#chuck grant x ron speirs

[belovedastolove]

deeply sorry to the speirton girlies but there is nothing in this world that could get me behind that ship it just doesn’t do anything for me… grant x speirs on the other hand…!

[beachszn]

band of brothers • behind the scenes pt. 2

[speirslore]

band of brothers: types of kisses hc

(a/n: sorry this is so long… i tried to include a lot of easy company... but if your fav isn't here, please just send an ask and i'll add them!)

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[dick winters]

cautious kisses

dick does not like pda only because he's extremely private and wants your relationship to be for the two of you only... no matter how nosy nix is

but there still are occasional kisses to your cheek when he’s more relaxed in front of other officers

he's tender and careful too; dick is always cupping your face, a thumb brushing across your cheek or brushing hair away from your face

dick is always very gentle and a little unsure at times

especially at the beginning of your relationship, he feels incredibly inexperienced, or at the very least, out of practice

he’s very okay with you taking the lead when kissing because he doesn't want to do anything wrong

dick is tentative and private but very into it... it's a good thing he has an insane amount self discipline because otherwise he would be kissing you 24/7

[lewis nixon]

speaking of self discipline… lew does have it but he also chooses to ignore it most of the time, if he wants to kiss you then he's going to kiss you

so many morning kisses

honestly just anytime in bed because lew plays fast and loose with 'morning' and sleep cycles

absolutely never wants to get up, has to be coaxed with a lot of kisses and cuddling, it is a huge ordeal

he always kisses with some degree of mess, a little uncontrolled, perhaps a little desperate

a lot of sudden kisses too like you think you're safe and then boom he’s all of the sudden in the room, pulling you towards him

will take advantage of any opportunity no matter how small... does he have any shame? (no, not really)

lew does shockingly get a little shy sometimes about pda though

“i don’t want to rub it in their faces…" he'll insist, "y'know... what they don’t have”

sureeee... the blush on his cheeks says otherwise though

[carwood lipton]

carwood's speciality is definitely comforting kisses

lip is always paying attention to you and what you need and how you feel and that extends to physical affection

always wants you to feel okay, better than okay, great

and if a kiss can make you feel better then he’s more than willing to oblige

affection between the two of you is every casual and common, always kissing, holding hands, some sort of physical touch

constantly smiling in between kisses

he’s just that happy and loves you so much

but the comforting kisses & affection goes both ways

kissing the stress and worry away from his face and tracing his scar with your thumb before kissing it gently, your noses almost touching after you pull away to catch your breath, the two of you wearing twin smiles

and whenever you say goodbye or reunite, you both try not to make a scene, but it's always a little bit of a scene tbh... like having to be without carwood's kisses for a week is basically criminal

all the other men think it's extremely cute though, don't worry

[ron speirs]

stolen kisses (haha)

even his kisses are stolen!

he will always come out of nowhere and will always find time for a smooch

every time you think surely ron isn't in this area, he's supposed to be somewhere else, he's not in this building... you are proven wrong

is incredibly good at carving out time to see you... and finding private places for the two of you

like he's definitely scoped a few places out before he goes to find you

one time you were in his office kissing and someone knocked on the door and he huffs and pouts because he has to break away from you, even if it's only for a second- he's not happy about it

ron barks out, “not now," before returning to you will a warm, soft smile

heavy on kisses instead of words

ron is very physical...whenever you finally pull away from a kiss... you can always see things/emotions in his eyes that you know he's not ready to say yet and finds difficult to articulate

[don malarkey]

soooo many shy kisses

okay yes, don is kind of unhinged (stealing a motorcycle, drinking methanol, etc) but not with relationships... like flirting?? kissing??

he's still incredibly enthusiastic about your relationship... very much so

but he gets really shy around you, especially with kissing

turns beet red so easily, like you love kissing him and pulling away to see him blushing all the way up to the tips of his ears <3

it's just so fun and he's having a great time... and don cannot hide his emotions or what he’s thinking so whatever he's thinking always comes out when you're kissing

"god, you're beautiful. you should bring this dress to paris when we go next weekend. oh- y'know what, skip still owes me that $40 i lent him. i really need that for next week's pass so-"

"don," you interrupt gently, brushing a hand across his jaw

he'll blush and smile sheepishly, "right, i'm shutting up, back to kissing..."

he's shy yet so excited and wants to do everything right, willing to learn and wants to learn, and just wants his inner emotions and love for you translate with physical affection

and it definitely does! don is extremely endearing and you love him for it

[joe toye]

joe's kisses are always very intense

his eye contact, his touch, his raspy voice… everything is intense in the best way possible

his hands already feel like fire, so warm against your own skin

he loves just laying next to you in bed, just observing you and taking it all in

his passion definitely goes along with the intensity

he's also extremely private about affection with you, just because it means so much to him

tends to get vulnerable and emotional very easily

and really likes pillow talk and just listening to your voice, your stories, and your perspective

he likes your reassurance too, your love, he's never felt anything like this before

so whenever he can manage to have free time alone with you, he's always savoring it

joe could kiss you for hours, he truly loves taking it all in, going slow, and savoring the time you have together

[george luz]

late night kisses are a staple for the two of you

george gets so excited being with you he doesn't want to sleep

the biggest sleepover vibes

like you both very seriously decide to go to bed but then george says something funny or does his dike impression and then you both start laughing and talking again

and kissing again, sometimes the impressions are so good you have to reward him

you guys have a lot of late nights because of this

also do kisses for warmth and sharing body heat count?

huddling in a foxhole together, in the thick of it together, like yes they don't have much food, supplies, or ammo but george is not going to let them take kisses away from him too

oh my god, laughing in between kisses

sometimes he really can’t take himself that seriously

george is like don and gets very excited

he just feels so lucky to have you and has to kiss you accordingly

kissing you and just being with you can make him a little emotional… a happy little high

cigarettes have nothing on you and your kisses!

