#and Luz turns his head away from Lip to keep looking at Joe on the ground

[daretobeking]

@froggishg

"He's alive, he's got a couch—got a goddamn blanket. Snug as a bug."

CARWOOD LIPTON and GEORGE LUZ Easy Company Dynamics 1/?* | Band of Brothers *inspired by character dynamics

[m0isan]

Patience will pay off, sure? Joe Liebgott x Reader

Synopsis: George and y/n had trouble getting dates in England. He did want one and y/n didn't, but both ended up with one. While Joe ended up scoring a shower.

A/N: Just a little something, needed more Band of Brothers fics so thought i should give it a try. Sorry for my english, it's not my first language<3

Wordcount: 1420

Aldbourne, 1944.

George Luz was one of y/n best friends, the two had been attached by the hip since camp began at Toccoa. Everyone assumed that the relationship held something more than just friendship, but it never did. Ever since the travel to England both had found someone else that made the heart skip a beat.

George had been hung up on one English girl that lived in Aldbourne, so he had spent all his free time trying to get to know her and eventually ask her out. The problem for George was that the English girl did not seem to be interested in his attempts to woo her.

“George, just give up! She is obviously not going to say yes just because you ask one hundred times”, y/n said to her friend. “Now you are just scaring her away”.

George just looked at y/n. The two of them were seated outside on a bench trying to get away from all the noise the Americans had brought to the small English town. Geroge had a cigarette hanging from his lips and he had now turned his whole body towards y/n after she had dismissed his chances with the girl, ready to disagree.

“I don’t like this negative attitude you have y/n”, he said grinning, “I know what I’m doing”.

Y/n lit her own cigarette while scuffing at his words, “If you know what you are doing, why are you no were near a relationship with her… do you even know her name?”

“Of course, I know her name y/n! Give me some credit will ya!” he said at the same time he blew out some smoke. “Just because you can’t score a date doesn’t mean you have to look down on everyone else’s hope of getting one�� he smirked at this statement.

Y/n’s head flipped around, and she was now facing her friend and looking at him suspiciously. “What is that supposed to mean?” she hissed at him. George just looked amused at her question.

“I know about Joe” he simply said.

Y/n just stared at the boy in front of her. In her mind questions were traveling back and forth, but she couldn’t form a sentence with her mouth. George took advantage of her silence and continued, “I know you love him, it’s painfully obvious for everyone watching you. I think Liebgott is the only one besides you that doesn’t know, and that is just because he is so caught up in his love for you to notice”.

Y/n couldn’t believe her ears. She wanted to, but no… Joe Liebgott was in fact not in love with her, and she would not let herself get her hopes up. She knew better then that.

“Fuck off Luz, mind your own business and keep your ass out of mine” she would not sit and have this conversation, not when Geroge just were trying to tease her. Y/n got up and took one last blow from the cigarette before starting to walk back into the town.

“You know I’m right y/n! You can’t deny looove!” George yelled after her, but he stayed put on the bench and planed his own night, the night of nights when he finally would get the girl to say yes to him.

(Later the same night)

It was not what y/n had planned for the night, but she ended up at one of the bars in town, almost all her friends from Easy were there happily drinking and conversations were filling up the room. George had not turned up for the night, she had not seen him since she left him on the bench earlier that day. But Joe Liebgott was more than willing to keep her company. Around the table sat the other guys playing cards while drinking, y/n did not really pay attention to the game, but by the sound of it was Bill not on a winning streak tonight. She kept looking towards the door in the hope of catching George come in, she felt a need to apologize for the way she acted earlier.

But Joe did his best caching her attention and flirt with her throughout the night and she couldn’t deny the warm feeling she felt from his attempts. But she would never admit to him or to anyone else that she liked him, his ego was already too big for his own good. Maybe she thought to herself while sipping on her beer, in a future where he was a little bit more mature and not so full of himself could she admit it. But that is a big if.

Y/n drank the rest of her beer and stood up from her seat. “You getting another round Y/n?” Danald Malarkey was quick to ask her as she rose. “Nah, I’m done for tonight boys, you will have to find someone else to buy you beer”. She was met with protests and voices asking her to stay. A hand grabbed her wrist as she was about to turn around, she looked down and found Liebgott looking up at her.

“For real y/n? Leaving already? Can’t you just stay here, it’s not like you so much else to do”, Joe kept eye contact with her and the people closest to them had quiet down.

“Well, I’m going to need to go and have a shower to wash away the stank of having to be in the same room as you for more than ten minutes”, she gave him a sharp reply and she could hear a slight whistle from the table.

“You need any help with that?”, Joe answered quick, not bothering to point out her harsh tone. He rose to his feet, still holding on to her wrist.

Y/n rolled her eyes and looked at him, she could see his eyes glitter in the dim light and his eyes were full of hope. He was very close, way too close for her brain to not start running with thoughts of him, all him, in the showers… with her… NO, y/n had to stop herself thinking before she said anything. By now, the whole table was looking at them, waiting for what would come. Which y/n, to be honest, also were waiting for.

She could see Joe starting to say something, but she decided quicker, and her words came out before his did.

“Let’s make a deal, Liebgott”, she smiled at him and continued, “you can help me shower when that English girl agrees to a date with Luz”. The men around the table erupted in laughter at the same time she saw Joe’s expression drop.

“Way to go Lieb! Luz never getting that date and apparently so are you”, said Joe Toye, who was seated on the other side of Liebgott. Joe let go of her hand and sat down beside Toye again. But just as he sat down and Y/n once again turned towards the door, did it slam open, and George Luz came running towards the table where his friends were seated.

“Guys! Guys! Guess what just happened! You will never believe it!” he shouted as he made his way to the table. By now the whole pub was silent, all eyes on Luz who was panting heavily by his running.

“What now Luz? I’m busy getting my heart ripped out here”, Joe mumbled as he felt a pat on his shoulder from Toye beside him and Bill sending him a small smile from the other side of the table, all knowing the mans feelings towards y/n.

“Whatever Liebgott. But she said yes! Doris said yes to a date with me!” George had the biggest smile anyone had seen in a while. Men around the pub started applauding and whistling at Luz, not everyone had luck in finding a woman in England.

But Liebgott wasn’t looking at Luz anymore, his eyes were stuck on y/n and a smirk found its way onto his face. Y/n in return looked at him and their eyes locked with each other. Joe rose up from his seat and took her hand and with a playful gesture gestured towards the door.

“Ah, what the hell!” y/n gripped tighter on Joe’s hand and dragged him out of the pub into the night.

The guys at the table saw y/n and Joe leave and a wave of whistles accompanied them out, everyone had been waiting for them to finally do something about their feelings for each other. It just needed a little push in the right direction.

[donovanlizzie]

Reunion pt2 - Eugene ‘Doc’ Roe

MASTERLIST

BAND OF BROTHERS MASTERLIST

PART 1

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The days melded into nights amid the relentless chaos of the battlefield, each moment fraught with tension and uncertainty. For Eugene 'Doc' Roe, the memory of Y/n lingered like a beacon of hope amidst the darkness of war.

Once a distant acquaintance from high school, she was constantly on his mind, a reminder of a world beyond the brutality they faced daily.

His comrades began to notice his preoccupation, especially Edward 'Babe' Heffron, who settled beside him in the foxhole one evening, concern etched in his features.

"You've been quieter than usual, Roe. What's eating at you?" Babe prodded, his tone gentle yet insistent.

Roe hesitated, torn between the weight of his thoughts and the instinct to keep them hidden.

But as Babe persisted, the words spilled out almost involuntarily. "I ran into an old school friend at the hospital," he confessed, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"She's a medic for Dog Company." Babe's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Well, well, well, looks like Roe's been holding out on us," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Roe's anxiety surged. "Keep it down, Babe! This is serious," he urged, a sense of urgency in his tone. "Her name's Y/n," he added, the weight of his secret finally lifted off his shoulders.

Babe held up his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright, lips are sealed," he promised, understanding the gravity of the situation.

They fell into a companionable silence, mindful of the need for sound discipline in their company.

" wow - Y/N huh? she must be some dame!" Babe joked, elbowing Eugene, both trying to stop shivering.

" she was somethin'" Eugene drawled, looking up into the night sky.

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Months later, the Easy Company boys found themselves in Austria, the war in Europe over, but the battle in the Pacific still raging.

After being informed by Speirs that Easy Company would be deployed into the Pacific, morale was shattered once again.

"We will be training for war at 06:00," Speirs announced solemnly.

Eugene turned his head slightly, catching sight of someone he never thought he'd see again, Y/n , standing at the end of the platoon line. He felt a mix of emotions—relief to see her, yet sickened at the thought of her joining them in the Pacific.

"Eugene," she hummed, walking through the dispersing men.

"Y/n, what are you doing here?" Roe asked, his voice filled with concern.

"It's the end of the war in Europe, Gene. Pretty sure half the US Army is here-," she replied with a small smile.

She sighed after seeing his face contort into a sour expression, "I didn't have enough points to go home, so I asked for a transfer."

Roe pulled back slightly, his hands gently placed on her shoulders as he looked into her eyes, searching for any trace of doubt or fear. But all he found was unwavering strength and determination mirrored back at him.

"I was worried sick when I heard about the hospital bombing back in Bastogne," he admitted, squinting in the sunlight.

Y/n nodded, her gaze steady. "It was rough, but we were out in the field when it happened," she explained, a hint of sorrow in her voice. "A few good men got caught up in it all."

As they stood together, a sense of peace settled over them, a brief respite before they were thrown back into war again.

Then, some of the Easy boys clocked the two of them, shuffling over quickly. The group included Edward Babe Heffron, George Luz, Perconte, Joe Liebgott, and Webster.

Babe's eyes widened in realization as he approached, a grin spreading across his face. "Well, well, well, who do we have here? You gonna introduce us, Doc?" he exclaimed, nudging his comrades with an elbow.

"Roe's been keeping this one locked away, ain't he?" George spoke up, grinning at the two of them.

"What's this, Roe? Found yourself a sweetheart?" Perconte teased, a hint of humor in his voice.

Roe's cheeks flushed slightly as he exchanged a sheepish glance with Y/n. "Uh, guys, this is Y/n. She's the medic for Dog Company," he introduced, a note of warmth in his tone. "She's transferred to Easy now - she's gonna be jumping with us."

Babe stepped forward, extending his hand to Y/n with a grin. "I'm Babe Heffron, pleasure to meet you. Any friend of Roe's is a friend of ours," he said warmly, his easygoing demeanor putting Y/n at ease.

Y/n returned the handshake, a smile playing at her lips. "Nice to meet you all," she greeted, her voice laced with genuine warmth.

"Dog company, huh? You must know our captain, Speirs?" Joe Liebgott asked, curiosity evident in his tone.

Y/n chuckled, nodding her head. "Oh yeah, good ol' Speirs. Terrifying, isn't he?" she joked, a playful glint in her eyes. "But a damn good captain. We were all sorry to lose him to you Easy boys. - I'm glad to be in his company again for this, I'll tell you that much!"

The boys laughed at her remark. "Hey, we're on our way to play a little baseball - why don't you join us? Seeing as you're the newest medic for Easy!"

She agreed, letting the boys lead the way, while Roe lingered behind, slyly linking his arm with hers as they walked towards the baseball field.

The baseball game was in full swing, and for some, including Y/n, it was the first time they had genuinely smiled in months. They pushed the thought of jumping into the Pacific to the backs of their heads and tried to revel in the last moments of peace.

It was Roe's turn to hit the ball, and Perconte pitched. Roe swung with all his might, sending the ball soaring into the distance. Compton caught it and threw it directly to Y/n, who stood at the base Roe was running to.

"You're out, Medic man," she smirked as she caught the ball.

Roe stood up, a playful glint in his eye that even the Easy boys hadn't seen before. The two got up from the ground together, and Y/n felt her breath hitch as he took a step towards her.

"Na-a-a, get back, Mr.," she smirked, gently pushing at his chest, laughing slightly.

Just then, Winter and Nixon walked over with news, standing next to Speirs who called out to Easy to form a school circle. "Listen up - We've got some news," Winter said calmly. "This morning, President Truman received the unconditional surrender from the Japanese."

"The war is over,"

As soon as the words left Winter's mouth, the impact of the news reverberated through the gathered soldiers. Y/n's hand flew to her mouth in shock before instinctively reaching for Eugene's, seeking reassurance amidst the whirlwind of emotions.

She turned her head immediately to look at him, her eyes searching his face for confirmation, for solace.

Eugene, like the rest of them, wore a mixture of disbelief and relief etched into his features, the weight of years of hardship and sacrifice momentarily lifted from his shoulders.

As the words sank in, a wave of euphoria washed over the group. Some of the boys couldn't contain their joy any longer, and they erupted into cheers and whoops, their jubilant voices cutting through the tension that had lingered for so long.

Smiles broke out across faces that had grown accustomed to weariness and sorrow, and hugs were exchanged between comrades who had fought side by side through the darkest of days.

Caught up in the elation of the moment, Eugene acted on pure instinct. Without thinking, he swept Y/n up into his arms, her laughter ringing out like music amidst the cacophony of celebration. He spun her around in a full circle, the sheer relief and joy of the moment coursing through his veins like wildfire.

As they laughed together, he couldn't resist the overwhelming urge to kiss her.

Their passionate kiss elicited a few hoots and hollers from the surrounding men, the sound of their laughter serving as a backdrop to the intimate moment shared between her and Eugene.

In that fleeting instant, amidst the jubilation and the chaos, they found solace in each other's arms, a silent acknowledgment of all they had endured and all they had overcome.

"The war is over," Y/n whispered breathlessly as they finally broke apart, her voice filled with disbelief and wonder. And in that moment, standing amidst the jubilant throng of soldiers, Eugene knew that no matter what the future held, as long as they were together, they could weather any storm.

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[blood-mocha-latte]

HOVER LIKE A HUMMINGBIRD, HAUNT ME IN MY SLEEP

the loosely based hunger games luztoye au <3

“I don’t know what to say.” Luz said, voice lower, quieter, than it was in his previous interviews. In the games.

Joe shifted, almost uncomfortable. Victors sat in stands, and Luz stood with them; a grand entrance for some semblance of a shell audience.

Luz was wearing the roses again: carefully wound together from electric cables, scrubbed clean of any sight of the arena that could be seen on the surface. He was leaning, slightly, against Lipton. 

The burn along his leg wasn’t as bad as it could have been, being forced into the smoldering firewood of a Career encampment. The airy, half-done-up button down was a gentle gold, drawing attention away from the black, high-waisted slacks and limp.

It was near see-through, and Luz’s collarbone jutted out, prominent, almost delicate, where the fabric parted. He almost, it seemed, appeared to glow. 

“You’ll think of something.” Lipton told him, broad face creased in something close to concern. “Just smile. Keep smiling. Be grateful. They already love you.”

Luz was pale, eyes bright and face near unreadable. 

From where he stood next to him, Joe realized, all at once, that Luz was gripping Lipton’s hand tightly, almost trembling.

He let out a shaky breath, and it almost sounded like a laugh. He turned, looking over his shoulder, dark eyes meeting Joe’s own. It was startling, in a way, and it made Joe blink, for half of a second; the sharpness of his features, the prominence of his collarbones.

He looked almost breakable, if Joe could be stupid enough to think that.

“Don’t eat anything they offer you.” Joe said after a split second, voice hoarser than he’d like. “And don’t do anything that you don’t want to do.”

He didn’t know why he said it. It was useless advice: they could do whatever they wanted. There was nothing Luz could do: nothing that Joe or anyone else could do. But Luz just nodded, eyes shining with something almost glassy before turning back, letting go of another shaky breath.

“Okay.” He murmured, and Lipton gripped his shoulder in a brief, absent gesture before releasing him as he was called, name echoing slightly.

Joe watched as Luz’s grip at Lipton’s hand tightened, for half of a second, the way that he tilted his head up, rolled his shoulders back with a shaky breath. “Okay.” He said, again, rather quietly.

Joe watched Luz’s back as the other made his way down the stairs. It had been two years since Joe’s own game, and he still could barely remember the interview that had followed becoming a Victor. He’d barely spoken, he remembered that. Hadn’t been willing to give up anything.

Lipton stayed where he was in front of Joe, stockstill and quiet. “Hey, Joe.” He said after a moment, voice strained as Luz shook the hand of whatever interviewer Joe couldn’t remember the name of.

Joe kept his eyes on the screens that covered the auditorium around them, watched as Luz took a seat, careful not to limp, smile warm, nearly glowing.

“Lip.” Joe said, voice almost brittle. He was unsure of what to make of Lip, of how to react to him. Lipton was quiet, for half of a moment, before he spoke.

“I’d appreciate it,” He said, quiet and almost tepid. On the screen and on the stage, Luz was pale, but appeared at ease, settled back and careful. “If you didn’t get him killed.” 

[problematicfavesareproblematic]

Drinking Up This Sweet Decadence

George Luz x Reader One shot

Warnings: SMUT!, dom/sub under and overtones, George is an immature toddler but he’s *YOUR* IMMATURE TODDLER, shit attempts at humor, reader goes a lil overboard with scratching, George gets a lil stupid post-sexy time but it’s vv cute, no discussion of safewords/boundaries so I guess the dom/sub stuff isn’t well negotiated but whatevah.

Summary: George decides to be a pouty lil jealous boy and reader is having none of it

Title comes from Good Enough by Evanescence

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“Hey, Y/N- your back feeling okay?”

 Both you and Dick raise your heads from the map you’d splayed across the table in the Paratrooper- usurped pub, giving each other a quick look before you finally look at Nixon.

 “Uh….yeah, Lewis,” you narrow your eyes at the smirking man. “Why do you ask?”

 Nix shrugs and pulls a face. “Just curious if you could feel the daggers George Luz has been shooting your way.”

Furrowing your brows, you twist in your seat to look out at the sea of soldiers, frowning when you see exactly what Nixon was talking about.

George Luz was glaring at you, a deep frown of his own twisting his handsome face as you made eye contact with him. 

 A consummate goof, you weren’t unaccustomed to seeing the man pulling a face at you every now and again. More often than not, he’d do it when he felt that you were too hyper-focused on something- or if you became overly concerned and contemplative over a minute detail of whatever intel Nixon had most recently given you. He never failed to pull you from your darker thoughts, something that you had come to rely on despite your initial resistance to becoming his friend.

 But right now- this wasn’t George pulling a bit. Oh no, this was a genuine expression of upset.

Just as you opened parted your lips to mouth a question at him, he turned his glower to the beer in front of him, pointedly making conversation with Malarkey, Skip, and Alex. 

 “What’s that about?” Dick asked from your side. 

