#Joe toye ship

[ithinkabouttzu]

HI IT’S KAY!! ok here’s my request

a fellow soldier is shot in the chest, the men rip their clothes off like usual to attend to the wound, not thinking twice about it, and then… BAM! TITS! how do the men of easy company react?

Easy co. finding out you’re a girl!

A/n: Thank you for requesting Kay! You’re the best ;)) @saintmalosunsets

genre: comedy/romance? (i’m not even sure what this is tbh)

warnings: innuendos, mentions of blood and war. (fem! reader, but anyone can read!)

Description: The men finding out that their comrade was secretly a girl after opening their shirt to tend to a wound (mulan style)

taglist: @executethyself35 @linhkhanhcps @1waveshortofashipwreck @grumpy-liebgott @barbeygirl @samwinchesterslostshoe @ronsenthal @sweetxvanixlla @mstiemountainhop (If you want to be on this list, let me know!! :))

BoB masterlist

Dick Winters: To put it wisely, he’s worried, very worried. He’s of course not going to show you or any of the other men that, but he is. I think he probably would've had suspicions before, either that or he flat out knew you were a girl but didn’t say anything for your safety and protection. When he hears of some of the men uncovering your secret he’s there at the scene immediately, his first instinct is to protect you and ask questions later. “Everyone get away from her! Are you alright, miss?” He might develop just a teeny tiny crush that only nix knows about too lol.

Lewis Nixon: I mean guys, he’s an intelligence officer, so of course he’s also gonna have some suspicion like Dick, but he won’t pry on the subject, if you are a girl, who cares? As long as you’re putting in the effort, he really doesn’t give a shit. When you’re hurt and they rip open your shirt all he can say is, “Damn” It’s obvious that he isn’t surprised by the fact that you’re a girl but by the fact that they’re there lmao. He’ll treat you the same afterwards and will probs try and matchmake you and Dick.

Carwood Lipton: He would be blushing so bad, he immediately takes off his jacket and gives it to you so that you have some proper clothing. “You’re a girl?” He is surprised at the fact that he didn't catch it sooner tbh. As soon as he knows you’re okay, all he wants to do is protect you away from the other guys and make sure you are taken care of. “If any of the guys bother you, let me know, okay?” I think he’d be the sweetest about the whole situation, He’d be the type to get you tampons if you were too shy to ask Roe.

Joe Toye: He can’t help but stare, only for like a few seconds though before Roe tells him to cut it out, once he’s brought back out of his trance I think he would make sure you are okay, doing whatever the Doc tells him to do until he knows you will be fine. Afterwards, he tries not to be too different around you. He can’t help but scold himself when he swears around you because he doesn’t wanna make you uncomfortable. He’s like your little body guard that follows you around (That is also secretly in love with you haha.) making sure none of the guys are trying anything stupid.

Joe Liebgott: He hates to be like some weirdo, and he doesn’t mean to stare, he just does accidentally. Absolute bliss would be the proper word to describe his face when your shirt rips open. He quickly beat himself up about it afterwards and makes sure to stay focused on your health and see if you are okay or not. While you’re gone at the aid station he would be a worried mess, his exact words would be, “Pretty girls like her need to be protected at all times”, He stress smokes until you are back, when you are back he’s apologizing to you about staring earlier. (Also like the others, he’s madly in love with you lmao)

Bill Guarnere: Surprisingly, I don’t think he would look as much as the other guys would, his first priority is your safety, and until you are for sure going to be okay, he’s not going to be thinking of anything else. His reaction is a bit late though, like he doesn’t fully realize that you’re a girl, and what he saw earlier was NOT pecks, until you are gone with Roe. He will swear to keep your secret safe with him, your friendship would have either two scenarios: one would be him flirting with you 24/7 until you give him at least one shot. Two would be him taking you in as his little sis and protecting you at all costs. (He would protect you for both tho for sure)

George Luz: He’s like Lieb in this situation (Like a lot of the other guys lmao) he’s in a trance, only a second before he makes himself snap out of it. He’s so surprised though, like, he genuinely had no idea?? It’s such a shock that he has to take a second and process all the information lol. After you come back from being hurt, be ready to be asked a million questions by the one and only George Luz, he’s gotta know how you did it, acting like a boy for so long. From then on, he will be at your beckon call whenever you need him.

Bull Randleman: Before even thinking about it, this gentleman is taking off his shirt and wrapping it around you so that you don’t feel uncomfortable while Roe is wrapping your wounds. He would be shocked but also not really? He always just assumed you were more of a feminine guy and had no problem with it, but after you get hurt then it starts to make a bit more sense of you being a girl. When you get back from the hospital, he's joining Toye as another one of your body guards, absolutely no one is bothering you anytime soon.

Eugene Roe: He’s shocked, very very shocked, but he continues to do his job and make sure you are okay first before anything else. If anyone tried to bother you during your recovery all he would say is “Leave the her alone.” (cue the infamous death stare) Like some of the others, he’s got your back 24/7. You need tampons? he’s got them. You need any kind of feminine products? He’ll get them for you. On a weekend back from Paris, He’d probably gift you a bracelet or something sweet like that. (He also likes you but keeps it strictly professional until the war is over.)

Floyd Talbert: When he opens your shirt and sees everything, no joke this man almost passes out, he doesn't mean to disrespect you at all, and feels kinda like he did for ripping your shirt without any questions, he’s also very overwhelmed at the moment, he’ll have to take a step back and let Roe take over so he can take a sip of water (The mans thirsty alright?) Whenever you come back he’d honestly get shy around you at first (Which is very unlike him lol) but it's easy to say he catches feelings for you after what happened.

Skip Muck: He does NOT believe it's real at all. “Did Malark tell you to prank me? This is gotta be the best one yet!” He’s sure you’re messing with him until he sees that you’re actually hurt and in pain, then he starts freaking out. Once he knows you were okay though he would probably ask you a bunch of questions like luz, he’d also be apologizing for all the times he’s said some inappropriate shit in front of you lmao. He’s left 10 bucks less than before your secret (Yes him and the mortar boys betted on it) “I told you she was a girl!”

Don Malarkey: When your shirt pops open, his eyes pop so far out of his head, like it is so obvious that he likes what he sees. When he sees you are in actual pain though he quits the bullshit and offers you some support, (completely feels bad about looking earlier) he would be the sweetest, all of a sudden he’d start stuttering because he’s so nervous? “Yo-you’re gonna be okay, alright sweetie?” Once you’re away at the hospital he starts feeling horrible for all of the times he’s done or said some embarrassing stuff lol. He apologizes when you return with the guys, (Whilst also being super in love with you like the rest of the fellows)

Babe Heffron: “Oh geez” Like Floyd, he’d feel like passing out. This would be a COMPLETE shock to him, like he is genuinely so surprised he doesn't even know what to say. He makes sure you are okay before saying anything though, he doesn’t wanna make you uncomfortable but he doesn't want to act like it never happened. When you come back from the hospital he’s definitely gonna say some sweet but corny shit like, “You’ll always be like a little brother to me, no matter what you are.” This guy is your wingman when you need one for sure.

Shifty Powers: Like Lip, he’s looking away from your body to give you that privacy, he’s surprised, but he wouldn't wanna show you that and make you uncomfortable. It is obvious that he is blushing badly though. He would take off his shirt to wrap it around your body for the extra privacy (When Roe got you all fixed up.) Once you come back from the aid station he is the guy you go to whenever you need someone to talk to, he’s not a girl, but he’s so understanding and sweet, probably the one who’s chill about it the most.

Frank Perconte: “What the fuck?!” Like a lot of the other guys (unfortunately) he’s going to be absolutely freaking the fuck out. He hates to stare but your wound is right there, on your chest. Should he help you and touch it? Try to work around it as best as he can? He’s conflicted until Roe tells him to go and find another medic. When he does he’s kind of being a flabby mouth about the whole thing (not in a bad way but still.) When he knows you’re alright then he can finally relax, his next plan when you come back from the hospital is to swoon you until you are annoyed with him lmao.

Ronald Speirs: He isn’t surprised, and even if he was he surely doesn't show it. Most likely he probably knew and didn’t want to say anything, mostly because there is WAYY more important stuff going on at the moment in his opinion. Once you get back and are okay his eyes are gonna be on you 24/7. His constant questions are, “Where is y/n? Is she okay? Safe? Anyone?” He’s got like at least 4 guys protecting you and making sure you are okay at all times. If you got hurt again there would be hell to pay for the other men lmaooo.

Johnny Martin: “What the hell?” He is kinda pissed at himself for not noticing before. Once he realizes that you are a girl he sees how genuinely beautiful you are. When you get back from the hospital, He’s going to be the guy who is constantly getting on to the other men when they say something mean or inappropriate around you. “Any of this little fuckers bother you, I’ll hit ‘em up side the head.” Like Bill, he’s going to be your designated older brother (Not by choice, by chance ofc.)

Skinny Sisk: He’s absolutely tongue tied, he can’t say anything, and if he tried he would be a jumbling mess because you are the most beautiful thing he’s seen this entire fucking war. “Wow, thank God for you, honey.” When you get back to full health, this man is definitely going to be giving you all of the sweet talk, so much that it almost gets annoying. When you guys get to Austria he would loot so much shit for you it’s unreal lmaoo.

Chuck Grant: For him it’s love at first sight, (let's be honest this man is THIRSTY for you babes.) He’s kind of mad a little bit too ngl,(not mad at it you ofc) mostly because war is such a nasty and bad place and he would never want you to be apart or around something like it. It’s a bad environment and he wants to take you somewhere nice where you don’t have to be around a whole lot of annoying men. (His words not mine.) He’s pretty much the sweetest guy who will ALWAYs protect you!

David Webster: Bro is actually freaking out. Like having a full blown panic attack. I feel like he would have to take a step back and think about it before saying anything to you. (he probably won’t be able to help you after you’re hurt because he’s so shocked afterwards) he also feels kinda betrayed by all of it? Like he doesn’t get why you would keep the secret from him for so long. Once you and him both came back from your injuries I think he'd be all good tho and just glad to have you back.

