#Donald Malarkey x reader

[luminouslywriting]

Can I request a BOB headcanon where you haven't been sleeping well recently and the boys begin to notice that you're a bit sleep deprived, please?

^^Gif is not mine and belongs to yourspeirs^^

A/N: Hello darling! This is a great request and I'm super excited to get this out to you guys! School started today, I got to wear my vintage 1955 lipstick that I ordered, and I'm chillin! So enjoy!

Dick Winters:

-Honestly, he probably clocks it before you even realize that the exhaustion is setting in. He's someone who pays close attention to the little things and is going to encourage you to get some rest.

-And yes, this may be given in the form of an order if you don't listen to him at first

-But if he also realizes that you're having a hard time sleeping, he's going to have a few good ol' home remedies for such a situation

-There's this wonderful tea that he makes (if the resources are available), and it absolutely helps you relax right before you go to sleep. He's also more than happy to talk to you about plans for the future as you try to fall asleep if that will help.

Lewis Nixon:

-Haha, he's not getting any good rest either. But worry not, he's got a great solution 👀

-Yes, it's literally just: "You're having trouble sleeping? I'm having trouble sleeping? The solution clearly is that we sleep together. But literally, just sleep."

-He's a chronic cuddler and this is a great way for you to get comfortable and relax. If not, he's also more than happy to look for alternative means

-Otherwise, get comfy as he doesn't like to let go until late morning haha

Ronald Speirs:

-Is probably too busy to notice?? At least at first. If it's to a point that he's noticing it, then it's probably a definite problem and he's definitely going to just give you an order to go to sleep.

-And yes, he'd go to your superior officers about it or even to the medics and order you to have a nap

-He's not above using his position to ensure that you get the proper rest that you need

-Speirs cares...it's just in his own way and that means that he's going to do whatever it takes to ensure that you're feeling better :)

Buck Compton:

-Someone who picks up on it pretty quickly and gently prods about it. He's got all sorts of stories that he remembers from his history and literature classes in college that he can tell you about while you're trying to fall asleep

-He's also pretty attentive to figuring out if it's a noise issue or a light issue and finding ways to block out sound or help with the light.

-He's going to check in and make sure that the sleep is getting better and this is something that continues well after the war

-He remembers the little things :)

Carwood Lipton:

-A mother hen about the entire thing—he's out here clocking immediately that you're exhausted and not looking too good. He's worrying incessantly.

-He's not going to overstep his boundaries...but he might kindly suggest that you speak to the medics or to a superior officer about catching a few hours of rest

-Will check back in with you to see if you were able to rest. If you were, then great. If not...then he's going to be pulling out all the stops and is going to come and lay by you until you fall asleep.

-Literally the sweetest man to go to if you're sleep deprived.

Joe Liebgott:

-Doesn't really realize that it's a problem until you're probably swaying on your feet

-It's at this point that he's going to gracefully guide you over to a cot or somewhere that you can nap and is going to sweet talk you into getting the rest that you need

-Wants to know why you didn't tell him that you haven't been sleeping well lately....he just wants you to be okay and well rested

-Also might bribe you with some slightly dirty promises haha

Donald Malarkey:

-Has clocked this a while ago and is just patiently waiting for you to realize that you need to get some rest. He's very respectful of boundaries and wants you to make your own decisions.

-Is not above stealing some chocolate to bribe you into taking a nap haha

-Absolutely the type to encourage you to count sheep or stars to try and help you fall asleep

-Also a very good cuddler to help people fall asleep

Eugene Roe:

-The sweetest bestest man for this situation??? Like, listen, he gets it. This is also someone who is sleep deprived. However, he worries way more about you and your health.

-Will pull medical rank to ensure that you get your nap

-Also more than willing to sneak you something to make sure that you fall asleep haha

-But more than anything, he's the type of man to tell you old Cajun tales in his soft voice to get you sleepy

Bill Guarnere:

-Literally will point blank tell you to go take a nap

-Then in a much softer and sweeter tone, will swing his arm around you, and ask if he can take a nap with you

-He's very invested in making sure that you're well rested and is the type of man to bribe with food and other means to ensure that you listen to what your body needs—and that's sleep

-Will talk your ear off about what it's going to be like when you're sleep deprived after the war and WHY you're going to be sleep deprived. I promise it's for a much dirtier reason lol.

Joe Toye:

-Acts as though he himself is tired and needs to take a nap. And point blank asks if you'll help him fall asleep.

-This technique is sneaky and though you might pick up on it, it's the thought that counts here

-He's out here ensuring that you don't feel like you're stressing him out by doing this—and making you feel as though you're helping him just as much as he's helping you

-Honestly, this man is a 10/10 in this situation

George Luz:

-Makes you laugh so hard that you cry out of exhaustion and then asks you if you're tired so that you have to admit it

-At which point he just takes your hand and declares that you're going to take a nap and he's going to watch your back for you

-It's all very sweet and very Luz of him tbh

-Holds your hand until you're asleep and presses a kiss to your forehead

[saint-petah-the-good]

when your bbg is a war veteran

[uramakimochi]

BAND OF BROTHERS MASTERLIST

- Band of Brothers? More like, Band of Finest Men Alive!!! -

> BACK TO MAIN MASTERLIST <

!!!DISCLAIMER!!!: istfg, if someone comes at me for doing this i'm gonna block them. I write FOR THE CHARACTERS of the show!! Just like you write ff of your favorite character from your favorite serie/movie, this community does the same with this one, okay?? It's not that hard to understand!! We obviously don't mean to disrespect the real veterans and soldiers who fought the war!

• JOE LIEBGOTT:

- Given enough

[joenotexotic99]

Idk if you're still making this, but I want to let you know that we're waiting for BoB Lovetropes p2. My suggestions: Toye, Eugene, Malarkey, Guarnere, Luz, Sobel. Hope you're doing okay <3

A/n: I've been dealing with some stuff lately and now finally have a little time to catch up on old stuff. I also want to apologize anon I couldn't bring myself to soble. Sorry couldn't do it.