Turning back around, you shake your head and shrug. “No idea. Probably just had too much to drink and zoning out? I don’t know- the day I can explain why any of these Neanderthals do what they do is the day Hitler shaves off his mustache and admits he’s been a bit over the top with this whole affair.”

“Is it something you need to, uh, deal with?”

 You shake your head again, giving Nix a quick grin. “Nah, this is more important. Besides,” you shoot one more look over your shoulder before turning back. “Whatever it is, he’ll probably be over it come morning.”

With a nod, Nix refocuses on the map and takes a swig from his flask.

 “Okay, so the DZ is going to be in these fields, over here….”

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Turns out, Luz wasn’t over it by morning.

 Nor was he over it that afternoon, evening, or the two next days.

 Like some playground tiff gone personal, he was ignoring you. Not just ignoring you, but full-on pretending that you didn’t exist.  If you walked into a room, he walked out. If you said his name, he lost his ability to hear and continued with whatever he was doing. When he made eye contact with you, he would immediately look away.

 You should’ve known that this was an inherent risk when you started falling in love with someone who was such a child- that they would carry their immaturity into all aspects of their life. So here you were, in a battle of wits with an oversized toddler and two weeks away from D-Day.

 And you were pissed.

 You hadn’t done anything to warrant this sort of reaction from him- just three days ago you’d been having to scold him for getting too handsy in front of your commanding officers, the both of you biting back laughter when he’d made a whole show of pouting and whimpering like a wounded puppy. Things had been good- great even. You had no idea what sparked this drastic shift in behavior.

 But that didn’t mean you weren’t determined to find out.

 You’d heard from Joe Toye that Luz was ‘moping like a goddamn kid’ in their shared cabin, having declined Joe’s offer to go out to the bar tonight. Having been on your way to go on a short run, you decided that now was as good a time as any to get to the bottom of your lover’s temper tantrum. Whether he wanted to or not.

Opening the wooden door, you rolled your eyes when he instantly shifted his gaze to the wall opposite his bed. He was leaning against the headboard, arms crossed over his chest and his legs stretched in front of him on the unmade sheets- looking for all the world a bratty teenager whose mother had sent them to their room to think about what they’d just done.

 “Fancy meeting you here, Sweetheart!”

 He blinked defiantly as he petulantly continued to stare at the wall. That was fine, you were willing to work for it a little bit.

 “Last time I saw someone pull the silent treatment, I think I was still in elementary school,” you continue as you walk over to his bed, using your hip to shove his legs to the side so you could perch on the side of the mattress beside him. “I’ve got to say- your commitment to being difficult is admirable. Three days is a long time in Luz-years, isn’t it?”

 You tilt your head to the side and give him an amused smile, batting your eyes at him as you nudge your knee against his hip. 

“What’s got you so cross, huh?” 

 George, still purposefully looking over your shoulder, said nothing. You frown at that, your amusement at his upset dwindling rapidly into genuine frustration. Being in love with George Luz- being friends with George Luz- lent itself to aggravation enough as it was, his jokes and near-constant wisecracks were destined to get on your nerves at some point. Sometimes you wondered if that truly was the point.

 But this….whatever this was had you on edge for an entirely different reason. Even with all of his other quirks and habits, this felt especially childish. the time allotted for any sort of long-term comical event had long since passed, and with the days of the company’s time in England whittling down to near single digits, you had no patience for this silent treatment.

 Which is probably why George looked so shocked when you lightly (but effectively) slapped his cheek in order to regain his attention.

 “Hey,” you said again, voice much sharper than it had been before. “What’s the matter with you? What gives?”

 George looks at you with wide eyes, one of his hands coming up to rub against his pinkening cheek dumbly. When he doesn’t respond quickly enough for your liking, you swing a leg over his hips and straddle his lap, bracing your hands on either side of the wall he’s leaning against to effectively box him in.

“George, why are you being weird with me?”

 His brown eyes shift down to look at the collar of your PT shirt, the stretched-out fabric pulling to one side and revealing the paler skin of your collarbone. He suddenly looks incredibly young, something that hits you like a fist to the chest. As he swallows, you whisper his name again- concern starting to smooth the jagged edges of your agitation.

 Clearing his throat, George looks down and to the side as you feel his free hand come to lightly rest on the bare skin of your thigh, touching the skin like he fears it will cut him somehow.

 “It’s nothing, Y/N,” he says without conviction, almost like he knows you can hear that he’s lying before he even gives it a try. “‘M not being weird—”

“George.”

 This time he actually meets your gaze, his brows furrowing at the expression of worry you know your face has pulled itself into. Despite the fact that- not ten seconds ago- he’d been giving you the cold shoulder, George moves the hand that had been rubbing at his cheek to your face so his thumb can smooth the tension between your eyes. The way he did it almost seemed unconscious, the sweetness of the action not lost on you.

 So why had he been so distressed?

 “Talk to me,” you say quietly, leaning your head into his touch. “Please.”

 You allow your eyes to drift closed as he cups your cheek, the curve of his palm bending around your cheekbone as if it was made to hold it. 

 “You’re too good for me.”

 Opening your eyes quickly, you feel yourself frown at the statement. At first you think he’s joking, but you can tell by the grim smile on his handsome face that he is being painfully sincere. You quickly take his face in your hands and look at him incredulously, hating the look of defeat on his face.

 “What in the hell are you talking about?” you have to work to keep from sounding too exasperated, a new wave of frustration beginning to crest in your chest. “What on earth makes you think that?”

 When he doesn’t reply, you shake your head and narrow your eyes. “No, Luz- you don’t get to say something like that and then not elaborate. I never thought I’d ever have to demand this but goddamnit, George, I need you to talk to me!”

 Clenching his jaw, he twists his mouth from side to side before smirking ruefully. 

 “Seeing you and Nixon just….you’re too smart for a dumbass like me. You’re pretty and sharp and too fuckin�� brainy to  waste your time with some nobody who’s probably not even gonna make it past D-Day…..a girl like you could have anybody, and I like you too goddamn much to keep you from—”

 “Shut up.”

 His eyebrows shoot up at the venom in your voice. Tears prickle at your eyes as you think about all that he’s said, all that he’s been thinking for the past two days while he ignored you and allowed this to fester in his head while you were none the wiser. It hurt, his words physically caused you pain. It broke your heart to think that he thought so little of himself and was so thoroughly unconvinced of your unwavering devotion to him. 

Did he really think that, by ignoring you long enough, that you’d just move on to a more appropriate man? Someone more ‘deserving’ or ‘worthy’ of you?

 You’re a goddamned idiot, George Luz.

 You must’ve spoken the last part aloud, because abruptly he physically startles and pouts at you like an offended child. Too lost in your anger to find any humor in his reaction, you bite the inside of your cheek and glare at him.

 “I don’t want a Lewis Nixon! My entire life, I’ve been told that I’m supposed to marry a man like him- someone who went to an overpriced school and drinks overpriced wine and has perfect posture and perfect hair and the best fake charm money could buy,” you know your voice has gone shrill, but you’re too angry to care right now.

“And yeah, maybe that type of man could buy me a nice house with nice cars and give me heaps of rich, fat babies who have pretentious names that they can’t even pronounce until they’re eight or nine- but guess what, George?” 

 You slide your hands into his hair and grab fistfuls of it so he can’t look away from you even if he tried. Tears have been dripping down your cheeks for a while now, your throat growing tighter and tighter with each word you speak but you don’t dare stop. You need him to know how you feel, you have to clear any signs of doubt from his thick, perfect head.

“He wouldn’t love me. Men like that are hollow and selfish- they only know how to want and take.  They’d rather I sat quietly and smiled and gave them heirs than ask me about what I want. He would want me to be good and proper, he’d never care about me- not like you do.”

 Sniffing, you relax your grip on his hair and slide your hands down until they rest on his chest, barking out a rueful scoff as you let your eyes take in the pain on his face. “If you don’t want me any more, that’s fine. But don’t you dare ever try to break up with me for me again. Because as far as I’m concerned, you’re the love of my life, George Luz.”

 It’s quiet, the only sound that of your occasional sniff and the creak of the bed as he sits up a bit straighter. You’re about to plead for him to say something when he suddenly surges forward to kiss you soundly on the lips, pressing his mouth onto yours so strongly you find yourself being bent backward. His hands, hot and sure, splay themselves on your back- one pressing between your shoulder blades while the other at the base of your spine anchors you in his lap so you don’t fall.

There’s a desperation in this kiss, you can feel it in the harshness of his breathing and the determined tension of his hold on you. As you pull back to catch your breath, George doesn’t let you go far.

 “Do you mean that, Y/N?” he’s asking, words hot and heavy on your lips as he keeps his forehead pressed to yours. “Please tell me you aren’t just saying that because I—”

“I mean it.”

 You capture his mouth with yours before he can ask anything further, having made the decision to show him just how serious you were being. He whimpers into your mouth as you yank at the shoulders of his shirt aggressively- too focused on baring his skin to your greedy hands to think about the scolding he’ll get if you tear the fabric at all. From the way he’s fisting the hem of your own shirt, you think he’s on a similar wavelength.

 Sex with George was unlike anything you had experienced before. Never before had you had a partner be so wonderfully jovial about such intimacies- all of your previous experiences had led you to believe that it was meant to be a serious and choreographed affair, a misconception that always left you too anxious to ever derive any true pleasure from the act. 

 But with George…. you had learned to relax enough to realize that there was no right or wrong way to do it. If anything, the fumbles and mistakes had taught you that sex could actually be fun. 

 This was the first time he’d ever shown any sort of desperation or determination during foreplay, the first time you’d gotten any sense of urgency from him. 

You couldn’t fault him, however….not when you felt it too.

 By the time you’ve stripped each other of your respective shirts, you can’t help but grind yourself into him. George, eyes wide and staring, dips his head down to watch the way you roll your lower half against his, eyes following a path up and down your sternum with each gyration like a man entranced. You feel heat flood your face at the open gaping, your hands once again gripping the strands of his hair to pull his head up and back.

 His hiss fills you with some dark, carnal sense of pride. Especially when you see the glazed look in his eyes as you smirk at him.

 “What’s wrong, Georgie?” you murmur, brushing your nose with his while his hands slide up and down your spine like they’re lost. “Have I shocked you? Are you still jealous?”

 “‘M not jealous,” he insists, his blunt fingernails digging into the skin of your hips as your nipples brush across his chest unexpectedly. “Just want you….”

You kiss him again for that, gently scratching at the shorter hairs at the base of his neck as you pull back again. “You have me right now, Sweetheart.”

 You know that he is aware that you’re teasing him- something he’d normally retaliate in kind. But right now, he’s too drunk on something headier than normal to match your energy. It’s something you can relate to, the unfamiliar burn of dominance singing your veins like wildfire.

 “Are you reassured yet? What more can I do to make it clear that you’re mine?”

Blinking slowly, George gives his head a gentle shake. “N-Nothing….please-”

 Slipping one hand from his hair, you trace your fingertips over his lips and marvel at how soft and swollen they’ve become.

 “Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

 With high color in his cheeks, George doesn’t even attempt to hide the desperation in his voice as he groans under your touch. “‘M sorry….I’m sorry, Sugar. Just, just don’t stop. Please.”

Well, who are you to deny a request like that?

 When you kiss him this time, you do it more carefully and with less anger, gently allowing the kiss to deepen as one of his strong arms locks around your waist and the other hand trails up your stomach to rest between your breasts. You trail your fingers everywhere you can, up his arms and down his chest and around his back where you can feel each breath he takes beneath your palms.

As your thighs begin to shake, you tilt your head so your lips separate from his with a soft sound.

 “I need you inside of me,” you whisper, reaching down to where he’s grown hard for you and cupping him through his pants. “Can I have you inside me, George?”

“Yeah,” he nods, his words more an exhale than anything else. “Yessss….”

 Clumsily, you and he work to pull his trousers and briefs down to his upper thighs, with him taking the initiative to push them down further as you carefully use his precum to slick his cock while you stroke him. He nips at your breasts as you do so, resting his forehead on your breastbone and mouthing at whatever skin he can. Burying your face in his hair, you sigh contentedly as he slides his hand down the back of your PT shorts to brush at the wet petals of your sex with a deep groan.

 “Jesus Christ,” he whispers, the air from his words chilling the spit-slicked marks he’d been sucking on the tops of your breasts and sending goosebumps shaking down your body. “Fuck, Baby-”

 He cuts himself off with another deep groan when you reach behind yourself to pull his hand away so you can divest yourself of your remaining clothes. You can’t help but smile at the sound.

 “Why the long face, Sweetheart? Not ten minutes ago, you were ready to have me leave you for Lewis Nixon—”

“I’m sorry,” he all but blurts out, eyes trained on your naked body as you finally kick your legs free of the cotton shorts and underwear before crawling back into his lap. “I’m sorry, Y/N….”

 His apologetic tone only fuels the dark burn that’s taken up residence in your lower belly, and you decide that you want to hear more of it.

 “Say it again,” you demand, cupping your hand around the back of his neck while the other resumes its rhythm between his legs.

“I’m sorry,” he says quickly, his eyes falling shut as you tighten your grip on him. His cock is hard and hot in your hand, and when you pause to tease the head of it with your thumb you can feel his racing pulse against your palm.

 “Tell me what you’re sorry for,” you nearly snarl, inhaling the gasp that escapes his lips as you nestle him in between your lower lips. “Tell me, and I might even let you cum inside of me.”

 His hands have come to grip your ass, holding onto the soft flesh tightly as you rub yourself on his cock in a lewd echo of what you’d been doing earlier. The muscles in your thighs have begun to ache with fatigue, but you are too stubborn to stop torturing him.

 “I’m sorry I ignored you!” George’s voice has taken on a keening quality- something you find deliriously attractive. “‘M sorry I- shit!- that I didn’t talk ‘bout this, that I t-tried to tell you what to do! I...I- goddamn it, just fuckin’ do something, please!”

 You cut off his pleas with a kiss, quickly guiding him inside of you. You both break the kiss when he bottoms out- a curse being punched out of him while you release a whimper into the air above your heads. All of this had gotten you more aroused than you had initially realized, your body stilling as you struggle to control your breathing after the tip of his cock hits a spot inside of you that threatens to send you over the precipice prematurely.

 “You okay, Sugar?” George asks, the waiver in his voice telling you that this might be a quicker romp than either of you had been hoping for. “You alright?”

You nod, your walls tightening around him as you lower your head to press your forehead to his.

“Yeah, yeah….just gimme a sec.”

 Your stomach is trembling with arousal, and you know that your face is scrunched up unattractively as you force yourself to breathe through it.

 “Y/N?”

“Yeah?” you whisper tensely.

“I know you’re workin’ through something right now,” his voice is just breathy as yours, his hands nearly shaking as they clutch your hips. “But if you don’t move soon, I think I’m gonna lose my fuckin’ mind.”

You can’t help but laugh at that, the sound turning into a harmonizing moan with his from the way it moves your body. With a nod, you slot your nose with his.

“Sure, sure. I’ll get- oh!- righ’ on that.”

 As you roll your hips, your hands claw at whatever parts of him you can find, your jaw-dropping open with a gasp as the powerful sensation of fullness threatens to rob you of air.

 “Feels good….fuck, you feel good!”

 You’re only dimly aware of his praise, too lost in chasing the blissful heat threatening to burn you alive. You know that he’s talking to you still, that he’s being unbearably sweet and endearing and sincere but you can barely hear him over the screams from your mind that are telling you to move, move, move. 

His lips are at your neck, your head lolling back as you rut against him like some depraved and wanton degenerate from a crappy erotic novel but it feels too good for you to be embarrassed.

 “I’m gonna cum,” you choke out, his pubic bone hitting your clit in just the right way. “George—!”

 A white-hot bolt of lightning hits you before you can even ask him how close he is, your body shaking almost violently as you refuse to stop riding him. It’s only when you hear him curse that you know he’s tumbled over the cliff right after you, his strong arms locking around you and holding you to him while you hunch out the remainder of your orgasm atop him.

 By the time you sag against him, your throat is dry from your heavy breathing and your mind is basically gone- the sweat on your skin growing cold in the already chilly air of Alberborne. As George clumsily slides down the bed enough to lay flat on his back, you can do nothing more than rest heavily atop of him like the world’s least effective blanket.

 His pulse is as fast as a hummingbird's wings as it beats beneath your lips, your tongue darting out to lick at the sweat from his skin as you nuzzle your face into the curve of your neck. As feeling slowly returns to your limbs, you carefully feel around for the bunched-up blankets at the foot of the bed and kick them up your legs until you can grasp them in your hands. As you successfully cover the both of you up to your hips, George blindly fumbles around with his hand until he finds your neck and starts to brush up and away the hair that’s gotten sweat-stuck there.

 Neither of you speak, only a few grunts and groans exchanged as he carefully reaches between your bodies to help maneuver his softening cock from between your legs. You feel sated, so deeply sated that it takes you a few moments to remember that you hadn’t been exactly gentle with him while seeking your release.

 With a little tremor in your bones, you brace one hand on his chest and push yourself up so you can look down at him, feeling a mix of shyness and guilt at the sight of the red lines your nails had drawn across his torso. With careful fingers, you touch one of the raised pink marks you’d left along his collarbone and follow it up his neck before you hesitantly make eye contact with George, ready for him to hate you for being so aggressive and dominating.

 Instead, you find the dumbest grin stretching across his face- his eyes closed softly as he catches his breath. He must have felt you looking at him, because he licks his lips and lets out a breathy chuckle.

 “Ho-ly shit,” his eyes are soft and somewhat unfocused still when they open. “I think I’m in love.”

You frown slightly at that, his reaction not at all what you’d been mentally preparing for. Gaping stupidly for a moment, you sigh loudly and tilt your head to the side. “But I just- even after I….why?!”

 Upon hearing the distress in your voice, he shakes his head quickly and blinks through his haze enough to meet your gaze more intentionally. His smile unwavering, he raises his eyebrows with another laugh.

 “I don’t think I’ve cum that hard in my entire life, that’s why! Jesus, Sugar- I’m fuckin’ dizzy even now….”

Still confused and unsure, you clear your throat and look at him incredulously. “Really? You��.liked it? Are you sure—?”

“Liked it?!” George barks, shooting an equally incredulous look your way. “Y/N, i’m not sure if you were here the whole time, but I fucking blacked out, I liked it so much!”

You feel a smile curling on your lips, his words confusing you but in no way were they insincere. “Even after I, you know, scratched the hell out of you?”

 He nods enthusiastically, and you can’t help the giggle that escapes your chest as you run your hands through his hair and curl down so your face is closer to his.

 “And when I slapped you? Made you say ‘sorry’—?”

“Are you kidding me- that was my favorite part!”

 Before you can ask anything else, George reaches up to bring your face down to his so he can kiss you, grinning at the shocked stillness of your lips as you wrap your head around what he’s insisting. 