[babe heffron]

babe is kind of like a baby deer, he's a little clumsy and sometimes unsure but he's definitely got the spirit

he is confident but he does tend to second guess himself when it comes to you, he just doesn't want to mess anything up.

like what if he uses too much tongue or he headbutts you on accident... he's just overthinking it

and sometimes you just have to grab his arm and pull him toward you and kiss him yourself

when you're alone, babe lovesss laying on your chest letting you run your fingers through his hair and kissing his forehead... but don't tell anyone

jk he doesn't care if anyone knows (and they absolutely do know)

and the guys can't even tease him that hard about it, that's much everyone loves babe... they're just happy for him tbh

babe definitely gets a little needy sometimes like where’s his daily kiss allotment :(

and he can get clingy... will 100% wrap his arms around, you pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder just because he hasn't seen you that much today

[eugene roe]

tired kisses are a doc roe staple

poor eugene, he's exhausted and jaded... a lot of the time… and the rest of the company gives the two of you space as often as they can because they know how much your presence helps him

tired kisses as in he is putting in effort but his lips don't move as fast or as needy

he's more languid and calm, and it's very enticing

forehead kisses too omg

he lovesss when you kiss his forehead; pull him against your body, your chest, your arms and he feels safe and secure

he likes kissing the top of your head too, his nose in the crown of your hair while murmuring something in french

you catch various words in french that after spending so much time with gene you can understand now

like mon ange, mon amour, ma moitié (my better half? sobbing)

your presence is so grounding for him and makes him feel more normal, like he's not constantly surrounded by death and pain

you make him feel like he doesn't have to be constantly on edge, like he can take his helmet off and not be on alert, like he hasn't totally lost himself in his job... your kisses are so grounding for him

[buck compton]

a lot of reassuring kisses

like sometimes he just has to kiss the worry off of your face

and vice versa, towards the end of the war it's not even just kisses but your presence and touch alone become extremely reassuring for him

but also... buck can be so cocky sometimes, he loves showing you off

you secretly (not so secretly) love it... like sorry it's hot

like once when the two of you were at a pub in england... he's gambling, he's drinking, he's smoking, and ofc he's kissing you!

what else is he supposed to do when he wins at darts or cards... come on

the guys hype him up and just hide their jealousy because you and buck very often seem like relationship goals

he's always touching you, like usually has a firm grip around your waist

always laughing together, everything you do together automatically seems so intimate

like in a room with the other guys... they do feel like they're intruding

just because you and buck are in the corner laughing and talking together, the love and intimacy feels like it takes over the entire room

it's just so passionate and obvious he's head over heels and that definitely comes across in his kisses

[joe liebgott]

joe's kisses strike me as tender but demanding and needy at the same time

he's a taker.... but also a giver so it evens out

some very, very eager kisses

like pushing you up against a wall, hand sliding up your thigh and mouth working down your neck...

joe is a great multitasker!

accidentally bites your lip once, it wasn't that hard or anything but he went bright red and was apologizing profusely, but also was like, "did you like it though..."

(you did but...)

bottom line is joe's just a tiny bit feral around you at all times honestly

you never know when he’s going to pull you into his lap and kiss you and you both loveeee when you sit on his lap

the men are very used to it by now

he also likes living on the edge, like who cares if the patrol's supposed to be back any minute now and could walk in at any time?

messy kisses like his mouth is just everywhere basically, he wastes absolutely no time

he is so noisy: whines, groans, moans, laughs, you get everything with joe

also loves when you tug and pull on his hair while kissing, he specifically requests it

but joe can also get incredibly soft and sweet and tender but that's strictly for your eyes only... he has a reputation to uphold ofc

he totally blows you kisses whenever one of you leaves the room... it starts ironically but now he really does enjoy doing it

[david webster]

oh david is just so romantic

like definitely over the top romantic... it's so serious to him

he's read enough (a lot) romance novels and craves that book and movie worthy relationship and love

his life IS a victorian romance novel and he will act accordingly

everyone else thinks it's incredibly cheesy but you think it’s really cute

it means so much passion whenever he's talking about you, talking to you, kissing you, etc

he's always trying to think of the right words to say and you’re like “david, just kiss me please”

ofc he obliges and he is very good at it

his touch is just always so tender, you can feel the passion and love through his kisses

he's a little hesitant sometimes, starts off slow but it's extremely easy to get him worked up and make him lose some of that self control that he works so hard to maintain and portray

[floyd talbert]

confident kisses

yeah... yeah, what more is there to say

floyd just has a way (from a lot of practice) with his mouth

he's also very attentive and is always surveying how you're reacting and feeling, always wants to make you feel good and lovesss watching your reactions

he loves when you make noises of surprise or pleasure, he always ends up grinning into your kiss, he just thinks it's sooo cute

however i do think the more serious your relationship gets and the more feelings that are attached, the more likely he gets nervous... just a little bit

but that's more with relationship things

the kissing he has down pat for sure

takes the lead, cups your cheek, always knows what to do with his hands and the perfect the angle to tilt his head

will sometimes stop super close to your lips and just grin, teasing kisses

floyd loves having all of your attention to himself, when you loop your arms around his neck, when your lips are on his face, when you're talking quietly only for him to hear, when you're the only one that actually calls him floyd, ugh he just melts

[shifty powers]

shifty is the absolute king of gentle kisses

like so so shy

especially at the beginning of your relationship, you definitely have to kiss him first and initiate everything

he's so scared of reading the moment wrong and messing everything up

which you always reassure him that he won't

he has literally the entire company hyping him up, they've been waiting for y'all to get together for basically years now

but once he's more comfortable, he's always wrapping his arms around you, smiling, and kissing you freely

he struggles to articulate all love and emotions he's feeling but you still love listening to him talk about it

he just blurts out "i love you so much" one day after kissing, when you're laying in bed in austria

and he immediately looks terrified, not that he regrets what he said because he most certainly means it, but he doesn't know what you're going to say

but it's only a few seconds before you grin and throw your arms around him, "i love you too," you mutter before kissing him, a little more intense, and with a little more fervor than your usual kisses

