#Donald Malarkey x reader

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hello, i would like to place an order for BoB! how would they react if they dated a shy girl? ☺️

Nonny, this is such a darling idea and I have SO MANY thoughts! I didn't include ALL of the Easy men because there's so many of them, so have a few and let me know what you think! Requests are open and I simply love getting BoB requests!

Dick Winters:

-A soft and sweet-natured man that doesn't push boundaries and is so so so respectful of your shy demeanor.

-Really tries to get to know you before he expresses any interest in dating you because he doesn't want to scare you off

-He's a very reassuring presence so if you're ever nervous in public, he's going to be right by your side the entire time

-Loves getting alone time with you and getting to hear all of the thoughts you don't feel comfortable sharing in public

-Isn't into PDA anyway, but definitely loves kissing your hand to say goodbye. It's just a sweet and tender gesture to let you know how much you mean to him.

-Would, in fact, write you love letters

Lewis Nixon:

-Super chill about it and not overly pushy when it comes to your boundaries; you're perfect the way that you are and he never misses an opportunity to express that

-Definitely gives some light teasing when you get shy around him and loves to see you blush

-Likes holding your hand when you're in public places so that you know you're not alone

-Doesn't like socializing much with other people ANYWAY, so he'll use you as an excuse to skip out and relax with you instead

-Kisses the crown of your head as a comforting gesture when you're anxious about things or overstimulated

-Really good at initiating conversations and getting you talking when it's just the two of you; plus he loves to see you laugh!

Ronald Speirs:

-This man is an introvert KING anyway, so there's definitely some comfortable silence between the two of you

-And if anyone is ever making you feel uncomfortable or anxious, it's the scary dog privilege (pun intended) that he gets to have as he glares at people

-Would guide you through a crowded room with his hand on the small of your back and keep an arm around you as a physical reassurance

-Gets really soft with you and is able to open up and get you talking/share his own thoughts and feelings. It's a sign that he's comfortable with you for sure.

-Not big on PDA at all, but eye contact is his thing if you're in public. He always has an eye on you and is making sure that you're okay.

-Prefers the quiet nights when it's just the two of you talking, most likely during pillow-talk and he just gets to be really intimate and open with you.

Buck Compton:

-This man is so extroverted and everyone just loves being around him but he loves being around you because you have such a calming effect on other people.

-He definitely is the chatterbox in this relationship, but he loves that you're such a good listener and he always tries to reciprocate that when you want to talk.

-Is very good at reading nonverbal cues and knows exactly when you want to leave somewhere or if you're getting overwhelmed

-Post-war, he's definitely a little more selectively social and gets flustered in social situations easily; you're able to be his rock and something as simple as holding his hand grounds him

-20/10 would rather be cuddling you than out with other people though

-Is respectfully pursuing you and trying to get to know you in the most genuinely sweet way possible—and loves when you share things with him

Carwood Lipton:

-A soft sweetheart who is rather introverted himself, though he's good with people. That being said, he's the perfect man to have an S/O that's shy.

-He's a great listener, knows how to communicate and ask the right sort of questions to get to the root of things, and never just offers solutions/advice unless you're asking for it

-Loves to be next to you and holding your hand in public

-Will hype you up for certain social situations that you have to go to; and never misses an opportunity to tell you how amazing and great you are

-Doesn't really care much what other people think, but he cares about what YOU think and what your thoughts are.

-Gives the best hugs after social interactions or things that cause anxiety

Joseph Liebgott:

-This man can and would and HAS thrown hands over people being mean or rude with how shy you are

-Is fiercely protective of you and your sweet demeanor—even if it's you putting yourself down, it's not going to fly with him

-He's a very verbal person and he's going to need you to tell him if you're feeling overwhelmed or anxious, though he is doing his best to pay attention to such things

-A cuddler and a clingy boyfriend anyway?? So even if you're shy about PDA, there's no getting around how much he needs to be touching you or be around you

-Is an excellent hype-man in the sense that he's trash-talking everyone else for not being cool enough or man enough to talk to you or to try and get to know you

-Is very soft when it's just the two of you and loves kissing your brow

Donald Malarkey:

-Absolute sweetheart to you from the get-go and isn't pushy at all about trying to get to know you