 He liked it. He doesn’t hate me for it.

 And, now that you felt that you could be honest to yourself, you’d like it, too. A lot.

 You pull back before he can deepen the kiss, taking his face in your hands and furrowing your brows.

 “I mean what I said, George Luz,” you say sternly, a sharp contrast to the gentle touches you’re swiping across his cheeks and jaw. “I want you. I love you. Don’t do that to me again.”

He scoffs at that. “How can I not? Now that I know that this is what you do when you’re angry, I may never talk to you again!”

 You shake your head. “Unbelievable. Has it not occurred to you that you could just ask nicely? I’m sure I can figure out something to be mad at you for….”

“Careful, Baby,” he warns teasingly, bringing a finger up to tap at your nose with faux seriousness. “Keep this up, and I’m gonna have to marry you before long.”

 Catching his wrist before he can touch your nose again, you smirk and roll your eyes. As you pin his wrist beside his head, you lower your face so your lips are just a hair’s breadth above his.

 “Oh, Sweetheart- don’t tempt me with a good time.”

You squeal as he quickly rolls you beneath him, the both of you erupting in laughter as he peppers kisses all across your face and neck.

 “Oh well,” George sighs as he nibbles at the soft underside of your jaw. “Never say I didn’t warn you.”

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How Easy Company would react to finding out you’re pregnant

Dick Winters: Dick would be so happy, and already making plans for the baby, like which colour to paint the nursery. He’d kiss your nose, then your forehead and lastly your lips and ending it all by putting his arms around you and holding you so close. He’d rest his chin on top of your head and completely envelope you. After a while he’d start discussing his plans with you, even going as far as to ask if you want to go and pick up paint after dinner.

Lewis Nixon: Lew would probably be the most hesitant of the guys at the prospect of a baby. He had a wife and child and that went down the drain so he’d be scared that the same thing would happen again. Due to this he wouldn’t have the best reaction at first, opting to go out for a drink and later showing up drunk at Dick’s house. The morning after Dick would talk some sense into him and Lew would come home, very apologetic and explaining why he left and promising to never do it again.

Ron Speirs: Ron would be surprised, to put it mildly. Sure, he knew that something like this might happen but he’s never seen himself as a father. He already loves the baby, and would do anything for them, but he’s not exactly a nurturing person. He wants to be a good father so bad, but he doesn’t know if he will be. You see the worry on his face and coax him into telling you his fears, which you readily calm. Once reassured he’ll kiss you passionately and cuddle with you in bed for hours, gently resting his hands on your stomach.

Carwood Lipton: Lip would look stunned for a moment, before breaking into a huge grin. He’d caress your face oh so gently and said that he’d hug you and spin you around if he wasn’t worried it could hurt the baby. You’d roll your eyes at him and tell him that you can’t imagine any of that hurting the baby. Lip would then hug you, but very carefully, and he’d still be too scared to spin you around.

Chuck Grant: Chuck would tentatively ask you if you were sure, not wanting to getting his hopes up in case it was just a false alarm. When you answered that you were sure he would take your hands in his and use them to, gently mind you, pull you to him. Once you were closer to him he would wrap his arms around your waist, look lovingly into your eyes and keep repeating things like ”We’re going to be parents.”, ”We’re having a baby” and ”I hope the baby looks like you”.

Floyd Talbert: It would take Floyd a second to register what you had said, but then he’d sweep you up into his arms and lift you from the ground, just looking at you with pure adoration in his eyes. He’d then give you a sweet kiss, which would eventually turn pretty heated. Floyd would carry you, careful not to let you fall, into the bedroom where you’d proceed to celebrate.

Eugene Roe: Gene would give you the softest smile possible, slowly walk toward you while looking into your eyes. When he’d reach you he’d gently put his hands on your cheeks and, still looking into your eyes, he’d tell you that he loved you. Gene would then pull you into a soft kiss before draping one of his arms over your shoulders and using the other to gently touch your stomach, all the while whispering french into your hair.

Don Malarkey: When you told him you could see something change in Don. The war had done its best to wear away at who he is and at his view of the world, but upon hearing the news he got a part of that back, he became hopeful of the future. He’d give you the most tender, gentle kiss he’s ever given you and shyly asks if he can feel your stomach, to which you answer that he doesn’t have to ask since it’s his baby too. He’d touch your stomach so gently and get a big smile on his face.

Bull Randleman: Bull is an attentive guy so he’d probably already have some suspicion that you were pregnant given the symptoms he’s noticed but he wouldn’t say anything since he wouldn’t wanna jump to conclusions. Nonetheless, when you told him his face would soften and he’d look so lovingly at you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head.

George Luz: George is a big jokester and prankster so when you first told him you were pregnant, he’d think you were messing with him, like he’s done with you so many times. Despite your insistence that you really were pregnant he wouldn’t believe you until you showed him the pregnancy test. The biggest smile would form on his lips and he’d scoop you up into his arms and spin you in a circle and in response you’d let out a gleeful screech.

Joe Toye: Joe wouldn’t be quite sure what to feel, on one hand he’d love to have kids with you, but on the other he knows he can’t help out as much as he wants. You already do so much around the house and he worries that if you add pregnancy and a baby to that that it will be too much for you. However when you anxiously asks him if he’s upset about it Joe’ll instantly assure you that he’s not upset and that he wants to have a baby with you, he’s just worried about the workload. You then reassure him that you’ll figure it out and from then on he’s nothing but happy.

Bill Guarnere: You’d probably have Bill sit down before you tell him, and when you tell him he gets so excited that he forgets that he misses half a leg and would jump out of his chair and try to put his amputated leg forward in a step, resulting in him falling flat on his face. You’d have to stifle laughter while helping him up. Once up Bill would give you a deep kiss that lasted until you ran out of breath. When you’d separated for air Bill would instantly begin talking loudly and animatedly about plans for the baby, not even stopping for air.

Joe Liebgott: Joe would probably be the most shocked of the guys, his mouth would open into a big o and his wide eyes would travel between your face and your stomach a few times before asking if you’re sure. You’d huff in annoyance and answer that yes, you were sure. He’d then cup your face in his hands and give you a big kiss. After you broke apart he would very excitedly start talking about names, nursery decor, who’d the baby would look more like etc.

Shifty Powers: This sweetheart would be so happy. The first thing he’d do is give you a million dollar smile and then envelope you in his arms and hug you tightly for a few seconds before he’d hurriedly pull away, frantically asking if he hurt the baby. You couldn’t help but laugh a little bit at that but you’d make sure to reassure him that hugging won’t hurt the baby, to which he’d respond by once again enveloping you in his arms.

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Too Late To Hold My Heart (Joe Liebgott x Reader)

Alright, i’m not 100% sure about this but here ya go. Just something that came to mind. Lemme know what y’all think! I usually shy away from writing angst...

Warnings: ANGST, a couple swear words, a tiny bit of fluff (I’m so sorry for all the feels)

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  Joe Liebgott reclined on the cushioned chair, open bottle of schnapps in hand. Watching. Unable to tear his gaze away. He should have been ecstatic. He should have been shouting from the rooftops, running around, causing mayhem like the others. Joining in the revelry surrounding him with abandon. Drinking from the cup of life handed to him and the other paratroopers. 

 The war in Europe was over. 

 VE Day. 

 Everyone was getting drunk off their asses in celebration. They had somehow survived and made it to the end. Alcohol flowed freely. Laughter and exclamations, the background of the town they were currently occupying. Luz and Christianson were loudly singing in the next room over, the radio drowned out by their voices. Even Martin was belly-laughing across the room, a bottle in hand. 

 Yet instead of getting drunk to celebrate, Joe was getting drunk to forget. 

 To forget you. 

 He could still remember how you felt in his hands, the way your sighs tasted on his lips. The hopes and dreams you confessed to him in the nights you shared a foxhole. How you whispered his name, the sound rolling off your lips. How you held him so tightly as he sobbed in your arms the night after Tipper got hit. Intoxicating memories that threatened to drown him now.

 The worst part. 

 He could see you across the room, laughing openly with your head tipped back and hand over your mouth, as if to contain the beguiling sound. In the glow of the surrounding lamps, you were a vision of true beauty and carefree joy. 

 The problem?

 Floyd Talbert's arm, possessively around your waist, pulling you closer into his side on the couch you both were sitting on. 

 Joe took another swig of the schnapps, grimacing at the taste. Those around him continued to talk and laugh, oblivious to his simmering anger. 

 He could still see it. Just a few hours ago as they got word of the Nazis' surrender, everyone had been cheering and running around like children set loose on a playground. Joe had hurried to find you, to see your smile, to embrace you. For so long you two had talked about this moment. The end of the war. 

 Instead, his feet stuck to the cobbled road, trapped as if in cement. Shock and anger colored his world in vibrant hues, the joy around him turning into dull grays. For there was Talbert running to you, scooping you up in his arms, swinging you around without a care in the word. And as he set you back on your feet, he kissed you as if you were the very air he needed. 

 Those who witnessed it either laughed or stared in shock. A couple wolf whistles sounded amongst the cheering. 

 But Joe felt like a white-hot dagger had been stuck into his chest, burning his heart. 

 For you had kissed Talbert back just as passionately. 

 So here he sat, surrounded by revelry, surrounded by his fellow paratroopers celebrating the war's end in Europe. Only that joy seemed to bypass him, leaving him to wallow in confusion and anger. 

 The way you breathed out his name as he kissed you, like he was the only thing keeping you tied down to this world. Your hands in his hair, holding him against you. Your soft skin in the moonlight. The quiet laughter as you stared into each other's eyes after. The teasing about not getting caught by the others… He could remember it all. 

 Now though, it was someone else who laid a kiss to your temple, making you giggle sweetly. Someone else who had their arm around you. Someone else who you were gazing up at like they put the stars in the sky. 

 It was supposed to be him. It was always supposed to be him. He planned on changing your last name to Liebgott. He had thought of your future together so many times. The only thing that kept him sane through the past several months. 

 Now this tasted like betrayal. 

 And he was not sure who he was furious with- himself or you. 

 Eventually, he watched you bid goodnight to those around you, giggling as your feet swayed slightly. You had always been a lightweight. A quick peck on the lips to Talbert; then you disappeared into the back and up the stairs where your room in the house was. 

 Without a second thought, Joe drained the rest of the bottle in his hand. Not even paying attention to the taste anymore. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve, dropping the bottle on the ground.

 And he followed you. 

 *****

 You pulled the pins out of your hair, letting it down from the chignon it had been in. Bubbles danced in your belly, both from joy and from the champagne you had been sipping on. VE Day. A part of you never thought this day would ever come. Next, you took off your OD jacket, tossing it onto the bed next to you, leaving you standing there in your white undershirt and OD trousers and socks. 

 Wait?

 You giggled as you stared down at your sock-clad feet. You remembered wearing your boots earlier. At some point you must have taken them off. Well, you might remember throwing one at Luz. Hopefully Tab could help you find them in the morning. Or someone with the least severe hangover. You giggled again thinking of poor Gene who was going to be dealing with all these hungover paratroopers coming to him for pain meds. Maybe you should volunteer to help him. You did not drink that much to be affected in the morning. It was better for the company that you remained mostly sober. 

 The door to your solitary room opened behind you. Surprised, you turned around, ready to tease whoever came in. Was someone bringing up your boots?

 When Liebgott stepped through, the words froze on your tongue and all the joyful bubbles popped, leaving you feeling hollow and nauseous. 

 He stood just inside the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. His hair was messy, as if he ran his hand through it too many times. Eyes slightly glassy but obscured by the fire burning in them. "So, you and Tab, huh? How long has this been going on?"

 "Joe…I think you should leave." You turned back around and ran your fingers through your hair, preparing to braid your hair like you did every night. 

 "What? Was it before or after us, huh?" Even without looking at him, you could imagine the sneer on his face. His voice that at one time used to be so gentle and kind to you, now was harsh and grating. 

 "I don't wanna talk about it."

 In a couple steps, he was behind you, gripping your arm to whirl you around violently. "Answer the goddamn question, y/n!"

 "There was never an 'us'." You spat out, surprising yourself with the venom in your own voice. 

 He took a step back, eyes wide in shock. Then as what you said sunk in, the fire burning in his eyes turned into an inferno that threatened to burn you both in its wake. "What the fuck are you talking about? Of course, there was an us! We fucked in Mourmelon! We talked about our futures! About life together after the war!  Even in Albourne, there was always an us!"

 "And then you shut me out!" You yelled back at him. 

 Chest heaving, you covered your mouth with your hand for a moment, trying to force back the flood of pain and emotions clawing desperately to escape. When you continued speaking, you kept your eyes on his dog tags hanging over his shirt, your voice low as if confessing a sin. "We used to talk about everything. I thought that if we both survived this war, we might--" You stopped yourself from finishing that sentence. "It doesn't matter now. In Bastogne, you cut me off. You wouldn't talk to me. You ignored me. I got injured and needed you, but you weren't there. Even in Haguenau, it was like you never saw me. I was suddenly invisible to you. What was I supposed to think?"

 His eyes were wide, mouth open slightly, as if now recognizing the effects of his actions. He licked his lips, then reached his hand out like he meant to cup your cheek but thought better of it and dropped it back to his side. "I... I didn't want to hurt you anymore. I made you cry and that-- SHIT! I'm not a good man. I'm a selfish asshole. I just… I wanted to be better for you."

 "Joe, don't-" 

 "No, damn it." He interrupted you, grabbing a fistful of your loose hair and tipping your head up, forcing your eyes to meet his. "I didn't want blood on my hands the next time I touched you, held you, kissed you. I needed to be a good man for you. What you fucking deserve. But I couldn't do it. Not there. I just thought...after. When the war was over. We could try again."

 "Why didn't you tell me?"

 "Did I mention I'm a selfish asshole yet?"

 You chuckled, placing your hands on his chest. His rapid heartbeat under your fingers matched your own. His fist loosened in your hair, fingers running through it like he knew you loved. A subtle sigh escaped your lips without permission at the gentle touch. How long had it been since he touched you like this?

 "Please, y/n, please." He begged, voice cracking at the end. "Give me another chance." 

 You shook your head, dropping your gaze. "You had it, but you pushed me away when I needed you. I can't...I can't go through that again. It hurt too much."

 "Was there ever really a chance? For us?"

 "Joe… I… I can't…" Tears flooded your eyes; you desperately fought to keep them from falling. 

 So slowly, he ran his hand through your hair one last time then took a half step back. "And Tab?"

 "He has always been a friend, even in Toccoa. He looked out for me. And in Bastogne, he was there for me. We took care of each other, especially after I got injured but couldn't leave the line. He helped me pick up the pieces of myself after. It wasn't supposed to happen. We were only supposed to be friends. But...things changed."

 He nodded, then rubbed the back of his neck while looking out the window. He tugged his lower lip into his mouth for a second, before staring at you once again. "Can I kiss you? One last time?"

 "No. That would only hurt us both."

 "Yeah...well if it means anything… I'm sorry. For everything."

 "Me too." You covered your mouth with your hand, physically suppressing the sob that felt lodged in your throat. Peeking through your watery eyes, you could just make out the tears in his own as he stared at you longingly. 

 You two stood there gazing at one another, a million unspoken words laying on the ground between your feet. Words you both wished you had said in the past, but it was too late now. Too late to pick them up, dust them off and share them. Like your hearts. Hopes, dreams and desires that pulled on you two, keeping you together. Those strings were cut. Severed by the hatchet of insecurity, war and pain. It was too late to try and save those strings. 

 It was all months too late. 

 How you wished it was different. 

 "Everything alright here?" Talbert asked, standing in the doorway. His gaze jumped rapidly between you and Liebgott, still standing only a step apart. His jacket was unbuttoned, pieces of hair sticking up haphazardly like someone tried to give him a noogie. 

 "Yeah, yeah." You met Tab's eyes, taking another step back from Liebgott. Quickly, you wiped your eyes with the heel of your hand. "Just talking about home. Hopefully we can see it soon."

 "Oh yeah, I forgot you both are from San Francisco. Small world, huh?" He smiled, leaning against the doorframe. 

 "Small world. Well, I should probably get to sleep. Good night, Joe." 

 "Yeah." Liebgott stared at you like he was burning your image into his mind permanently; you could feel his eyes caressing your cheeks and lips. Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked out with a quick, 'see ya, Tab' over his shoulder.

 Pushing off the doorframe, Talbert approached you. He scanned you like he was looking for an injury, then gently pulled you into his warm embrace. He kissed the top of your head once you burrowed into his arms. "Hey, you alright, baby?"

 "I'm fine. I promise. I just...I'm ready to go back. To go home, you know?"

 "I know. I am too. But don't get too comfortable in California. You're gonna come live with me in Kokomo."

 You giggled, tipping your face up to look at his smug expression. "Oh, I am? What if I want you to stay in Cali with me? You did say you've always wanted to live near the ocean."

 "I did, didn't I?"

 "Mmm...we could get a little house near the bay. Not too close to my parents though. My sister will probably fight me to try and snatch you up."

 "Well, that would be the first time I've had sisters fight over me before."

 You swatted his chest but he only laughed, pulling you against him again. 

 "You don't have to worry about your sister. I've only got eyes for you. Been that way for a while." He lightly kissed your lips, a tease of affection. "Alright, you've made a valid argument for California. I think I might be persuaded to change my mind."

 "Good. As a reward, we can get a dog. Maybe call him Trigger?"

 He smiled brilliantly, "Have I mentioned how much I love you, baby." He tucked your head under his. The feeling of being fully surrounded by his comforting embrace, released the tension you carried. His hand skimmed up and down your back as you just held one another. No matter the circumstances, you had always been able to find a semblance of peace while in his arms. 

 With Liebgott, your affections for him had felt like a shooting star. You could not help but get caught up by him, struck by the power and beauty, wishing for it to always continue on. Now though, you knew. Shooting stars never last forever. They eventually have to come down.

 While with Talbert, he was your lighthouse. In your darkest moments when you did not think you could continue, he whispered words of comfort in your ear, held your bloodied hand in his. He drew you out of the quagmire of darkness, guiding you, encouraging you to keep going. Something he did every day, even now. With a soft smile, a gentle touch, he reminded you that you were not alone. From day one in Toccoa, he had stood in your corner. He was safety and stability amongst chaos. You fully trusted him, with more than just your heart. 

 You happened to turn your head, peeking towards the doorway. Only to see Joe staring at you, looking like he had been gutted. You met his gaze while in the arms of the man you loved and trusted. He must have lingered or came back. It did not matter though. He had heard. The idea of a place by the bay, a family dog...those were things you two had talked about before. Now they were dreams you shared with another. 