[bill guarnere]

his nick name of wild bill definitely applies to his kissing style

absolutely wild

sometimes borderline unhinged

especially if he's been drinking or partying

but also... if it's the two of you alone, having a mellow morning or night, bill does get soft

the other guys aren't even surprised by that, they know he has a soft and gentle side to him, they can see it whenever you're with him

bill is sporting a basically permanent smile while watching you

trying to burn the visual of you into his brain so he can keep it forever

his kisses are encapsulating and very distracting

he hates seeing you upset or stressed and he uses kisses and physical affection to help

loves holding you and being the big spoon

and you love it too

it's soooo comforting

and it's never easy to not be constantly reminded that you're in the middle of a war, about to jump into france, etc, but with him, his firm arms around you, it's a little easier to forget

[chuck grant]

chuck strikes me as very confident, kind of like tab

he just wants to appreciate you!

and shower you with love

he will never run out of ways and words to compliment you

he's been admiring you from afar for sooo long, now that your in his arms it feels incredibly surreal

his kisses are always firm and secure

and chuck really likes when you take the lead and take what you want from him

being away from you always stirs something extremely confident and desperate in him

really enjoys holding your hand

always having physical contact with you, that's a necessity

ooo... he loves having a hand on your thigh

especially if he can sneak it under the table during dinner or a meeting

just his hand sliding up and down, gripping and then releasing, and then looking at his innocent yet knowing smile...

that definitely leads to some intense kisses, your hands running through his hair, hand cupping his jawline, you leading the show

he lovesss getting a reaction from you

[she-wolf09231982]

Chapter 8- Adapt and Overcome

Summary: After the German bomb run on Bastogne, the locals and American soldiers there that were left, helped piece back together what they could of the town. Medical personnel that had survived still tended to the wounded however they could with whatever supplies they had left. Easy Company remains in the Ardennes Forest preparing for an inevitable assault on German forces in the town of Foy. However, morale is low due to cold weather, constant shelling, zero relief, and numerous casualties to include a few of your closest friends as Easy pushes forward into Haguenau.

A/N: Mature audience, Joe LiebgottxFem!Medic, post D-Day, She/Her Pronouns, Y/F/N, Y/L/N, Cursing/Swearing, Derogatory Slurs, Mentions of death, Confrontation, Military Terminology, Medical Terminology, 1940’s slang, Inappropriate Nicknames, Band of Brothers References, Mentions of Weaponry, Yiddish/German/Italian to English Translation, Descriptive Wounds/Injuries, Blood/Gore, PTSD, Smoking, Banter, Pining, Consensual Physical Contact/PDA, FOREVER FLUFF

German is identified with (g)

Yiddish is identified with (y)

Italian is identified with (i)

Made the best discovery writing this piece: "Liebling" means "darling" in German!! That absolutely made my day and now is my new favorite pet name/term of endearment from Liebgott.

Beginning 1x7 The Breaking Point then transitions into 1x8 The Last Patrol

*These stories may not fall entirely in accordance with the TV series timeline. I do not know the real soldiers the actors portray in this series, so please understand I show no disrespect. Some or most of historical events and character interactions in my fanfics are fabricated purely for the sake of the enjoyment of fiction*

~~~~~~~

January 5th, 1945

German artillery fired onto Easy Company from the town as Easy soldiers scattered to the nearest foxholes to take cover.

“INCOMING! TAKE COVER!” Lipton shouts to the men as he runs to the nearest foxhole.

Blasts coming from all directions causing trees to fall and dirt to fly made it difficult for the men to navigate safe passages to their holes. You had been separated from Joe before the attack started. You lay flat behind a pile of fallen trees for cover while you shield your face from the debris. You were too afraid to move, fearing you’d just get hit.

After what seemed like hours, the ambush came to a halt, and you suddenly heard a familiar call from the distance.

“MEDIC!”

You sprang from the ground and started running towards the cry for help then you ran into LT Buck Compton.

“Buck! Are you ok!?” you ask as you look him over frantically.

He had a distant look in his eyes.

“Sir? SIR??” you take him by the shoulders and shake him.

Buck finally looked at you, “...yeah.” he whispered.

“Did you see anyone else that was hurt? I heard someone call for a medic.”

His eyes began to gloss over. You tilted your head while you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Buck? Who needs help? Please, tell me!” you urge him.

He pointed to a path through the trees and uttered names that almost had you fainting at his feet.

“Bill...and Joe.” 

You wasted no time dashing through the tree line where he had pointed to. The path lined by the woods seemed never ending. All you heard was the drumming of your heartbeat in your ears while your feet became heavier and heavier impeding your ability to get to Joe as fast as possible. Images of his lifeless body flashed before your eyes, causing tears to stream down, stinging your cheeks from the cold air.

You finally reach the clearing, stopping to assess the carnage of blood in front of you. You see Doc Roe already kneeling over a soldier lying on his back whose face you couldn’t see from where you had been standing. To the left you see Guarnere leaning against a pine, his right leg hanging on only by tendons and ligaments.

Two men rushed in with a litter. 

“Bill, you go first.” 

“Whatever you say, Doc.” Bill replied. 

“Over here. Take this man.” Gene ordered pointing at Guarnere.

Guarnere was hoisted onto the stretcher, and carried off, not before a snappy exit comment,

“Hey, Joe, I told ya I'd beat ya back to the States.”

Tunnel vision sets in as the world starts to cave in on you. You fall to your knees as you attempt to pace your breathing so you won’t pass out.

Malarkey appeared from the path behind you.

“Y/F/N! Hey, you ok??” he asked concerned as he hooked you under the arm to help you up.

His voice was distant and muffled.

“I-I-” you stuttered, but words completely fail you when you see the right leg of the soldier that Doc was helping...more so the right leg that was completely missing. You gasp slapping your hand over your mouth in a desperate attempt to stop the scream of terror from escaping. You look at Malarkey with dread painted all over your face.

“It’s...Joe!?” you managed to say between panting as you start to hyperventilate.

Don looked over and understood what you were reacting to.

“Y/F/N, that’s Toye. Joe Toye.” he clarified slowly and deliberately so you could understand.

You stare back at him, progressively absorbing what he just said.

“Toye…” you echoed back.

Don nodded. You look back at Doc and Joe Toye, finally coming back down from your shock. 

As Malarkey pulled you up, Doc turned around noticing you were there.

“Hey, Y/F/N, come over here and hold this so I can wrap it up.”

You swiftly go to help Eugene, seeing Toye’s pale face as you get closer.

“Hang in there, Toye.” you say in your best reassuring tone.