-Warnings: fluff, tiny bit of language, got wayyy to carried away with malarkey’s, oops. Might have to turn that into its own thing, if it's not already. Luz is slightly spicy, nothing crazy but you cant miss it.-

Masterlist

Joe Toye

-grumpy vs sunshine trope. Omggggg, the idea of this has me kicking my feet and giggling. Joe Toye is rough around the edges, tough skin. You on the other hand have always been the positive one, keeping the people around you spirits high. Being an optimist of sorts. Maybe not cheerful but you could definitely make someone's day. Yet behind his grumpy facade, he can't help but notice your unwavering optimism. He wasn't opposed to love; he just never expected to be swept off his feet so quickly by one person. Your personality was anything but the same. Never in a million years did he think he was going to fall in love with a bright and shiny person, which was the exact reason why he loved you so much. You two were like night and day. You were the beacon of light in all the darkness. I feel like Toye would also be super protective over you. Kinda the same vibe as liebgott. But that's for another time. 

“Is that a smile I see on your face toye?” “I'm one lucky bastard you realize that?”

Eugene roe

-office romance/forced proximity. I didn't exactly know what to call this one. Both you and roe are easy company medics. Gene from the start, harbord a crush on you. And mean big time crush. Thinking about you he got butterflies in his stomach. You both spent significant time together. Typically the only times you were separated is when you were attending to fellow paratroopers. Bastogne was a turning point. You were in a jeep headed to the church, your hand and a cloth being the soul thing keeping a man alive. You almost made it before the church burst into flames. When Gene heard what happened he got the first ride possible to bastogne. When he saw you, hand now on a clearly dead man, he took you into his arms. He brought you back to the Adrennes forest. As usual you spent the night in genes fox hole the only difference was you both saw what was right in front of you for the first time and kissed. It wasn't until Austria where he gave you a promise ring where he promised to spend and devote the rest of his life with you.

“you make me the happiest man you know that y/n?”

“Tell me that again at our wedding”

Donald Malarkey 

-friends to lovers? Maybe a sprinkle of enemies to lovers?? I don't know but here me out. So you join the paratroopers as a female, the reason you got in was from connections in the army. Seeing how even if you are the most talented female there is, it's still the 40s here. I wouldn't think that the Toccoa men would flat out bully you, but would more just not believe in you. Probably leave you out of a lot of things. Kind of just pretend you weren't there. But not malarkey. He saw something in you that the rest didn't. Honestly he was shocked to see how they treated you. You were the best paratrooper there was in this company. You stood your ground. You met and exceeded in all categories. Passed each test with flying colors. You also were able to do it with the most incredible smile. As much as you disliked it, he stood up for you. Complimented and congratulated you when you did well. You really liked him. He was cute, kind, and not a douche wad. But sadly, most guys here if they weren't mean, they were trying to get Into your pants. As much as you wouldn't mind that with malarkey, you weren't here for that. One day in Aldbourne England you had enough. You weren't going to get swooned into bed and he had to know it. When you had a spare moment you grabbed him and pulled him aside and told him to stop. He was bewildered that this is how you perceived him. He explained to you that was not his intention. You could hear the sincerity of his voice. He meant it. This was the start of your friendship. You both were like a thing but not? Kinda a situationship. But it wasn't official until Haguenau. The effects of war painted across your faces. In one of the houses you laid in one of the beds, trying for the hundredth time to get some rest to no avail. He came and found you. There was little and a lot to say. Instead he kissed you. The past two years of friendship melted instantly into a lifetime of love. 

“god i've wanted you to do that for a long time”

“What happened to ‘I'm not here for a relationship’?”

“shut the fuck up and kiss me again would ya”

William Guarnere

-Enemies to lovers. Come on, this is so perfect. Guarnere is a natural bully. He bullies everybody all the time, but you? He loves bullying you. He always has an insult special for you up his sleeve. However, that's a lie. He hates it to his core. You are the sweetest person ever. All he wants to do is not bully you. He's somewhere in the middle of liebgott and Speers. He doesn't want to be seen as weak. He has this demnor he feels the need to uphold and that everybody around him expects. Not some ooey gooey man. Even though if he could he'd probably worship you. You were perfect in his eyes. He hates himself more and more but the more he digs himself into this hole the harder it is for him to get out. He finally cracks when someone else makes a particular mean stab at you one day at a bar in holland. He can hate himself all he fucking wants for bullying you. But somebody else is doing it? Hurting you? Not going to happen. He breaks his nose, jaw, maybe a rib or two, black eye and busted lip, all before he could get ripped off this guy. You get wind of this later. Within minutes you're confronting him. Before he shuts you up with a kiss.

“I thought you hated me”

“Hate you? No, For fuckes sake sweetheart, I'm in love with you”

George Luz

-meet cute. You originally met just before you signed up to be paratroopers. And I mean just before. You were getting blood work done to test how fit you were to fight.  As you waited in the lobby to fill out paperwork, you went to reach for your pen. That's when you realized it wasn't there. It just so happens that a very cute guy next to you had an extra with him. You quickly filled the paper and exchanged names and conversations. On the way home you couldn't get him out of your head. So couldn't he. Later when you were assigned to easy company you found the one and only George luz. The same extremely handsome guy at the clinic. He immediately recognized you. How could he not? Your face and laugh had been at the front of his thoughts a lot lately. You tried to keep both of your composure during Toccoa seeing how you didn't want to get into any trouble. But that all fell apart after one weekend with a pass and some alcohol. Kisses were shared, clothes were shed and hands roamed. After that night you made it official. Luz also started writing his vows.