Buck Compton: He is so shocked, like shocking in a good way but also a bad way? “I knew she was too pretty to be a boy” He’s tough like Toye, ready at your beckon call to beat up anybody who even THINKS of messing with you. Once you come back from your injury he would make sure to keep you extra close when the bullets start flying. He’s like a cool older friend that’s always there, for the most part. (also like the other guys is a big simp for you too)

THANKS AGAIN KAY!! LOVE YOU!!! If anyone else enjoyed this, please make sure to like or reblog! 💗

[sledgeleau]

gently holding out roe/toye to yall like a person in a park trying to feed birds

[blood-mocha-latte]

stormy - a luztoye drabble

for an ask from @malarkgirlypop || request an edit/drabble || i loved loved loved writing this, thank you for the ask <3 <3

The apartment they've found is all brick, sturdy and warm, but George can still feel the shaking of the thunder under his feet.

He sighs down at the metal tin that holds rapidly cooling water and dissipating bubbles. The sad, soggy lump of washcloths in his fist serves as a makeshift mop, because for some reason, they don't actually have one. 

They were in the middle of painting the walls of the kitchen blue – a (hopefully) better colour change from the dark orange it was when George, of course, dropped a good half quarter of blue all over the tile floor.

The thunder rumbles outside again. George groans, like it's a queue, and bunches his ‘mop’ together better before dunking it into the pail.

Leaning his knees on a rolled up towel, avoiding the harsh tile of the kitchen floor, he scrubs rather absently for a while.

He likes menial tasks, like this. Turning his brain off, George feels, is something that is both long and far between as well as just. Absent.

When he thinks — always, always thinking, and talking even more — it’s almost always about the now. About needing to clean the floor, about when they’ll need to water the plant on top of the fireplace again, about how they need a new bedspread, because George got blood all over their old one when he accidentally sliced his palm open with a razor.

(A mishap, with shaving. Joe had dropped something in their bedroom, and George had jolted so badly he’d needed fourteen stitches.)

Sometimes, though, he thinks of everyday and it blends into what used to be everyday; disjointed thoughts that he’ll need to call Lip down in West Virginia and ask about confirmation for blasting a house in Hagenau, that he’ll need to get new running shoes because Currahee tends to get muddier with the rain, this time of year.

This time, he thinks about Joe. Who, admittedly, consumes the majority of his thoughts, now. 

He thinks of a joke, and thinks about telling it to Joe, and realises he’s already told it to him, because he’s the only one George tells anything, anymore. He wonders vaguely about something that existed when he was a kid, and has to go and find Joe to ask him if he remembers that thing too, just to listen to him talk. He walks by a shop window with all sorts of jewellery in it, and wonders what Joe would do if he brought home rings.

As he scrubs at the tile, blue paint chipping off and into the cloths and George’s hands, he wonders if Joe’d like it if he could find Flash Gordon Conquers the Universe. Maybe they could watch it. Maybe they’d watch it for two seconds and get bored. Maybe, if George talked through it enough, he could get Joe to shut him up with his mouth, anchor a hand in his hair—

“George.” Joe says from the other side of the room, voice almost frustrated. George looks up from the mess on the floor; made no better by his scrubbing, and drops the ‘mop’ back into the soapy tin.

“Something wrong?” He asks, wiping his hands awkwardly on the fabric of his pants as he makes his way over to where Joe sits on the couch, holding the paper against his good leg, pen in his left hand.

“No.” Joe says, too quickly, almost sharply. He huffs, once, through his nose, and shoves the paper up roughly when George comes to stand over the couch, bracing the palms of his hands against the back of it. “Just. I can't— fuck.” 

Joe gets like this, sometimes. Usually when it’s cold and it’s been a while since he last ate. Frustrated, sharp. More impatient than usual, maybe a bit clumsier.

George kneels behind the couch, grimacing slightly at the pop of his knees, and fights down the cushioning of the sofa to rest his chin on Joe's shoulder, skimming through the messy handwriting that Joe held up.

It's been easy enough to get settled in. The apartment is a decent size, both bedrooms are nice. George seems ecksausted

exosted

exausted

exaustid

“I don't know why the fuck I couldn't just say tired.” Joe says, dropping the paper back into his lap when George pulls back and noses absently against the shell of his ear to show he was done reading. His voice is strained, like he’s trying to make a joke.

“Well, you've got a big vernacular. Might as well use it.” George says lightly, using Joe’s good shoulder to push himself back up, grunting. “Christ, call an ambulance. Who let an old man get down on the floor?”

“You're only twenty-seven, George.” Joe says absently as George rounded the side of the sofa. “And I don't have a big fucking vernacular. Can't spell for shit. It's not like I use fancy goddamn words all the time.”

“You use fancy words all the time.” George retorts, plopping down onto the couch and slipping his hands under his legs. Joe’s eyes, dark against his skin and framed by even darker lashes, glare down at them. “You just said vernacular.”

“Because you just said vernacular.” Joe says darkly, posture slouched. “I can't even spell vernacular.”

“Well, neither can I.” George says amiably. “There's probably a ‘j’ in there, somewhere.” 

Joe frowns down at the paper. “Can you even read the damn writing?” He asks, flipping the pencil clumsily between his fingers. George leans further into him, jostling his ribs with his elbow. Outside, the rumbling thunder seems to make the glass in the panes of their windows vibrate.

“Well, sure.” He says. “Could tell that you kept misspelling exhausted, couldn’t I?” Joe doesn’t meet his eyes.

“It’s not legible.” He murmurs. George sighs, and gently pulls the paper out of Joe’s grip before he crumples it into a ball. 

“Well, it’s not easy on the eyes.” He says lightly. He tries not to lie, but he doesn’t like being any sort of unkind. “But you are, so it makes up for it.”

“George.” Joe says, same way he always does. Like the beginning of a prayer, or a story. George just shrugs. He lets his head drop to Joe’s bare shoulder, fingers smoothing across his wifebeater.

“‘S fine, Joe.” He says. He’s leaning against Joe’s bad shoulder, and he can feel the lines of scarring and tissue against his temple and cheek like streaks of lightning. He taps his index finger against the deepest scar; one that runs from the crux of Joe’s neck and shoulder and wraps around his bicep to halfway down his forearm. “I can read it fine.”

Joe’s quiet. He shifts against George, and dry lips press to his forehead. 

“I can’t write so good, anymore.” He says. George knows. George was there when Joe couldn’t even use his right arm without it hurting, could barely keep a grasp on a tennis ball. George also knows that Joe tends to get inside his own head, tends to think that things are worse than they actually are, that every event is the start of a chain of bad ones.

That’s alright, though. That’s what he’s got George for, whether he likes it or not.

“Writing doesn’t matter.” George says. “I heard somewhere that Mark Twain couldn’t hold a pencil. He just said stuff and had other people write it down.” Joe snorts.

“That’s bullshit.” He mutters. George spreads his fingers against Joe’s forearm, pressing his palm to the scar. 

“Yeah.” He agrees easily. “Who gives a fuck, though.” Joe huffs. The thunder rumbles, as if in agreement, and they both turn their heads towards the window.

“Still stormy outside, I’d guess.” Joe says. George hums, turns his cheek to press a kiss to Joe’s shoulder. Fuck the kitchen tiles. They can be blue. It will probably come into fashion at some point, anyways.

“Yeah.” He says. “Who gives a fuck, though.”

[teabights]

crack ship?

Buck and Ron?

Winters and Roe?

Malark and Speirs?

Toye and Bill? (even i think we can agree that Bill is one of the few straights)

Lip and Luz?

Lieb and Talbert? Lieb and Tipper???????

[bellewintersroe]

Hiii could i please get a Easy company ship? (romantic and platonic) btw i love your work!!!

I’m a female (she/her) I am energetic, i have big heart, i’m funny I love to chill and listen to music. I have a little bit of a short temper, i’m stubborn, but i’m very loyal and stick up for the people i love, I can be a little emotional at times, i love to cook, i’m a dog lover, and i’m competitive and passionate. I Make up my own rules. i love scary movies. I’m a bit of a germaphobe and maybe little ocd. i’m very short, (5.0) I have brown eyes, wavy light brown hair, big lips, freckles, button nose, and an olive skin tone. I have high standards, i’m sympathetic, i’m an INTP, My hogwarts house is Hufflepuff ( even though i tried to be a slytherin so bad 😭) My love language is physical touch and acts of service, I grew up with brothers so i love watching sports and playing them. I’m a sagittarius, I like to play the piano, and read and write in my free time. and In the summers I love to fish and swim at my boathouse. And springtime is my favorite season.

Hi, thank you for your request, I had so much fun writing this!!! <3

I ship you with… Joe Toye!!

Let me start by saying how underrated Joe Toye is. Like if we’re being real here he’s super fucking attractive, tall, a little rough around the edges, doesn’t come across as a dick at all in any kinda situation.

let’s say if you’re all in camp Toccoa, training in whatever you want or let’s say you just live around there- Joe Toye would be the girl that everybody fancied. Literally they’d be giggling and gazing at him at he did PT.

Would probs not notice this at first- somebody like Bill nudges him and points it out. He smirks omg- but then gets back to what he’s doing a little awkwardly cos I feel like he could be the smallest bit shy??? Honestly who isn’t.

maybe Toye spots you when you and your friends are messing around, you could be having a competition of some sort in the pub in England, and Joe hears you before he sees you. You’re laughing away, getting a little too into the game and he finds himself smiling like a weirdo as his eyes are transfixed on you.

would stop mid conversation because he gets thrown off at how beautiful you are and that happens throughout the relationship.

The first thing he notices is your hair and your stunning features, he’s always been a sucker for girls with freckles and when you guys have conversations, he stares at your lips.

He doesn’t do this on purpose- but literally can’t help it, it’s one thing that really makes you fancy him cos I feel like it would just be so attractive and flirtatious skksiciwokdkfoek.

you’d walk past and his head would follow without gawping, but he realised how short you were and was stunned. Somebody shorter than Perconte?? Wtf.