-In fact, sharing something with you might just be the way that he captures your heart haha; a shared piece of chocolate, notes for a class, whatever it might be, he's doing something simple and sweet to get you to notice him

-Never pushes you to talk about things that you don't want to talk about; and definitely rambles about some random stuff in the relationship

-Loves seeing you smile and just wants you to be happy

-Isn't big on PDA either, but would definitely hold your hand in public

-Not about to throw hands but he will call people out if they're being rude or aggressive when you're feeling particularly shy

Eugene Roe:

-A genuine angel?? Like this man is already an introvert and so being with you is just heaven for him

-Speaks really soft in French to compliment you and will not translate, given the fact that you will surely blush and get all shy on him haha

-Leaves you sweet love notes all over the place

-Definitely doesn't leave your side when you're out in public and is really attentive to you being uncomfortable in situations or overstimulated

-Would be just as happy to dance with you in the backyard of your home as the sun is setting than to go out in public to a dance or something

-Compliments about your shyness and how it just makes you a kinder and more genuine person

Bill Guarnere:

-Mouthy king who DOES NOT understand how he even ended up with you in the first place???

-But worry not, because he's out here ready to defend your honor (or whatever he thinks that is) at any given time. No one gets to tease you about your shyness except for him.

-Nicknames related to your shy demeanor that are only lightly teasing

-Is really soft when it's just the two of you and wants to give you the entire world haha

-He knows when he needs to tone things down and when he just needs to be your person

-Definitely gets slightly dramatic when it's just the two of you and treats you like an actual princess

Joe Toye:

-Perfectly calm with a shy person and honestly prefers the quiet life that the two of you get to lead together

-He's not SUPER extroverted, but he's perfectly happy getting to be the person who orders things for you or who does the talking.

-Asks and checks on how you're doing when you're out in public and keeps an eye on how other people are interacting with you. If he so much as senses that other people are gonna be too much, he will insert himself into the conversation to mediate.

-Loves napping and cuddling with you after long social activities

-Figured out that music is a really good way to say things without having to say things—so dancing together quietly is a good way to initiate conversations

-Communication is really important to him and so is hearing what you're thinking about; it's the best part of his day

George Luz:

-How did you end up together anyhow?? This man probably joked and offended you, felt bad—did some romantic gesture—and then learned how to be soft in your presence and tone things down

-Would, in fact, verbally decimate people who decide to be stand-offish or rude

-Always makes it a point to make you laugh when you're nervous or particularly shy—it seems to help you relax in social interactions

-Cheek kisses in public

-Brags about you all of the time to anyone he talks to

-Never misses an opportunity to compliment you and let you know that he loves you

[saint-petah-the-good]

when your bbg is a war veteran

[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”

[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.

[iceman-kazansky]

4 times Donald Malarkey Wanted to kiss you , the one time he did.

Pairings: Donald Malarkey x f!reader

Requested by: none, just an idea I had :)

Warnings: Bastogne, Mentions of depression, character death, Donald being flustered, uhh tons of switches of POV's but just read it and be happy.

A/n: reallllyyy didn't like this. I mean, I like the Toccoa part (#1) but I felt like it gradually decreased in quality as it went on. Also, my first ever band of brothers fic so be weary.

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1. Close call in Toccoa

Malarkey, shamefully, had noticed how much his thoughts were about you. He found you occupying his mind about anything and everything. Something you said yesterday, your smile when Luz had mocked Coronel sink, your eyes and how they shined in the dark moonlight during the notorious night march, your hands when you'd accidentally brushed your knuckles against his during breakfast this morning.

All the little things nobody else would care to notice Malarky cherished like it was religion. Of course, Malarkey's best friends, Muck and Penkala, had caught wind of his obsession when he spoke just a little too much of the woman within the company.

They teased him for it, as all friends do when they learn their best bud is crushing a little too hard on a girl.

Sitting in the cafeteria, Malarkey was subject to that teasing. "Whatcha dreaming about larkey'?" Warren asked, a cheeky smile stretched across his face.

"You already know it's Y/n, so why'd you ask?" Alex was quick to respond, Warren nodding in fake thoughtfulness.