“you know I've never felt this way before”

“What the sex or me? Because If it wasn't the sex let me know so we can go again”

“both luz, but I can't turn that offer down now can I”

[luzgott]

donald malarkey + silence in haguenau

it was a miracle that don had managed to snag a private bedroom, just for the two of them, in a secluded corner at the very back of the house in haguenau that easy company had opted to take refuge in. after all the blood shed in bastogne, and all the lives lost, it was an utter delight to have a proper mattress to curl into, albeit the mattresses in question were painfully thin.

it was no secret that donald malarkey was suffering - he'd just lost all of his closest friends in one fell swoop, after all - but he'd made such a display of busying himself that (y/n) wasn't sure just how long it had been since they'd had a real moment to themselves, until now.

don's back was to the headboard of the double bed they were draped across, with one arm around the waist of (y/n), curled ever so comfortably into his side, and her fingers gently intertwined with his. no words passed between them - there wasn't any need. the only sound cutting through the air was the occasional sharp inhale from don, of the cigarette loosely hanging between his lips. there was a makeshift ashtray, a filthy old glass they'd found downstairs, resting on his lap. and he didn't say anything when (y/n) gently plucked the cigarette from his lips, and slotted it between her own. no, instead, don tightened his grip on her hand, and turned to press a gentle kiss to her temple.

the last few days had been pure hell, but, maybe they'd make it through, hand in hand. the two of them, together.

[lovelyd0gg]

"𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦.."

Summary: Malarkey had a crush on you since you joined easy company. He always looked at you from afar and hoped one day he'd be the one to be yours. He kept thinking you had a crush on Hoobler and one day, he couldn't hold it in anymore.

Warnings: angst♡, fluffyy, mild language,

P.S: I'm testing out different writing styles to see which one I'd stick with. I'm not using this writing style forever, just a test<33

Malarkey's perspective.

I've never seen someone so beautiful in my whole life. My mom always told me to be aware of the woman I'd be with one day, I took it for granted, but when she walked into the room, my heart started beating and it didn't stop. The way she walked in so politely and so stunning, my eyes couldn't get enough of her. I looked her body up and down, drinking all her features like a fine wine. She looked gorgeous and I hoped to just be with her one day.

"Hey Malarkey!"

"Yeah?"

"Ya keep eyein' that new recruit girl."

"What's it to ya?"

"Ya might need to get her soon! Otherwise Guarnere is getting his hands on her!"

"Shut it, ya tit..."

Whenever someone mentioned to me that Guarnere was going to try and get her away from me, I felt jealousy boiling inside of me. I didn't want her to be taken from me! She was too stunning! Plus, guarnere wouldn't make a good boyfriend if you ask me.

Y/N's perspective.

I joined Easy company about two months ago, almost everyone grew up to be my friend! A couple of them were quiet and some were just... Douchebags. Hoobler was a really nice guy! He became my friend almost instantly! We had a lot in common and we both were interested in the same things! But someone who caught my eye.. Was Malarkey. He seemed to be such a sweet guy, he was polite and kind and funny! Whenever he looked at me, I'd feel my stomach flutter like little butterflies flying around! Not to mention, he looked handsome..

A lot of people mistake that Hoobler and I are dating! I always tell them that I simply see him as a good friend and nothing more! He also sees me as a friend and nothing else, but Malarkey seems to be sad everytime he notices Hoobler is talking with me. It makes me feel if he is jealous or he thinks we like each other. I have zero romantic feelings for Hoobler and he does too! So I don't get it.. Maybe I'm just oblivious.

Malarkey's perspective.

I kept trying to gather up the courage to confess to her my undying love for her. She needed to know! But I thought she was going to reject me! And it would be so embarrassing and all that! I didn't want to take my chances so I stayed quiet. Whenever I saw Hoobler talking with her, I felt jealousy and sadness wash over me, what if she liked Hoobler?! Then I'd have no chance with her! But I kept thinking positive and tried to not think too much about it, maybe she did like me back.

A month or two passes by and Malarkey couldn't handle the jealousy anymore! He kept seeing Hoobler with Y/N everywhere he went and he had to confess! So, that afternoon. He asked to speak with her privately and started to talk, in a shaky voice.

"Y/N, I'm gonna confess something and it's completely fine if you "

She tilted her head and looked at him with a confused expression.

"What's up Malarkey?"

"I can't stop thinking about you! You're so beautiful and I just don't want Hoobler to have you all for himself... I love you, Y/N..."

Her eyes widened and then she smiled.

"I don't have romantic feelings for Hoobler... I like you too.."

"You do..?"

"Since I joined Easy company.."

He smiled and hugged her. Holding her close.

"Promise me that Hoobler is just a friend."

"He is just a friend, I promise. Nothing more.

When he heard her reassure him, he instantly felt relief and kept hugging her.

They started to date and everything was all okay.

[maximoff-pan]

Follow up to my last post:

Okey so I’m definitely thinking of writing some band of brothers fics… Who would you guys like to see me write for first?

[bowdre]

Band of Brothers OC

i. Basics

•Name•

Vera Eve Rutherford

•Nickname•

Sunshine

•Age•

In 1942> 20

•Birthday•

September 8th, 1922

•Gender•

Female

•Sexuality•

Straight

•Zodiac•

Virgo

•Height•

5'5"

•Occupation•

Airborne Paratrooper

ii.Relationship Status

Married in 1946 to Don Malarkey.