I feel like he’d approach you after this, I think a lot of the boys would and Joe senses competition and butts in their first. He’d be sweet and charming with his raspy voice, you’d find his short temper funny and when he heard your laughter he could never take anything too seriously.

see’s you outside protecting your friend from some asshole outside and immediately goes into protective mode. See’s how well you can handle it and how truly passionate you are about those around him- this really sends him into overdrive.

I think it would take Toye some time to fall in love/ make things serious. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t know that he loves you, he just wants to draw out this exciting part of his life for as long as possible.

one of your first dates you go to watch a scary movie at the cinema and he’s the one jumping every ten minutes- growing agitated because Luz DEFFO crashes this.

I feel like compared to your more intuitive thinking, he makes more rash and spontaneous decisions. He’s the one probably coming up with date ideas and loves it when you wrap your hand around his arms.

he’d be so muscular and yum omg all the girls would be jealous of you and all the guys would be jealous of him cos what a beautiful couple.

as for your stat signs, Joe’s a Pisces, so just from a little research I can see you guys are in for a long lasting relationship that’s an ‘emotional rollercoaster’. Well when you’re said you can be emotional I thought this linked. Joe’s emotions are something harder to understand, sadness and any negative feeling would convert into anger. This could be a source of arguments for the two of you- but nothing too bad.

In arguments Joe would get all heated and his heart would beat a million miles an hour, deffo has some kinda phobia of losing you, and the war doesn’t make this any easier.

relating back to your compatibility the more you probably communicate with Joe the more you understand things about each other, eg how you handle situations- this makes things a wholeeeee lot easier.

super important after the war when you see him for the first time, he’s so fucking nervous it’s unreal and doesn’t feel good enough for you. I think you’d be super good at talking him out of this mindset and providing the reassurance he needs.

Can be insecure after the war, but this never ever converts into him being controlling or unnecessarily mean.

I feel like Joe wouldn’t have grown up fishing and swimming as often as you (I could be wrong but it fits the narrative lol) so when you first live together and show him all these activities he finds them so exciting no matter how grumpy he might seem.

gets sunburnt on the boat and doesn’t catch a single fish the first time you two go out.

you’re the one rubbing aloe Vera all over him as he complains about how stupid it all was. He deffo takes you back for a redo weeks later because he’s scared he’s ruined it for you.

You’d just be a super fucking cool couple, there’d be so much depth and enjoyment to your relationship, I feel like the flirting would never stop. The two of you have a real spark that everybody can see.

also if you want a dog, don’t tell him just turn up with one or two and force him to be open minded about pets cos I feel like he’d hate the thought of having one until he actually gets one lmao.

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I ship you platonically with… George Luz!

George would deffo annoy both you and Toye until he forces a friendship onto you.

he is irresistible tho you can’t deny it so I feel like you’d find yourself laughing along with whatever story he was saying and Joe would somewhat death glare you because you’re in the middle of making out- George don’t cock block me pls!

would tell Joe off if he ever upsets you.

would steal you candy bars, definitely and then throw them at your head.

I don’t think George would be a very huggy friend? I think he’d feel like he was overstepping boundaries and he’d make it clear to everybody especially Toye that he had the most respect for your relationship.

your friendship probably gets more serious when at war, there’s always a hint of playfulness there but the two of you can always tell when the other is just feeling down by looking at the other person.

george would laugh if something like a cute animal made you cry.

George would probably cry if you cried out of sadness.

[suugrbunz]

hi! If you’re still doing ships could I possibly get one for BoB? I’m bi a girl, My style is really influenced by the 70s and 80s with a pastel twist. Im avid reader and love learning things, even random information, is a hobby of mine. I get very passionate about my interests and could talk about them for a long time lol. I’m often dubbed the mom friend because of my personality but over the years “sarcastic aunt” has been added to that 😂 My love languages are physical touch and acts of service as well.

(Also hi I love your icon so much!!)

aw thank you babes 🫶🏻 I hope you enjoy your ship!!

꒰ I ship you with . . . Joe Toye ৎ୭ ꒱

I always imagine Joe Toye dating someone who dresses in lighter colours. It's just cute to imagine him with a golden retriever girlfriend. Though, I think sarcasm and similar humor to that would be toye's favourites. I mean, he's close to Luz. Which is how you two met!! George thought you two would get along swimmingly.

He was beyond right.

One day, Joe texted him asking him how to confess to you. George is such an amazing wing man.... But also might make things a bit funnier, it's George. (I love him which isn't necessary information but it's now here and I'm not deleting it)

George invited you two out to hangout with him. He ends up just blurting out that Joe has feelings for you. That isn't how Joe wanted it to go. He is blushing. Cute to see him blush but yknow still not ideal.

He seems like a good ol' fashioned lover boy yknow yknow

First kiss!! He's so gentle with you ahhh makes someone swoon <333

After a date that you two had gone on after a few weeks of dating; He's a bit nervous. He kisses your forehead first. Scoffs at himself, cups your cheeks, and then kisses your lips.

For a song you're giving like or like like by miniature tigers. I personally, have found its a perfect song for anyone who struggles to formulate a confession or even understand if someone likes them back. I love this song.

I think he'd be such a great bf. So soft. But also protective.

He will defend you from anyone

Might pick up 80s or 70s style as well

him in a crop top.

[softguarnere]

Heyyy, hope you’re good and hope you’re still doing these?

could I please request a BoB ship!! I’m 5”3 (somewhere around that) and I look fairly younger for my age. I’m a mixture between skinny and a little curvy and I’m a fake blonde lmao which reaches my mid / lower back and I have blue eyes.

I used to be really shy, and I still can feel a little self conscious/ anxious in certain situations I’m not comfortable with, but now I’m super outgoing and a little too chatty. I’m a really giggly person and find it hard to stay in a bad mood. I’m a little uncomfortable about being super open with people as use humour a lot of the time. Id say I can be a little flirty, but I get too shy or embarrassed the majority of the time.

I loveeee all animals apart from insects and reptiles, and I’m such a mix of loving time by myself and going out and socialising. I can be really emotional and empathetic and sometimes I do get a little worried about what people think about me. Apart from that I’m fairly level headed to other people, I try my best to say rational and want people to know they can turn to me if they ever need.

Hi Anon! Of course you can have a ship (I'm terribly sorry about the wait, school has been keeping me insanely busy)

I ship you with . . .

Joe Toye!

I get a lot of Luz vibes from you (in the best way possible), which meant that it was between the two of them. But I really feel like Joe would just be enamored with you!

Because he's taller than you, Joe would for sure be the boyfriend that comes up behind you, wraps you in his arms, and rests his chin on top of your head (very jealous of you bestie!)

No but I feel like he would love your hair? Don't get me wrong, he lives for the blonde, but even if you changed colors or went natural he would still think that you're drop dead gorgeous

And if you like your s/o touching your hair, then you're in luck, because Joe is actually really good at braiding hair. And with a little determination and some lessons, he could do other styles for you too

In social situations he would be so grateful for you. You're so outgoing and it's so easy for you to meet new people that it makes it easier for him to connect with others as well, since he's more introverted

But it definitely goes both ways! Being with Joe is like having your own personal body guard. He's scary good at predicting what you need. You start to get overwhelmed in a social setting but don't want to leave quite yet? He's holding your hair or has a reassuring hand on your waist. You're done with being social for the night? Him too, and he's already found an exit strategy

After the war, he tends to get a little overwhelmed in certain social situations as well. He knows that he can turn to you once you're alone together, but he's kind of a reserved person, so be patient with him and give him some time to learn that it's okay to open up to you

I also feel like you would just get along so well with his friends. Especially Luz. Y'all would just have a really fun time whenever the group meets up to hang out

Joe Toye does not let anyone mess with his girl -- whether that's a person or a spider. 100% the boyfriend who you can call for when you find a bug in the bathroom. He's already got it under a cup and is ready to take it outside, and he never complains about it once, it's very sweet

Thanks for the request! I hope you liked this 💕🕊️

[holdingforgeneralhugs]

Hello!! I love how you do your ships, and I was wondering if you did them for the Pacific?? If not, BoB would be fantastic!

I’m a 5’4” girl with a petite, hourglass build. I’m about to turn 21 (yay!!) and I have wavy mid-length light brown/blonde hair and brown eyes. I have a lot of Italian and Polish in me, and my family embraces those cultures! I have large lips, and my smile is a feature I have a lot of confidence in.

My enneagram is literally tied between 2 (The Helper) and 7 (The Enthusiast). My love languages are Physical Touch and Quality Time, and my MBTI type is ENFJ. I’m always pretty optimistic, and I love making others laugh! I’m very empathetic, compassionate, and conscientious. I love making others feel loved. I’m pretty adventurous, too, and I love having fun! I feel like I can make a good time almost out of anything! I love exploring abandoned buildings, museums, nature, shops, everything!! I also enjoy learning new skills. I just taught myself to knit, and I’m currently knitting scarves to send to service members overseas. I love to cook (especially Italian!), bake, read, write, paint, everything!! I love Old Hollywood and studying WW2, and from that I’ve developed a love of swing dancing. One of my last college courses is ballroom dancing, and I can’t wait!!

My perfect guy would be sweet, adventurous, masculine, and have a fantastic sense of humor, but be serious and thoughtful when he needs to be. One of my greatest ambitions is to get married, start a family, and live a simple, happy life full of adventure with my absolute best friend.

I know that’s a lot, but that pretty much sums me up completely!! Thank you so much in advance!! 💞

Hello dear, currently only doing BoB so I ship you with Joe Toye

He thinks you have the prettiest smile he's ever seen in his life (and yes, he's obsessed with your lips)

Exploring together?? He's more than happy to. Anywhere you want to go he's there you don't even need to ask.

He loves watching how excited you get about discovering new things, he thinks it's the most adorable thing.