 After a long moment, he tucked his hands in his pockets and turned away, disappearing from view. You turned your face back into Tab's chest, heart fraying at the seams. 

 How was it possible for love to be the best and worst thing you had ever experienced?

[now-im-a-belieber]

Ooh! Can I request some Liebgott with the prompt “of course it meant something”? Pretty please?

prompt: "of course it meant something."

joe liebgott x reader

a/n: thank you kindly for sending somethin' in luv! idfk what this is but, here have it!

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You weren't sure where they'd found all the booze. But it flowed through the night as the sun left the sky. The company's spirits brightened the inky night and you were delighted to have taken part in the celebration.

The promise of home was about to be made. The practice of polishing guns had been forgotten. And there was nothing to do, truly, besides, enjoy the last bit of time you were left with alongside the men with whom you'd made it this far.

One drink down and a bubbly haze coloured your vision as you admired your friends mucking about the parlour of the cottage you'd all been staying in. By morning you'd all up and leave like you gotten so good at doing. Only this time you'd each be going your separate ways... heading wherever home was.

It should've been more exciting. You should've joined in with everyone listing off their big plans, dreaming up dreams to make true. But you didn't want to think about what was next. You couldn't think of what was just ahead. Maybe that was a terrible habit you'd picked up somewhere back in between foxholes. But the same dread settled in your gut as thoughts of the near future came to mind. You swallowed another drink of liquor and cast your gaze to the company laughing together; sitting just on the outskirts to admire the scene.

Malarkey looked happy. Not as carefree as he had at the start of your knowing him. But far less plagued by darkness than he'd appeared not so long ago. His chuckles set your soul at ease, to know they were genuine.

Lipton looked tired. And you couldn't help but smile. He'd been tired for a while. But he was finally relaxed enough to let it show. You leaned closer to the armchair he'd slumped into and suggested he head to bed, saying he deserved rest more than anyone here.

Skip should've been here. Penkala too. You missed everyone who used to decorate spaces with their smiles and pass time with dumb jokes. And then you realized that very soon you'd miss everyone here just as well. Each man you'd come to know since the start of all this was about to become nothing more than a memory.

The thought ambushed your mission to remain steadfast to the moment. You sucked in a breath in hopes of washing away the dread that only seemed to cast darker shadows over your disposition. It was becoming a struggle to remain ever-present in the party that was in full swing by now.

And in a way, it seemed the party was only just beginning. Luz had made his way to stand on the coffee table, raising a glass to make his fourth toast of the hour- this time, to the sight of Martin carrying another set of bottles into the room. Some cheers and claps followed and the sound of collective mirth only served as a reminder that this was all really over.

"Maybe you're the one who needs some rest, huh?" Lipton's voice resonated in your ear as soon as the feeling of his hand on your shoulder did. And you realized your irrational fears had conjured up a sheen of tears you hadn't yet let fall but clouded your gaze evidently enough.

"I'm just gonna miss you guys is all." You shrugged the shoulder where his hand still rested, and his fingers squeezed tighter at your confession, as some kind of condolence. The lieutenant's gentle manner was interrupted then, by someone with a starkly enigmatic mien.

"Are you cryin'?" Joe asked in his usually distinctive tone, words strung together by drink. You couldn't help but chuckle, at the way he'd asked what he'd asked.

Joe abandoned the half-empty bottle in his grasp on a table just near and moved closer to you with a determination that made your heart skip a beat. Drunk or sober, you'd never been able to help the way you'd felt about Joe. Not to say you'd ever let your feelings so obviously show.

Lipton leaned away from you then, pretending to spark up a conversation with someone passing by. While Joe knelt in front of where you sat, biting back your feelings that were beginning to brew into one big dangerous storm of emotion.

You really couldn't afford to have Joe so close, tonight. You couldn't look right in his eyes, like you wanted. You could only stare at the hand he dared to place on your knee; as he cocked his head to try and see your face you attempted to hide away.

"Don't cry." He suggested through a smile, nearly letting a snicker escape too. This was what caused you to finally look up, to search his face in an attempt to place if he was making jest of your plight, or if he was really just that drunk. The latter seemed true, with the way Joe's eyes blinked slow and searched your own past a vitreous sheen.

"Don't cry." He repeated again in a whisper much more assured. The grin on his face dying away as his eyes stayed glued on yours. Funny, how his command did settle something within you, yet made you want to burst into tears all the same. You'd miss him most of all.

A faint few flashes of the days you'd plan your weekend passes together and the nights you shared beds of dirt flickered in the back of your mind, as you suddenly realized how close Joe was to you now. And like he knew you were thinking of broadening the space between the two of you, he closed it.

The press of Joe's lips against yours was a shock to your system. All your dread and fear halted as you processed what was happening. His kiss was brief and quick but not at all void. You knew it came from a place of well-meaning, somehow, but still; it wasn't right.

When he moved away, opening the space that belonged between the pair of you and kneeling further till his eyes met yours again, you were done for. All those feelings that had been halted by Joe's kind gesture flooded back tenfold and you couldn't hide the rush of tears any longer. You brushed away his hand, stood, and bolted for the nearest exit.

You thought you heard Joe ask you to wait up. You nearly ran into Bull on your dash away, and ignored his worried asking what the matter was.

"Okay, no more drinking," You heard Lipton declare, "It’s everybody's bedtime!" You heard a few chuckles and whines following his announcement just before you'd made it to the hall. You kept up your swift hurry with a hand shielding your tears and only let yourself start to lose it when you reached the room that belonged to you.

This wasn't how things were supposed to end. You were supposed to be glad for new beginnings. But everything you couldn't have seemed to suddenly plague you. Everything you'd tell yourself you'd worry about later, in the midst of the mission after mission; came bubbling up. You cried for one dozen reasons and let yourself keep on till your eyes grew heavy. Maybe by morning, you'd be able to move on, because you had to anyway.

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You awoke early enough to be the first. Glad for the extra time to stroll toward the waterfront, and breath in some of the fresh morning air.

It was a new day. But it felt the same as so many others. You knew there were only hours left to spare in this chapter of your life. Yet you were still plagued by things that had and had not happened. You were still here.

You looked across the still blue lake and the soft green trees and listened to the dock creek under your feet, as it balanced and bobbed in the water. These were the things that calmed you. These were certainties. The colour of the trees and the rising of the sun. But then there were steps sounding on the dock you hadn't expected, and while it obstructed your state of taking in the scenery, you weren't surprised to be interrupted. You'd come to expect the unexpected over these years.

You turned from the end of the doc to find Joe lingering near the boards secured to the land. He looked vastly different from the night before, more put together, less wasted. He took a step closer as you cast your eyes to his feet, unsure of what to say to him, or how to act. Only a week before and you would've been able to trade chatter about your next mission or duty of the day. But now there was none of that sort of conversation to fall back on. There were only questions you'd never dreamed of asking, but one you knew was about to be addressed.

"Look, I'm sorry about last night." Joe started. You hadn't expected him to apologize. You hadn't even really wanted him too. And the fact that he did was the nail in the coffin that housed your trepidation. You bit your lip and turned away, holding back what you really wanted to say.

But Joe noticed your befuddled expression and apparently wasn't keen to let you sulk in silence. He stepped ever closer, the sound of his strides more assured as he asked what the matter was.

"I said sorry, what more can I do, huh? I didn't mean to upset you, you gotta know that-"

"I always wanted you to kiss me." You blurted, not quite facing him. Not quite meaning to expose your feelings either. But the regret that came after you spoke was distant, as a much stronger emptiness filled your gut. Everything was already over. Might as well have gone on confessing... "Only, you were drunk. So it didn't mean anything. And I'm upset because I wish it did...mean something."

You'd never spoken like this to Joe. You'd only ever traded jokes, or jabs or game plans. And now you were an hour from leaving him behind. This was the last of your knowing each other, and a silence followed your statement that brought back to life the regret you'd only just cast away.

Your heart ached and your eyes stung as you turned to face the water once more, the boards of the dock creaked and the sheer thought of Joe walking away was enough to make you break down. But then his voice called, just over your shoulder, stealing away your sorrows like his closeness had only the night before.

"Of course it meant something." Joe's voice demanded, thick with emotion you'd never heard him display.

When you turned your head and then your shoulders to face Joe and cast him a curious glare, the only way you could ask all the questions jammed in your head at once; he leaned in and kissed you again.

His hands held either side of your face as his lips pressed to yours with all the kind tenderness he'd displayed last night, and a new sort of urgent determination. You wised up to kissing Joe back, and thought of nothing but exactly that for what felt like forever.

He was the one to stop, to pull away and meet your eyes. His hands held your face, still, as his brow furrowed, and a small smile bloomed. His eyes searched yours for a moment before he seemed to take in the rest of your face. You stood entirely mesmerized by the man, like you always had been, only finally letting it show. That's when the sound of distant car doors slamming, and engines roaring to life sounded over the hill and past the trees you'd come out to admire one last time.

"Come on." Joe seemed to decide, letting his hands fall away, till one met yours. "Let's go home."

Joe laced his fingers through yours and led you away from the dock, toward the rest of the company starting to leave. And when thoughts of the future you'd soon be heading into started to flash through your mind, you welcomed them.

[inglourious-imagines]

Arrogant Lover (Joe Liebgott)

Requested by: @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant

Summary: Secretly in love with each other.

Prompt: 51 - Rumour has it, I make you nervous.

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"We have heart in order not to die from the truth." - Nietzsche

"Luz, I'm gonna give you 5 bucks if you shut your mouth right now." Y/N groaned desperately. Her head was full of her friend's conspiration theories, ideas and nonsense bullshit that she'd rather never heard.

"Oh c'mon!" George smirked, "just admit I'm right and you won't hear a word from me for the rest of the march."

Y/N looked at him curiously, taken back by the sudden offer and slightly suspicious if he's serious or not.

"You wouldn't last 5 minutes." she retorted laughing ironically.

"You have my word, Y/N," Luz affirmed his offer again raising his eyebrows at her.

She shrugged giving in after two long hours of George blabbing about what a great couple she'd make with Joseph Liebgott.

"He's fine, Luz. Definitely not as annoying as you." Y/N stated casually as she tried to hide the truthful confession behind a joke.

"I knew it! I knew it! I saw the way you looked at him!" the soldier exclaimed with a huge grin on his face - he was clearly satisfied with the end of his mission.

"Damn it, George, keep it down! And I'm not looking at anybody in any way."

"Your cheeks are more red than a tomato itself and that's enough for me, baby."

Y/N groaned to herself in frustration, angry with herself that she revealed this kind of information to Luz. It was hard for her already to deal with her emotions and how to handle them when there was a war going on all around them and the big D-Day jump coming up.

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Y/N was just checking out all of her gear, counting quietly to herself, completely irrelevant to her surroundings so when a familiar voice spoke up right next to her, she almost let out a scream. "The rumour has it, I make you nervous, private."

Y/N was so caught off guard that she wasn't able to get out any words for a couple of seconds. It was after Joe nugged her side smirking that she finally woke up from her trance.

"Don't believe in yourself much. I just said it to Luz to shut him up." Y/N tried to brush it off with a nonchalant smile but she could swear her voice shook a bit.

"So if I touch you, it won't do anything to you." Joe whispered into her ear purposely so close to her that his lips brushed against her skin. Y/N shivered under his sudden touch and his warm breath was causing goosebumps all over her body. 

Y/N swallowed slowly and it took everything in her not to pant under his tender hot touch.

"S-see? Nothing." she tried to play innocent one more time glancing at Joe next to her who had a playfull devilish sparkle in his eyes.

"Oh really?" he smirked, "you stuttered, your voice is all unstable, your hands are shaking a little bit and your heart is beating so fast I wonder it doesn't really jump out." 

It was at this moment Y/N realized that he's been holding her hand the whole time measuring her pulse. After this comment her cheeks blushed even harder than before and she looked at the ground nervously.

"It's a funny thing, Joe, really," Y/N chuckled after a few seconds turning directly to him, "because your heartbeat fastened as well."

If he wants to play this game, then he shall have it.

Liebgott glanced at her in disbelief but burst out laughing right after shaking his head as he refused to believe this actually happened. "God, you're perfect."

"I know, that's what people say."

The duo stared at each other suddenly so lovingly, completely forgetting about the soldiers around them while only a few meters away from them Luz was telling Perconte what a great cupid he is.

[potatosoldier]

Are you still there?

  /Part 7/

I am hot, I am sweaty, and I am crammed into a small cot surrounded by equally sweaty men. It was the 6th of September, and we had just boarded the Great Samaria a few hours ago. We were now on a journey to Europe. 

How they managed to jam us into this ship, I have no clue. It isn’t like there is 20 men over the capacity of this ship. No, this ship was made for 1000 passengers and now there were 5000 men from the 506th shoved in. I could have made the choice and went to the officers and made my stay there, I want to be near the men. 

“Joe, darling, your shoulders are like barn doors, I can’t fit”

Oh yes, as the passenger count was so high, the cots were shared by two soldiers. I was sharing with Joe. At first I also considered going to Skip, but then I came to a conclusion that I could stand Joe’s singing in this suppressed place, but listening to Skip talk non-stop would make me an irritable person. And I truly did not want to become that. These men are my companions and I want to treat the with the respect they deserve. I did not have the right to become rude even in these circumstances. 

Also, if I was put too high, Bull would have to carry me around like a baby monkey. 

“For God’s sake, just turn the other way”, Joe grunts as I try to maneuver myself without jostling the cot too much.  

“Joe, please move”, I whine and try to push him. He rasps and looks at me teasing smile on his lips. 

“you wanna continue trying, Bambi”, he teases. I scrunch my brows and pout. Why did he have to make this so difficult. Then I put on my most motherly glare. “Joseph Toye, this is not how you should behave”, I scold. 

He chuckles once again, but proceeds to move over so I’m finally able to fit in next to him on the cot. It was a tight squeeze, both of us were on top of the bed springs, but we tried to be so that it’s the least uncomfortable. Physically and mentally. 

“So you told Muck, huh?”, he whispers once we are in and he hears Skip talking while making his way around the ship. I nod as we both look at the cot above us. “You sure that was a good idea?”, he asks. I could hear in his voice that he didn’t doubt Skip personally, but he was just checking in. 

I smile. “He has been good to me since I came here, He won’t betray me now. And it does feel good to let it out”, I tell. He nods. 

“So, what do you think about going to Europe?”, he asks. I shrug. “I’m glad I’m here, maybe we can speed up the process of ending this war and Matias and dad can go back home”, I answer. Matias was my older brother. I think he is the reason I’m so fond of Skip and Luz, Matias was such a jokester too. It broke my heart to think of him out there somewhere, fighting for his life. 

“I’m glad we’re going to Europe too. Hitler gets one of these right across the windpipe, Roosevelt changes Thanksgiving to Joe Toye Day and 10,000 a year for the rest of my fucking life”, he says in a much louder voice. 

I look at him trying not to laugh. “Joe, I promise I’ll celebrate Joe Toye Day from now on even if you don’t succeed”, I manage to say without laughing. 

“What if we don’t get to Europe, what if they send us to North Africa”, Smokey points out from above us. 

The conversation doesn’t awfully concern me, till I hear these words: “ I like Winters, he is a good man. But when bullets start flying, I don’t know if I want a Quaker doing my fighting for me”

My head turns sharply up towards Bill’s bed. My blood starts running cold with the rage I’m feeling. He had the audacity to condemn someone by their religion and to add to that doubt MY husbands skills in combat. 

“How do you know he’s a Quaker?”

“He ain’t Catholic”

I’m about to jump up and teach the boy some manners when, Joe apparently notices my open mouth and shoves my head under a blanket. And by shoving, I mean shoving. Nothing gentle about it. I can only imagine the looks people are throwing at us. 

“Okay Bambi up we go” he then says and starts lifting me up, my head still covered. I can hear Liebgott and Bill still having a spat and am about to turn to go towards the noise, but Joe keeps me covered till we are away from the scene.

“You need some fresh air, you angry hedgehog, to he deck we go”, Joe says and pushes people around to make us way forward. He really saved me from making a mistake. 

With Richard

The Boat was far from comfortable, that was the only thing Richard Winters would say to the circumstances at hand. Last time he had been this hot, was while running in full gear in Toccoa. 

“They really filled this Troop ship to the brink”, Lewis says looking just as sweaty as his friend. “If I’m going to be this hot, I’d rather have 5000 ladies here. At least there would be something to look at”, Nix says. 

“Yeah, and by the time you’d make it to your destination they’d have eaten you alive, after finding out about Kathy”, Dick teases. Keeping your mind light in situations like this was the key to keeping your head together. His friend had his own lightness hidden in Dick’s footlocker. 

Lewis let’s out his trademark chuckle. “Easy for you to say”, he snarks back. Dick knows exactly what he means. It was easy for Dick to judge other men for seeking affection because his own wife was there. 

Dick only looks at his friend with a dry look and they remain silent for a while. 

“Never thought this day would actually come, of course I knew it was coming, but hell we’ve come a long way”, Nix says and takes a swig from his flask. Dick lets out a small huff. It really was a miracle that Sobel hadn’t found some way to get rid off them. 

“You think we can make it Nix, back home I mean”, Dick asks thoughtfully and plays with his fingers. It was a curious question, not one of sadness or fear. 

“That’s not for us to decide, but hey I’ll drink to the thought of seeing your children some day”; he says raising his flask in what was supposed to be a happy remark, but when he sees Dick’s face, all the happiness goes away. 

He furrows his brows and looks at his friend more closely. “You okay Dick?”, he asks while still studying his now pale friend. Dick just continues looking ahead like he was not there at all. 

“Yeah, Nix, I’m okay”, he finally whispers and they drop the topic replacing it  with silence. 

Sonja / Day 3 on the Samaria/

“Better out than in, there we go”, George says as he brushes some of my hair back. I had been throwing up for the last two hours. I wasn’t sure was it the sea or the smell of the fish soup that made me so nauseous. 

“I fe- ugh”, I puke again in the middle of my sentence. I was not the only one throwing up, no. But I felt very embarrassed to be in this situation. I was a nurse, not a patient. 

Suddenly a pounding of boots is heard and I feel someone place themselves on the other side of me. “There we go, a Hershey bar for the lady. Got it from Winters, tried scrounging and he was kind enough to offer when he passed”, Skip says as he opens the wrapper for me. 

And what I can take from his story is that, that he went to tell Richard I’m unwell and Richard gave him the bar. 

“Thank you”, I whisper and take the piece Skip snaps me. Luz takes the bucket from my hands and gives water to rinse my mouth.  “For a small lady, you sure puke your guts out like a grown man”, Luz teases. 

“Shut up, I’m only three inches shorter than you”, I grumble and lean against him while savoring the chocolate to get the taste of vomit out. He only chuckles and makes a mocking “UGH” noise. 