From the moment Don laid eyes on Vera at Toccoa, he knew he wanted to get to know her better. He was extremely nervous to talk to her for nearly six months, part of him was intimidated by her presence. As time went on, and Don noticed her friendships with Gaurnere and Nixon blossom, he slowly grew jealous. He too wanted her attention. With persuasive convincing from the rest of Easy Company, and endless teasing from Bill and Skip, Don finally grew the courage to engage in conversation with Vera. If she was being honest, for weeks she had been waiting for the man to come up and talk to her. The two practically become inseparable after that day.

iii. Appearance

•Hair colour•

Jet black

•Hair length•

Mid back

•Eye colour•

Forest green

•Skin tone•

White

iv. Personality

•Good traits•

Loyal, honest, confident, generous, ambitious, resilient, humorous

•Bad traits•

Lack of self control, cocky

•Strengths•

Bravery, charismatic, charming

•Weaknesses•

Reckless, stubborn, blunt

•Like•

Poker, salted peanuts, whiskey

•Dislikes•

Hospitals, laziness

•Habits•

Constantly muttering to herself

•Talents/skills•

Leadership, teamwork, making quick decisions

v. Relationships

•Mother•

Maisie Rutherford

•Father•

James Rutherford

•Siblings•

Watson (1920) and Ryker (1926) Rutherford

•Lover(s)•

Don Malarkey

•Friends•

Ronald Speirs, Eugene 'Doc' Roe, Albert Blithe, Dick Winters, Lynn 'Buck' Compton, Joseph Toye, David Webster, Joseph Liebgott, George Luz, Frank Perconte, Harry Welsh, Daryl 'Shifty' Powers, Warren 'Skip' Muck, Charles 'Chuck' Grant, Edward 'Babe' Heffron, Donald Hoobler, Floyd Talbert, Alex Penkala

•Close friends•

Carwood Lipton, Lewis Nixon, Denver 'Bull' Randleman

•Best friend•

William 'Wild Bill' Gaurnere

vi. Backstory

Vera was the golden child growing up, the one who was going to amount to the most within the family, despite the expectations of women during her time. Throughout her childhood, her parents conditioned her to be the best at everything she does. As the only Rutherford daughter, granddaughter and niece, she was expected to achieve great things with her life. Her parents went to great lengths to make this happen, including enrolling her in private school, signing her up for multiple sport teams, such as volleyball and basketball, and teaching her and her two brothers how to play piano. Vera excelled at everything she put her mind to, the only thing she failed at was mathematics. This only made her work harder, with the mindset of having to prove herself and her worth. As she grew older, this mentality grew into large scale problems. Anxiety, depression. She blamed her parents for this.

Vera kept herself busy during all hours of the day.  Family, sports, Toccoa. It wasn't until the late hours of night that she found herself any time to relax. This is when she would endugle herself in a good book, keeping her eyes on the pages until she fell asleep. Vera thinks very highly of herself, almost too highly. She was often referred to as egotistical by her peers in school and at Toccoa during her paratrooper training, though the term never bothered her. To Vera, if she's going to do something, she's going to be the very best at it.

•Military Rank•

Sergeant First Class (Technical Sergeant)

•Medals•

Silver Star + Purple Heart

[licensed-fan-girl]

SWEET DON!!

Don Malarkey as a boyfriend

If there was a boyfriend award, Don would win it.

While he likes to joke around he’s also sensitive and knows when it’s not a good time for joking.

He’s so amazingly sweet and thoughtful, if you just mention something in passing, like how your favourite band is coming to town, he’ll get you the best tickets and come with you (even if he doesn’t like the music).

You can always count on him for anything, whatever you need he’ll do it.

In return you always support him when he gets upset about Skip and Penkala, or anything else.

He does have days where he’s just so exhausted and he can’t get the war out of his head. On those days he doesn’t even have to say anything, you can just see on his face what he’s feeling. You’ll hold him, whisper calming words of reassurance to him and kiss the top of his head.

You always make him feel calm, loved and safe. He doesn’t know how you do it but he’s incredibly grateful for you.

In truth, you don’t really know what you’re doing either. You haven’t been through the same things as he has so you always feel a little lost on what to do, but you refuse to give up and you just try to be there for him.

You’re his number one priority, regardless of what happens he will always put you first (until you have kids, but that’s another headcanon).

He’s the kind of boyfriend who buys you flowers for no apparent reason.

He’s not romantic in an extravagant or traditional sense, but rather in a domestic way. If you’re stressed he’ll take care of the chores, if you’re down he’ll bake your favourite cookies and he’ll just do things that seem small but means a lot.

Not to mention that he’ll make sure to show you appreciation and won’t let the romance die.

Despite being very strong, he’ll be incredibly gentle with you. His worst nightmare is hurting you.

He won’t be overprotective, but he’ll definitely keep an eye on you when you’re out in public, just to make sure you’re safe.

All in all, Don will just love you and be there for you.

[steveharringf]

band of brothers • black and white

[luminouslywriting]

i wanted to know how BoB men would feel about dating a short girl? your writing is very good! ❤️

A/N: As a certified 5'2 girlie, this one hits home for me haha! Anywho, gif belongs to dvnedain! Enjoy and remember that my requests are open and I don't mind spam!

Light spice included under the cut :)

Dick Winters:

-Doesn't really care about the height difference all that much? Like yeah, he's tall, but it's not a huge factor in the relationship

-He's very aware of your height—as in, this man is thoughtful and tries to place things that you use regularly where you can reach them, is the first to volunteer to grab something that's out of reach, and is generally aware of your height.

-Aware of it within a crowd and so he usually has his hand in yours or his hand on your back as you walk through a crowd so he doesn't lose sight of you

-Likes to pick you up and hold you in the shower....it definitely has its advantages then

Lewis Nixon:

-A shit-talking jerk (affectionately) about the entire thing. While he's not the tallest, he's definitely one who uses nicknames to get under your skin and to bring attention to the fact that you're short. It's all affectionate though.

-Is aware of some of the logistical problems....and thus he places things on high shelves to purposely annoy you

-Loves cuddle time though and especially loves spooning with you, it brings him a lot of comfort

-Absolutely leans on you way toooo much

Ronald Speirs:

-Doesn't care????? Like your height is just your height and it is what it is.

-But you know what he does care about? Meeting your needs—whether it be holding you up against a wall or making it so you're at eye level while in the throes of passion, this man is out here trying to ensure that you're having a great time

-Never loses sight of you in a crowd

-Personally prefers being on his knees for you actually, so the height difference isn't that big of a deal lol

Buck Compton:

-Affectionately teases you about it in a lighthearted way. But the second someone else makes fun of your height, it's a glare for sure.