He's always touching you in some way - holding your hand or resting it on your back. He also loves to rub his thumb over your knuckles when you're holding hands.

He loves how empathetic you are, and he knows if he needs you you're always there for him to lean on.

You two crack each other up in the most ridiculous ways. When you're together you've always got smiles on your faces and you're always laughing.

He's also good in those moments when things get serious, and you always have is full attention when there's a problem to be solved or an issue happening.

10/10 would get in a bust up if someone disrespected you

You're 2 peas in a pod, simple as.

[toyeday]

TOYE DAY 2024

DATES:

Wednesday, November 27 to Friday, November 29

RULES:

1 - Make absolutely anything you want to! Moodboards, edits, gifsets, fanvideos, fanfiction, headcanons, fanart, playlists, and more are all welcome. 2 - It is NOT required to follow all or any of the following prompts to participate in the event, absolutely any Joe Toye content tagged correctly will be accepted. 3- Tag either @toyeday in everything you make and/or use the tag #toyeday2024 in the creations you post, so that it can be reblogged from here! 4 - Any ships/pairings allowed, so long as Toye is involved. This isn't required, and absolutely anything with Toye will be welcomed. <3

PROMPTS:

WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 27

- Song: The Boxer by Simon and Garfunkel

- Themes: Music and/or Gentle

- Color Combination: Brown and Green

THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 28

- Song: Vienna by Billy Joel

- Themes: Pre-War/Post-War and/or Knuckles

- Color Combination: Black and White

FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 29

- Song: This Old Road by Kris Kristofferson

- Themes: Change and/or Self

- Color Combination: White and Blue

OTHER INFORMATION:

1 - Contact either this blog or @blood-mocha-latte if you have any questions about the event/prompts/dates. 2 - This event will be more lax, so unless there is a popular demand for it, there will be no Archive of our Own collection. However, this could change, so if you have a question about it, please reach out.

[indigo-graves]

Currahee | Joe Toye

If there was a waiting room in hell, it was overseen by Herbert Sobel. At least, that’s what Vivian had convinced herself over the span of three months under his orders. She hated to admit it, but Sobel had found a way to be harsher on her than the men of Easy, as if it was his life’s mission to prove just how wrong they had been to allow a woman into the Company. Between his constant reminders of her gender, of the balance that needed to be struck for her to continue a part of the paratroopers, of the way the men considered her nothing more than a distraction from their objectives. The only positive response from it all was the way the rest of the Company responded to his overt attempts to cut her down to size. 

At first, there were nods of agreement, eye rolls, knowing looks and glances her way. It evolved then to averted eyes, bitten cheeks, sympathetic looks. After months of proving herself as good of a candidate as any of her male counterparts, she was noticing gritted teeth, clenched fists, and muttered resentments. 

Similar to the ones that resounded around her as the Company busted their asses three miles up, three miles down. It was only on Currahee that Vivian ever found herself questioning if she would make it to Europe. She often joked with her companions about how they would have to ship her back home to her mother with a note about how she perished two and a half miles up a mountain in Georgia. 

True to her suspicions, as Vivian pushed herself up the last leg of the incline, she felt a cramp begin in her calf. Cursing, she limped to the side of the trail, away from the group of men that surrounded her. Sweat dripped from her brow as she leaned forward, reaching for her toes to stretch through the pain. She wiped her forehead and cheeks with the back of her free hand, blowing the strands of hair from her face. 

“You okay?” The gruff voice of one concerned Joe Toye only took her slightly by surprise. If anyone were going to stop, it was going to be Toye, who had found a way to show up just about anywhere when she needed any form of support (and even when she didn’t.) 

“Cramp,” she nodded back to him, kneading into the back of her calf. “I’ll be alright.” 

“Here,” Joe reached his canteen out towards her. 

“I’ve got my own,” she reminded him, adjusting the strap of her canteen on her shoulder. “Besides, it’ll be a boring weekend for anyone who takes a sip without Sobel’s okay.” 

Joe shrugged, “that’s why I offered mine.” 

“Thanks,” she smiled softly, starting to feel the muscle tension relent. She alternated between flexing and pointing her foot, sighing with relief. “You shouldn’t let them get too far. He’ll have your ass.” 

“Fuck ‘em,” Joe shrugged again. “I’ll tell him I was taking a piss.” 

Vivian laughed, “and what was I doing?” 

Joe felt heat rise in his cheeks as he recognized what this may look like to a Commander who was already working tirelessly to invalidate a woman’s place in the Company. He scratched the back of his head.

“I guess we should both get moving then,” he gestured to the rest of the company, starting to look smaller and smaller up ahead. 

“Yep,” Vivian replied, limping herself into a quick walk, then up to a jog. 

When they got up to the rest of the group, Vivian was able to slow her pace, thankful to give the burn in her lungs time to subside. 

“Where’d ya go?” Luz asked Toye, looking over at Vivian who was working overtime now to keep pace with the soreness in her calf. 

“Quickie in the woods?” Guarnere asked slyly, causing a few chuckles to resound. 

“Yeah, don’t forget to give your mother my regards,” Joe spat back, causing Vivian to smirk. Joe winked back at her.

[georgieluz]

oh ok then.! what about pairing your mutuals with band of brothers but as a couple.? ex: mutual x band of brother character.? with who your mutuals would be good with.?

ohhh wait sorry my brain is all over the place today. you said matchmake them with my mutuals, not cast them as. my bad! i shall provide the goods! i'll matchmake like my life depends on it!

(disclaimer: if you're aroace and i was unaware and paired you with someone consider it platonic! bc platonic pairings are just as important when it comes to vibes)

dick winters → @merriell-allesandro-shelton i think he'd be good for you! he'd be very calming and would bring a sense of stability amongst the chaos of life. i also think you'd be able to appreciate his dry sense of humour and he'd feel more at home and at ease bc of that.

lewis nixon → this was the hardest one and there were both too many choices and too little choices. there are a few people that would be obvious picks and way too predictable so i'm giving myself a challenge and i'm gonna pair all the nix stans with other characters :)

harry welsh → can i choose myself? come on, i'm literally your resident harry welsh stan!! no? ok, fine, @iceman-kazansky then! bc you're a fellow harry welsh appreciator and i trust you to dote on that man as much as i do!

carwood lipton → @theflyingfin bc you deserve the amount of love he would give! and i do think you would work well together. he'd appreciate your depth and willingness to express your emotions and just yeah, i'm speaking it into the ether

ron speirs → @hellofanidea. no i will not elaborate. ok i'm kidding i will slightly elaborate. this is one of those "push two people together bc you're curious about what would happen" so i am pushing you two together on account of a hunch that the result would be intriguing

bill guarnere → @cody-helix02 hello bud, you're getting guarnere bc i think you've got the perfect mix of chaos and lowkey softness that would work perfectly with him! y'know, you'd laugh a lot together but you could also ground each other, and i just think you'd have a very charming time together.

joe liebgott → @lamialamia bc i think your personalities would match pretty well. you both say what you think and what's on your mind so i think you'd both appreciate that openness and it would make communication a lot easier. i think your sense of humour would match well with his as well. yeah. i support it!

johnny martin → @cchickki you wouldn't be intimated by his grouchiness and i think it would be a fun match!

joe toye → @blood-mocha-latte. you'd give him the love and appreciation he deserves! i like the balance of how aesthetic you are and how abrupt he can seem on the outside? it makes sense in my head i swear!

eugene roe → @footprintsinthesxnd. i know you've been in a dick obsessed phase lately but you'll always be for gene in my eyes! otp for the ages!!!

george luz → @deadhoodwalking just vibes y'know

david webster → @starlordsatellite a good match up and i think you'd bring the fun out in him too??

babe heffron → @teabights do i feel like you'd make each other more chaotic? yes i do. do i support it with my whole chest? YES I DO

skip muck → @ep6bastogne i know i chose him for you in the cast your mutuals one but i think part of that was just from how well i think your vibes match? idk like i just think you'd have the best dates. y'know that couple that are really fun to hang out with in a group? yeah. that's you guys. fuck it, i ship it.

floyd talbert → me? sorry ok i swear i'll shut up. he's just so fucking pretty. ok back to business.. @hxad-ovxr-hxart don't question my methods the universe is telling me this is the right choice

alton more → @blvestxr (it would feel absolutely criminal to choose anyone else at this point but also you understand him and that's all he could ask for in a partner really.. someone who can see past the surface level stuff.. so yeah, 10/10 pairing)

shifty powers → @mads-weasley for some reason this just makes sense and popped into my head instantly?

chuck grant → @jump-wings. i feel like your aesthetics AND personalities just match nicely? does that make sense? it does to me so i say that's reason enough!

don malarkey → @lewis-winters bc you'd either balance each other out or it'd be a "fix him? i'm gonna make him worse" kinda situation that i'd be down to see unfold

this was a mess i'm sorry

i tried ok

don't fight me

you're stuck with them now

forever :)

[ithinkabouttzu]

May I request band of brothers x reader and reader falling asleep on them?

Yes ofc thank you for your request my beloved! 💗

BoB reaction to you falling asleep on them

genre: Romance; fluff

warnings: none

Description: BoB reaction to their s/o (you) falling asleep on them for the first time

Dick Winters

Okay so I think he would he shocked at first seeing you lay your head right on his chest with ease., “What are they doing?” Is what he’s probably thinking in his head, once he finally hears your soft snores, then he’d notice that you’ve fallen asleep on him. He’s smile softly to himself, making sure to be extra quiet and careful not to wake you up. Honestly he’d be a little blushy at first too, just happy that you feel comfortable enough to fall asleep on him

Lewis Nixon

His breathing would just stop at first when you lay your head on his shoulder. Like omg? You got this man over here getting nervoussss when you do that. Like you got him scared to even move an inch. He’d even try slowing down his breathing because he didn’t want to wake you up. He’d be so sweet about it, he’d hold you in his arms and stroke your hair softly. I could also seeing him getting sleepy and falling asleep on you :,)

Carwood Lipton

He is so cute about it, he’d ask you if you’re alright, not realizing how tired you were. Once he realized you had fallen asleep on him his heart literally melted omg. And you better get that he was still as stone when you were sleeping, bc you’re his bae and you deserve a good sleep in his arms. He’d hold you so softly and feeling of your head on him would make him just content. He’d definitely fall asleep to just holding you so comfortably.