~~~~~~~

That night, Corporal Penkala and Sgt. Skip Muck's foxhole took a direct hit, killing them instantly, a moment witnessed by George Luz. A dud shell also landed next to Luz and Lipton's foxhole, fortunately sparing their lives.

The eventful day the Germans provided had you and Eugene running around like crazy, following the cries of ‘medic’ in every direction. Both of you were running on steam, and you had yet to see Joe Liebgott at all since this attack began.

When the bombardment finally calmed down, it was too dark to venture out to find him. You decided the safest bet was to stay put. You would’ve heard by now if Joe had been transferred to the aid station. Or at least you hoped.

The following day, the move on the town of Foy commenced, thankfully with LT Speirs in command. As Easy company rushed the field towards the town, a sniper effectively picks off the men as they approach. The sniper is eventually taken down by a mortar and the men quickly enter Foy. With the village filled with attacking Germans, Speirs makes a suicidal run through the German front line to make contact with I Company. However, the most fascinating thing about what Speirs did wasn't that he successfully connected with I Company, but that he ran back the same way he'd gone unscathed.

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After taking the town of Rachamps a few weeks later, Easy takes a much-needed rest in the solace of a local convent. The Sisters have taken the liberty of bringing in their choir to sing for soldiers. Of the 145 men that entered Bastogne, only 63 remained. After you have tended to the wounds of the soldiers that were hurt during the assault, you wander amongst the men to find your Joe.

You find Lipton and Speirs conversating in one of the aisles.

“Hey, Y/L/N, good to see ya. You doin’ ok?” Lipton asks.

You nod, “Yes sir. You?” 

“I’m just fine.” he responded softly.

You look at LT Speirs, “Sir?”

“I’m fine, Corporal.” he stated.

“You haven't seen Liebgott by chance, have you?” You ask, trying not to sound too distressed.

Lipton looked over the crowd of scattered soldiers.

“Yeah, he’s right over there. By the altar.” 

You look where he had pointed and see Joe sitting on the floor against the stone wall by himself where dozens of lit candles stood on iron stands around him. You B line to him, picking up the pace to get to him as fast as you could. As you get within ear shot you call out to him.

“Joe!” you manage to gasp.

Joe quickly looked up upon hearing your voice. His face lit up when he saw you, hastily standing up to meet you halfway. When you reached him, he enveloped you, lifting you up from the ground as he pressed you against his body.

You bury your face into the crook of his neck as happy tears began to cascade from your bloodshot eyes. Joe’s chest heaving from joy was electrifying, leaving you a melting mess in his arms while he lowered to your feet.

“I thought they got you.” you whispered through your sobs.

Joe scoffed, “Those Krauts ain’t gettin’ me.” 

He pulled away to look at your face. He used his gloved thumb to wipe your tears.

“I’m right here, Gams.” 

You throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a desperate kiss. His arms snake around your waist, angling his head to intensify the lock he had on your lips. You unconsciously slack your jaw, allowing his tongue to slowly run along your lower lip. Although you both were lost in this magical moment, you suddenly became aware that you were ‘necking’ in a church and thought it best to behave before you both lost complete control.

You gently pull back as Joe’s disappointment clearly appeared across his face.

“We shouldn’t have done that here.” you admit.

Joe smiled at your properness. 

“If God didn’t want it to happen in His house, He wouldn’t have let it.” Joe justified.

You raise an eyebrow and smirk at him.

“It’s inappropriate.” you countered.

“So, you’re saying if it had been right outside the church, it would’ve been fine?” he countered. 

You giggle, “Perhaps.”

Joe laughed, “Well how about we find a place to rest, and we can just cuddle up?” he compromised.

“Yes.” you agree as he pulled you by the hand to where he was sitting.

The church had provided blankets to the men, which Joe had spread out on the floor picnic style. He sat against the wall, then offered his hand for you to hold as you lowered yourself down next to him. He folded his coat, placing it on his lap for you to lay your head on. You nuzzle into him, resting the side of your face onto the coat while he combed his finger softly through your mess of hair. 

Before you drift off to sleep, over the choir singing in the background, you hear a low gravelly whisper:

“Ikh hab dir lib (y)(I love you).”

~~~~~~~

February 9th, 1945

The plan had been to relieve Easy Company and head to Mourmelon. The following morning, orders changed after Hitler launched a counteroffensive in Alsace, and you were all to help hold the line in the town of Haguenau.

As Easy began loading up on trucks for Haguenau, PVT David Webster is dropped off by a depot Jeep,

"Thanks for the lift." Webster tells the driver.

As he greeted his battered comrades, he received no welcoming glance from any of them. The air of disdain grew thick as he passed each truck. He had been sent to an aid station long before Bastogne, and their collective resentment stemmed from his long stay in the hospital and his making no effort to return quickly and rejoin the company.

You're seated next to Joe in the bed of a deuce truck, huddled into him trying to keep warm as Webster walked up.

"Hey guys, some lieutenant told me to report to 2nd." he stated gesturing with his thumb over his shoulder behind him.

He looked at one of the soldiers across from you and Liebgott.

"You're name's Jackson, right?

"That's right." Jackson replied dryly.

"Who's leading the platoon?" Webster queried.

"Sgt Malarkey is." Jackson responded.

"What? No officers?" Webster questioned.

"I guess you didn't hear." Liebgott began, "They're making Malarkey lieutenant. He's on the fast track now."

"Really? That's great." Webster noted.

"Yeah, ain't it?" Joe replied sarcastically.

"Hey, Jackson, help me up, will ya?" Webster said trhowing his gear bag up onto the bed of the truck as he hoisted himself up.

Webster sat on the bench next to Jackson, then noticed you half passed out on Joe's shoulder. He observed the medic brassard on your left arm.

"New medic?" he asked, motioning with his head towards you.

Joe looked down at you, shifting your face onto his chest as he wrapped his left arm around you to hold you steady when the truck picked up speed.

"No. She's been here since the beginning." he stated, shooting a cold glance at Webster.

"So, you came from the hospital?" Jackson asked Webster.

"Yeah."

"Must've liked that hospital, cuz, uh, we left Holland four months ago." Joe sneered.

Webster felt the bitterness, “Well I wasn’t there the whole time. There was rehabilitation, then the replacement depot-“

“-Well I’m sure you tried to bust out and help us in Bastogne.” Joe interjected.

“Well, I don’t know how I would’ve done that.” Webster defended.

“That’s funny, because Popeye found a way. So did Alley, right? Back in Holland,” Joe illustrated to Babe who was sitting on your left, “And Guarnere--”

“Yeah, where is Guarnere? He still your platoon sergeant?” Webster asked obliviously.

“No. He got hit.” Jackson answered bitterly.

The trucks arrived at Haguenau then came to a hard stop. The men started to unload from the rear. Joe gently nudged you.

“Zeit zu gehen, Liebling (g)(Time to go, darling).” Joe whispered to you.

“She speaks German, too?” Webster probed.

You strain your eyes to look at him.

“Who’s this?” you ask Joe.

“Webster.” Joe answered plainly.

“Hm, don’t you look all bright eyed and bushy tailed.” You say through a yawn.

Joe scoffed, “Yeah, had a four month furrlow, now he’s ready for war.” Joe joked.

Joe jumped from the bed of the truck, then offered his hand to you to help you down which you accepted.

“Spread out. Hold along this line ‘til I figure out where we’re going.” Malarkey called out.

“Sarge? Sarge-“ Webster approached Malarkey.

An incoming shell soared over and hit a nearby building before Malarkey could respond. An unexpecting frightened Webster dove to the ground while LT Speirs spectated in the background like a child watching a fireworks display.

“What’s the matter there, Webster? A little nervous in the service?” Malarkey teased.

~~~~~~~

Later in one of the abandoned houses of the town, Captain Speirs and LT Lipton were setting the place up as Command Post. Lipton had been fighting off pneumonia since you left Rachamps and was looking rather rough. You and Eugene had been hounding him since to take it easy, but he has chosen to keep pushing through for the men.

“Sir, pneumonia has killed people with rest. You keep pushin’ yourself like this you’re gonna die.” You lecture him, “Luz, go grab the man a blanket, will ya?”

You call out to George as you guide him back down onto the couch.

“I’ll be alright, Y/L/N.” Lipton assurred.

“Sgt Lipton? Feeling all right?” Webster’s voice carried through the room.

You look up, slightly annoyed, “Look at him. He’s got pneumonia, does he look all right?” you hiss.

“Sorry to hear that.” Webster replied.

“What are you sorry about?” Luz said as he threw a wool blanket over Lipton, “He’s alive, he’s got a couch, a goddamn blanket. He’s snug as a bug.”

“Well, if the man would stay off his feet and keep warm...maybe eat something, he may actually recover.” You state firmly.

Lipton sighed, “I promise I will try harder to take it easy, Y/F/N.”

You hum is disbelief as you try to start a fire in the fireplace to heat some soup for him.

"You fuckin' Italians think you can solve everything with food." Luz said outloud.

You glare over your shoulder at him.

"Non vengo pagata abbastanza per essere tua madre (i)(I don't get paid enough to be your mother)." you mumble under your breath.

Luz's face twisted with confusion, "Huh?"

"Nothin'." you reply curtly.

“Have a seat Webster, I’ll help you get situated.” Lipton said pointing to the chair nearest to him.

Webster observed you by the fireplace.

“So, you Liebgott’s girl?” Webster inquired.

You start the fire and hang a tin cup with water and broth above it before you respond.

“What if I am?”

He stared back in shock.

“Just wonderin’.”

“You got a lot to say, don’tchya? A little advice, David Webster, quit asking these guys so many questions about who went where. Don’t make them relive all their losses so soon. Got it?” you say with spitfire behind your voice.

Webster’s jaw fell open while his eyes widened.

“Um, yeah. Got it.” He uttered.

You give him one last look over and leave the room.

Upon your return, a replacement officer arrived while Captain Speirs moved about the room shuffling through some papers he had snatched from Lipton’s hands.

“Listen, for chrissake, will ya go back in the back and sack out? There’s beds back there with fresh sheets.” Speirs ordered Lipton before he could say anything.

“THANK YOU, SIR.” You project across the room to the Captain, “I guess it takes a direct order from the CO to get you to do what me and Doc been askin' you to do for days.” You assert with exasperation.