“Thank you boys for getting me out, I thought Joe was going to kill me”,I giggle softly. They both huff in laughter. “I mean you did puke on his chest”, Skip points out. I grimace, that I sure did. His chest and neck where running with fish soup after I retched on him. 

“Someone get her a bucket, fucking hell, if someone isn’t gonna help her, Imma kill every fucking one of you”

“Skip, go get us some cards, I don’t think she can handle the sweat level yet”, George says as he strokes my back, as I gag again a little. 

How long was I going to be stuck on this boat.

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The night was awful, I felt sickly and I noticed that Joe was turning more than usual, probably because of the back pain. We were lucky enough to fit on the cot so that we could both sleep in it, but nothing seemed to get me catch sleep. I was afraid of throwing up again. 

“Nurse”, I hear a whisper. I jump and look up. Even in the dim lighting I can recognize my husband. I carefully stand without jostling Joe too much, and gently put the blanket on him again, after raising it up a little to get a little cool air on him. 

“Yes sir?”,I ask professionally as I stand before Richard. He just nods his head towards the deck. 

As we make it to the deck we quickly and quietly find a corner with no one sleeping in it. He takes a look around and has a seat. Before taking something out from his pocket: chocolate.

“Richard, you don’t have a sweet tooth, how do you have all these”;I ask looking at him oddly. 

“I got this from Nix, he was willing to sacrifice it for I quote ‘holy business’“, I giggle at my husbands expression as he quotes Lewis. I take the bar from him and put it next to me. I honestly felt too sickly to eat it now. 

I look at Dick biting my lip. He seems to notice the softness in my gaze as he utters a gentle “come here”, and gently guides me to lay my upper body onto his legs. 

“Don’t worry, darling. I can keep watch, and if they ask more, I can say that I was just looking out for you as your officer”, he soothes and rubs his hand along my arms. Which feels amazing on my sore muscles. 

“I think it’s time to tell the men soon anyway. They need to get used to the idea before we jump, and I think that they know you well enough to not judge you”, he then brings up. I nod against his leg, this living in secrecy was starting to become more and more difficult. 

I then squeeze my eyes shut as nausea takes over me. “Richie I think I might puke”,I whimper. I always got very stressed when I had nausea, and sensitive. “I don’t wanna puke on you”,I say and try to rise, but in all honestly rising just made it worse.

Richard guides me back gently. “If you puke on me, then you do. Don’t worry about that. Let’s just get you comfortable”

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On the 15th of September we finally made it to Liverpool. I was still quite pale after the ride. Eating had really become a task, and without food, you lose strength. But with the threats from Joe and gentle urging from Carwood Lipton, I was able to get food down. 

“You feelin’ good ma’am?”, comes a familiar Arkansas drawl as I give a happy sigh to be on the steady ground. I chuckle “Aye, sir, better than ever”, I say teasingly. He mock salutes me and we start walking for our shelter for the night. 

I walk on Joe’s side keeping a firm hold of his sleeve as I had been told by Lip.

“We don’t want you getting lost, you are harder to find than most of us”

At first I had wanted to tell him that I am a grown woman with military training, but his truly caring gaze changed my plans.  If I could express in words, how thankful I was for that mans care I would shout it at his too humble face. Okay, these boys are really rubbing off on me, I wouldn’t shout, maybe gently lecture. 

Tomorrow we would be going to our final destination. 

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Aldbourne was vastly different from all the places I’ve had my training and from what the men told me, it was also very different to them. We were in the middle of a village! We could actually see other people. 

“Come on Sonja, please, please please”, Skip was begging on his knees. We had gotten our passes to go to Swindon for a Saturday night dance this weekend. The boys were all excited about being able to go and actually getting the passes this time. 

“Skip, you know I get uncomfortable with many people, also it’ll be nice to have some time alone”, I try to reason as he keeps pushing my skirt and blouse towards my hands. 

He looks at me with his green puppy eyes. “please, Bambi, for me, Joe is coming too. Aren’t you? Hear that Joe is there too”, he begs. I sigh and look at both of them. 

“Okay, but when I say want to come back, I will”, I say pointing at him. 

“Yes!!”

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I didn’t put on my skirt and blouse, instead I took out my light blue swing dress and let my hair down. It was nice to feel girly again, and actually have a reason to get dolled up. That was not the best part, the best part was actually putting my wedding ring onto my finger. I gave a small kiss to my cross and said a little prayer of gratitude before going to the boys. 

The boys were happy to have me, their lady with them. 

“Your husband is one lucky bastard”. George had said when he saw me. Bull had even blushed when I gave him a kiss on the cheek as thanks for helping me with my jacket. 

All the girls in the dance were dolled up too. I found the music in there absolutely delightful. It might have not been completely in my taste, but I appreciate it nonetheless. Also the sound of shoes clapping against the floor was beautifully relaxing. 

“Would my lady like to dance?”, Skip asks bowing at the waste. I shake my head at his antics but take his hand none the less. And boy did I make a mistake. I was tosses from Skip to George, to Bull, to Joe, to Don (who mind you, was an excellent dancer!) and god knows who. The Easy boys really decided to hit the floor. 

Once I was able to make a run from them, I found Joe drinking a beer at one of the tables. “You having fun?”; he asks and takes a long sip. I nod and smile widely. 

“I can’t remember the last time I’ve been able to dance so much! But I do wonder”, I bite my lip. “Am I a bad person to be here, without Richard?”; I whisper. 

Joe shakes his head. “You’re too good for this world. There ain’t nothing wrong with you being here. He trusts you and you trust him. And hell, you were giggling like a school girl when you realized you still had time to go to him after this. You aren’t committing any sin”, he soothes with a little teasing making me blush. 

Who can blame me, I just want to grab my Robert Burns poems and go read with Richards head on my lap. Was that really too much to ask for? He was my husband.

We continue our conversation, with me sipping a cup of water, until I hear a similar interruption as in the boat. 

Bill and Skinny make it to our table chatting. “He might be a good man, but Quakers aren’t meant for this shit” My patience had been running thin with these comments for so long and now my patience was all run out.

“He is not a Quaker”, I snap. Bill turns to me with an odd look on his face. 

“And how do you know that Bambi”, many of the Easy men were now near our table from hearing my raised voice. 

I don’t know what made it come out of my mouth, but this did anyway: “If my husband was a Quaker I think I’d be the one who knows that and not you”

I quickly realize what I said and plant my palm against my face, trying to remember how to breathe. I hear Joe sigh from next to me: “Well, now you fucking said it”

@iilovemusic12us​

@georgeparisole​

[stillbandofbrothersthirsty]

How Do You Feel

George Luz x OC (Part 2)

Rated T+ (Part 1; Part 3)

“Okay, so we’re doing this.” George stood awkwardly in front of Julia in his PT shirt, his suspenders hanging down by his thighs.

“Yep,” Julia said as seriously as she could before bursting into a fit of nervous giggles.

“Julia!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! You just-,” she pressed a hand over her mouth as she took him in, “I’m sorry,” she giggled.

“This is not going to work if you can’t keep it together.”

“I know, you’re right. I just have never seen you so…” she gestured up and down his body.

“I’m not even undressed yet.”

“No but it’s clear it’s going in that direction,” Julia blushed and giggled nervously.

“Well, yeah, it is.” George was not nearly as amused as her.

“Okay,” Julia composed her face, “I’m ready.” She began unbuttoning the top of her dress.

“Here let me,” George said, his hands out stretched. She smacked them away.

“Julia!”

“Sorry! Wouldn’t you say that’s kinda intimate though?”

“Well, we are about to be naked!”

“Yeah, but-,”

“It would feel transactional if you just stood and stripped. Look, we’re good friends right?” George’s voice dropped into a low, comforting tone, “As your friend, I think you’re beautiful. And, we’ve hugged and kissed and touched each other before. This doesn’t have to be weird, we just need to trust each other.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” she asked.

“Yeah, you’re a red hot tomato, kid.”

Julia stuck her tongue out at him. But, George’s words reassured her. He was right; it wasn’t like this was their first time ever touching each other. How many times had he planted a kiss on her after a rowdy darts game victory. How many times had they stumbled back to their beds with their arms wrapped around each other. They were dance partners, they knew each others movements almost better than anyone else. Theirs was a different kind of intimacy founded on confidence in the other. Julia needed to get out of her head and simply trust her friend.

“Okay,” she said in a low voice. She was calm. The previous giddiness had evaporated as she surrendered her trust to George. He moved toward her, slipping his fingers behind the button at the very bottom of her bodice. He worked steadily, efficiently sliding each plastic button through its hole so that slowly her light pink satin slip was revealed. George pulled the dress off of her shoulders, letting it drop to the ground. Then Julia took her turn. She ran her hands into the waistband of his pants and under his shirt, helping him to lift it over his head.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he said.

“Okay.”


The kiss was sweet but some carried the same weirdness as their last kiss.

Julia pushed him away, “I think it’s when we plan it.” George looked confused. “Just kiss me!”

“So you don’t want a heads up?”



“No, I think I think about it too much when I get a warning ya know?” George nodded and leaned in. His hand came up to cup her jaw as he deepened the kiss.

“George,” Julia squeaked. He pulled away.

“What now?” he said exasperated.

“Don’t be so sweet! It’s weird! Just be you!��

“I am just being me! This is how I kiss! I’m sweet!”

“Well don’t kiss me like one of your girlfriends, kiss me like one of your friends!”

“Oh my god, fine,” George rolled his eyes. He grabbed her around the waist, kissing her hard. The kiss was relentless; Julia barely had time to think as his lips and tongue explored her mouth, her neck and her collarbones. She could barely keep pace as he slipped her shift off and expertly released her garters. Her hands fumbled with his pants. He took that opportunity to come up for air. He released her from their kiss, leaning back to give her room to work. As soon as she had his pants unbuttoned he belly flopped onto the bed, pulling her down with him. Julia squealed in involuntary delight, giggling as they landed on the quilt.

“Shh!” George grinned and began kissing her again. They roamed each other’s bodies with a familiarity that was innate to people who had spent so much time with each other. The only pause in their rhythm occurred at the moment of penetration.


“Are you sure about this?” George was braced above her, his chocolate eyes searching hers for any indication of uncertainty.

“I’m sure!” Julia said confidently pulling him to her.

“So, thoughts?” George wrangled his arms through his shirt sleeves.

“Yeah, good,” Julia said as she reattached her garters.

“Good? That’s it?” 

“What do you want me to say? You’re a god in the sack, George?” Julia teased.

“Actually, yeah, that would be great to hear.”

“Ha ha!”

They had spent only a few moments in each others arms after they finished. But after coming down from the haze of their orgasms they realized no cuddling should be a rule. Their friendship could handle a bar booth cuddle with clothes on; naked and in bed was not conducive to their goal of platonic sex.

“So when’s the next time?” George said, tying up his boots.

“Ready to go again already?”



“As a red-blooded man I am always ready to go.”

“Debatable.”

“You need me to prove it?” George tackled her onto the bed and the two dissolved into a fit of giggles.

“No!” Julia playfully swatted him off of her, “we don’t have time anyways, get out of here.”

George stood up and smiled warmly down on her. “See you tomorrow, Jules.”

“Be quiet!” Julia reminded him as he slipped out the door, his jacket in hand.

They were overly cautious at first which meant their liaisons were few and far between. But as their confidence grew they became greedier, and more reckless. On more than one occasion George was nearly spotted exiting Julia's bedroom.

“None of the guys know right?” Julia asked one night as she dressed.

“Not that I’m aware of,” George replied. “Why?”

“Only wondering, I want to make sure things stay private.”

“You embarrassed of me?” George stuck out his bottom lip jokingly.

“No, not of you, but at the same time I don’t want every guy in the Company thinking I’m easy.”


“Don’t worry about that, they’re Easy too!”

“Bad joke, George.”

“Mm yeah, that one kinda fell flat huh?”



“I just don’t want to get a reputation ya know?”



“I understand,” George sat down beside her on the twin bed, “don’t worry, kid, our secret’s safe.” He kissed her sweetly on the cheek. “Okay, I’m off.”

As the summer wrapped up so did the men’s training at Toccoa. Julia and George discussed the possibility that Julia may not be moving on with the men. There was nothing they could do about it if that were the case so promises of letters were made.

Fortunately, however, Julia continued on with the 101st airborne to Fort Mackall. Life was good, all things considering. The dynamic between George and Julia was comfortable. For all intents and purposes, nothing had changed between the two of them. They played darts and cards and drank with the other airborne staff and soldiers just as they had before. They ended the evenings laughing into each other’s shoulders. But instead of walking back from the bar together or George escorting Julia back to her quarters, they would sneak off to find a private moment.

They were still careful. One had to know the difference in order to spot it. If the evening ended with just the two of them they would find a place to kiss - or if they could, go back to Julia’s room. Their rules hadn’t ever prohibited fooling around or kissing outside of Julia’s bedroom. So, especially when the alcohol was flowing, they found themselves taking liberties with their intimacy in dark alleyways and behind barracks.

Had this been a rule, it would’ve been the hardest to respect. But it wasn’t, so instead the couple found themselves struggling with the “sleep with other people” rule. Neither of them would admit this; as much as they each wanted to support the other (and keep up appearances) it was easy to feel lonely if one of them was occupied elsewhere. Considering the male to female ratio at the bars, it was surprising that George was usually the one with a new partner.

The bars were always filled with the airborne men, along with the army and marines. Relatively few women were brave enough to infiltrate the packed bars. Yet, somehow, George was often found charming a beautiful local.

It bothered Julia quite a bit at first. Not for the obvious reasons, but because she missed her friend. They had never been glued together at the hip, but at Toccoa they almost always ended the evenings together. Julia couldn’t help but wonder if George was getting tired of her since they spent so much time together. But Julia found solace in her other Easy Company friends. Frank Perconte was always up for a chat. Joe Toye was a more melancholy friend when he drank and they spent plenty of evening’s lost in deep conversation.

It was on nights like these, when George was absent, that Julia found herself interacting more and more with Chuck Grant. On a regular week-day evening Julia was honoring an invitation to play cards with Frank and Bull when Chuck invited her out on a date.

He had run into her as she was about to enter the building where Frank was bunked. It was late evening. The sun hung just above the horizon, struggling to say goodbye to the late summer world. The warm, fading light had Chuck’s skin glowing when he approached her. Julia had always found him very handsome, but never entertained the idea that he may be interested in her. Before their social encounters out in town she wouldn’t have expected him to know her name.



“Hi Julia,” he said politely. He looked like he had just showered. His hair was freshly combed back and she could smell his aftershave.

“Hi Chuck,” she smiled. Her palms were a little sweaty, although she wasn’t sure if it was out of nervousness or due to the last beams of the day’s heat.

“Who ya visting this evening?”

“Frank. Well a few guys actually, but Frank invited me to play cards with them.”

“You any good?” Chuck asked.

Julia shrugged, “not as good as I’d like to think I am.”

“Ah, I bet you’re better than you think!” Chuck said.

Julia smiled at him, then at the ground, trying to think of something to say next. “Well, I ought to get going…” she trailed off.

“Yeah, well hey, I was wondering, would you like to see a movie with me?”



Julia looked at him in surprise, “like watch one of the ones they screen here?”


“Well I was thinking somewhere in town? Like a date.”

“Oh!” Julia didn’t know what to say, she was totally taken aback.

“If you’re up for it?” Chuck asked sheepishly. He was usually a confident guy but standing there in front of her Julia finally saw a more vulnerable side of him. His shoulders were slightly hunched and his lips were pressed together in nervous anticipation for her answer.

“I would love to!” she said honestly.

“Great!” he straightened with renewed confidence. “We can work out the details later, I’ll let you get to your game.”

“Okay, see you later Chuck.”

He smiled a little half smile at her as she turned toward the barrack. Before entering, she stole another look at him over her shoulder and he smiled warmly at her. A little swarm of butterflies somersaulted in her stomach and Julia had to press down a wide smile.

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Bill Guarnere x Reader | Not without you

i really wanted to write about bill (of course all my respect goes to the real veteran, this is only based on the show) ❣️ warnings: cursing, strong language

It is with an irritated grunt that you hoist yourself upon one of the stools facing the bar, the heavy sigh that erupts from the depths of your irked mood shattering the frisky and overly-joyful atmosphere that came with off-duty nights of such kind. Under different circumstances, you were certain to have wholeheartedly relished in whatever celebration your friends were engaged in, either joining a heated game of darts — always resulting in the trade of many packs of cigarettes before a crowd of sprightly figures —, or partaking in an often drunken yet dedicated rendition of a song you do not always know the precise lyrics of. But on that evening, even as you recognise many bright faces that you trusted unquestionably and would be sure to spend a good time with among the swarm of uniforms, the exuberant force that would have pulled you straight to them had been receding due the very cause of your acrimony. Namely, Bill Guarnere. 

Even though the black-haired man has not yet noticed your coming in, busy downing a beer to Joe Toye and Babe Heffron’s cheering, you had made sure to pinpoint his exact location so as to contrive better ways to escape from the Sergeant’s attention. If you weren’t going to enjoy your night as plentifully as you would have without the incident that had caused your rancour, at least you would rather do so out of sight from the one who ruined it for you. 

“Why the long face, Sergeant?” 

You dismally swing around your stool, meeting George Luz’s playful grin. As he takes a better look at your indeed disheartened expression, your friend sits beside you, repeating in his best Cpt. Sobel voice: 

“Sergeant, if you disobey a direct order by not telling me what’s going on, I’ll cancel all of your weekend passes. Forever.” 

With George’s sudden materialisation and comforting humour, your spirits raise slightly and you even crack a smile, catching the gleeful twinkle in the soldier’s eyes. And yet, even with the effervescent talking pounding against your eardrums and the strong wafts of alcohol intertwined with smoke inundating the room from all parts, synonymous to the parties you took such delight in after days of combat and agonising battling against your own fear and torment, you still don’t feel like leaving your corner. In addition to this, Luz’s casual kindness only increases your resentment toward Guarnere. 

“What the hell is a weekend pass anyway?” you shoot back, half-amused. Ever since Easy Company made their jump in Normandy, weeks ago, Toccoa Camp and Captain Sobel’s tantrums have seemed so far away. ‘Going back’ now refers to Albourne, which, although not quite being home, nonetheless became a place whose name resonated with a sense of warmth that is always welcome after days of duty. 

George makes his pint of beer slide toward you on the surface of the bar counter, as though attempting to cheer you up differently as he notices that your state of mind hasn’t grown much merrier. “Drink up, Y/n. What’s the matter with you? Go get shit-faced while you still can,” he encourages you in a manner not at all subtle. 