-Likes the sorts of hugs where he can pick you up because it's so easy to do so

-Presses kisses to the top of your head

-Prefers to be on top so that the size difference isn't as noticeable tbh

Carwood Lipton:

-Also a man who does not care very much about your height. So long as he gets to hug you every morning, he's pleased.

-He does think it's adorable when your little legs CANNOT keep up with his and he might make a remark or two, but nothing crazy

-Will perch you on some stairs if it's convenient to kiss you

-Otherwise is very happy to lean down to kiss you and much prefers being able to sit with you so you're on the same level

Joseph Liebgott:

-Also a shit-talker about your height (Affectionately). Totally has nicknames that are both affectionate and meant to rile you up. Has 100% called you a munchkin and gotten punched before.

-Ruffles your hair ALLLLL the time because he's taller and can get away with it

-Tbh, this man prefers you on top anyway, so the height thing is a turn-on for him

-Will, in fact, get horny anywhere and everywhere he can pick you up and put you on top of (including the kitchen counter, the hood of the car, and the washing machine)

Donald Malrkey:

-A sweetheart about your height who just likes to have your arm around him and loves to press kisses to your head.

-Always picks you up when he hugs you and spins you around

-Tries to be conscious of your height in accordance to the home and probably gets you a stepstool so you can feel some independence

-Loves dancing around with you because it's just a cute thing you two do, regardless of height

Eugene Roe:

-An angel about your height tbh; while he's not the tallest, he is still taller than you and he likes to rest his chin on your head

-Never makes a single remark about your height, he thinks that you're perfect

-Likes to cup your face when he leans down to kiss you

-Probably likes to twirl you around and does it with ease

Bill Guarnere:

-Absolutely into picking you up over his shoulder and carrying you into the bedroom at his convenience

-Babe, this man has a size kink and he WILL be using it to his advantage

-Absolutely the type to just pick you up and give you a piggyback when you're falling behind or getting tired

-Has affectionate nicknames for you with some needling

Joe Toye:

-SCARY DOG PRIVILIGE

-But actually, this man is so sweet about it....most of the time. Sometimes he'll hold something over your head and demand that you pay the price (it's just a kiss haha)

-Likes to gently rub your back after a long day and traces your spine

-Probably adores your short thighs tbh

George Luz:

-He's gonna offend you accidentally at some point with some sort of short joke buttttt he's real sweet about it most of the time

-Compliments your height but alsoo... "how's the weather down there, honey?"

-Please just get on your knees a few times and use that height to your advantage, I promise you'll get whatever you want from this man

-Actually adores your height and leans on you alllll the time

[saint-petah-the-good]

random fic or headcannon idea ,Donald malarkey x guardian angel reader like pls I need that, like imagine him resting and waking up in the arms of this luminous being that he admires and feels reassured with

[privatebullshit]

with faith undaunted [part 04.]

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part 04. longing [2.9k+ words]

summary: y/n y/l/n is a nurse-in-training when she meets joseph j. toye in 1942, shortly after the attack on pearl harbor, at camp toccoa. she's the americana dream, he's a reckless private. what happens when their fates cross paths?

♡ follow along on their journey of love, loss, and hardship as the story progresses in events taking place before, during, and after the war. ♡

warnings: language

a/n: this one is gonna sting a bit, sorry ya'll

song rec: once more to see you - mitski, i'm your man - mitski

wfu taglist: @luvrottt @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @fromjupitertocentauri @annasansh @bluecanvasshoe @catbusloki

previous parts: 00. promo 01. remembrance 02. blossoming 03. timidity

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— ♡

Early 1943

Joe and the other Easy Company men had completed their jump training out of the C47 aircrafts, which marked that they were officially Paratroopers and were bound to receive their jump wings. Y/n and Joe hadn't seen each other in a while, all too busy with their training to share a moment with one another. The big jump wasn't too far away now, and the war effort would soon demand more out of them.

But now? Hell, it was time to celebrate! The company was currently in one of Fort Bennington's pubs, chugging beers and slamming down the empty glasses, listening to old records, and shouting heartily, all of their tension melting away. Joe was having the time of his life, but the only thing missing was her.

He leaned against the counter, waiting for George to shut his yap so he could get a beer. When the latter finally turned around, Joe had to listen to his bullshit before getting a drink.

"Corporal Toye," Luz said, mimicking Sobel's infuriating voice, "there will be no leaning in my company."

Joe rolled his eyes, but stood up straight anyway, humoring the idiot for the time being.

"Are those dusty jump wings?" Luz asked, causing Joe to look down and blow hot air onto the wings, polishing them with his thumb. "How do you expect to slay the Huns with dust on your jump wings?"

Having enough of Luz's imitations, Joe grabbed him by the lapel of his uniform, pulling him in just enough to speak lowly, "Luz, just give me a drink."

George grinned widely, laughing to himself as Joe let him go, "Hell of an idea, Joe. There ya go." He placed a tall glass of cold beer in front of Joe, who took it and raised it to toast with George.

"Three miles up, three miles down," George said, Joe nodding in agreement as they clinked glasses and took a sip.

The moment was cut short when the sound of the record scratching rang through the air, followed by a loud "Ten-hut!" Every soldier put their glasses down, standing at attention as Colonel Sink came into view.

"Well, at ease, Paratroopers," he spoke warmly, the men following his instruction and standing in a relaxed position. "Good evening, Easy Company."

"Evening, sir!" they responded.

A few more words and a glass of beer was exchanged, Colonel Sink raising his glass and shouting, "Currahee!"

All of Easy eagerly exclaimed "Currahee" back, cheering and whistling in congratulations to them all. As Colonel Sink went elsewhere, the men started to have fun once more, playing drinking games and betting packs of smokes.

It wasn't until the record scratched again that everyone had to stop what they were doing, but there was no call to stand at attention, no heavy steps made by boots of important officers, just the soft click clack of heels against the wooden floor. In fact, it was just that a pretty woman had walked in, dressed in her starched and ironed nurse uniform, a Red Cross armband now adorning her left arm.