"I imagine Malarky sits and dreams all about kissing Y/n. I saw him staring at her yesterday. Ain't that right Malarky? What were you thinking about then?" Warren's smile grows even larger and he puckers his lips, "mhmm" He groans with a mock high-pitch voice, "y/n, Please kiss me! You're so pretty! I really, really love you y'know!"

The ginger flushes red from embarrassment, Although, Donald won't lie to himself, he does think of the softness of your lips more than he'd like to admit… but that wasn't the point. He thinks to himself while he swats his friend harshly from across the table, trying to shut him up before the whole company learns his secret. "Can it, will you?" He whisper-yells, kicking Warren in the shins full force to which causes the blond haired boy to exclaim in agony.

"It's true! I swear, you probably think about kissing her–" Warren is cut off by a very familiar voice and Malarkey's stomach drops in fear.

"Who's thinking about kissing who?" You say, plopping down in the seat next to Malarky innocently, while the poor ginger turns as red in the face as his hair on his head.

Theres a few beats of stunned, awkward silence before finally Alex answers "Malarky thinks about kissing-" Donald shoots him a warning glare and a hard nudge of his foot, "-Margaret. Yeah, a girl back home whom he knew. A real broad, that one."

Malarkey doesn't notice the way your face falls at the mention of someone at home, "Y-yeah" He stutters out. "Margaret. Real pretty." Or the way you go silent and your shoulders slump.

"Sounds real nice." You half mumble while you shovel a spoon of oatmeal in your mouth.

Muck and Penkala glance at each other with looks that say 'oh fuck' while everyone resumes eating breakfast in an awkward silence.

Oh fuck was right.

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2. Thunder and flash

Malarkey hit the ground with a thud, his white parachute settling on the ground behind him while he worked on cutting himself free and condensing the fabric into a tight roll.

It was dark, with sounds of gunfire in the distance. A rustle in the bushes caused Malarkey's head to snap in that direction. "Thunder?" He called out hesitantly, cautious not to be too loud.

The bush moved, followed by "flash" in response and a silhouette stepped out.

With the limited lighting Malarkey was squinting to see who he had reunited with. Was it Liebgott? Toye? Winters? Was it you?

It didn't take long to get an answer when the person made themselves known, stepping into a thick beam of moonlight, face illuminated by the white light.

Malarkey was beyond relieved. He had found you. Even better, still alive and breathing. He doesn’t know what he would've done had it been your body, strung up in the branches of a tree.

"You're alive." He all but whispered.

"What'd you think was gonna happen? Really thought the Krauts got the better of me?" You chuckle, a warm smile on your face, "Have a little faith, will you?"

Oh how he wanted to cup your cheeks and kiss you.

Malarkey wanted to reach forwards, grab your face with his hands, and plant his lips on yours. He wanted to show you how worried he was. How sickeningly scared he had been that you were dead before he'd even jumped from the plane.

There is a silence while you move to embrace each other, eyes staring into one another's in an emotion you both can't quite name, something you'll find out later when feelings unravel themselves.

Malarkey doesn't notice the way you both subconsciously had begun leaning into each other, faces inching closer. A thought flashed across Malarkey's mind. He could kiss you. He could ruin his friendship.

Little did he know, none of that would need to be decided as A voice calls from the bushes "Thunder?" immediately met with you calling out a quick 'flash!' And pulling away.

Begrudgingly, Malarkey realizes he must find easy company, there's no time to sulk, he finishes packing his parachute into a tight ball and stands to join you and the new soldier they joined with.

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3. Drunken confession in the times after Carentan

The bar was deafening and unorderly. Soldiers of all ranks and ages were drinking, a golden yellow ale were being thrust into the air in cheer over the recent win in Carentan.

Malarkey and his best friends, Warren Muck and Alex Penkala were seated in a small booth towards the back of the bar with each of them having an ale on the table.

Malarkey excuses himself, going to grab another drink, he blows a sigh through his lips and begins pushing himself through the mass of people and to the bar.

When he finally got to the counter, two bartenders were rushing between calls for another beer. He was going to be here for awhile.

While standing patiently waiting for a drink, a figure approaches. Malarkey recognizes it as Lieutenant Winters and immediately is straightening himself out when he approaches. "Sir?" He questions when the red-headed lieutenant stops in front of him.

"Malarkey. I think it'd be best for sergeant Y/n to be off for the night. Except, she won't listen to me."