Joe Toye

A huge smile appears on his face when he sees you laying your head on him. He’s tries to play it off all chill but he’s lowkey so excited on the inside. He would wrap an arm around you and keep you secure, making sure that if anyone came by that they were quiet, and ofc making sure he was quiet himself. The cutest thing of all though is how sweet he is to you when you wake up from your short nap. “How are you pretty thing? Ya sleep okay?” UGH he’d be so cute about it. I think you just falling asleep on him would be his favorite thing about y’all’s relationship.

Joe Liebgott

Freezes in his spot when he sees you laying your head on him. “Are you okay?” He’d say, Looking at your face he would see how exhausted you looked and maybe thought that you weren’t feeling good or something was wrong. When you told him that you were just sleepy, and that’s why, he would be so sweet. Honestly he would’ve gotten so happy hearing that’s why you were laying on him. Asking you if you want his jacket or something he has for you to warm up in. Resting on him would be one of the most comfiest things ever. Plus he’d be rubbing your arms up and down, hugging you super tight and warm.

Bill Guarnere

A big ole smirk would come up on his face so quickly. “get comfy, doll” He would rub his arms down back and forth on your arm, keeping a tight grip on your body. He would be so warm and comfortable to fall asleep on, he would try and keep quiet the whole time, especially when he heard you snoring. I think he would really enjoy you taking a nap on him (LOL) , He would end up getting so sleepy, he’d try fighting it off at first but he’d end up giving up after seeing how comfortable you were in his arms.

George Luz

Oh boy, he’s a total angel about the whole thing, when he sees you lay your head on you it makes his heart beat 2x faster then it’s original pace like omg. If you look up at him, all you will see on his face is that huge bright smile of his staring back at you. On the outside he’d try to keep it cool, and not make too much of a scene, but in the inside he was literally FREAKING out, like he is totally frozen in his position because he would feel absolutely horrible to accidentally wake you up. I think he would stroke your hair really nicely, helping you go to sleep with his calming touch almost immediately.

Bull Randleman

Ugh he’s honestly the best person to fall asleep on after a long day. He’d be so nice about it, at first he’d ask you if you were okay, “Are you alright. darlin’?” and you’d reply back just saying you were sleepy or something like that, and he’d say, “Come er’ get some sleep, princess/prince” He’d hold you super soft and would be a total snuggle bug. You made his day just holding onto him tightly while sleeping. he’d be a little nervous at first, because he didn’t want to accidentally hurt you or wake you at first, He would just watch you, admiring you and seeing how beautiful you truly are. He’s just so happy he gets to be around you, you make him so happy.

Eugene Roe

He’s having an internal breakdown when you just lay your head on him, you got him freaking out on the inside for real. He wouldn’t say anything to you about it though, he would just try his hardest to be natural, and he’d lean into you too, holding you by your shoulder and rubbing it slowly. He was nervous you could hear his heartbeat thumping out of his chest at first. But he still tried his best to be normal, and not make you uncomfortable in any way. Laying on him you’d almost fall asleep like immediately, there’s just something so warming about him, you just feel safe enough to sleep in his arms. While your sleeping, he thinks you look absolutely adorable. He’s ultimately glad that he’s with you right now.

Floyd Talbert

He is actually giggling on the inside like a little girl omg, also when you lay on him it’s just an ego booster, like out of all people, your laying on him, he definitely feels lucky, even though he knows his way around the ladies, all of that smoothness goes out the window with you. He just feels so happy when you lay on him comfortably, when he hears you snoring lightly, he can’t help but let out a small laugh and a huge smile. He just feels so nice with you laying on him, you are his favorite person ever.

Skip Muck

Okay so, I think he would be so so excited to be hanging out with you in general, so can you just imagine the look on his face when he sees you laying your head on his chest. Like his heart is ready to burst at any moment, don’t even get me started. I think he’d be so nervous to move, just because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable at all. He realizes that your sleeping when he hears your soft snores for the first time. He thinks you sound so so cute, like he falls in love with you a million times more when he hears that. Ugh he’s just so obsessed with you.

Don Malarkey

This sweet boy is more than happy for you to lay down on him. You’re sleepy? Well of course, lay down. His heart rate would go up by a bunch when you put your head on him, He can’t lie though, you feel so comfortable. I think he’d end up falling asleep first though and it’d be so cute, you’d look up to see him just snoring and he was passed out LOL, It’s just that he is so comfortable around you that he can fall asleep so easily, he doesn’t know why but he just does, oh and, something else that is absolutely adorable, is how even though he’s asleep, he will still stroke you hair so softly, just because he finds it so comforting holding you.

Babe Heffron

He is so happy when he sees you lay down on him, like his smile gets so big and his heart rate starts beating faster and faster. He would be so excited but nervous while you lay on him, he doesn’t want to disturb you or something that would make you get up, once he starts getting more comfortable with you laying on him, he’d wrap his arms around you and just hug you there, he’s super super sweet when you are laying down. And when he hears you snoring, ugh he thinks you are even cuter, he’d hold you for the rest of the time, just giving your the best forehead kisses and whispering the sweetest little things in your ear while you were asleep. “You’re my favorite, you know that right?”

Shifty Powers

Oh my, this sweethearts face would get so red when he sees you just laying down ask getting comfortable on his chest. He was honestly scared you could hear his heart beating because it was going so fast. He would timidly out his hand on your back and hold you gently. Honestly he’s the most comfortable person you could ever sleep with, Like just relaxing with him will make you instantly fall asleep. He’s so sweet the whole time, just rubbing your back and hugging in the best way ever. When he sees that your sleeping a huge smile appears on his face, he is in absolute awe of your beauty and he just loves you so much.

Frank Perconte

When he sees you laying down on his shoulder his body just rushes with love omg. He would be a little nervous at first but I think after awhile he would out of instinct just wrap his arms around you and hold you close, and in reaction to that I think he’d get really sleepy, like he’d be trying to fight sleep the whole time, just because he didn’t want to be rude. But when calls your name and you don’t answer back, He would look at you and see that you’re sleeping. He would he admiring you so hard, just thinking to himself how cute you are in his arms, before he finally fell asleep himself.

[horror-music]

Luztoye Week 2024 - Day 2: Weather

Today is a day of many firsts for me:

first fic on Tumblr and AO3

first fic out there in english (not my native language)

first time writing about a classic ship

first time writing for the bob fandom

I wrote it for the weather prompt and got inspired by the song Weather by RotFront.

If you find any grammatical or spelling mistakes, please let me know, I’ll try to fix it :)

Enjoy :)

All we talk about is the weather

Modern AU

Word count: 5,494

Pairing: George Luz x Joe Toye

Summary: It was the first time Joe went out in seven months.

It was the first time Joe saw George in seven months.

Yesterday it was six months ago since he got a text from George.

Today it was seven months since he last saw George.

Tomorrow it would be seven months since everything had changed.

Joe sat in his small apartment, smoking out the window, as the doorbell rang. Already annoyed that he had to get up again, he put his cigarette in the ashtray and muttered to himself when the doorbell rang once more. He got to his crutches and went to open the door.

Bill greeted him and without hesitation pushed himself beside Joe into his apartment. Joe sighed as he closed the door and turned around to his friend.

"Hello to you too."

"Yeah, yeah.“ He waved it off. "Have you thought about Saturday?" Bill plopped down on the sofa and looked at his friend waiting.

Joe rolled his eyes. He had secretly hoped that Bill had forgotten that he had asked him.

"Thought about it." Joe sat back down on his seat by the window to get the last puff of his smoke before it burned out on its own.

Bill turned around on the sofa to look at him and threw his arms up in frustration, "God! Joe! Just spit it out!"

For weeks, Bill had been trying to convince Joe to come to his birthday party on Saturday. They both knew it was unlikely that Joe would come. He hadn't gone out in over half a year.

Bill was the only one of his friends that Joe had seen face to face. For every other one, Joe always had an excuse not to talk to them for too long or see them in any way.

"I'm not coming." He stubbed out his cigarette and held the smoke in his lungs for a few seconds before looking out the window and blowing it into the warm spring air.

Bill's expression changed from annoyed to determined, "You know what? I don't care. You don't have a choice. You're coming! Even if I have to carry you there! No more of your crappy excuses." He pointed at Joe, sounding a little threatening at the end.

It didn't have the effect Bill had hoped for. Joe raised a brow and a half-smile crept across his lips. "You? Carry me?" He huffed. "Best joke in a long time."

"I'm serious. If you're not at my place by eight, I'll send someone to get you!" Bill still pointed at him as he got up from the couch.

Joe opened his mouth to say something, but Bill cut him off with a deadly stare, "Eight! And not a minute later!" With that he left Joe alone again.

He exhaled deeply and leaned back against the wall by the window. Joe was a little envious of Bill, though he wouldn't admit it. His friend walked and talked and was just like nothing had happened. Sure, he had a rough time too, but he got over it a few months ago. Joe, on the other hand, was the insecurity personified. Especially with his prosthetic. He only felt a little safer on his crutches. That's why he rarely left his apartment these days. He didn't want to feel the pitying looks of other people. Maybe there wouldn't be so many looks if he walked with his prosthetic. No one would see it if he wore long pants. But he limped too much with it to get by unnoticed. And after a while, it just hurt.

He lit another cigarette so he could focus on something other than his thoughts. When he was halfway through, his phone vibrated, signaling an incoming message.

Before his brain could make sense of the words on the screen, his heart skipped a beat, hoping that George had texted him.

As soon as his heart started beating faster, it was over and the warm feeling was replaced by a familiar sting.

The text was from Bill.

Who else should it be?