“Thanks, George.” You comply, thankful, and take a gulp from his drink — the stream of alcohol prickles the inside of your mouth, its hardly-resistible appeal already enticing you to take another sip. “I won’t give this back to you, you know that, right?” 

“How dare you, Sergeant, this is United States army property!” The man doesn’t lose an occasion to impersonate Sobel again, this time succeeding in extracting a laugh from you. 

“There you are!”

Your attention then gets drawn by another silhouette emerging from the mass of clustered soldiers, striding toward Luz and you while clutching an empty pint of beer in each hand. 

“Hey, it’s Joe Toye himself!” George heartily pats his friend on the back. “Coming back for more?”

“Hell yeah,” the other man approves, slamming his load of glasses upon the piece of furniture before him. “Get me another drink, will you?” He shouts toward the man behind the bar, signaling for the private to get him a refill, before turning to you. “So, what are you doing here?” he inquired, bemused. “Why aren’t you out there partying? By that time of the night we’re usually third-wheeling for you and Garno.” 

“What?” you almost choke on your beer, staring at Toye in bewilderment. 

“Cut the crap, Y/n, we all know about you and Bill,” Joe rolls his eyes, smiling slyly. “He won’t stop looking around any chance he gets, so you better get your ass up there before he loses it.”

“Well why don’t he? If he likes replacing me so much, why don’t he j*rks himself off on his own.” Your stark reply startles both your friends, though Luz interrupts the bitter trail of thoughts that is already running through your mind again. 

“What the hell happened back there?” he asks incredulously, taken aback by the sharpness of your tone.

“Shit, I think I know what this is about,” Joe sighs, even ignoring the beers that were just delivered to him. He frowns, trying to piece back together what he thinks may be the reason for your tartness. “Last time we were out fighting Guarno went outta his way to do something Y/n was ordered to. He got yelled at by Lipton for that. Come to think of it, I haven’t seen you with us ever since. Not when Bill was around, at least. Is that what’s going on?” 

“I—”

“Y/n,” George cut you off insistently, having payed attention to the story. “We already got Krauts tryina kill us, it ain’t gonna make it any easier if some of us turn against each other. Let’s go have fun, okay?” he beseeches you and Toye, glancing at the bustling room. 

“Fine, but he ain’t off the hook,” you consented on reflection, seizing the pint that you’ve monopolised from Luz as you hopped off your chair. Now that your friends are by your side, the prospect of facing Bill doesn’t seem as tedious — wickedly tempting, even. You want to come clean with him, to spit out every ounce of anger you’ve been harbouring in his face, or simply ignore him until he isn’t able to take it any longer. Either way, you want to hurt him as much as he hurt you, belittling you in the line of duty without an explanation, without a single word to explain what was going on. If he can push you around this easily, making you look like you aren’t able to handle the situation on your own, then you have nothing to do with him anymore. 

“Just try not to kill him right away,” Joe swiftly turns around to give you a quick smile as you follow the two men through the room to the clinking of glass. “We still need men to fight the war, remember?”

Alongside Toye and Luz, you find your way toward the table Babe, Guarnere and Johnny are established at, drinking and talking loudly while their sentences are punctuated by sniggers and exclamations. 

“I found some friends of ours who got lost, had to show ‘em the way,” Joe announces humorously as your party stops in its tracks, greeting your fellow paratroopers. You act carefully as to ignore Bill’s gaze, only giving Johnny and Babe a pleased smile, and keep on standing by Luz without coming any closer to Guarnere.

Though a small part of you is itching to witness the puzzled look that makes its way upon the Sergeant’s face when you don’t return his salutation, you refuse to yield to further temptation and join George and Babe’s discussion instead. You hope to make Bill understand that as long as he doesn’t apologise — or at least tries to vindicate his action, if it is possible —, you are going to act as if nothing had ever gone down between you two. But the truth is, some things have gone down between the two of you, which makes it even harder to stifle the painful feeling that you’ve been carrying around ever since your return to England. The faded touch of Guarnere’s lips still haunts yours, the dimmed feel of his hands still runs along your back. Yet the desire to feel them again is checked by the flashing picture of him departing on the double as you and Carwood exchanged a dismayed look, Bill shouting that he could take care of it just as you were about to obey Lipton’s command. Does he really deem you unable to manoeuvre NT? You don’t know how to else construe his gesture — he must have known what he was doing, because you have never ever since anyone else behave this way on the front line. In the field, you do as you are ordered to, without questioning whom your CO delegates tasks. 

“Hey, Y/n! D’you remember how that song Babe was hummin’ in his sleep went? When we were in the truck.” Guarnere’s voice however reaches you at last, and this time you have no choice but to finally set your eyes upon him with a glare, sparing him none of your displeasure.

“No,” you answer curtly, shifting your attention back onto whatever Luz is saying. But you do recall how the song went, and your heart falters a little when you imagine Bill’s optimism dying out, the man’s speech growing quieter. If only you could resent him as intensely as he upset you.

You keep your interactions with Bill’s corner of the table to a minimum throughout the evening. Although you have eventually relaxed enough to actually take an active part in the chattering all around you, mostly laughing along and sharing anecdotes with Babe and Luz — who are further away from Guarnere —, your pride is still hurt from the latter’s lack of account for his actions. You had confided in Bill how arduous it had been for you to find a place in the army, let alone rise through the ranks, so his carelessness digs particularly deeply into your sensitivity. He, of all people, should have known how hard you tried, and yet he had disregarded it by treating you as if you weren’t capable enough. 

“Well, boys, some people care about a good night’s sleep, so I’m heading off,” you finally declared after finishing your second pint of bear, stretching your arms out before you depart. 

“Already, Sarge? Who knows when we’ll get another night like this,” George tries to change your mind, slightly wavering from tipsiness and exhilaration. “C’mon, we ain’t gotta jump tomorrow.”

“Yes, George, but I feel like you’ll end up jumping from tables in a few hours, and I don’t wanna break my neck joining ya,” you joked, patting your friend on the back. “Good night boys, take it easy.”

“Yes Ma’am,” Babe chuckled, contradictorily taking another sip from his drink. “Good night, Y/n. Don’t let the drunks hook up with you on the way.”

“There’s no chance.”

You spin on your heels after wishing your friend to have a good end of night, then heading toward the exit the room while navigating between the tables and inebriated groups of soldiers stumbling by, and disappear inside the corridor meant to lead you outside the building. As the English family that you are quartered with lives nearby, sneaking into their house this late at night isn’t a problem as long as you remain discreet. 

When the door closes on you, the buzzing sound of the bubbling men you left behind is still ringing in your ears and the faint smell of smoke hasn’t quite dispersed yet, echoes from the on-going party reverberating in the empty corridor. The aftertaste of alcohol is still burning your tongue, but you shiver, away from the warmth of the packed room where elation is chasing the Battalion’s fears and concerns away — far, far away. 

However, you don’t get much time by yourself as the thumping of footsteps arising from the direction you left draws your attention, making you turn around to get yourself acquainted with whoever else is roaming the hallway. You cannot help but scowl as you recognise the man: you didn’t know whether you expected anything from Bill, but now seems to be the time to find out. 

“Y/n, wait,” he calls out for you, so you stop — now could be the time to finally get everything off your chest. As he levels with you, Guarnere’s expression appears defensive, worked up. “What the hell is going on with you?” he asks abruptly, and your eyes anchor into each other’s at last. Your anger swells, enlarged by his unawareness. 

“What the hell is going on with me?” You snap in response, the muscles of your body stiffening as you attempt to keep yourself steady. 

“Yes, what’s your fucking problem!” he immediately retorts, eyebrows severely knitted together. “Why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m sorry Bill, I thought you were too busy trying to prove everyone how tough you are and how good you are and doing other people’s jobs!” you bite back, unable to quench your outburst of rage. “If you think I’m only worth fucking, you better get the hell out of here immediately. Go get laid with someone else, because I was clearly mistaken about you.” 

“What the hell are you talking about?” You can see that Bill is still mad, but confusion mixes in with his aggressive comeback as he tries to make sense of your answer. “I don’t fucking get it!”

“Oh, cut the crap. Like doing my job in my place is not a clear message! I’m perfectly capable of getting TNT on my own, Guarnere,” you stated in a more controlled, but deadlier tone. “I don’t need you to think of me as someone in need of your assistance.” 

“Fuck, this is why you’ve been acting so weird?” He understand with a movement from the head, jaw clenched tightly, but his gaze then sets back onto your face. 

“Yes, that’s precisely why,” you start again before he gets the chance to defend himself. “If you really think that I can’t handle things on my own in the field, then you’re wrong.”

“I didn’t do it because I thought you couldn’t!” The dark-haired man exclaims indignantly, the modulation of his voice stronger. 

“Then what is it? Why the fuck is it, Bill, because I don’t understand!” 

“I didn’t go out there because I thought you couldn’t handle it!” He repeats, driven by a virulent impulse. “I did it because that field was brimming with Kraut artillery, and I couldn’t stand the goddamn thought of seeing you collapse among all the other dead bodies!” 

His words hit you so forcefully that your next sentence gets caught in your throat, leaving you speechless for the first since Guarnere has joined you. I couldn’t stand the goddamn thought of seeing you collapse among all the other dead bodies. 

“That’s right,” The Sergeant continues less harshly, catching his breath. “I ran for that TNT instead of you because I didn’t want you to get killed. There, are you happy now?” Too taken aback to come to your senses right away, you process what Bill is saying. You’ve never heard him confess that he cared about you this much before, though your affection and attachement toward each other have been undeniable. “Don’t ever think that I might consider you a lesser soldier than any of the men in this company,” he goes on, intensely looking into your face. “I damn well know what you’re worth. And...” he hesitates, somewhat flustered, but finally opens his mouth again. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

As Bill speaks, the violent emotions that had previously got a hold of you evolve into something else — something even stronger. Something that drives you to him, that makes you want to stand by his side before the entire world, that reminds you more than ever of all the times you have looked at him, and seen a form of reassurance that you never found anywhere else. He takes a step toward you.

“You can’t die for me, Bill. You can’t. I don’t want to lose you either. But we’re done being stupid now, okay?” you whisper, unable to yell anymore while tears are threatening to well up as you cup his face in your hands. All that you feel at once completely throws you off balance, seemingly both emotionally and physically. “There’s enough fighting out there already.”

“We’re done being stupid.” Guarnere’s voice is now barely more audible than yours, and his comforting touch is soothing you down when he feels like it is safe enough to get closer. “I don’t want to do this without you,” he says.

You kiss, his hands running through your hair as you let yourself go to him, pressed against the comforting steadiness of his chest, the fabric of his uniform filled with the warmth of his body. After such a tumultuous night, exhaustion doesn’t take long to descend upon you, but what hits you most is another sudden realisation — you are falling in love with Bill Guarnere. You have been for days. 

The dark-haired man takes you into his arms after your lips break apart, hugging you tightly as he kisses the top of your head, and holds you closely. “Do you wanna go to sleep?” he murmurs, feeling you fully lean into him. “I can walk you to your house, or I know a spot where no one will walk on us.”

“Let’s do that,” you approve against his torso, before adding: “I want to be with you.” You want him to know how much you care about him too. 

“Okay, then come with me. No one should be able to find us.” He takes your hand, leading you through the dark, and is cautious to make sure that you aren’t seen.

Later that might, when you finally fall asleep, it is by Bill’s side. And, long after your eyes are shut and sleepiness has taken you both into its realm, you can still unconsciously feel the man’s heart beating inside his chest, pressed against your back.

[shiftysdogtags]

Rainy Days

To the Anon who requested this, tumblr would let me answer it so I've had to post it here. i wasn't sure which boy(s) you wanted so i went a bit crazy and did all of them🙈 They’re brief little mentions so if you want me to elaborate on anyone please let me know! I’d love to do a full headcanon on any boy of your choice. And if I missed anyone tell me and I’ll add them.

Requests are open

Taglist: @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant​ @floydtab​

James Alley

He doesn’t like the sudden loud noise when the doors close suddenly

He must make sure all the windows are closed, and the bedroom doors can’t slam, and he checks them almost hourly

To get him to relax you have to distract him with random things like a story your friend told you earlier in the week

Most of the time he doesn’t listen and when he gets up to check the doors again you have to follow him

He normally calls a rainy day a nap day and when he has calmed down you have found his nodding off in the strangest of places

You leave him to sleep in peace because a good sleep for him is rare due to his bad dreams

A sleep always makes him feel better whether its five minutes or five hours and when he wakes up, he is like a whole new person and the rain is forgotten

Buck Compton

It’s you who mopes around the house, bored and not having anything you can do that will distract you long enough

Buck comes home early because the weather has prevented people getting to the courts in time and the cases can’t proceed as a result

You basically jump on him as soon as he crosses the threshold of the door begging him to entertain you

He teaches you how to play darts to pass the time

He whispers little tips in your ear, and he is full of encouragement

When you miss the board completely, he lets you retake the shot, pretending he didn’t see you throw the dart or muttering a little ‘that doesn’t count’

As you start to get better, he comes to your level but lets you win most of the time because he likes to see how excited you get

That and he gets to stand behind you with one hand on your hip and the other covering your hand

As you start to improve so does the weather but you’re both having too much fun to notice

And Buck really doesn’t want to go back to prepping cases when he can spend time with you

Chuck Grant

Grant sits and complains to you that it’s raining as if you had something to do with it

It’s almost as if he is having a staring competition with the rain and part of the deal is if he wins it will stop raining

He doesn’t like the sound of the rain and he tries everything to drown out the sound

His favourite thing is your voice, so he asks you to talk about anything and everything humanly possible

The weather has some weird effect on Grant because when the temperature drops his body temperature drops as well

He is cold to the touch and he begs you to cuddle so he can get warm again

When he sees you coming, he couldn’t be happier, and he knows he is going to have the most amazing nap possible

He wraps you around him and before his head hits the pillow, he is fast asleep

He wakes up first and somehow manages to sneak away without waking you up in order to make you a little thank you dinner for putting up with his rainy-day mood

He’s a surprisingly really good cook and whatever he makes always tastes amazing

Bill Guarnere

Like Grant, Bill likes to cook

He cooks something his mother makes, and it takes hours and I literally mean hours

He is at it all day and he somehow manages to drag it out

You can hear him complaining about how it doesn’t taste right and the occasional clatter of a fork falling on the floor

His poor mother must hate rainy days too because he calls her at least ten times to ask her a question and when she tells him what he is doing wrong he gets annoyed with himself

It really is a labour of love and you just have to let him at it to go through the process by himself

You think he does it because it’s therapeutic for him but the state he leaves the kitchen in is unmerciful

He uses every utensil and spice or herb you have, and he gets more of it on the counter than he does in the dish but the clean up afterwards is part of the process

To be fair to Bill and his mother, it does taste amazing and you’re always thankful he makes enough to have the next day

And of course, he keeps a little bit for his mother because he wants her to have some of his dish and see how proud he is of it

Babe Heffron

You and Babe bake on rainy days

He literally begs for you to do something with him and he pouts until you agree

Babe can act like a bored toddler and he has to have something to do

The kitchen ends up covered in flour and there are chocolate chips mashed into the floor from you both accidentally stepping on them

Of course, he helps you clean up, but he tries to distract you with threats to tickle you

You’re running around the house away from him and you almost forget about the cookies in the oven

You take them out just in time to salvage them and you sit down with Babe on a well-deserved break from all the running

A truce is called when he gives you the biggest kiss on your cheek and thanking you for spending time with him

Joe Liebgott

Lieb looks like he is always ready to fight but he is actually such a soft boy so stay with me

If the rain is bad enough, he won’t bother going out in his cab because there aren’t enough people about to make it worthwhile

It’s nice when he takes the rare day off and you make use of the free time you get to spend with him

He loves to read his comic with you in between his legs and your head on his chest

The thought of having you cuddling with him and not outside getting soaked to the skin is enough to make him have butterflies in his heart

He always lets you pick the comic you want to read together

And it doesn’t matter how many times he has read it before because he uses it as an excuse to have you close to him

He reads it aloud and you can feel the vibrations of his chest as he talks and the soft kisses to the top of your head

Even when you can see the rain has stopped neither of you move because you're too comfortable

Carwood Lipton

The day isn’t very exciting and you both just laze around the house with no plan in particular

He likes to read the paper in his armchair that is tucked away in a corner of the sitting room beside the window

Lip likes to listen to the rain but wouldn’t dream of going outside, using it as background noise because he can’t sit in silence

Just looking at it through the window is enough for him and he enjoys the heat from the house and his nice dry jumper

And being in wet clothes with the windy rain reminds him of the time he got sick and had pneumonia in Hagenau

You make a hot cup of tea or coffee for the two of you and place them on the small side table so you can sit in his lap

He is always warm, and he doesn’t mind sharing his heat

George Luz  

A free day with George was never boring and certainly never dull

Together you have plans that have to be abandoned because the weather doesn’t want to cooperate with you

He does an impression of the weatherman on the radio telling you it was raining as if you hadn’t just seen it seconds before him

But George doesn’t let it ruin your day and he turns the outdoor date into an indoor date

He puts on his best shirt and manages to pull flowers out of thin air

Like the gentleman he is he formally asks you dance with a kiss to the back of your hand

Before you know it, he has you spinning around the kitchen to whatever was playing on the radio

This poor bean tries his best to dance but he is hopeless

He doesn’t let that stop him from him showing you his moves and attempting to look sexy with his hips

You’re both in your own little bubble nether of you have realised it has stopped raining

Donald Malarkey

No matter what, every time you go for a walk with Don you somehow manage to get caught in the rain

Its almost as if whatever force there may be sees you both enjoying a lovely peaceful walk and decided that it is the perfect time to open the heavens and cause a little flood

While you're walking, Don sees a puddle and the biggest smirk you have ever seen crosses his face so of course you know he is up to no good

He kicks the water from the puddle at you, as if you weren’t already wet enough

This single action starts a puddle war to see who can kick the most water and who can find the biggest puddle to jump in

The whole walk home you can see people looking at you from behind their curtains and shaking their heads, but you were having too much fun to care

When you reach your home, both of you are soaked and covered in dirt

You have never laughed so much, and your stomach always hurts

Once you are both clean and dry, Don lights the fire and you order food and settle in for the afternoon

Johnny Martin

He usually sits and broods at the weather mumbling curses under his breath

Every time there is a flash of lightning or a clap of thunder, he rolls his eyes and you can almost feel it every time he does it

He will spend hours looking out the window with his pouty face until you pull him away

Martin has a constant resting bitch face but once you ask him to do something with you his face changes at a scarily fast rate

You are literally the light of his life and makes sure to tell you every change he gets

And he can't say no to you

When you get him going, he can be surprisingly soft, and he does whatever you ask him to