Donald smiles at the Lieutenant, peeking over his shoulder in the direction he came, sure enough seeing a drunken you, half asleep and nearly falling off your chair. "Will do, lieutenant."

"Have a good evening, Malarkey." And with that the man was off.

Making his way over to you, the ginger tapped you on the shoulder gently, prompting a grunt in response. "C'mon y/n, we gotta get you to bed."

Attempting to stand you nearly topple over, Malarkey's hand reaching out to grip your forearm, a giggle escaping your drunken lips. After stumbling out into the warm summer air and across camp, Malarkey had you nearly in bed and was ready to leave you to your own.

He draws in a deep breath and leans down hesitantly. Malarkey places his lips lightly on your cheek for a moment, hunched over your half-asleep form.

Moments pass where you stay like that before he whispers a soft "good night" and exits the room promptly.

when he leaves he can feel the giddiness running through his veins, a smile pulling itself onto his lips.

Oh god he was in for it.

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4. Bastogne; frozen hell

Malarkey wasn’t sure what to do anymore. There was a dull ache that filled his chest, a sensation that he could only describe as a leech sucking the life straight from the organ that pumped blood throughout his body. He was a man stranded on an island, unable to get off.

Muck was gone. Penkala was gone too. Gone as in, He’d never talk to them again. Bodies blown into oblivion by a direct hit of a mortar. If he’d known the last words he had spoken to them would've been so soon, he would have told them a whole lot more. Told them how good of friends they had become and how dear they had become to him. But he'd never get that chance because they had been taken from him all too soon. Like a bandaid being pulled off a fresh wound, much to early to fend off the infectious depression threatening to poison him from the brain. Kill him with his own emotions.

Oh god, he wanted to break down. He wanted to be held in the arms of the person he loved. Wanted to cry so hard all his worries went away. But Malarkey wasn’t supposed to do that; wasn't allowed for he was a man in a time of war.

Malarkey was perched on the edge of the cot he was assigned, elbows resting on tired knees and supporting his head while he stared meaninglessly at the floor. His eyes traced over the brown cracks etched into worn floorboards, following each individual splinter and fissure, curious to where they ended up.

“Malarkey?”

He knew it was you, in the back of his mind your voice clicked, but he didn’t have it in himself to look up or respond in fear he would break down. He didn’t want to seem so vulnerable in front of you.

“Don?”

Malarkey could feel a piece of his cold, lifeless gaze peel away with the soft mention of his name, the syllables falling delicately from your perfect mouth. And when he looked up, his crestfallen gaze meeting your concerned one, he felt the strong want to cry. The emotion must've crossed his face more prominently than he’d have liked, as something flashed in your gaze and immediately you were ready to comfort the grief-stricken man.

“Oh, Malarkey.” You say, breath no louder than a whisper, immediately seating yourself beside him on the bed and wrapping your arms around him, pulling him into the most delicate hug he’s ever had.

He finds it comforting how it reminds him of his mother back home. How she used to wrap him up in her arms and whisper sweet nothings into his ear when he would cry. Malarkey thinks about a lot of things while lying in your arms. He thinks about Muck, teasing him about something stupid he had done while Alex laughs from the side, adding on to the playful mocking they induce. He thinks about home, about his brothers John and Bob and his sister, Marilyn, or his mother and father, how they were all waiting patiently for his return to the states.

“I’m so so sorry.” You mumble into his hair, rocking the boy gently, “I know how much they meant to you.”

Malarkey doesn’t respond, he just cries silently into the comfort of your shoulder. He weeps onto your clothed arm, snot and wet tears soaking into the worn green fabric of your tunic– not like you mind.

When he feels like he's had enough, he's pulling away, red eyes puffy with tears and staring at you. "Thanks." It's quiet, such a low whisper before Malarkey is pulling away and standing up, leaving the tent.

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5. A broad named Margaret

Malarkey was done with war, done with the horrors forever etched into the fabrics of his very brain, done with firing a hot round of smoking gunpowder and bronze metal into a German's body and watching them fall to the ground.

He never thought he could have been happier when he received the news that the last of the German army surrendered.

The first thing he did was go looking for you, asking his fellow easy company boys if they'd seen you. After many, 'I Don't know, sir,' Liebgott was his savior and pointed out you were in a building just across the street.