He reminded him that he meant what he said and gave him some unsolicited tips for his prosthetic. Joe didn't reply, he rarely did, but Bill knew that.

If George would be there on Saturday? Joe's thoughts began to wander again. Maybe he would, then he could see him again. Maybe Joe could even talk to him. Only that might make things worse. From the first day George heard that Joe was in the hospital, he made an effort to keep in touch with Joe. He texted him every day. At least for the first few months.

Deep down, Joe knew it was his fault that George had stopped texting him. Joe's replies weren't always much to start a conversation with. Mostly they were short sentences, to the point, without any further context. If it had been the other way around, Joe would have stopped texting much sooner than George.

With the knot that formed in his stomach at the thought of George, he put out his cigarette, closed the window and went over to his couch to watch some TV. He hoped that this distraction would help him more than smoking.

***

The days passed as usual and soon it was Saturday. First thing in the morning, Joe got another friendly, threatening text message from Bill about his deadline at eight p.m. Joe didn't answer.

Throughout the day, his thoughts circled around who would be at the party. If he should really go. If he wanted his friends to see him like this. If he wanted George to see him like this.

As the evening approached, Joe found himself in front of his closet with only a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair still damp from the shower. Minutes passed and he still couldn't decide on an outfit for the evening. He figured it would be best to start with some clean underwear and a sock. After several more minutes without picking out any clothes, he began to get annoyed with himself.

Why was it so hard to find something to wear? It was never difficult for him. He usually wore whatever was on top of the piles of clothes in the closet.

Maybe today was more special for him than he would admit. The chances were high that he would see George again, and every time he thought about an outfit, he thought about what George would say. Only the George in his head wasn't easy to please. If he had thought about the real George, it would have been much easier to decide on an outfit.

After an hour and a half, he was wearing a white T-shirt and his favorite black leather jacket.

This was a new record. That much time for such an ordinary outfit he used to wear more often.

The black pants he wanted to wear with it were on his bed, right next to his prosthetic. He wanted to put them on as late as possible to delay the pain as much as he could.

Joe checked the time on the oven as he walked back into the kitchen. He still had an hour before he had to be at Bill's. Just as he was about to sit back down by the window, his phone rang. He grabbed it from the kitchen counter where he had left it and took it with him, answering the call as he sat down and tried to light his cigarette at the same time.

"What?" Joe mumbled around the cigarette in his mouth. He saw Bill's face on the screen and decided he didn't need a proper greeting.

"You ready?"

"I've still got an hour!"

"Buck will pick you up in thirty minutes."

"Ey! That wasn't the deal! You said I had until eight to show up before you came to get me!" Joe replied loudly, letting his hand with the lighter sink to the windowsill.

"Don't make a fuss, Joe. You don't have to pay for an Uber and you can catch up with him. Just wait at the street in thirty minutes."

Joe exhaled the smoke from his current drag. "Why do you even care that I'm there tonight?"

"Because you're my friend. One of my best friends! And we've been through the same shit, and I don't want to see you shutting down more and more, and eventually not talking to me either. Life goes on, Joe, but you have to give it a chance to prove to you that it can be good,“ Bill's voice was both determined and frustrated.

Joe knew he was right and that he only meant well for him. That it wouldn't do him any good to go on living like this. But it was hard to believe Bill that things would get better.

"I'll be ready," Joe relented after a few moments of silence on both ends.

"Good. See ya."

"Yeah, bye."

They hung up and Joe's mind raced again. But this time he couldn't stop it. He just let the thoughts fly through his head and tried not to hold on to any of them. But it wasn't that easy.

Who would be there?

Would they still want to talk to him?

Would they treat him differently?

Would George still want to talk to him?

Would he treat him differently?

***

With his hands in his pockets, Joe stood in front of his apartment building waiting for Buck's car to show up. Five minutes late, he showed up and apologized for making him wait.

"Relax Buck, it's no big deal," Joe said as he got in the car.

"Good to see you Joe." Buck smiled at him with a pat on the shoulder.

"Good to see you, too." Joe returned the gesture and Buck merged back into traffic.

They had a light conversation about what had happened since they had last seen each other until Buck found a place to park his car. There wasn't a moment when Joe felt that Buck saw him differently or that they couldn't talk anymore. It gave Joe some of his confidence back.

The door to Bill's house was open, maybe because Bill was tired of going to the door every five minutes to let new guests in.

Joe followed Buck inside and looked around as casually as he could. An outsider would have guessed that he was looking for the birthday boy. The assumption wasn't that wrong, but the main reason for him was to see if he could find George.

He didn't find him, but almost everyone else was here. And soon word of his arrival at the party was making the rounds. The first person to come up to him was Babe. With a big smile on his face and a beer for him in his hand, he pulled him into a hug.

"It's so good to see you, buddy!"

"Yeah, you too."

Gene was next and from that point on it seemed as if nothing had changed. There was no accident, no suffering, no hospital, no rehab. Just friends at a party in a good mood, as always.

Joe managed to get to the kitchen between all the good-to-see-you's. He should eat something before he had another beer. Joe was looking at the different kinds of pizza on the table when someone from behind gave him a squeeze on the shoulder.

"I'm really glad you're here." It was Bill.

Joe nodded as he turned around with a slice of pepperoni pizza in his hands.

"Yeah, me too. It's not as bad as I thought."

"Told you! And it gets even better in-" Bill looked at the clock above the door. "In about ten minutes."

Joe's eyebrows met his hairline, waiting for an explanation that didn't come.

"Trust me," was all Bill said before grabbing a slice of pizza.

"Happy birthday, by the way," Joe called out to Bill before he could leave with his food.

Great. Trusting Bill was playing with fire. It could be really good or really, really bad. However, Joe didn't have enough time to think about it now that he heard voices approaching the kitchen.

Malarkey, Skip and Penkala entered the room laughing as he munched on his second slice. As soon as they saw Joe, his peaceful break was over. He hadn't talked to them today, so it was another good-to-see-you and a you-look-good from each of them.

He wasn't angry with them, they hadn't seen each other for a long time either, like everyone else.

Maybe they sensed that he wasn't in much of a mood to tell them about his life the last few months, so they told him about every little prank they'd pulled on the others. In at least every other story, George played a role that made Joe hang on their every word. Right now, it might be possible that George, like Beetlejuice, will appear if you say his name three times in a row.

Joe's focus was distracted when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Bill had sent him a rather cryptic message: "Ten minutes are up".

Confused, he shook his head and put the phone back in his pocket when he heard a familiar voice from the living room. It sounded a lot like Dike, their incompetent substitute teacher from college. But that wasn't possible, was it? Bill had to have invited him. That wouldn't happen in a hundred years. As the pieces fell into place in his head, he mumbled an excuse to the trio and headed for the living room.

There he stood, still the same as the last time. Maybe even better looking. His brightly patterned button-up shirt, with the first two buttons undone, matched his extroverted personality, Joe thought to himself as a small smile played around the corner of his lips.

George was surrounded by their laughing friends as he made another impression of one of their teachers. Joe's stomach clenched as he realized how much he missed George's laughter. His silly jokes, his impressions, his voice.

George hadn't noticed him, and Joe wasn't sure he wanted to. He felt like the biggest asshole on the planet for treating George the way he did. For keeping him out of his life when he wanted nothing more than him.

Joe stared, but when George started to walk towards him, his heart stopped, only to race three times as fast as normal afterwards.

"Hey Toye."

That was it. Nothing more. No "Good to see you." No "You look good." Nothing.

He really screwed up.

"Hey, Luz."

What hurt Joe the most was that George wouldn't even look at him properly. The day it all went downhill seeped into his mind as Joe tried to look as neutral as he always did.

It had been a week without a text from George. The days when he texted Joe at least once a day were long gone, but a week without anything was new. Joe told himself that there wasn't a constant stabbing pain where his heart used to be. That everything was fine. George didn't have to write to him.

It hurt him even more when George texted again, but it wasn't "Hey Joe" or "Hey Joey" anymore. It was "Hi Toye." They hadn't called each other by their last names when they were alone in what felt like forever. And it stung. He was too much of a coward to say anything. George called him Toye again, so Joe called him Luz. No big deal, right?

"If you don't talk to him, I'm gonna drown you in the sink!" Bill hissed at Joe, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Joe looked at him and quietly asked what he was talking about, but Bill just shook his head. "Cut the crap! We both know, and I'm sure we're not the only ones."

"It's really scary how much you know about me sometimes." Joe stepped around his friend and walked to the other side of the room. As far away from him and George as possible.

He sat down in the armchair in the corner, the pressure of the prosthetic on his leg immediately easing a bit.

It didn't take long for the next person to show up. Lip sat down on the couch across from him and offered him a beer, which he gladly accepted.

Lip started a conversation with him. At first it worked and Joe could concentrate on him, but as soon as George came into his field of vision, he didn't even realize that the subject had changed and that Lip was trying to convince him to talk to George. At the moment the latter was talking to Skip and Malarkey and their laughter made Joe's heart clench and swell at the same time. How much he wanted to be the reason for George's laughter.

As the evening wore on, Joe drank one beer after another and stared at George from a distance. Every now and then Bill gave his friend a meaningful look. And each time Joe rolled his eyes until he actually wanted to talk to George, but couldn't get him alone.

***

Joe was tired of staring but not being able to talk to George. He downed the rest of his beer and walked over to George, who was talking to Frank and Liebgott. His heart was racing from the second he got up. But he didn't care. Neither that George was in a conversation, nor that his heart seemed to be racing as if his life depended on it.

"Hey, sorry, but I have to kidnap our favorite jokester for a bit." Joe put his arm around George's shoulders and pulled him close before leading the way to the backyard.

On his way to the door, Joe grabbed a jacket from a chair and handed it to George. It wasn't his jacket, but it was still a little cold outside this time of year. He didn't want to see George shivering when he couldn't really put his arms around him to keep him warm.