Joe turned his head to find the source of the sudden silence, his eyes widening and jaw going slack as he saw y/n standing in the doorway. She looked like she was looking for someone, and his heart couldn't help but thump at the fact that it might be him she's searching for. He placed the now warm glass of beer on the counter, meeting her halfway as they both waded through the sea of enlisted men.

Everyone's heads were turned as they stood in front of each other now, gazes full of soft admiration and mutual pining that only those two couldn't figure out. Joe's hands trembled as he took hers, raising it to his lips to press a soft kiss to her knuckles, letting it fall back to her side.

"Joe," she breathed out, her voice filling his ears with a sweet melody that the record couldn't dare to recreate.

"Y/n, you're here," he responded, shock and relief lacing his voice. Y/n nodded, still gazing up at him as if he was the only Paratrooper in the room.

"I wanted to say congratulations. . . on becoming a Paratrooper," she spoke softly, adjusting her headscarf slightly.

Joe reached out to tuck a piece of hair that fell out of place behind her ear, "Thanks. You too, y'know, on becoming an official nurse for the Army Nurse Corps." His heart ached to take her far away from here, away from the prying eyes of the Easy men, where no officer would intrude on their shared moment.

"Thank you," she smiled, hers causing Joe to smile back. The men around them started to murmur, never before seeing Joe act so gentle with anyone before.

George pushed his way to stand next to the two, flashing a charming grin as he wrapped his arm around y/n's shoulders, earning a tense squeak from her and a glare from Toye.

"Well, if it ain't our favorite nurse! I thought that was you, y/n," Luz snickered, drawing her closer to his side.

Soon, some of the other guys got up and started to greet her, showing off their jump wings proudly.

"See, this here is a real man's pair of jump wings!" Skip said, earning a smack on the back of the head from Malarkey who said, "Every man has the same pair of jump wings, you moron." Penkala laughed in the background, wrapping an arm around his two best buddies.

Y/n's cheeks flushed at the attention, letting out a string of giggles before gasping slightly when she felt someone's arm snake around her waist. Joe had a gentle but firm grip on her, leading her to the middle of the room.

"May I have this dance?" he asked, holding one of her hands in his.

She averted her gaze to the pins on his uniform, "You already have me." He couldn't disagree, but it still made him flush like a boy. The two danced, ignoring the protests and groans from the other guys that clearly wanted to dance with her.

"We're off to North Carolina in the mornin'," Joe said, looking like he was starting to miss the girl in his arms already. "Where will you be?"

Y/n pressed her cheek against his chest as they danced slower, Joe bringing a supportive palm to the small of her back, thumb rubbing small circles on the fabric of her uniform. She was silent at first but eventually gave him an answer.

"The same place, at least, that's what I've heard so far," she murmured, her grip on his hand subconsciously growing tighter. He squeezed her hand back in a reassuring manner, letting her know that he heard her and he was there.

"A little more time together then," he said, placing his chin on top of her head. They stop moving, y/n moving her head back just enough to look into Joe's eyes. Ask anyone in the room and they'd say the two were beginning to be more than they'd like to admit, but that's not something they wanted to talk about it just yet.

"I'll see you there, Joe," she whispered, fingers slipping from his grasp as she moved back, a sudden chill passing over Joe as her warmth retreated from him. It nearly split their hearts in two, but they did what had to be done.

— ♡

Camp Mackall, N.C.

Easy Company had been training nonstop for the upcoming invasion, pouring out blood, sweat, and tears as Captain Sobel made continuous mistakes because he couldn't read the damn map. It pissed Joe off to no end, but alas, Sobel was their CO, so it wasn't like they could do anything about it for the time being.

Y/n had been working tirelessly, continuing to train as a nurse while also helping the men whenever they sustained a reckless injury. Time was nearing for them to pack up and go again, this time to a place where y/n couldn't follow. Both she and Joe dreaded the day to come, lingering glances holding more weight than words could at the moment.

As y/n stood around the aid station taking inventory, she heard someone clear their throat, instantly turning around and expecting to see Joe. When she was met with Doc Roe standing there, holding his helmet sheepishly, she was surprised but offered him a warm smile.

"Roe, it's good to see you," she said, putting down her clipboard.

Roe nodded politely, "It's good to see you too, Miss y/n. I came to say goodbye before we leave." He shuffled around, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. Y/n could recognize the tone of his voice, taking a few steps closer to him and placing a gentle hand on his arm.

"It was nice training with you, Eugene. You be careful out there, alright?" she said, enveloping him in her embrace, Roe instantly melting against her.

"I will," he whispered, sniffling quietly.

Y/n reached into her apron and pulled something out, holding it in her palm, "Let me see your hand."

Roe pulled back, extending his right hand to her, watching as she placed the object in his palm. It was a beautiful pair of scissors, tiny, intricate details etched in the bows and shanks. He felt her wipe away a stray tear, pulling her back into his arms to hug her once more.

"For the world's best medic," she said quietly, rubbing his back.

"For the world's best nurse," Roe said back, placing a kiss to the top of her head.

Two close friends in the same field, separated by the uncertainty of departure and war.

— ♡

In the dead of night, y/n found Joe smoking a cigarette as he leaned against the outside of his quarters. She approached him quietly, the leaves crunching underneath her Mary Jane heels, causing him to look up.

He took one last drag of his cigarette before throwing it on the ground and putting it out with his boot. His arms reached out for her, and she found herself in them immediately. Words bubbled up in her throat and threatened to spill out, but they only came out as a soft sob.

Joe shushed her softly, caressing the top of her head as he held her close, looking to the stars as he wondered if and when he'd get to hold her like this again.

"I know, sweetheart," he said, twirling a strand of his hair around his finger.

Y/n muffled her shaky voice in his chest, "I'm gonna miss you."

Joe's heart cracked into a million pieces, each piece containing something he adored about her. He wanted to stay in the States; to bring her home to Pennsylvania so she could meet his parents— his mother would love her dearly— and to hold her while the war raged on elsewhere. The only battle that mattered in this moment was the one between his duty and his darling.