Malarkey, bursting with joy, raced across the street and into the house, nearly running into you as he threw open the door.

He didn't even think, he just grabbed you and kissed you out of glee. He pulled away shortly after, barely recognizing the fact he probably ruined a good friendship out of his own moments of joy, and you looked like you were about to short circuit, pure surprise painting your face, "The Germans surrendered, the war's over!"

Malarkey is smiling down at you when your fist grab his collar harshly and yank him back down into a kiss.

He blinks in surprise, taken aback by your boldness, before melting into the kiss.

Yours and his lips move in sync, the world muted around the both of you, and the only sound was the beat of your hearts. The kiss was sweet as honey, soft and gentle, but full of love and affection. The taste of his lips lingered on yours, like a memory etched in your soul that you would never forget.

"Im sorry-" you splutter out shortly after.

"Sorry? About what?" Malarkey asks, a look of shock melting into his features.

"About Margaret– you love her, not me, and I just ruined that.. oh my God you probably hate me right now! Im just–"

Malarkey smiles and crashes his lips onto yours to silence your rambling, "You don't know how long I've wanted that." He whispers when he pulls away and leans his forehead against yours.

"B-but Margaret?"

"Oh silly," He chuckles, "Margaret was never real. We were talking about you."

"You were… thinking about kissing me?" A look of confusion paints your face while Malarkey laughs.

"Yes, sweetheart." He says before kissing you again.

If Malarkey thought he was happy about the end of the war, boy was he wrong. This made his whole life a greater place that he'd describe as a sunny meadow with white clouds scuttling across a vast blue sky and a colorful array of daisies and red eyed-susan's that blow gently in a breeze tainted with a smell of salt that wafts from the nearby ocean. That was his dream. To live there, in that place, with you. Luckily for him, the war was over, and you were both going home, together.

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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

[latibvles]

DON’T KEEP ME WAITING.

hello my dear @mccall-muffin !! I was your Secret Santa :) Have this Malarkey fic with some small hurt/comfort & unconditional love xx

PAIRING: Malarkey x Reader

GENRE: Fluff, angst if you squint

SUMMARY: He’s not the same after Bastogne and he knows it — you know it too, even if he didn’t realize it.

He always thought hell was meant to be this fiery pit millions of miles down. That’s what his mother taught him, anyway. But after Bastogne, Don figures he’d take the fiery pit over a frozen shell-ridden wasteland any day. He’d nearly shot himself in the foot just to catch a break.

He hadn’t, though, and sometimes that small victory was one of the few things he had to fall back on.

He still wasn’t sure if getting out of the patrol was a proper victory or not yet.

Of course, part of him was grateful to be out of it. He rarely got to sit anything out, ever. He’d been on the frontline of every single Operation since Normandy and he never complained, never made a stink about it. He kept moving because there was a job to do, and there were people counting on him. Buck, Guarnere, Toye, Penkala, Skip, you.

It was almost insane how that list became shorter and shorter with their time in Bastogne. But he quickly learned that war was insane — just as much as he was for jumping out of a perfectly good airplane nearly a year ago.

He stares at the battered wall across from his bunk, fists clenching and unclenching meticulously. You weren’t on the patrol either, and for that he was thankful. More than thankful, actually. He’d already said goodbye to too many people — some without them ever hearing it. The thought of potentially losing you? Over a prisoner snatch no less? That might be enough for Don to actually shoot himself in the foot.

Which was probably a little selfish, given that this entire time, you’ve been so graciously holding out a hand for him to take and he’s been expertly avoiding it. And he knows he shouldn’t — because you’d sit and you’d listen and maybe things would be lifted off of his shoulders, if only for a couple moments. But then where would they go? Straight onto your shoulders — and he couldn’t do that to you in good conscience.

“Don!”

He snaps his gaze, looks towards the door. Speak of the devil, and they shall appear. You stand there in the doorway, brows furrowed and worry evident on your features.

He watches as your lips pull into a frown and your brows furrow. “You didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?” Don shakes his head, picking at the skin of his fingers as he turns to look at you.

“Spaced out. Sorry about that,” he mutters. You reach out and take one of his hands, grabbing it and giving it a squeeze. He cracks a smile at that. At any moment he could be blown up or shot or meet his demise in a number of ways — and here you were, worrying about his fingers. “Run it by me again?”

