah we’re managing.” She took a seat on a crate-turned-stool on the ground. “What about you? You don’t have a lot of help around here, do you?”

“Don’t worry about me, I’m making it work.” Eugene took another drag from his cigarette.

Y/n sighed, trying to sense how much truth there was in that statement. Deciding to drop it she took a deep breath, she was dreading the moment when she’d have to head back to town.

“I hate this.” She whispered. It felt shameful to admit it. “I hate treating all the men that come into that church.” She swallowed the lump in her throat. “They really believe that we are going to save them but then they die just like all the rest. And there is not a damn thing I can do about it.”

Eugene was silent for a moment. “It’s okay.” He spoke carefully, leaning forward to make it easier to hear before he continued. “You try. And you give them hope. Which is more than most have to offer. I know I’d be grateful to die hoping rather than miserably.”

They fell silent again. Y/n glanced at the man beside her. His lips were blue from the cold and his nose a little red. She could even make out some snowflakes that had gotten caught in his eyelashes. His face seemed to set in scepticism whenever he was focusing really hard on something, the way he was right now.

“What are you thinking of?” She noticed the way he blinked before looking up.

Shaking his head thoughtfully he offered her a small smile. “My grandmother.” Eugene met her eyes. “You remind me of her a little.”

Y/n looked at him in surprise. “Yeah?” She wanted him to keep talking. His voice seemed to soothe the restlessness in her soul.

“Yeah. Just the way you feel things.” He looked a little embarrassed when he admitted that, it made Y/n smile though.

“The way I feel things.” She murmured to herself. How did she feel things? Too personally and deep like one of the wounds on the men she treated.

Most things around here were ugly. The rows of stacked bodies along the path to the church, the screams from dying soldiers and the blocks of stone from destroyed buildings. Everyday was like trying to sunbathe in the middle of a storm. She had tried forcing herself to anticipate each day as if it would be the end of the war. Soon enough the false hope just made her bitter and instead Y/n just accepted that this was it. The end of everything, her life as she knew it had seized to exist. It was the only way to stay sane in a place like this.

The only thing she had encountered in this place that wasn’t ugly was the man before her. Eugene was like no one she’d ever met before. Not one of the soldiers, nurses or civilians deserved to be here, but him more than most belonged in a different world. This wonder of a man.

“Gene,” Faltering she looked up to meet his eyes. “I’m glad you’re here.”

This was met by a sad smile. And of course. It was an incredibly selfish thing to say but to her, this moment made all of the horrible things she’d seen worth it.

He took her hand, giving it a soft squeeze.

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the way eugene roe says “scissors” reblog if u agree

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Grasping hands of reassurance,

Timid smiles enough as insurance.

Wandering gazes linger,

Answered with a thoughtfully hooked finger.

Titanic (1997) dir. James Cameron

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Joseph Liebgott. 

A piece of fucking art. 

Just look at him.

Zim-Zam GODDAMN.

Ain’t nobody fresher than my mother fucking clique

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I can’t tell them that, sir.

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Blackened knuckles painted red, 

Followed by a smoker’s inward breath, 

His focus on the dull throb of pain 

Reminded of what it is like to feel again. 

They just don’t want to pretend to be grieving

When they tell him to keep believing 

via weheartit

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Reblog if you’re in the Band of Brothers fandom

(I can’t be the only person curious to find out how many people love these adorable boys as much as I do)

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Joseph Liebgott x Reader

“I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.” 

A/N: Still writing from the same prompt list. I just wanted to thank anyone who read my last two fics and left a like. It means the world to me!

Also if you would like to see me write about anyone in particular just let me know. Right now I’m just writing about whoever I feel inspired by (Joe Liebgott might also be my favorite so there’s a chance there’ll be an abundance of fics starring him if no one tells me otherwise.).

Synopsis: Joe gets a little affected after a battle. You make sure he gets his wound checked out and follow the doctors order to get some rest after.

Disclaimer: This work is based on the characters as they are portrayed in the HBO series Band of Brothers and is by no means meant as an offense to any of the real men that it was based on.

“Drop a prisoner, the rest'll jump you.” Winters shot Joe a stern look. “l want all prisoners alive.”

“Yes, sir.”

Joe was practically fuming when he turned away from Winters to take the German prisoners back to base. The bandage around his neck was messily tied and he was beginning to bleed through it. Y/N knew that this got to him, the total slaughter of the German soldiers, but he was trying hard to shape it into hate instead of coming to terms with any, more complicated, emotions.

When she saw him back in the village they were currently being accommodated in, he looked even more worse for wear. He had yet to get his wound fixed up, he had dirt caked all over his face and his anger was still seething. 