"Don't go, they have enough soldiers to fight," her voice wavered, his shirt becoming damp with tears.

Joe sucked in a trembling breath, clutching her tighter, but carefully, as if she was made of porcelain, "I have to, y'know I have to, angel. But I'm gonna come back home to you, I promise."

He was teary-eyed too now, gritting his teeth to hold back broken sobs as he buried his face in her hair, "I don't wanna leave my girl."

Y/n lifted her head to look at him, eyes rimmed red and cheeks wet with tears, "I'm your girl?" She spoke the question so softly into the air, Joe could hardly hear it, but he did. And that was what made his resolve crumble, a cry escaping his lips as he nodded.

"You're my girl. You've been my girl since the day we shared that cab together," he mumbled, kissing her crown.

After they managed to calm down, now slumped on the ground and against the wall, y/n curled up on his side and Joe's arms around her, they were silent for a bit. They would have to part soon before anyone saw them together so intimately, but for the time being, it was their safe sanctuary while the crickets chirped around them.

"Remember when I went out one weekend back in Georgia?" y/n muttered, fingers tracing lazy patterns on Joe's arm.

Joe hummed, "Yeah, why?"

"I got you something, I just didn't know when to give it to you," she admitted, fishing two things from her apron. She placed one in Joe's hand, Joe lifting it up to his eye level.

It was a beautiful silver lighter with a Bible verse engraved on the front, which read:

Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.

Joshua 1:9

"I know you're a devout Catholic," y/n whispered, her fingers tracing over the letters on his dog tags. "I figured it would be a moment of peace every time you lit a cigarette."

Joe held the lighter tightly, tilting her chin up to kiss her forehead, "It's perfect, angel, thank you." He tucked it into his breast pocket where he kept all his cigarettes.

"This is for you, too. For good luck," y/n said, placing a gold locket in his palm next.

Joe's eyes widened, thumbs gently prying open the locket. Inside was a beautiful picture of y/n smiling, Joe's heart leaping from his chest. He was quick to put it around his neck, hiding it underneath his shirt for safe keeping.

"It's beautiful," he whispered, "I'll send you somethin' from Europe, hon'."

She nodded because she trusted him, but she was scared all the same. Joe was scared too, afraid to leave his promises broken and empty, afraid to leave his one and only. She smoothed her lips against the underside of his jaw, earning a soft exhale from him as his hands tangled in her hair.

For now, this was enough, something to hold onto when all seemed hopeless.

— ♡

"Aw, bring it in!" Luz chuckled, drawing y/n into a crushing hug as Easy Company boarded the train headed to New York.

"See you, Luz. Don't annoy Joe too much," y/n smiled, patting his back.

Soon, she hugged every man in the company, some longer than others, and some definitely more emotional. Sergeant Lipton smiled as he approached her, giving her a tender hug, "Take care of yourself, kid."

"I'm not a kid," she protested. "I'm a fully capable nurse now!"

Lipton's shoulders shrugged up and down as he laughed, "That you are, but you'll always be our little girl in here." He placed a palm on his chest where his heart is, vision blurring just a bit.

She gave Lipton a sad smile, patting his hand and watching him go to the other officers with a heavy heart.

Joe was one of the last men to board the train, halfway inside the door before he dropped his bag, running to lift y/n into his arms, spinning her in a circle. He set her down, pressing his forehead against hers as he sighed, "I'm gonna miss you so goddamn much."

"I'll wait for you, Joe. Come back home to me," she spoke against his skin, kissing his cheek softly.

Joe returned the kiss to hers, pulling back when he heard the guys shouting for him to get on board before they left without him. Shit, if the guilt wouldn't kill him, he'd let the train pass him by so he could stay with his beloved.

He smiled at her before hopping onto the train, moving so he stood in front of one of the open windows, his buddies crowding around him. Y/n looked around, eyes widening as she heard the train's whistle signaling their departure. She quickly got an attendant's attention, kicking off her heels.

"Can you lift me up to that window right there?" she said frantically, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

The attendant, who's gone through this more times than he could count, smiled and nodded, "Up you go, girl, onto my shoulder— there you go."

She was lifted onto one of the attendant's shoulders, Joe reaching out to steady her with a laugh in disbelief, "What are ya doin', sweetheart?"

"This," she said, holding his face in both of her hands as she kissed him, lipstick-coated lips pressed against his, Joe cupping the back of her head to bring her closer. All the men inside the train cheered and whistled for the two. The kiss felt like it lasted forever, but it was only a second before they had to part, the attendant setting y/n down to her feet.

The train started to move slowly, and she ran as it picked up speed. Joe leaned out of the window, watching her struggle to keep up, tears filling his eyes.

"Will you write me?" she called out, breathless but determined.

"Like it's the last thing I'll ever do!" he shouted back, watching her figure get smaller and smaller as the train reached a speed she could no longer keep up with.

"I love you, Joseph John Toye!"

It was faint, but he could hear her scream it in the distance, his heart panging with longing. He leaned back in his seat, reaching into his uniform to pull out the locket around his neck. He held onto it tightly, letting out a quiet sob as the men around him placed supportive hands on his shoulders and back.

"That's a girl worth fightin' for, Joe," Guarnere said.

"So, ya best make it home, huh?" George added, everyone agreeing with him.

Joe let out a sad laugh, opening the locket to see her beautiful face once more, "I love you, too, y/n y/l/n."

[joenotexotic99]

Camping with easy company pt 2

Warnings: just fluff :)

Masterlist

Donald malarkey

- You wanted this to get away for a while and relax. Have a peaceful few days with just you and him. He had other ideas. He would turn everything you do into a competition. Who can make the better smore. Who can set up a fire quicker. Who can catch a fish first. Who can hike to the top of the mountain the fastest. You didn't even realize how much Don had made the trip so fun until it was over.