Lipton shot you a frustrated expression, “I will, sir, I was just tryin’ to make myself useful, sir.”

~~~~~~~

Another abandoned building was designated as barracks for the companies occupying the town. Floors that were able to bare weight, had bunks lining the walls in each room. You had a single bed to yourself that was conveniently arranged where the headboard of your bed met Liebgott’s bottom bunk. You lay on Joe’s bed briefly to rest your eyes.

The new officer, LT Jones, entered the room to let Malarkey know that at 0100, a mission was to commence across the river to obtain POW’s for interrogation. After Jones took Malarkey aside to go over a few details, Liebgott took Webster to the bunks to get the information out of him.

“Hey, Web. Come here, I wanna talk to you for a second.”

“Why??” Webster asked alarmed.

“You want some coffee?”

“No.” Webster replied quickly, paranoid by Joe’s sudden act of kindness.

Joe looked at Jackson, “Fifteen.”

“Fifteen what?” Jackson asked.

“Looeys since D-Day,” Joe replied, “This kid out of high school yet?”

Joe asked looking at LT Jones talking to Malarkey by the window.

“West Point.” Webster replied.

“Isn’t that where Ike went?” Jackson asked.

“He actually graduated with his son.” Webster clarified.

“Shit. So, uh, what do you know about this patrol thing?” Joe interrogated Webster.

You sat up from Joe’s bunk.

“Patrol?” you asked, somewhat panicked.

“Uh, nothing.” Webster lied.

“Oh, come on, I know you know something.” Ramirez pushed.

“I don’t!” Webster insisted.

Joe spit at the floor, “Bullshit. You were there, right? At the CP. This is a prisoner snatch, right? Come on, Webster. Spill it.” Joe pressured.

You shifted onto the side of the mattress to hear better.

“Capt Speirs is to pick fifteen men. LT Jones wants to be one of them.”

“I say let the kid go. He could use the experience.” Joe said with a cynical smile.

“Probably could find fourteen replacements to help him out.” Ramirez added.

“Who’s going?” You chime in, asking Webster, “I assume they need a translator and a medic.”

“I don’t know who.” he replied.

You roll your eyes at him.

“Why are you holding out on me? I know you know-” Joe accused Webster, “Who?”

Webster hesitated, “Well, if I tell you, you can’t let anyone know I let you know.”

“Your secret’s safe with me, Web. Who is it?” Joe urged.

Webster paused, “Heffron-“

“Oh, shit.” Babe huffed.

“-McClung, and Ramirez.” He ended.

“He want any other guys from any other platoon?” Joe asked.

“No. I don’t know. Not that I know of. That’s all I know, I’m sorry.”

~~~~~~~

“2nd Platoon, on me!” Malarkey called right outside the shower tents that were set up for the soldiers to finally have a proper hot shower.

The men form up around him.

“All right, I’m leading this patrol. CO wants Grant, Liebgott, Wynn, Jackson, Shifty from 3rd platoon, and Webster.” He relayed.

“They don’t want anyone from first?” Cobb asked.

“No.”

“Is there anyone they don’t want from 2nd Platoon? Jesus Christ-” Joe expressed sarcastically rolling his eyes, “It’s always 2nd Platoon. I swear to God, if we were down to three guys, they’d still want us for it.”

Joe trudged off towards the showers.

You run after Malarkey, “Malark, they didn’t say anything about bringing a medic?”

“Those were the only names they gave me, Y/L/N.” he replied wryly.

“Maybe you can suggest I come with-“

“Y/F/N, those are the names. I’m sure there’s a reason they’re not sending you or Doc.” he barked.

You coward back slightly, trying not to push the subject any further.

He softened his demeanor realizing he was overreacting some, “I know you wanna be there, but we can’t afford to lose more people, let alone medics. Especially good ones. Get it?” he explained as warmly as he could muster.

“Ya, sarge, I understand.” You reply with a weak smile.

He gave you an encouraging nod and walked to the shower tent. You realized you were about to be surround by dozens of naked men and should probably head back to the bunks before you see too much.

~~~~~~~

Back at CP, Luz was unpacking what looked to be dozens of chocolate bars and candies sent from the Post Exchange from Stateside. His Easy Company brothers progressively encircling him like vultures trying to convince him to share as he counted them to record for inventory.

“Goddamn it, Johnny, you’re breaking my heart, I’m telling ya!” Luz started.

“Come on, George, just give me, I don’t know, 10, 15 bars.” Martin begged.

Luz slammed down a small pack of gum on the surface of the table, “Here, Juicy Fruit! Happy?”

Another soldier walked in behind Cobb and Martin, “Just got report of movement. 1st Sergeant Lipton wants you to lay a few bazooka rounds into a house across the river.”

“You’d think we’d get just one Hershey bar-“ Martin complained disregarding the soldier’s report.

“Come on, Luz, you’re 1st platoon at heart.” Cobb pushed.

“Jesus, Cobb, there’s not enough-“ Luz explained.

Liebgott entered the room with you right behind him. Webster and LT Jones entered not too long after you.

“Whoa, Hershey bars!!” Joe exclaimed.

“Where!?” you ask trying to look over Joe’s shoulder on your tiptoes.

Luz rolled his eyes, “Jesus Christ!”

“Wait your turn Liebgott, Y/L/N.” Cobb commanded.

“Yeah, yeah, who they for?” Liebgott dismissed.

“Not you! Not even for Y/F/N!” Luz established sternly.

You furrow your eyebrows at him, “I am offended, George! Have I not taken care of you when you needed it?”

“Yeah, and so has Doc but I don’t see him in here asking for handouts.” He replied.

“Oh, come on, George, one bar for me and Y/F/N, we’ll share one.” Joe pushed.

“No! There’s not enough to go around!” Luz claimed.

“Hey, big mouth, give the kid a Hershey bar.” A familiar voice projected across the room.

Everyone looked up and saw Frank Perconte back from the aid station after receiving a bullet by the Germans in his left buttocks.

The guys laughed collectively.

“You gotta be shittin’ me!” Luz said with a wide smile.

“Look who it is!” Joe added.

“What’s up guys? I like what you did with the place, George.” Perconte jested.

“Yeah, yeah, I did good. How you feelin’?”

“As long as you keep your hands off my ass, I’ll be fine.”

Luz chuckled, “Here have a Hershey.”

He tossed a candy bar across the room to Frank.

“He gets a fuckin’ Hershey bar?” Joe protested.

“Well, he got shot in the ass!” Luz retorted.

Martin walked over to Perconte, “Did I tell you to stick your big ass out in the wind?”

“No! But I expect a little sympathy from you, right?” Frank repsonded.

“Yeah, should I rub it for ya?” Martin teased trying to spank his left butt cheek.

Perconte quickly shuffled to the side, “Get the fuck outta here!”

“Can you believe this guy? I try to get him out of the fuckin’ war, he comes straight back!” Martin stated.

“Yeah, well, that’s not what I heard. I heard the Krauts are finished.” Frank said.

“Yeah, well, just to make sure, we gotta row across the fucking river tonight, grab a few, and ask them in person.” Joe explained.

Frank’s disappointment surfaced across his face.

“Ya kidding me?”

Joe shook his head, “Wish I was. Welcome back, Frank.”