The fresh air outside sobered Joe and caused him to drop his arm, realizing how stiff George was against him. Lighting a cigarette was the first natural act for both of them once they were out in the open. Neither of them spoke for a while. Normally George would be talking his ear off by now. That he didn't was a sign to Joe of how bad it was.

"It's not as cold as I thought." Joe's sad attempt at a conversation starter.

"Yeah." George took a drag of his cigarette.

"It was really sunny today though, maybe that's why."

George didn't answer.

"I'm glad it's getting warmer."

Again, nothing.

"The winter was colder than last year."

George huffed. "If you just wanna talk about the weather, go talk to someone else."

He was about to turn around and go back inside when Joe put a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to stop.

"What? If you have something to say, say it. I don't have time all night," George snapped at him.

How could he let this happen?

He remembered when they were almost like Bonnie and Clyde. When George knew exactly what to do or say to make him smile or calm him down. When Joe knew exactly what the other ate every morning and how many cups of coffee he needed after a night of drinking.

A time when they were so close that they even acted like a couple. Only without the romance, the touching and the open affection.

George made him do things he would never have done without him or with anyone else. And now it all seemed so long ago.

The plans he had before the accident.

Everything he had wanted to do with him or say to him had receded into unattainable distance.

When George came to the conclusion that he wouldn't get an answer, he sighed and turned around.

"I'm sorry, George," Joe let out, too fast and too blurred by the alcohol in his veins.

But George stopped in his tracks. "Yeah? And you know why?"

George knew it was easier just to say sorry than to say why. And Joe knew that George knew.

"Everything I did... or more, everything I didn't do.“

The smaller one still didn't speak, but he watched Joe, his brown eyes focused on him. Joe ran a hand through his hair as he sighed and looked down.

"I am sorry that I made it so difficult for you to keep in touch with me. I'm sorry that I never let you visit me. I'm sorry I tried to keep you out of my life. And I'm sorry it worked."

George's expression softened. "Do you really mean that?"

Joe nodded so fast he was afraid he might get whiplash.

"Then why did you do it? I just wanted to be there for you." His soft features turned to sad ones.

It occurred to Joe how unwanted he must have made George feel. His gaze focused on the tree somewhere behind George, at the end of the property. The pain in George's eyes was too much to bear.

It took Joe a minute and a few deep breaths before he replied, "I just... I... Goddammit." He couldn't form a proper sentence in his head, let alone say it out loud.

To collect himself, he wanted to take another puff on his cigarette, only to realize that he had already smoked it down to the filter. Frustrated, he flicks the cigarette butt away.

Even before Joe reached for his pack of cigarettes again, George silently offered him one of his own. Joe took it and placed it between his lips for George to light. The warm light from the lighter cast shadows across George's features. There was a kind of mystery about him that made him even more attractive in Joe's eyes.

"I was afraid that you wouldn't like me when you saw me. Especially when I was in the hospital. And I didn't want your pity either."

He paused, taking a deep drag of his cigarette.

"I was afraid that the accident and my condition afterwards would destroy everything we'd built up. Now I know it was me. I was selfish and afraid of the pain, that you wouldn't want anything more to do with me. I never gave you a chance. I'm sorry."

His eyes met those of the smaller one once more, and he tried to put everything into that look that he was not able to express in words.

For a brief second, George's gaze flickered from his eyes to his lips and back. Yet neither of them did anything.

George blew out smoke as he spoke, "You know I'm your friend because I like you and not your leg, right?"

"Wha... What?" Joe was clearly confused. He poured his heart out to him and between everything George could have said, he decided to make some kind of a bad joke.

"Just because your body is changing in some way doesn't mean I like you any less than before. As long as you are happy and you are yourself, I will not look at you any differently than before." He stubbed out his cigarette butt on the floor and looked at Joe with a slight smile on his lips.

"But promise me one thing, okay?" George locked eyes with Joe again.

"Sure. Anything."

"Next time, just talk to me. If your head starts acting up again and you're thinking about things too much for your own good, especially if it has to do with me, then just talk to me. Deal?"

Joe swallowed hard. He didn't want to start this whole thing over with a lie.

"Deal."

„Great." George smiled again and pointed towards the house. "Wanna go back inside or talk about the weather a little more?"

Joe chuckled briefly. "We can go back inside in a moment. But because of our new deal, there's one thing I need to say."

George focused on Joe again and nodded. "I'm all ears."

Joe took the last puff of his cigarette before throwing it on the ground and putting it out. "I thought about asking you out a few weeks before the accident, and I regret that I didn't. My mind was just too busy thinking of all the ways you could turn me down."

George's mouth hung open slightly as he stared at his friend.

"Ground Control to George. Are you in there?" Joe tried to joke and waved his hand in front of George's face.

"Stop that.“ George caught his wrist in mid-air and stopped him from moving. He cleared his throat as he lowered their hands. "Um... Would you mind rephrasing that into a question?"

It was dark out here, but Joe would bet that George's cheeks were turning slightly red.

Joe hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Would you like to go out on a date with me? Sometime?"

George let go of his wrist and Joe thought he would just laugh at him and walk away. That he had officially ended their relationship before it had begun.

George didn't laugh at him and didn't walk away either. He took his hand in his and looked back up at him. George's hand fit perfectly in his own and the feeling of skin against skin made his heart beat faster.

"I would love to."

Joe didn't even realize he was holding his breath until now, when he let it out in relief and smiled.

"Is there more in your head that you think about too much?" George asked him with a calming smile.

The other shook his head negatively. "Nothing that matters right now."

"Alright. Back inside then?"

Joe didn't answer, he just turned and started walking. George's hand was still in his.

As soon as they stepped over the threshold, Bill and Babe were waiting for them, a curious look on their faces.

"What were you talking about out there?" Bill asked straight out.

"The weather.“ George shrugged.

"That long?" Babe chimed in.

"Yeah, it's a beautiful night, isn't it, Joe?" George glanced to his side where latter stood, nodding in confirmation.

***

A few hours later, they were sitting side by side on the couch, shoulders lightly touching. Joe's eyes flickered over the wall of photos and stopped on one in particular. It was a picture of him and Bill, both of them on their new motorcycles. It had been a hell of a day, in the best possible way. They cruised around town until the sun went down.

It was the first time Joe had ever felt both free and at peace. And as he developed feelings for George, he knew he wanted to share those feelings with him.

"I always wanted to take you on a tour with me, you know? Just ride until our asses hurt and we have to ride back standing up," Joe mumbled in George's vague direction, but didn't take his eyes off the photo.

He almost thought George hadn't heard him, but then he felt a hand on his, squeezing it tightly.

The simple gesture was enough to encourage him to continue. "I wanted to feel your arms around me, your chest against my back, and just your weight with me on the bike. I hoped that you would feel the same sense of freedom and peace that I felt."

Another firm squeeze of his hand and George replied, "Your bike is still in Bill's garage, isn't it?"

"I think so. Why?" Joe looked confused and turned his head fully towards George.

"Then at least you could feel my arms around you and my chest against your back." George smiled at him.

Joe didn't move, his brain still processing what George was about to say. The alcohol in his system made it difficult for him to think at a normal speed. George stood up, dragging Joe with him, and headed for the garage.

"You goin' talk about the weather again?" Bill yelled laughing as he watched them walk out of the room hand in hand.

"Yeah! I haven't had a chance to check the weather in your garage yet," George replied with a grin over his shoulder, pulling Joe closer to his side.

Bill raised his eyebrows and pointed at them. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

The room brightened as George turned on the light switch.

There they were.

Both motorcycles, both still messed up.

But better than right after the drunk truck driver hit him and Bill.

Joe and Bill tried to fix them. It worked to the point where they could park them without fearing they would fall over any minute, but riding would never be possible again. At least with them.

George walked over to his bike and made a gentlemanly gesture for him to get on first. At that moment, Joe realized what George was up to. He grinned at George, but walked over and swung his prosthetic leg over the bike.

Joe had sat on his bike a few times since he had been out of the hospital. It didn't feel like it used to, but there was still a hint of the feeling he used to chase when he rode.

Everything that followed was like automatic. After shifting around a bit to find a comfortable position, he pulled the bike upright and folded the kickstand with his left foot.

He gave George a hand to sit behind him and when he was done finding a comfortable position for himself, Joe let go of the handles and leaned back until his back met George's chest. George leaned forward a little to keep from falling backwards off the bike and wrapped his arms around Joe's waist. He rested his chin on Joe's shoulder, who immediately responded by gently pressing his head against George's. After a few more seconds, Joe placed his hands over George's and drew little circles on them with his thumb.

Joe felt George's heartbeat through all the layers of fabric between them and his hot cheek against his head. He was sure that George could feel his heartbeat, too. It all felt like he had been missing it all his life, and now that he had it, his heart wanted to burst through his chest with happiness.

"And? Is it how you imagined it?" George whispered next to his ear. His breath tickled Joe and made him chuckle. "Not quite, but almost."

Silence returned.

"Thank you."

***

It was late, almost morning again, and Joe was standing by the side of the road with George, waiting for their Uber to arrive.

Since George didn't turn down his date request, Joe got a little bolder and, between two tequila shots, asked him if he wanted to spend the night at his place. George, already quite drunk, giggled and said yes, as if he were one of those clichéd high school girls who just got a smile from the handsome football quarterback.

If Joe had told him, George might have said it wasn't that far off.

But Joe didn't care. He said yes, and that was all that mattered.

"You know what?" George slurred, resting his head on Joe's shoulder.

"What?" Joe had to concentrate himself to get the word out clearly.

"We talked a lot about the weather today."

"That was just once, George."

"Uh-uh. We talked a lot about the weather."

"How drunk are you?" Joe tried to make George look up to meet his eyes, but he failed. He didn't move an inch.

A few seconds of silence passed, during which Joe thought George had fallen asleep.

"I'm not that drunk."

Joe just raised an eyebrow at him as George lifted his head from his shoulder to meet his gaze.

"We talked a lot about the weather in your head. All the dark clouds and rain and just bad weather up there," he poked Joe's forehead gently as he spoke.