“Winters is letting Jones go on the patrol. Vest, too,” for a moment, a wave of dread washes over him, but as if sensing it, you continue. “Martin’s leading the patrol, not Jones,” And as quickly as that dread arrived, it dissipates with your words, and Don can’t help but crack a smile at that. You haven’t let go of his hand yet. “...I think that’s the most I’ve seen you smile in the past three weeks.”

“Really? I’ve uh… I’ve smiled plenty.”

“Mm. No, not like this,” You bump your shoulder with his, he sways a little bit in response, and the small chuckle you let out makes him smile a little wider. “You don’t look like you’re about to puke into your helmet or anything. And you’re not being short for once.”

He doesn’t miss the sincerity in your tone, the way your fingers curl around his hand a little tighter. He’s been tethered to you for a while now — but something about the action feels… more tangible this way. He’d wanted to stick by your side for a while now. This felt like you granting permission for him to do so. But he doesn’t say that.

“You noticed all that? I didn’t…”

“Realize? I didn’t think you did,” He tracks your gaze as it shifts towards the window, covered in dust from the artillery that shakes Hageneu during the day, before it goes back to his face. “The rest of us did though. The guys didn’t… know what to do. I just figured it’d be best to wait until you came back or let me in or…”

You trail off and Don finds some type of courage to shift the hold so he’s properly lacing your fingers with his own. Your hands are warm and rough like his, the scars are similar but not exact, like the wear and tear on your ODs, the tired look in your eye. Cut from similar cloth, but not the exact same — and maybe he feels a little silly for not acknowledging that no matter how hard he tried, his burdens would always be yours.

That’s been your way since Toccoa and he doesn’t know when he forgot that, when he tricked himself into thinking that would somehow change now, when you knew that he would probably need it most.

“Must think I’m pretty rude, keeping a lady waiting, huh?”

“The absolute rudest, just what would your mother say?” At that, he chuckles, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand, looking down at how neatly they’re intertwined. Like two pieces of a puzzle.

“Smack me upside the head with the morning paper, and push me to take you out to dinner to make up for it,” and then, looking up at you, “But hot broth and spuds aren’t much of a dinner, so we might have to take a rain check on that one.”

You laugh and his heart does a flip at the sound. He could stay here all day, if given the chance — sitting on this paper thin mattress and looking at you like he’s back in Oregon sitting with a girl on the bleachers at a football game. All he can do is stare, smiling in a way that he knows is likely silly-looking, clinging to that sound. You settle for a moment, shaking your head, the smile ever present.

“Careful, I might actually take you up on it.” You state, looking at him. For a moment, Don bites his lip. And maybe it’s that he no longer reeks of artillery fire because of the shower, or maybe it’s the relief that he isn’t going on the patrol. Maybe it’s because if Toye and Guarnere and Muck were here, they’d be egging him on and telling him to open his mouth.

“Don’t think that’d be such a bad thing. A… A date, when we’re stateside. I know a pretty good restaurant.” He can feel his cheeks flush as he says it, but you don’t react to what he says for a moment, until you raise a brow at him.

“Are you asking me to go home with you, Don?” He doesn’t say anything, but he nods his head. You let out a sharp exhale through the nose, your eyes crinkling at the corners. “Alright then, pick me up at seven and don’t leave me waiting.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, but… in the meantime…” he finds himself leaning towards you — and maybe it’s his own impulse, but he presses his lips to yours in a firm kiss, his hand squeezing yours. And when you kiss him back with that same certainty, all he can do is smile and pull you in closer.

[nixoninc]

This Christmas Eve (Donald Malarkey x Reader)

Dear @emmythespacecowgirl

Ho Ho Ho and Merry Christmas from your Secret Santa! Hope you enjoy this piece inspired by your prompts. I had a blast writing it - it's short and sweet but hope you'll love it. Happy Holidays!

“Wow, did you see that?!” Don Malarkey whisper-shouted to you across the sofa.

Your eyelids had been drooping and you had been resisting the urge to fall asleep for some time now. At his prompt, you sat up and tried focusing on the animal documentary he was watching on the screen in front of you.