He likes to be needed and when he sees you trying to change a lightbulb or something he jumps up and does it for you

He does it while still cursing the weather and glancing at the window every five seconds to see if it has cleared up

Skip Muck

Skip runs around the house telling you to relax and not to panic when he’s the one who is really panicking

Every time you go into a room to try calm him down, he manages to slip past you and continue his pacing

The only way to get him to stop is to distract him and your go to is building a fort in the sitting room

You both gather all the blankets and pillows from around the house and make a fort big enough for two and all the snacks he insists he needs

You try to outdo your last fort and Skip always that that every cave in or remodelling is worth it in the end

Skip does stupid things to keep him distracted from boredom

Like betting you that he can fit more M&M’s in his mouth than you

Just so we’re clear he won that bet and you had to do the dishes for a whole week by yourself

Lewis Nixon

On the early mornings you wake up to the rain beating against the window Lew refuses to get out of bed

And he won’t let you get out of bed either

He has his arms wrapped firmly around your waist with his head buried into your hair and nothing on earth can make him loosen his tight grip

Eventually you manage to bribe him out of bed with the promise of hot coffee and getting back into bed as soon as possible

After a quick bite to eat and the gathering of snacks so you don’t have to move again you both watch crappy tv and have it loud enough to drown out the sound of the rain

He doesn’t understand personal space and he is constantly touching you and your legs are intertwined

A rainy day is usually a bed day for you and Nixon, and you wouldn’t have it any other way

Frank Perconte

This man does not like the cold and he hates it more than anything

He calls his mother and asks her for the recipe for the soup he likes

He has sweater paws and fluffy socks at the ready for occasions like a rainy day where no matter what he does he can’t seem to get warm

Of course, he uses this as an excuse to whine to you about being cold and needing extra kisses

Not that you’re complaining of course

He always has the heat turned up and he is still freezing cold while you're sweating from the sauna that is your home

He always tries to make you laugh and somehow ends up hurting himself

He slides across the floor in his socks and he tries to impress you until he nearly falls, and he decides he better stop

Shifty Powers

It’s you who refuses to do anything on a rainy day, and you close all the curtains and try to pretend that it’s not teeming outside

Even when you have blocked out any sign of the sun and day light Shifty brightens up the room

Rainy days make him think of all the things he can do in the outdoors and he makes a mental note of them all as he lists them all off to you

You don’t know where he gets his energy from because at the first sign of rain he buzzes around the house where most people would slow down and try to relax

Shifty makes you promise to do something with him once it dries up and there is no way you can say no to this angel and his beautiful face

He’s always warm and never complains when your cold hands steal his body heat

He also lets you wear his hoodies because they’re warmer and comfier due to their bigger size

Eugene Roe

The porch on your house with Eugene has a couch swing and you both like to sit on it and watch the rain together

He uses it as an excuse to be close to you because he won’t vocally ask for attention or cuddles

He normally fiddles with your hands as he smokes, and he is the quiet type, so the silence is comfortable

When he does break the silence it’s to ask you if you’re alright and to whisper sweet nothings in French into your ear

Gene is a natural caregiver and he likes to know you’re warm enough and safe in his arms

But when your nose gets red and you start to shiver you better believe he has whisked you inside for hot chocolate

He carries you inside and places you down on the armchair like a delicate feather

And of course, you watch him fly around the kitchen doing his thing because he is so handsome and who wouldn’t want to watch him?

Skinny Sisk

This boy is always yawning no matter what and this increases when it rains

He goes about his business yawning more than usual and eventually he just crashes and needs a nap

When you go to place a blanket over him, he likes to pull you down on top of him, so he has his favourite napping buddy with him

Despite your protests that you have things to do you can’t help but give in because he’s so cute when he is sleepy

He makes sure your head is on his chest and his arms are around you

The sound of his heartbeat and the rain from outside is a nice calming combination and you can’t help but join him for a nap and before you know it you’ve fallen asleep

Ronald Speirs

Ron continues to do whatever he is doing and refused to be defeated by water falling from the sky

No matter how hard it is raining he will not admit he was stupid, and he should’ve gone inside when he had the chance because he is stubborn

It’s only when he is completely soaked and whatever he was doing isn’t working out the way he wanted will he give in and come inside

He complains about it for ages as if someone had flipped a switched on the clouds so they could ruin his day

Everywhere he walks in the house can be easily identified by the puddles on the floor

After he changes into dry clothes, he plops himself on top of you on the couch for cuddles

With arms wrapped around you he buries his head into the crook of your neck

And he loves when you run your hands through his wet hair

It’s normally enough to put him to sleep and the soft snores that come from his slightly opened mouth is the cutest thing ever

Floyd Talbert

Tab is always deep in thought when it rains because it's like his brain goes into overdrive

He sits outside in the porch while Trigger runs and rolls around in the dirt and he throws the occasional stick for Trigger to fetch

He pulls on his lip and he is completely spaced out so you leave him to his thoughts, and you know when he comes around, he will look for you when he is ready

When he comes inside you can feel his eyes on you from across the room and you know it’s only a matter of time before he starts acting up and asking you for kisses

He likes to flirt with you so he can distract you from whatever you’re doing

When you give him your undivided attention, he feels like he has won the best prize possible

You both wash the dirt from Triggers fur and although it's a mainly silent activity, Tab knows he has everything he will ever need in that bathroom

Joe Toye

If poor Joe gets caught in the rain, there is nothing stopping him from losing it

I’m channelling that ‘someone’s gonna die’ scene where someone left a surprise for him in his foxhole  

It sets his mood up for the rest of the day and he can’t help but be miserable

And he is just waiting for the moment he starts sniffling and coughing because he has gotten sick

Coming home his clothes are physically stuck to his skin and he slams every door on his way to the bedroom where he can get changed

When he is done, he can’t help but smile and feel a little bit better when you have coffee and his favourite hoodie ready for him

He lists everything that happened to him that day while you run your hands through his hair

Joe openly admits that his day is much better now that he has you beside him

Once he has calmed down enough and he can’t escape his position from under your legs you pull out the paint samples for the new bathroom

He hates that kind of thing and he has been avoiding it for as long as possible

But he loves the smile on your face once he helps you decide, and he reluctantly admits that it was worth the effort

David Webster

Web doesn’t like to be on his own when it rains

He doesn’t know why but he feels uneasy and he needs to have company

He is content with reading a book by himself once there is someone else in the room with him

So, you do your thing and he does his thing and if you need to move to a different room, he follows you

Every so often he breaks the silence by asking you to listen to part of the chapter he just read, and he asks your opinion

I feel like he writes your opinion in the little blank column of the page and he loves to reread books because they remind him of you and what you thought of them

David’s handwriting is all over the books in your home and they all have sticky post it notes hanging from them

You’ve often caught him staring off into the distance while he thinks in depth about the paragraph he has just read

Richard Winters

While most people might think of a rainy day as a write off Dick will use it to do the things, he has been avoiding or too busy to do, like writing letters

He is usually tucked away in his office and he doesn’t notice how bad it is outside and how much the clouds have overcast causing everything to go dark

He continues his focus on the task at hand until the lights go out

He drops everything that he is doing and goes walking around the house to find you because he doesn’t want you to be alone in the dark

You both go searching for all the candles you have in the house, so you have some form of light

As a couple you don’t spend much time apart but there are times your schedules are busy, and time together is rare

You talk about your week and you treat it as a small catch up

The fire is lit for heat and you both share a blanket on the floor

It’s occasions like rainy days that remind you both how much you love each other and how lucky you are to need nothing but Dick to be happy

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A Rare Night of Peace

Ron Speirs x Reader Drabble

Summary: Some truths are revealed over a rare night of peace. A few are more impactful than others.

Warnings: none, some potty words. Literally no plot, just drabble bc why not. It’s not very good but I’m working on writing scenes with dialogue from multiple characters so thank you for your time

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She gaped at him, and Lip snorted in laughter she couldn’t help but join in.

“You didn’t.” Y/n accused, a note of betrayal in her voice as Ron tellingly smirks while he goes about collecting his winnings.

She couldn't believe it. She would’ve been truly pissed if she hadn’t been so surprised at Nixon’s revelation. Lip is giving her shoulder a squeeze of mock comfort, laughing again when she shakes him off with a hiss of shut it.

“Are you seriously trying to tell me that you were coddling me in poker?!” 

Speirs shoots her a look of ignorance. “I’m sure I don’t know what they’re talking about.”

She rolls her eyes, pushing away from the table and going over to her jacket by the door to get a new tie for her hair.

“You let me play against Malarkey and Carwod!!” she said with a glare when she got back shaking her head with obvious disappointment. “You let me bet against Malarkey and Carwood!”

“And you won, didn’t you?” he asks with a quirk of his brow, undisguised mirth in his expression.. “‘Sides, Donald Malarkey can’t bluff to save his life and Lipton doesn’t know how to play at all.”

Car’s smile of amusement disappears and a look of annoyance crosses his face. “I know how to play—”

“Oh yeah, so why are you playing blackjack at the poker table?”

She leans back in her seat and sighs, glaring at the back of Ron’s head. “Traitor.”

He snorts in amusement, knocking on the table to signal the end of his turn. “Not the worst thing I’ve been accused of being.”

She shakes her head, glaring at Bull’s unmasked amusement at her frustration. 

Narrowing her eyes, she turns to Nixon and smiles sweetly. 

“While we’re sharing harsh truths- Nix?  Bull, Luz, and Gonorrhea have been paying me in chocolate bars to smuggle your whiskey out of Dick’s stuff. They’ve been putting it back with some amber colored replacement they’ve concocted—”

“They fucking WHAT?!”

“Oh, come on! What’d I do to get thrown under the train?” Bull groans, shooting her a glare before turning to deal with the appalled Nixon, who was reaching for his bottle of Vat 69 and holding it up to the light with skeptical horror.

While she pursed her lips and sent Bull an air kiss he angrily bats away like a mosquito, Malarkey took his turn before nodding for Welsh to begin his turn. 

Peeking over Ron’s shoulder, she tried to get a peek of what cards he held in his hand, only to be caught by the man himself when she almost leaned too far out of her seat and had to catch herself on the back of his chair so she did not fall.

“Cheater,” he snarked, a dark chuckle escaping his chest when she smacked his bicep in retaliation. 

Without looking away from the game Ron hooks his foot around one of the legs of her chair, using a strong leg to drag her (and her seat) up close beside him until their thighs are pressed together, the wood of the chair leg whining as it was dragged across the stone floor. “Like I’d show you my cards without making sure you aren’t giving me away with your piss-poor poker face—”

“I’ll have you know that I have an excellent poker face, sir.” she dramatically flicks her hair over her shoulder, intentionally hitting him in the face with the still damp strands. “You’re the one who smells lies or whatever it is you do…”

“I thought it was fear that you said you could smell, Lt. Speirs?” Lipton joked quietly, earning a chuckle from those still paying attention to the game.

“I think you’re thinking of dogs or bees, Lt. Lipton.” Ron says cooly, no inflection in his voice as he watches Lip take a card and add it to his hand.

“Well, that would make your former position in Dog Company all the more ironic, wouldn’t it?” Y/n said quietly, working as hard as she could to keep a smile off of her face.

Lipton guffawed loudly, the sound making her laugh as well. Ron looked like he wanted to kick her chair over, his hatred of puns and wordplay well known to her by this point.

“And just for that,” Ron takes a deep breath, flipping his cards over and throwing them in the middle for everyone to see. “I’m not going to teach you the trick to win this game every time.”

“God, DAMNIT, Speirs!” Bull cursed, throwing his cards down in frustration as Nixon continued to interrogate him about his precious alcohol. “I fucking knew you just were fucking with us...”

“Y/N, what the fuck?” Welsh hit her arm. “I was counting on your tell to tell me what cards he had! Doesn’t your vein pop out of your forehead or something?”

“That’s Joe Liebgott...and he doesn’t do it anymore since someone taught him how to control it!”  Malarkey glared openly at Bull, who held his hands up in surrender.

“Luz had taken all the boy’s cigarettes, Don! What was I supposed to do? It was getting sad to watch…”

She smiles at the scene around her, feeling privileged to be able to see all of these men relaxed at the same time. Malark hadn’t laughed and teased so openly since Bastogne, and she remembered how when they had first met he had been laughing as well.

She hoped this was the beginning of something good for Donald Malarkey. 

He deserved something good.

Ron’s hand on her knee startles her slightly, the heat of his hand unfamiliar and unexpected. But when she looks around and sees no sign of danger, she looks down at his hand as if she’s never seen one before, cheeks heating at the sight of it. 

His thumb moves slightly, almost as if he was trying to offer some sort of reassurance. When she finds the courage to look at his face she sees that he is watching her just as carefully, as if he too is somewhat surprised by his bold action.

Turning to look across the table, she saw that none of the other men seemed to take notice of their exchange, all of them talking about some replacements she hadn’t met and lamenting their greenness.

No one knew that Ron Speirs, the Ron speirs, was touching her. No one had seen how flustered it was making her.

Well, thank God for small blessings…

“Y/N, is this—?” he began to ask under his breath, but she couldn’t bear to hear him second guess his boldness, so she quickly moved her hand to cover his and hold it in place. When he slightly raised a brow she nodded as subtle as she could, confirming that yes, she did want this.

 She did want him.

With a squeeze that she hoped conveyed her whole-hearted invitation to join her, she stood from her seat and made a point to stretch her arms above her head in a big stretch.

“I think I’m gonna call it a night,” she says with a yawn, the sound almost slipping out as a squeal when she feels Ron’s fingertips touch the back of her knee in a way that was so deliberately distracting that she had to really focus on keeping her expression passive. “Unless there’s anything else for me to look over, Lewie—?”

The slightly drunk man shook his head emphatically and pointed to the door grandly. 

“Go forth woman, I free you from your shackles. Get thee to a chaise lounge post haste and rest that big, beautiful brain of yours!”

She can’t help but laugh at his theatrics, making a show of pulling her coat over her shoulders and wrapping it around her.

“Alas, there is nary a chaise in sight, fair sir. Might I perhaps be so bold as to ask his royal highness for permission to substitute a fainting couch for a lumpy floor mattress in an apartment filled with no fewer than thirteen haunted dolls?”

Standing with a quickness someone as intoxicated as he was shouldn’t have been able to manage, he hits his fist against his chest and nods.

“Off with you, then. I tire of your dawdling!”

Bull boos from his seat, throwing a card at her as she slings her bag over her shoulder. “Go do Shakespeare somewhere else, you nerds. You’re hurting my head…”

Making a sound of false sympathy, she walks over to the blonde man and squeezes the tight muscles of his shoulders, something that made Bull groan with relief and her laugh at his reaction.

“Anything for you, Mr. Randleman.”

Giving his shoulders one final squeeze she heads to the door. “Night guys—”

“Wait,” Ron said as she walked by his seat, scooting his own chair back and reaching for his stuff. “I’ll walk you. Gotta find the mailroom anyway.”

Heart in her throat, she watched as Ron casually slung his gun over his shoulder, looking as if he hadn't just taken the first step in what was certain to be a complex dance she never thought she’d actually have to perform. Not that it mattered, she was determined to see this through.

You’re allowed to be selfish, you know. If you want something, and it’s there waiting for you, then why the fuck would you just let it get away?

He’d been talking about stealing from estates at the time, but now she was wondering if he had been talking in riddles intentionally. 

She wouldn’t put it past him.

No one bothered to give more than a wave as the two of them fell into step, the dark of the house swallowing them up. 

When he grabbed her hand in the dark, she smiled.

Y/N had a feeling that Ron was going to make his intentions very clear tonight.

About time.

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Hey, Sleepy Head

A/N: I’m so sorry this took a million years to write, I haven’t been motivated recently and have been dealing with some hard stuff. Butttttt I had a dream similar to this so I wrote it based on that, SUPER SOFT MALARKEY (lil bit of angst at the beginning) - also sorry if the monologue is hard to follow I tried to make it easy enough:)

requested by: @wexhappyxfew​

prompt 60: fuck, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my whole life.

send requests my way! message me to be on the taglist<3

wc: 1,776 

summary: You and Malarkey stayed up late playing cards with Liebgott. He went to his bunk and left you two alone. Soon enough, you fall asleep and Don confesses something big. What he doesn’t know is that you may not be as asleep as you seem...

taglist: @liebegott @floydtab @band-of-bitches @speirs-sexy-ass

hope you all enjoy reading this💓

Haguenau, 1945

The game was Texas Hold ‘Em. The minimum bet was ten bucks. You, Malark and Joe had stayed up after the first patrol to keep your mind off the disaster of an attack that took place not even an hour ago. As Joe was contemplating his next play, your mind wandered back to the other side of the river... 

Your heart was racing as you carefully crouched into the boat. You grasped the rope with all your might and tried to steady the boat you were in with Grant, Alley and Sisk. You heard a splash behind but needed to keep your focus on getting live prisoners. Goosebumps crawled up and down your skin as you reached the other side. 

You were so glad Web convinced Jones to tell Malarkey to stay back. You were all too concerned about your boyfriend ever since Bastogne. Skip and Penk are your best friends as well, but it hit him the hardest. He spent his passes laying in his bunk or standing in the shower. You just wished he’d enjoy himself...

“Y/N, Y/N!!! Are you even paying attention? Maybe if you’d concentrate more on the game and less on Malarkey’s arms, you’d have some money left.” Liebgott winked at you as warmth and red crept into Don’s cheeks. 

“What about you checking out Web’s arms, hmmm Joe? I heard you earlier asking if he’s been working out.” Malarkey chuckled as he glanced over at Webster sleeping on the top bunk. 

“Just play your damn cards, you buffoon.” Joe’s brows furrowed as he stared confidently at his hand. You could tell he was bluffing, the way his eyes darted from you to his cards was obvious. But you decided to play in a little longer.

“Buffoon, that’s a new one.” He rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Alright, I’ll see you, raise you, and call you.“

“Full house, beat that Y/L/N.” He smirked boldly and assumed he had won. It was time you wiped that smile off his certain face.

“Four of a kind.” You watched his smile dip and fade as you pulled the cash towards you, a grin growing on your face as you realize how much you had actually won. 

“How’s it feel to be beaten by the only girl in the paratroopers there Joe?” Don couldn’t help but be proud of you. Liebgott’s eyebrows loosened and an embarrassed look came upon his face. 

“I’ve had a lot to drink, maybe if I sleep this off, I won’t remember this in the morning.” He stumbled to his cot and slumped over. He fell asleep almost instantly. 

“Yeah but we will.” Don was rambling on as your eyes began to feel heavy and they slowly closed. He noticed your head laying softly in your pile of money you had won and your hair flowing from your scalp, lightly grazing your skin. He reached over and caressed your face, rubbing his thumb against your pink cheek. 