"I didn't know you were a poetic drunk, Georgie." a smile played around the corner of Joe's lips.

"I'm always poetic!" George stuck out his chest to emphasize his point.

"Yeah, sure." Joe chuckled and ruffled the smaller man's hair.

He let his hand slip down the back of his head to rest on George's neck. The playfully arrogant expression on George's face softened as he noticed the other's lingering gaze. Joe's heart began to beat faster and he suddenly felt far too warm for a night in late April.

Without realizing it, he pulled George closer, his breath shallow. George leaned in as well, his gaze flickering from Joe's eyes to his lips and back again. George's warm breath brushed over his lips and for a brief moment he could feel George's soft lips on his own, even without touching them.

A car honked beside them and they jerked apart. The feeling of George's lips on his own was nothing more than a fantasy. At least for now.

[blood-mocha-latte]

the funniest thing in the world is that like every luztoye fic ever has them fucking against the wall. we're all on the same wavelength over here

[hffrns]

in honor of zach bryan finally releasing the great american bar scene, here is my zach bryan song assignments for random hbowar characters and ships with no explaination 😋😋

buck cleven – bathwater, tishomingo, & nine ball

bucky egan – whiskey river

hillbilly jones – american nights, quiet, heavy dreams, & purple gas

ack ack haldane – mine again

joe toye – crooked teeth

nixon – fifth of may

clegan – the way back & funny man

webgott – fear and friday's

hilldane – heavy eyes, oklahoma smokeshow, twenty so, & the outskirts

winnix – oklahoma smokeshow as well ! & boons

luztoye – november air

baberoe – motorcycle drive by & blue

literally all of them – northern thunder & east side of sorrow

[bellewintersroe]

Hiya lovely, I sent my ship description privately! 💖

Heyyy, thank you for your request!! I loveddd the detail omg so much to write about I’m honestly excited to write this???

I ship you with… Joe Liebgott!!

I was gonna try ship you with somebody else but nah you’re sooo similar to Liebgott in my mind there’s just no way I couldn’t? Like the chemistry and intensity between you both would be amazing? Like your values and looks and everything- sorry if you were hoping for somebody else but I couldn’t help myself!!!’

Joe would deffoooo love your feminine energy, like let’s say you did some pin up modelling on the side before the war and word spread around camp Toccoa fast- he’d probably hear about you before he saw you.

when he found this out omg he was dying to see you? Let’s be honest, Joe already knew he’d be attracted to you, when he heard a pin up model gone combat nurse (let’s just pretend) he already had it in his mind he wanted to be with you?

he just had a feeling? He probably manifested you before anybody even new what manifestation was lmao.

anyway so when he saw you it felt like it wasn’t real? Let’s just say you exceeded his expectations. He was almost like a dog in heat, whining to Webster and Tab how hot you were and all he’d done is walk past you??

This is liebgott we’re talking about I’m sorry but he notices your boobs. He keeps that part to himself but omg!!

your doe eyes and long hair that bounced around stuck in his mind and yes omg that feminine energy I mentioned earlier just captivated him??

finds out from Webster you have Jewish family and omg instantly you’re a perfect match in his mind?

anyway, I feel like he would appreciate how well you take care of your appearance? Let’s say even in Europe, you try your best, and out of everything so ugly in the war how can a literal Angel like you exist, holy shit-

this man needs water he fancies you so much.

as a couple you’d be so hot? Like not to sound shallow but I feel like you’re superrrrrr attractive and so is Liebgott? Like Ross McCall is sexy omg you two would look so good together people would be jealous.

Maybe one day he’d see you defending yourself/ cussing out somebody for insulting your intelligence just because you’re an attractive girl? Like no, being the feisty girl you are you’re not gonna tolerate this.

Joe contemplated stepping in but he admires how well you shut the man down so he watches from a far? Not only are you fucking beautiful but you’re sooo confident, that’s so sexy to Joe.

literally he’s already decided from this moment he wants to be yours.

I feel like he wouldn’t be shy? But maybe a little bit nervous seeing as he noticed you from afar, so one day when he bumped into you he’s a little worried you’re gonna be pissed at him?

but you’re not omg, you laugh it off and you’re so sweet checking up if he’s okay?? This sends his confidence a little higher and he’s suddenly so worried somebody else will ask you out before he did he asks you there and then?

why the hell wouldn’t you go on a date with him, he’s so cute?

but anyway, you go and get on like a house on fire of course! I think the two of you could be really open and I just think you’d get along almost immediately? Like the conversation just flows naturally and you tell him so much about yourself and oh my god tell him more, he can’t get enough of you.

Is sad the date ends so he takes you out on like 5000000 million more.

on your days off drives you around outside Georgia, let’s you drive and honestly is fearful for his life? He’s a such a drama queen OMG, cussing and grabbing hold of the car door for support.

the two of you discuss opinions on topics straight away, etc, religion, beliefs, equality. I feel like Joe could be surprisingly liberal?

like he may need a little education from you on equality on everything if we are talking about the 1940s, but honestly you’re surprised how down to earth and chilled he is when it’s just the two of you together??

Talking about alone time Joe can’t get enough of you- I’m talking kissing, grabbing, sex- you name it.

joe is obsessed with you, the more he finds out about you the more interested he becomes??

maybe one day on a rare weekend leave, you spot some asshole being awful to a young girl. You and Joe share a look and it’s instant fireworks, let’s just say the man backed down immediately.

joe is so proud of you after that and you’re so proud of him. God he kisses you so passionately and I feel like he admits he loves you in the most intense heated moment.

god the chemistry between you two is crazy, people can see it easily, let’s say you’re in a pub in England and after a couple of drinks you’re all over each other.

People wouldn’t even try hit on the either of you because they just know it wouldn’t even be worth it but omg if any guy dares to try come onto you Joe would be kissing his teeth, all up in their face and prepared to humiliate the life out of them.

You both would physically fight anybody if needed.

the same goes for during the war, you’re both so fiercely loyal to one another that you’d take a bullet for each other.

that’s where it gets a little scary. Joe knows the sweet and caring side to you, and he knows deep down you’re not invincible.

this scares the living shit outta you.

would maybe try do anything to get you off the line??

obviously you don’t want him to underestimate your abilities so this causes a little spat between the pair of you? But it’s all in good nature because at the end of the day you’re both so painfully in love with one another.

joe gets a little worried about you when he see’s you withdrawing, but explain to him that you’re just recharging your social battery and he’s understand completely.

falls in love more and more with you every day.

steals you chocolate.

would brush your hair or attempt to plait it.

Grabs your boobs and tries to get a little frisky in public, why the hell not?

I feel like the two of you have an unspoken language? Like you can communicate just through a glance. Often I feel like this would make you both burst out laughing and everybody would be so confused?

maybe you end up cracking up at something Webster said and he gets so uncomfortable by it? Joe would slap his back and say something with a mix of wittiness and sarcasm.

but seriously the energy between you two is crazy, even tho you’re both quite feisty and can get fairly heated you bring out the best in each other.

like seriously just run your hands through his hair and he’ll be the most gentle guy ever, he’d wanna hug you constantly and it’s one day when you’re doing that in which he brings up the thought of having like 50 babies together.

god you’re love is so pure, and so unbreakable. The trust between you both is amazing.

joe never invalidates any of your feelings, when you open up to him about your ptsd he’s almost shocked that he can relate? Like he’s not the most open person, but finds comfort in the fact you can both relate to one another about your mental health?

takes hold of your hand when he recognises you’re a little stressed or anxious in situations, I don’t even think he’d need to say anything, he’d just kiss the side of your temple and keep you close.

he’s much more patient with you than he is with himself or anybody else for that matter.

Tells you constantly you’d make the best moms omg he wants to get you preggers so bad.

despite both being fairly young and your circumstances your relationship is very very stable? Like you both have loads of fun yeah and can have the occasional clash, but at the end of the day you’re both each others person.

if you argue u can guarantee there’d be some amazing make up sex omg.

quickies everywhere- once Babe Heffron walked in on you both and literally screamed like a teenage girl?

You both carried on LOL

you’d tell him off for staring at your boobs in arguments and he’d get all embarrassed and lose the argument lmao.

He loves you sooooo much, he could never ever leave you and honestly takes such good care of you? He’s such a good husband, constantly surprising you, making you laugh, buying you thinks.

always carries around pictures of you wherever he goes.

has one hanging off his rear view mirror of his cab omg. Loves when people compliment you, he’s so proud that you’re his girl.

deffo 1000% gets off to pictures of your pin up modelling, pls take some more… private ones just for his eyes only. ~~~~~~~~~

platonically I match you with… Joe Toye !

Similar to you and Liebgott, Toye I think can be quite head strong? He’s confident, sarcastic, very similar to you.

he’s a little more chilled out yet more outgoing that you? You almost balance each other out perfectly.

I feel like maybe Joe started with having a crush on you because who doesn’t? But when he see’s you with Liebgott he rids that idea veryyyyy quickly.

probably had some flirty banter going on before you and Liebgott became a thing.

he hears somebody maybe talking about women in a bad way? Maybe some nurses? Idk but he tells them to shut their mouth or he’ll stick his brass knuckles where the sun don’t shine.

You watch on quietly and from that day giu just sorta bonded with him? He’s somebody you wanna be around??

Maybe when you get super pissed off about something the Germans did he talks you down? Like you’re super riled up about them firing in your direction and he sorta reminds you where you are and that you gotta stay rationale??

I feel like you’d hype each other up.

he’s a Pisces and as ur a Capricorn you can learn a lot from each other, hence why you maybe rationalise each other so often?

Neither of you are afraid to call each other out on each others bullshit.

that’s why Joe likes you? You give no shit and take no shit. He respects you.

Don’t tell anybody but he’s probs a little bit scared of Lieb???? Like don’t ask me why cos he’s way taller and he’s a good fighter, there’s just something kinda intimidating about Liebgott that you don’t cross.

like I’m best friends with your girl I promise that’s all- please don’t freak out.