"When were you going to tell me this hidden fishing talent"

"I'm pretty sure you're just bad at fishing"

Babe heffron

- everything is PERFECT up until it's time for dessert. Obviously sense you were camping s'mores were the way to go. You two were letting your marshmallows cook when babe let the marshmallow get engulfed by the fires flames, completely burning it. He takes it out and blows out the flame before getting his graham cracker and chocolate. When he finally goes for a bite he sees you staring. From then it was bickering back and forth on how a smore should be made.

"Burnt is the way to go. It's how everyone does it"

"Whoever told you that is a liar"

George luz

-he is all campfire stories. You swear that he pulls some of them out of his ass or at least exaggerates a past experience. But in all honesty you could care less. You love watching luz tell his stories. All his exaggerated hand and body moments. Seeing him laugh at his own jokes. You fall in love with him all over again. Going on hikes up mountains and when you get to the top you both sit and look at the view. Maybe even enjoy a cigarette.

"I swear sweetheart this actually happened"

Carwood lipton

- He brings one of those books with all the different types of birds in it. Every single time he spots one he always tells you. He probably knows camping first aid. Like how to treat poison ivy or a bee sting properly. You think it's funny until on a hike you trip and fall onto poison ivy and get a bad rash. Queue mama bear lipton.

"Sorry lip I didn't mean for this vacation to go south"

"You did nothing wrong darling please know that"

Bill Guarnere

- he's a mix between nixon and liebgott. He is just as chill and laid back and Lewis but has the spirit and child likeness of Joe. He's not afraid to take a mid day nap or swim with you but is just as willing to chase you down a hiking path. Either way it's always fun. Kinda see him reading a story to you as you go to bed. Idk I just get the vibe.

"Bill, there are other people here. If you make a scene I will end you"

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Fortune Favors the Bold

Ronald Speirs x Reader

Warnings: None

As always, this story is based on the dramatized 2001 HBO series - Band of Brothers. This story is not meant to disparage or otherwise belittle the real stories of Easy Company and others that sacrificed their lives in World War II and armed conflicts thereafter.

The rumors started shortly after D-Day. The men whispered about Speirs. How he had shot one of his own men and had allegedly given German prisoners cigarettes before brutally gunning them down. Whether it was true or not, it had cemented Ron as some sort of mythical figure. No one dared to take a smoke from him anymore—not after the stories made the rounds.

The rumor had taken on a life of its own. Turned into a joke of sorts. Anytime someone needed a cigarette, there was always some wiseass muttering, “You could always ask Speirs, but he might kill you after.”

You weren’t superstitious, nor were you the type to balk at rumors. You didn’t believe half the things said about him, and as for the rest? Well, you knew the order they’d been given that day. No prisoners.

So when you found yourself patting your pockets and coming up empty one evening, casually asking, “Anyone got a smoke?”, Luz smirked and shot back, “Go ask Speirs.”

A few of the men chuckled, expecting you to roll your eyes or scoff like everyone else did when the joke came up.

Instead, you just shrugged. “Yeah, that’s a safe bet.”

Silence.

Their heads turned in unison, eyes darting between each other as if waiting for you to say you were kidding. You weren’t.

“Wait, you’re serious?” Malarkey blinked.

“Sure,” you said, already stepping away. “He always has some, right?”

The stunned murmurs faded behind you as you crossed the camp, weaving through groups of men until you found Speirs sitting alone, quietly cleaning his weapon. He didn’t look up as you approached.

“Hey, Lieutenant.”

His dark eyes flicked up, brows lifting slightly in question.

“You got a smoke?”

For a second, he just studied you. Not suspiciously, not threateningly—just observing, like he was trying to decide whether you were being serious.

Then, without a word, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a pack of Lucky Strikes, and tapped one out. He handed it to you, and as you slid it between your lips, he flicked his lighter open, cupping the flame against the wind as he lit it for you.

You took a slow drag, savoring the burn before exhaling. “Appreciate it.”

Then, before he could say anything, you leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek—soft, barely there, but enough to leave a warm impression against his skin.

When you pulled back, his face remained unreadable, but something flickered in his gaze. Something amused.

You just smiled, turned on your heel, and walked away.

Behind you, Speirs huffed a quiet breath of laughter, shaking his head as he flicked the lighter closed.

—

A few nights later, you returned to your cot after a long day, rolling your shoulders as you prepared to collapse onto the thin mattress.

But something was waiting for you.

A pack of Lucky Strikes.

Your brows furrowed as you picked it up, turning it over in your hands. A slip of paper was tucked underneath, torn from the corner of an old letter envelope.

Scrawled in bold, precise handwriting were four simple words:

“Fortune favors the bold.”

Below, a signature.

R.S.

You felt the corner of your mouth twitch as you read it again.

Then, with a small chuckle, you tucked the note into your pocket—right next to your fresh pack of Luckies.

[lovelyd0gg]

3rd winning HC!

The one that won this time, was Donald Malarkey! Enjoy the Head canon<3!

Malarkey's reaction to you going on your first drive after getting your licence!

Warning: Very scared Malarkey. (I know these aren't really warnings. Just go with it😊)

𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲.

•When you came home with your drivers licence, you were ecstatic!

•However, your husband, not very.

•He was happy that you got a licence! But he was scared that you'd be the one to drive the car instead of him.

•Plus, you had pretty princess privilege! This was just unfair to him.

•When you told him that you wanted to test out your driving skills, he mentally prepared himself.

•As soon as you both got in the car, he immediately put the seat belt on and stared out of the window.

•Maybe the wonderful nature would distract him from a dangerous car ride.

•When you pulled out of the garage, he immediately prayed.

•He was just being dramatic...right?

•When you were driving on a highway, you were allowed to go on a 100... You went on an 102 and this MAN ALREADY PUT HIS HAND GRIPPING THE CAR HANDLE.

•He was being super dramatic in your opinion.

•After the drive, he looked at you and said; "Maybe you weren't so bad. But I'm gonna drive from now on. Pretty privileges, sorry."

•Ever since, you haven't driven a car.