That impossible man Y/N though, torn between the urge to throttle him and hug him. Instead of walking to the houses where the medics had set base like she expected him to, he walked towards a little set up of a table and two chairs that was stood on a grass patch in between two houses. Her gaze softened when she took in the way he slumped down, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. He was tired, she knew. She had heard him whisper it to her when they were on the brisk of sleep and he finally allowed himself to be vulnerable.

Y/n sat down in the chair opposite from him. She was careful to stay silent and passive as she knew any wrong move would make him lash out. It hurt her that he felt the need to put on this facade all the time. But if she hinted at a vulnerability without him being ready to discuss it those walls would come up faster than a speeding bullet.

After a minute or two in silence he looked up at her. Joseph Liebgott knew he looked rough. He really should go get that wound fixed up but right now he felt that sitting on this chair and talking to his girl was all he could manage.

Even though he thought he didn't deserve to he reached across the table to grab her hand. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Y/n repeated softly, squeezing his hand a little. “What's going on?”

She had settled for a question that would allow him to take this conversation whichever way he wanted to.

“Just talking to a beautiful girl.” He gave her a shadow of a smile.

Shaking her head, she laughed softly. “Yeah, yeah, I knew that part already.” She matched her words with a wink.

“My neck hurts like fuck.” Joe brought his hand up to touch the covered wound with a wince.

This time Y/N raised an eyebrow. She grabbed for the hand he moved to touch the wound. “Stop touching it, or you’ll make it worse.”

This was easier somehow, pretending to flirt and playfully scold each other. Y/n wished that she could have known him elsewhere, to have seen him engulfed by a Flash Gordon comic or behind the wheel of his cab. Though she knew it didn’t matter much the where so long as she just got to know him.

“Sorry,” He muttered, putting on a ridiculous pout.

“I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.” Y/n refused to give into his antics, for all the pretence otherwise, she was worried. It wasn’t that bad a wound but leaving it untreated could be risking an infection.

“But Y/n.” He whined making a point of exaggeration his pout once again.

Despite herself Y/n couldn’t help but smile a little. “No buts, come along now.” She stood up, still holding onto his hand. “I’ll even stay the whole time if they let me.”

Still grumbling under his breath Joe stood up letting her lead him towards the medic center. Doc noticed them as soon as they walked in, approaching them with a serious look on his face.

“Oh oh, you made him grouchy.” Y/n had time to whisper before he reached them.

“Y/n.” Doc nodded to her before turning his attention to Lieb. “Were you just planning on letting that wound fester or are you just arrogant enough to think you are too tough to need medical attention?”

Y/n had to stifle a giggle because she had always thought Doc Roe kind reminded her of an angry kitten when he got like this.

Fortunately Joe knew better than to argue in that moment, he just hung his head a little which was the common reaction when receiving a scolding from Eugene. There was just something about him, when he got upset with you, you knew it was justified.

“Sorry Doc.”

They moved further into the room, Doc making Joe sit down. Y/n ended up lingering a little way away unsure of what to do.

“You can sit too, if you want” Eugene was focused on the wound now so he spoke without looking up just gesturing to the empty space on what was serving as a gurney.

Y/n sat down, one hand resting, palm up, on her right thigh, the one closest to Joe. Giving him the opportunity to grab it if he wanted to. As Doc turned away to prepare a needle she felt a rough hand encompass hers and let a tiny smile show on her face, especially when Joe kept holding on even when Roe turned back to start stitching him up.

After he’d gotten fixed up they headed towards the house they had been assigned to.

“So do I get any sympathy now?” Joe asked suggestively smirking at her.

Laughing, Y/n shoved at his arm. “Shut up.” But she was smiling. He looked better now.

Then he surprised her by stretching out his hand for her. He must have noticed the startled look on her face because he faltered a little beginning to take his hand back. Quickly she grabbed him, smiling brightly to him. Most of the time they tried to remain professional, war really wasn’t the time to begin this, whatever it was. They just stayed close and Y/n continued to care about him so much that it physically hurt. The aspects of a relationship that they were both starved of would have to wait, kissing him would have to wait. This was why he was so reluctant to show affection in public, if anyone interpreted it in the wrong way it would only mean trouble for them both.

The room was surprisingly empty of people, it had three sets of bunk beds and was really too narrow for six full grown men too share. That was probably why they had assigned her to this room, an attempt to save space. Joe laid down on one of the bottom bunks, shuffling a little to get comfortable. Y/n was left standing wondering if it would be okay if she lay with him.

“Joe,” She bit her lip, she didn’t know how to ask. “can I? Would it be okay if I?” Faltering she looked away.

“Come here sweetheart.” He stretched out to show her where he wanted her to curl up to him.

She let out a relieved sigh, before getting in next to him. Pressing closer she closed her eyes, feeling a rush of happiness flow through her. She could take in his scent, blood and sweat and earth. And she wanted to cry because this moment was so precious. There was no way of knowing how long it’d be until they would get to do this again.