~~~~~~~

At 1700 back at CP later that day, a briefing was to be held by Capt Winters about the upcoming patrol for that night. The soldiers listed on the roster to go sat around a long dining room oak table with LT Jones standing awkwardly off to the side.

With Capt Speirs’ and Lipton’s permission, you also attended the briefing, standing across the room where you had a clear view of Joe sitting at the head of the table. You could see the guys secretly whispering their opinions to eachother about LT Jones leading the mission instead of Malarkey.

“No way. Not on his first day.” Grant stated.

Joe rubbed his bottom lip thoughtfully, “Well, do you see any other officer here?”

Webster, standing behind Joe’s chair, crossed his arms, then looked at Lt Jones sympatheticlly, knowing the frustrations of being doubted for being “the new guy.” Another handful of Easy soldiers entered the room.

“Who’s in charge of this bullshit?” one of them asked. He looked over his shoulder at LT Jones. “No he ain’t.” he determined outwardly.

“Well, if he ain’t, it’s you, Chuck. Or Shifty, or Mo.” Babe asserted.

“Well, that would be better.” Joe appended.

You feel your stomach twist into knots at his words. And as if he felt your anxiousness, he shifted his attention to you, meeting your gaze across the room. He gave you his signature infectious Liebgott grin, and you couldn't help but smile back.

“Ten-hut!” Jones called out to bring the room to attention as Captain Winters walked into the room.

“At ease.” Winters instructed the men.

Winters explained that they were to cross the river in four rubber boats with LT Jones, the ranking officer will go along as an observer. Sergeant Martin was to lead the patrol in Malarkey’s place. He assured the guys that the battalion will be covering their withdrawal with the POW’s, and were to utilize the whistles provided to signal to them to blast the outpost after they’ve safely returned to the boats.

“Remember, it’s about prisoners,” Winters reiterated firmly, “-Don’t pop the first thing that moves.”

Winters flashed a brief glance at Liebgott before continuing.

“Clear?”

The men mutually responded, “Yes, sir.”

“Good. Picked your assault team?” he asked Martin.

“McClung, Liebgott, Sisk, Cobb, Garcia, and Webster, as translator. The rest of you guys, a base of fire with Sergeant Grant. You speak German, right, Webster?”  Martin bellowed at Webster across the table.

“Yeah, a little bit.” Webster replied meekly.

Not before wishing his men good luck, Winters made his exit.

“A little German?” Joe began, “-his German’s as good as mine. And Y/F/N’s.”

Joe motioned with his head towards you. You look at the floor somewhat flattered, but also frustrated that two soldiers who speak German would be going on this mission when they really only needed one. This thought had you pushing down angry tears.

Coincidently, Webster had the same thoughts.

As you file outside with the guys out of CP, you immediately head back to the barracks so Joe wouldn't see you upset before he left. Webster approached Capt Winters, Capt Speirs, Martin, and LT Jones.

“Sir?”

“Yes?” Winters acknowledged.

“Liebgott and I, we both speak German. You said fifteen men, there’s sixteen of us, including two translators.” Webster elluded.

“Well, fine,” Speirs began, “Hey, Liebgott. You wanna sit this one out?”