You were at Luz’s annual Christmas Eve party and looking around it seemed you and Don were the only ones not yet passed out and sprawled across various pieces of miss-matched furniture in Joe and George’s apartment. You caught sight of the clock on the wall and saw it was nearly past 2am – no wonder your body wanted sleep. It had been a long evening full of drinking and laughter and childlike excitement for Christmas and more drinking.

Had it been anyone else on the other side of the sofa, you would have excused yourself and bid them a goodnight. Only it wasn’t anyone else, it was Don; your best friend.

“Mmm, what happened,” you asked him.

“Well, when we finished all the Christmas films in Luz’s queue, I switched it over to Lemur Island – have you ever seen this? These guys are so cool!” His eyes were wide and twinkling as he began filling you in on all the parts you missed and how they’re his new favourite thing in the world. “I mean did you know there’s over 100 species of lemur out there and yet they all live in pretty much the same place?” This went on for a while…

“Also, they’re a matriarch – how cool is that – and they can even sing! Like c’mon these dudes are awesome, don’t you think?”

Malarkey’s voice was rising with excitement towards the end of his outburst and starting to stir some of the others, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care even in the slightest. You were charmed by the joy and child-like excitement in his voice. You loved him so much in that moment – he had no idea, but God did you love him.

You couldn’t help laughing at this point. “Yeah Don, lemurs are pretty great. They’re actually my favourites, how long have you been watching this?”

“Oh, only a couple of hours, but I’ll tell ya it’s addictive stuff.”

You laughed again and the two of you slipped into easy conversation for the next few minutes. After a while you noticed that a blanket had been draped around you that definitely wasn’t there when you started falling asleep.

Don caught the confusion on your face, “Um yeah, you looked cold so hope you don’t mind I found a blanket in one of Luz’s rooms to make sure you were comfortable.”

You glanced up at Malarkey through your eyelashes and he suddenly seems much closer than before. You weren’t sure if it was the soft lighting from the TV or the late hour that took its effect, but he never looked more stunning.

You had been wondering for a while the possibility of your feelings being reciprocated. You caught stray looks from him when he thought you weren’t looking and the guys always teased you both calling you the mum and dad of the group.

For so long you were afraid of making a move and ruining your perfect friendship if he didn’t feel the same way. That fear was still nestled deep inside of you but courage rushed to the surface quicker and you leaned across, subtly tucking yourself into his outstretched arm along the edge of the sofa.

He didn’t protest and actually did the opposite by wrapping his muscular arm around you loosely. You could feel his heartbeat under the blanket and it was the safest you’d ever felt.

You kept watching the lemurs frolic around the screen some longer, both adding in funny commentary along the way. “Ha look how that one walks funnier than the other… woah they can jump so high… phew did you see the rings of the one’s tail!”

When the credits started to roll you considered shutting your eyes and just staying there wrapped up in the man of your dreams. Just for one night.

You didn’t want to break the spell of this moment, but sent a prayer up that he knew and felt the same way too.

You cleared your throat and eventually turned to face him before the next episode rolled on. “Hey Don,”

“Yeah Y/N,” he gazed down at you with so much tenderness in his deep brown eyes. His scene enveloping you and feeling like you were the only two people on the planet right now. And you knew, you just knew that all this wasn’t just in your head and there was a future together after all.

“Merry Christmas”

[ferally-ships]

hi :) are you working on anything rn?

Hi Sweet Anon! There's a small list..and given you came to my personal blog, which is a mess of multiple fandoms, I'm not sure which fandom you came from so I'll give you a run-down...

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒: @lieutenant-speirs ▸ Lᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ Pʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ (Lɪᴘᴛᴏɴ); 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. ▸ Sɢᴛ. Mᴀʀᴛɪɴ x Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ Cᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ (Pʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡ ʜᴇʀᴇ); 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. ▸ Sick Lipton, Caring Speirs (This idea) 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 ▸ Malarkey Needs a Hug drabble (𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @liebgotts-lovergirl) 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 ▸ Asks in general - 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋: @hitman-two ▸ Amazing Grace content (Doc Bryan x Grace) 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. ▸ Brad Smut (Requested twice!) 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. ▸Ray or Walt request 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. ▸ Brad x Reader (Female Reporter) request 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 - 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍: [𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜]

[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]

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

[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"

[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.

[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.

[beachszn]

band of brothers • black and white