#band of brothets headcanon

[televisionboy]

You already know. Toye and my Italian. I need my daily dose, Vered. Hmu

Don’t Lie To Me

Authors note: I’m not doing fantasy threesomes for u, toye, and guarnere, pegah. So here’s some TOYE for you (also ily I hope this is good)

Word count: 669

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“Someone’s going to die, someones going to fucking die” Toye muttered from behind a half empty glass of beer. Staring at you while you carelessly pretend to flirt with Webster was not Toyes idea of a fun time. However, you had been trying to get under Joe’s skin recently and when he decided he wanted to play darts and not dance to a slow song, you turned to the Harvard boy

“He follows through on stuff, too” Luz whispered to Babe, chuckling nervously. Joe Toye was many things, he was an incredible friend

“Private Y/L/N did you drink from your canteen?” Sobel nearly had a heart attack when he saw water dripping from your bag, the canteen broken “Were you not under specific orders to not drink from your canteen?” You had to resist the urge to roll your eyes, which brought a smile to your face when you thought of Joe mimicking Sobel “Are you smiling at your superior?”

“Sir, private Y/L/N is smiling because she knows that that’s my canteen, I took a drink from it. I got thirsty, sir” a husky voice came from beside you

“Then you will repeat all twelve miles of the march immediately”

When a letter from a guy back home came for you, promising if you came home he would give you a big home and lots of money, Joe didn’t say a word and he held his tongue. Granted he was biting it so hard it might’ve been bleeding

While you were close with men like Malarkey and Guarnere, Joe was the one who held you close in Bastogne. He dried your tears when you got homesick after receiving a letter from your father and he gave up the few food he got to give to you.

So seeing you brush Web’s hand or inch closer to him while he was telling a story, laughing at his unfunny jokes which Joe swore he could tell better was really wearing down on him. Really, Toye had no problem with David. Barely even knew the man. His problem was you, you and your ability to piss him off

He slammed the glass down and walked over to where you were sitting, close to the bar but at a table with Webster. You were fake laughing at a joke, loud enough for Joe to hear “Alright everyone, place your bets” Liebgott said as money was put into the center of the table

“Y/N has a very important thing she needs to report to” Joe hastily stood you up and took you away from the table “We’ll finish that story another time, Web!”

You pushed Toye’s hands off of you “What the fuck is your problem? I was talking to a friend”

He scoffed “What the fuck is my problem? What the fuck is your problem? Since when is David Webster your friend, anyways. You couldn’t give two shits about him”

“Please, I am very good friends with him”

“What’s his favorite color?” Joe mockingly put his fist under his chin, looking very interested

You rolled your eyes “it doesn’t matter, him and I have a very special connection. And why do you care who I talk to”

“I care because you’re my friend” you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, softly swaying to a song playing in the distance. Joe wrapped his arms around your waist “I think you care because deep down you love me”

“Please, I do not love you” Joe gulped and his hands began to grow sweaty but he plastered on a teasing smile to match your own. You leaned forward to kiss him softly but firmly, he didn’t think twice before kissing you back. When you pulled back, he was blushing and red “Don’t lie to me, you’re smitten” you laughed and leaned over Toye’s shoulder to look at Liebgott who was collecting money from a groaning Skip

“Hey Liebgott, let me in on some of that cash too”

[televisionboy]

Joe Liebgott being Louise Belcher for one minute and twelve seconds

in honor of @tyenesnakes