A smile found his face as he pushed his hand through your hair, thinking how tangled it had become since your last shower. He wanted to be helpful and brush it for you, but decided against it because of how delicate your routine is. Your hairbrush had been wearing down since you arrived at Toccoa. 

He admired your soft skin and peaceful face for a few more moments before standing and walking to the other side of the small, round table that Leibgott had left his bottle on. “Hey, sleepy head, we’re going to bed now”. He wrapped his muscular arms around your back and legs, carrying you bridal style to the bed under McClung. He gently lay you down, but kept his hand under your head. 

He grabbed a chair, flipped it around and sat on it backwards. He leaned his arms on the top of the wooden chair and put his chin on his forearms. He stared at you with completely adoration in his brown eyes. He reached over and pulled the thin cotton sheet over you, not sure if you would be cold or not. 

“Shit Y/L/N, you’re the most beautiful girl, wait, person I’ve ever seen in my whole life. I just can’t believe my broken ass got someone like you.” He was speaking softly and let a slight laugh leave his lips. “I mean, you’re so supportive, you help me through everything. You make me the happiest I’ve ever been, and we’re in the middle of a war for Christ’s sake. Y’know, ever since training I’ve been thinking if paratroopers was the right choice for me. I like boats, I could have been in the navy or marines, but then I’d have to be in Japan right now. Anyway, what I’m saying is I know now that it was the right decision. I would have never met Toye or Joe or Skip or Penkala or Bill. I would have never had a leader as great as Winters, and I can guarantee our branch, regiment, company or platoon for that matter has the best jokes and laughs of the whole war. I mean, who has a Luz to do impressions, or a Wild Bill to be dangerous for you, or a Perconte to brush their teeth in the middle of a blizzard. But most importantly, I would never met you. 

He took a long breath to make sure his next words were exactly right. He smiled as he reminisced about the first time he saw you. “You came running up to Guarno and Luz, and I’m pretty sure Toye was there too, to tell them about what Sobel had given you as a punishment. He had said you had to work harder because you were a woman in the army. He gave you 30 minutes up and back Currahee. He thought he was giving you the impossible, considering it was the beginning of training. Boy you sure showed him wrong.” He paused, chuckled and lowered his voice to say “that’s my girl.” 

“You did it in 25 minutes, and I remember how excited you were to tell them, how you embarrassed the leader of Easy.”

~~~~~~

“Bill, Joe, Luz, you gotta hear this!”, you yelled across the bar trying to find your friends. “Oh, hello.”

“Malark, this is Y/N Y/L/N, Y/L/N this is Don Malarkey.” Bill introduced you two and told you to continue your story.

“Nice to meet you Don”, you extended your hand in politeness, figuring any friend of Bill is a friend of yours. Don grabbed your hand confidently, then loosened as he felt an instant connection. He wasn’t sure if you felt it, but it took him by surprise. You could feel the roughness of his hands, the dirt and calluses. 

“Anyways, the look on his face was PRICELESS, so I went up to him and said this: ‘5 minutes to spare, I think I’m going to grab a beer’ and walked away. Thank you thank you.” Your friends started to applaud quietly at the stunt you just pulled off. “I’ll probably have to pay for it tomorrow, but it was totally worth it.”

Don was staring at you with amazement. He hadn’t know you for more than two minutes, and already you were surprising him. He stared intently at you, to show you he was listening, although it was hard. He was getting lost in your eyes, which were bright and deep at the same time. He was mesmerized by the way your mouth moved when you talked, the way you pronounced your vowels, and the way you smiled. He could not get over the way you smiled. Your dimples, the way the corner of your eyes wrinkled ever so slightly, and the happiness it showed. He came back to reality with you finishing a sentence: “If he comes looking for me, you’ll hide me right?” Don nodded.

“Maybe.” Luz side eyed you and you playfully punched his shoulder. 

~~~~~~

His eyes flickered back to the face of the sleeping girl he wanted to spend all his free time with. “Yeah that day was amazing,” his cheeks reddened and he pulled his hand behind his neck. “That was the day I met the love of my life.” He instantly put his hand over his mouth. He realized you were asleep and couldn’t hear him. He had known he loved you but he never said it out loud. He had this whole big plan to take you out on the most amazing date he could and give you some sort of jewelry and say those three words. 

“I love you Y/N Y/L/N.” He almost started shouting those words at how happy he was. Tears formed in his eyes as he began to repeat those words over and over. His face hurt from how much he was smiling. As he went to sit back down he saw something out of the corner of his eye. A small smile was plastered on your face that wasn’t there before. “You must be having a pretty great dream.”

“You could say that”, you replied as you slowly opened your eyes. The innocent smile turned into a smirk as you saw the change of emotions on his face. “How much did you...” you cut him off by clutching his shirt and pulling him close. Your free hand went to his face and carefully wiped his tears and holding his face inches apart from yours. You could feel his warm breath hesitantly come out of his mouth, coming out in short spurts. 

You pulled him in slowly as your heads tilted in unison. You pressed your lips against his softly, which quickly became more intimate by the second. You pulled away and looked into his loving eyes. “I love you too stupid.”

He instantly grabbed into the tightest hug he could. He picked you up out of the bunk and pulled you close to him. You wrapped your legs around his waist and placed your hands behind his neck. You play with the little overgrown piece at the bottom of his hair line, and your other hand rolled through higher on his head and massaged his head, you know how much he loved that. 

His hands moved up and down your back, sometimes moving under your butt to reposition you. Tears were slowly rolling down his face, and he couldn’t keep himself from smiling. His head changed from having his chin on the top of your head to planting kisses in various places on your face and neck.

“You best be careful Malark, steal me from my bed one more time and I might just have to steal your last name.”

[mrsalwayswrite]

These Hands Were Made For You (Bill Guarnere x Reader)

Based on this post by @problematicfavesareproblematic​ because its amazing!

This is my first time writing Wild Bill. Lemme know what y’all think!

Warnings: swearing, sexual tension, palming (is that a warning?)

Words:2600

Tag List: @happyveday​ @sydney-m​ @saritanotserena​

  As soon as you stepped into the barn-converted-to-mess-hall in Albourne, you knew what was coming. 

 "There she is, fuckin' goddess of war herself! Come to see how the toughest, most handsome sonofabitch in the 506 is doin' this morning?" 

 You just chuckled and shook your head at his exaggerated smug look. "Yeah, Bill. Something like that."

 Guarnere winked at you and you could not figure out how it was possible for such a simple action to be so dirty. The way he tilted his head just slightly, the corner of his mouth lifted in a half smirk followed by a quick wink...you could feel heat pooling in your belly and your breath catch. 

 The cocky grin on his face grew as he saw the hint of pink on your cheeks. He knew what that wink did to you and he LOVED using it against you. 

 Bastard. 

 "Something you need, Y/L/N?" Martin asked from the table closest to the door.  

 "Yeah, any of you seen Lip?"

 Luz answered from the table, cigarette dangling from between his lips. "Think he went back to the house to grab something. Why?"

 You waved Luz off as you could see him start to stand, stepping further into the barn. "Just need to ask him something. Winters is in a meeting otherwise I'd ask him."

 "Why don't you take a seat, he should be back soon."

 "Perfect spot saved right here for the Valkyrie of Easy!" Bill announced, patting the open spot on the bench next to him. 

 You rolled your eyes but relented, moving past the other table to drop next to Guarnere. On his other side sat Heffron, still looking a bit wide-eyed and nervous that he somehow won the coveted spot with the Toccoa men. Toye sat across, giving you a brief nod when you sat down. Perconte, Christianson, Skinny, and Grant also took up residence around the table. Perco seemed to have been in the middle of telling some overly, exaggerated story. 

 Most of Easy relaxed in the barn. The Toccoa men were grateful for the break from the front-line and hot food instead of K rations. All the replacements were eager for the next jump, ready to soil their ODs, not truly understanding that war would only take from them, never give. The division between Toccoa men and replacements was painfully obvious. 

 Heffron leaned around Guarnere to meet your eyes. "Hey, sorry again about the fellas yesterday. They've been like that since training."

 "Not your fault, Babe." You shrugged, running a hand through your hair. 

 "What's he talkin' about?" Guarnere narrowed his eyes at you. Even Toye across the table was staring at you in concern. 

 "Nothing, Bill. It's fine."

 "If you're sayin' its fine then it ain't fuckin' fine." He growled. When he realized you were not going to elaborate, he turned on Babe. "What the fuck happened?"

 The redheaded replacement looked like he would rather be anywhere else in the world in that moment than being interrogated by Wild Bill. "Some of the men were...ah, tryin' to...um… proposition her." He finished with a wince. 

 A long beat of silence.

 Then Guarnere exploded. 

 He pounded the table with a tight fist, the table shaking at the impact.  A snarl on his lips, he started to rise from his seat, eyeing the tables further away full of replacements. "Who the fuck was it? Someone from our platoon? Imma fuckin' kill 'em. Who was it?"

 "No," you cut in, grabbing his arm and restraining him, hoping to stop him before he worked himself up into a frenzy, "some replacements from third."

 He growled but let you pull him back down. "Goddamn replacements. They touch you?"

 "No, Bill. I handled it."

 Toye spoke up, eyeing his friend carefully as if to see if he was going to have to prevent a replacement's murder or help hide the body. "What you do?"

 You smirked, squeezing Guarnere's arm for good measure then pulled your hand back into your lap. "Told them if they tried to pull that shit again, I'd rip their cocks off and mail them to their mothers."

 All the men at the table either winced or shifted uncomfortably at the mental image. 

 "Hey, don't you be touchin' no one's cocks." Bill said, fury still on his face but also amusement. 

 You raised an eyebrow, "what would you rather I have done? Swung at them? Give Sink a reason to send me packing?"

 "Nah, you swing at 'em, they might fall in love." He winked at you again, telling you he knew exactly what he was talking about. Underneath the table, hidden from view, his knuckles skimmed the outside of your thigh. You attempted to hide the shiver that caused but knew you failed when Guarnere chuckled quietly.

 "Why would that matter?" Babe asked innocently. 

 "Oh, here we go." Toye sighed. 

 "Shut up Joe, the kid asked alright." Guarnere started his story, pleased to have a new, rapt audience. "So here we are, back in Toccoa, right? Most of us have already arrived and started trainin' with goddamn Sobel. Then one day this beautiful broad shows up and we're told she's joinin' the paratroopers. None of us believe it. Why would a broad be joinin'? Don't make no fuckin' sense. So the next day we're supposed to be startin' to learn self-defense and guess who I get paired up with? Huh? Lovely Y/L/N over here. Right, so I'm fuckin' pissed cause I don't wanna be fightin' no broad but Sobel is watchin' like a hawk. I tell her I'll pretend to swing at her and she should just fall down. Play fightin', ya know? Like when youse a kid. I take a swing at her, thinkin' she knew the plan. She easily dodges my swing and before I can right myself, she lands a punch on me. Knocked me flat on my ass and seein' stars. I look up to see this goddess standin' over me, bloody knuckles and all, and she says 'you better get up and fight me like a man before I knock you on your ass again'."

 "So, what you do?" Heffron asked, surprise clearly written all over his face. 

 Guarnere tapped the table with his finger. "What did I do? Well, I got up and told her that when this war is over, I'm gonna fuckin' marry her, that's what I was gonna do."

 Those who had heard the story before chuckled while Heffron sat there, head tilted and eyes bouncing between you and Guarnere like he was waiting for the punchline still. 

 "Why? No offense, Y/L/N." 

 Guarnere threw his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. "Cause she hits harder than any fella I've ever known, includin' me brother Henry. Boxin' champion that one was. Now if that ain't a reason to marry someone, I don't know what is."

 "And she puts up with your bullshit." Toye deadpanned. 

 You rolled your eyes, sliding out from underneath Guarnere's arm. "That's just words unless there's a ring and I don't plan on marrying for a while yet. Still gotta win a war first." You stood up, smoothing down your ODs. "'Sides, maybe by then I'll find someone who doesn't annoy me so much."

 "Nah, you'd miss my handsome face too much."

 "You keep telling yourself that, Bill."

 "One day you'll come around." He winked, making your insides warm. You would never understand how that was possible. The Philadelphian pointed a finger at you. "You lemme know if any of those replacements bother you again. Can't have those bastards propositionin' my future wife."

 "See you later, boys." You said, not even bothering to answer him. You headed towards the door, intent on finding Lipton; but also to get away from the man who gave you such feels without even saying a word. Then when he did speak, complimenting and claiming you in front of the others…. it was becoming harder and harder to keep your hands and your lips to yourself. 

 ***** 

 You leaned against the doorframe, admiring the man who was too caught up in writing a letter home to have noticed you yet. He twirled the pencil between his fingers as he thought about his words. The chair creaked under him as he shifted, leaning forward against the wooden desk to continue writing. The small bedroom only consisted of the desk, chair and bed. Guarnere's duffle bag was thrown in a corner with things haphazardly pulled out. The NCOs had been billeted in a house together, everyone able to have their own rooms unlike the enlisted men who were forced to share a converted barn.

 When you had first met him, and your first real encounter resulted in you punching him, you had thought he was the most unhelpful, condescending, little shit; and you had no problems telling him that for weeks after. When he had bounced back to his feet and proposed...you had laughed so uncontrollably, it had taken a sharp bark from Lipton to get you to focus again. 

 Over the following weeks, the bastard would openly flirt with you and practically pummel anyone else who tried to. Sometime around Fort Benning, your own feelings toward him started to change. No longer was he a man you loathed. You found yourself happy he was in your platoon, that he hovered around you keeping assholes from other companies away, that you enjoyed his flirting and when you two were alone... you reciprocated. 

 Actually, the first time you flirted back, he almost choked on his tongue he was so surprised. After that, things shifted between you two. 

 He continued openly flirting but understood you could not since you were under far more scrutiny and Sobel was looking for ANY reason to get rid of you. 

 For two years Guarnere had been in your life...and you hoped for the rest of it too. 

 "Enjoyin' the view, sweetheart?"

 You smiled at him as he leaned back in the chair, legs still under the desk. "Should I be?"

 He scoffed. "You know you like what you see...I'll tell you though," his eyes raked over you, "you're a fuckin' goddess with a body to drive a man crazy."

 You laughed, covering your mouth with your hand to minimize the sound, as he winked at you before turning back to his letter. 

 "The other NCOs said you were going out tonight for drinks."

 "Yeah, yeah. Told 'em if I didn't finish this letter for my ma, she'd jump on a boat and come find me. Got three letters from her already. Last one she threatened to come find me. So, I told the fellas I'd meet them there."

 The muffled sounds of the other NCOs drifted up the stairs; they were gathered in the common room getting ready to head out. With that in mind, you moved silently across the room to where he sat at the chair. Coming up behind him, you dragged your hands over his broad shoulders then down his firm chest, stilled his motions. 

 "Y/N…"

 You loved touching him, could not get enough of it when you were able to. What you also loved doing was paying him back for teasing you. 

 One of your hands continued to travel downward until you palmed his cock. He froze, pencil hovering just about his letter. Without a word, you slowly, torturously, stroked him over his trousers. 

 "Fuck, sweetheart." He groaned, tipping his head back slightly. 

 "You said earlier I wasn't supposed to be touching anyone's cocks...does that include yours?"

 Turning his head, he looked at you out of the corner of his eye but before he could speak, you took the tip of his earlobe between your teeth. 

 "Hands on the desk, Sergeant." You growled in his ear. 

 Immediately, his hands slammed on the wooden desk, palms down. The pencil fell to the floor. Letter now forgotten on the desk. 

 "Mmm, yes, sir… you keep them there." You continued slowly stroking his cock over his trousers. "You have no idea how bad I wanted to kiss you earlier when we were at the mess hall." You licked up the curve of his ear, feeling him shudder under your touch. Your hand gave him a gentle squeeze as you continued whispering in his ear. "Think I should punish you for teasing me earlier? That wink you gave me...all the dirty images it put in my head. Want me to tell you about them?"

 "Fuck, sweetheart, yes."

 "I thought about you bending me over one of those tables. Notice how they are at the perfect height? How good you would feel inside me. How deep you would be."

 One of his hands started to move off the table, drifting towards where your hand played with him. 

 You nipped his earlobe sharply, making him hiss. "Hands up, Sergeant, or no reward later."

 "You're gonna kill me, darlin'." His hand slammed back on the desk. 

 You licked a line up his neck before pressing your lips against his ear again. The pace of your hand increased, his chest rising and falling to match. "Remember that time in Mackall where we snuck into the parachute packing building and fucked on the silks. You couldn't wait to get inside of me and almost tore my new ODs. So I made you wait and watch as I started touching myself. After someone came in and we almost got caught."

 His hips were now rutting against your hand, the chair shaking with his movements.  His hands were in white-knuckled fists on the desks, trembling with his desire to get them on you. 

 Unable to help yourself, you grabbed his face with your free hand, turning it to press a bruising, messy kiss to his lips. He greedily took ownership of your mouth and deepened the kiss. He plundered your mouth with his tongue, reminding you how his mouth and skillful tongue alone could drive you wild. 

 Finally you broke away, pressing your forehead against his temple as you attempted to refill your lungs with the oxygen he had stolen. "God, I wish I could kiss you out there. Let everyone know I am yours. Maybe share quarters with you instead of sneaking around like teenagers. Fuck whenever we want."

 "I'd be the luckiest, fuckin' bastard in all of Easy. You're mine. My goddess."

 "There is one thing I need right now. I need the toughest, most handsome sonofabitch above me. I need my man inside me." You squeezed your hand, making him tip his head back and loudly groan. "Now the other NCOs are just downstairs. Think you can keep quiet?"

 He pressed a hard and fast kiss to your lips. "Oh darlin', it ain't me whose gonna have to keep from screamin'."

 "Mmm, think you can help me out?"

 "I'd do anythin' for ya…." He turned in his seat, hands now stroking your waist with a completely wicked and sinful smirk on his face. "Go lock the door."

 You stepped back, admiring the disheveled look on Guarnere, how his eyes blazed with passion and desire. For you. Without tearing your gaze from his, you shut the door and locked it behind you. 

 "Jesus Christ, you're a dream."

 "Only for you. Come on, Sergeant, show me how good you are with your...arsenal."

 Before you could move, he leapt out of his chair, making it clatter on the floor as it tipped over in his enthusiasm. He picked you up easily and tossed you on the bed. You laughed only to be immediately silenced by his mouth slamming against yours, a moan drawn from you as his talented fingers rid you of your clothing with an almost inhuman speed. 

 *****

 Later that night Guarnere was quite late for getting to the pub but he did not mind one bit. Especially since his bed now smelled like you…. And he had been able to remind you how much he loved you. 

 Quite vigorously.