Joe’s obvious elation displayed on his face, “Yes, sir,” he looked at Web, “Thanks, buddy!”

~~~~~~~

I’m dedicating this chapter to my lovelies @wordsaresimple-imnot @mrs-greenside @skiesofrosie @yourspeirs for sharing and fueling my everlasting enthusiasm of BoB

❤️🪖♠️🦅

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Had to reblog

So many to choose from! 🥰❤️🪖♠️🦅

Masterlist

Oneshots

Ron Speirs

Pull That Trigger

Ares and Athena

Learn to be Lonely

People-Watching vs People Watching

Alone, Together

Anywhere You Go (Let Me Go Too)

From Scratch

If You Strip Away the Myth From the Man

Everyone, Everywhere, Everything

Evaded By Hypnos

Joseph Liebgott

The Freudian Slip (Part One) (Part Two)

Touch Me, Love Me, Can't Get Enough

Miracle of Miracles

'Til Dawn

2am

Hardheaded At Best

Joe Toye

When You Talk To An Officer

In That Head

I'll Be Right Here Waiting/Put It Back Together

Seven

In Sickness and In Health

Bill Guarnere

Always Best to Believe in One's Self

Hoping That There's Something Coming (It's Not the Same)

You Need a Little Candor, Need a Little Candor

Might Find Love

Babe Heffron

Call A Medic (But Not For Me)

I Don't Want You to Hide Your Issues (Blow Them into Your Tissues)

Inhale, Exhale

Eugene Roe

A World Without Color is a World Without You (Part One) (Part Two)

Avec Les Étoiles Dans Les Yeux

Staring At the Ceiling With You

Where There is Injury

Shifty Powers

You Tied a Tether Here to Keep Me Close

Don't You Feel My Heart Go?

She Used to Be Mine

Wildflower

David Webster

Friends That I Barely Know

Return to Sender (Part 2)

It Will Have Been Worth It

Lewis Nixon

I Can Read You Like a Magazine

Hold Me Close While I Think This Through

Coming Clean

Carwood Lipton

White Christmas

You Matter Too (I Promise You Do)

Skip Muck

I See Forever in Your Eyes

Dick Winters

Guardian Angel

Lucky Stars

Blushing All the Way Home

Skinny Sisk

Return to Sender (Part 2)

You've Got a Side You Can't Explain

George Luz

I Can't Stop Feelin', I Want Her Love

Cold Turkey

The Rest of the World Falls Away

Floyd Talbert

Passed Me a Note Saying, "Meet Me Tonight"

Johnny Martin

The Depths of Despair

Headcanons

Pining Headcanons

Bull Randleman and Chuck Grant

Joseph Liebgott and Dick Winters

George Luz and Don Malarky

Carwood Lipton and Joe Toye

Eugene Roe

Bill Guarnere

Joe Toye

Relationship Headcanons

Dating Shifty Powers

Dating George Luz

Dating Eugene Roe

Dating Lewis Nixon

Dating Joseph Liebgott

Dating Chuck Grant

Dating Dick Winters (as an OSS agent)

First date with Skinny Sisk

Misc. Headcanons

fem!reader overworking herself for Easy

taking care of Malarky

Easy Company reacts to praise

How they react to you being in a shootout

Helping a S/O who is touch starved

Christmas with Easy Company

How they react to false news of your death

Luz falling for a lady lieutenant

Asking their crush to be their Valentine

Asking their crush to be their Valentine (part 2)

How Liebgott would ask out his crush

How Easy Co. would help a S/O with insomnia

Doc Roe dating an extrovert

Nurse!reader who has a boyfriend back home

Falling for a childhood friend (Eugene Roe and Joe Liebgott)

How they would react to reader saying they don't like smokers

How they take care of you when you're sick

Luz asking out his crush

Comforting them after a bad week

How they react to you being wounded in combat

How the officer squad reacts to your awards

First date with Winters

When they get jealous

Dick with an upbeat nurse

Double reaction - end of war

Original Character Fics

Like A Girl (Like A Man)

For Whatever We Lose

[bellewintersroe]

Ron Speirs x ArmyNurse! OC.

Margaret ‘Maggie’ Emerson, an army nurse attached to the 506th parachute infantry regiment, finds herself growing closer to her company’s captain, Ronald Speirs. With war drawing to an end, a side to the mystery that is Captain Speirs is revealed. Both Maggie and Ron have a difficult time resisting their attraction to one another.

Part 2 to this mini series ~ here’s the LINK to part 1. This chapters boring, I warn, but I’m gonna make it more exciting as it goes along.

1 week later, Austria, Zell am See.

“Captain Speirs, sir! What happened, why did nobody call me?!” Maggie was breathless by the time she caught up to Speirs. Her chest was heaving and falling rapidly and from the way she held her hand on her forehead he could tell she was stressed.

His breath hitched at the sight of her there, in the middle of the Austrian town, seemingly alone. She’d caught him after he’d just encountered the drunken replacement who’d shot Grant. “Why’re you out here, alone?”

“What happened to Chuck, is he dead?” Her voice trembled as Ron exhaled, she was evidently panicked, shaken from the news she’d heard. “He’s okay.” His words caused a sense of relief to rush through her. “Oh, thank god.” She’d been working in the other infirmary at the opposite side of town, helping out minor injuries and ailments in the local village. “There was no time to get to you. We found a Kraut surgeon, he says Chuck’s gonna make it.”

“Jesus.” A hand fell onto her chest, feeling as though she could finally breathe again. “And-and the guy who did that?”

“He’s inside.” Ron felt his blood running cold. “Is he- have you-” instinctively, he knew where this was going, have you shot him, Ron? Did you execute him? He could only imagine what she was thinking.

“No.” Ron swallowed. “He’s still alive if that’s what you’re wondering.” A slight guilt ran through Maggie as her gaze averted around the area, a sense of awkwardness following. Her presumptions maybe had come on a little too strong- not that she meant any harm. Ron wasn’t offended, he just didn’t want her to think that way about him. The men, fine, he didn’t care. But not her.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone.”

“I know, I heard what he did.” She muttered, jaw tightening. Nora fed back to her that the attacker had been found trying to force himself upon a local Austrian girl. Truly terrifying.

“I’ll walk you home, Maggie.”

“Don’t you have things to… sort out in there?” Her voice cracked. “No. Not anymore.” Maggie stepped closer and they both began walking silently. “Smoke?” He offered. “No thank you. Makes my hair smell and throat dry.” For the first time he felt his lips tug up at her response, shrugging and lighting his own.

“Captain Speirs.” She muttered, turning up to him, lips pouted around the end of the bud as he held the lighter up to the other end.

“Mmmmh.” He casually responded and she swallowed nervously. “I didn’t think you- y’know…” she fidgeted as Ron’s eyes fixated on her, awaiting her response.

“I didn’t think you killed him, I don’t want you to think I think like that.” She nervously spoke. Ron didn’t know whether to play it off as cool or thank her, since when did it really matter what other people thought of him? Ron very quickly learnt that his soft spot was a little more than he anticipated and he found himself attracted to her.

He inhaled his cigarette, making eye contact with her again, lips forming a gentle smile. “I don’t mind people thinking of me like that.”

“I know but- I don’t.” She clarified and Ron felt blissful to hear the words again. “Unless you want me to.” She lightheartedly commented. Ron shrugged casually, semi-smirking to himself. “You don’t need to be scared of me.”

“I’m not.”

“Good.”

“I used to be.”

“Used to be?” His brow perked. “Yeah.” She shyly nodded. “Why aren’t you anymore?” For a moment everything felt so casual, Ron was continuing the conversation like he was bantering with an old friend, it just felt so normal. Both of them felt it until she glimpsed at him in his uniform again.

“Well-” she began, searching for the correct answer. “We actually spoke to each other and I realised you weren’t that bad.” Ron enjoyed the way she felt like she could joke with him, the two shared a genuine smile as they ventured further down the street to get back to the square where they both stayed.

“Weren’t that bad, huh?” He smirked again, cigarette dangling between his lips. “Mmmh.” She shrugged, grinning to herself.

“That doesn’t sound… promising.” They offered one another yet another smile. “You’re just… not as intimidating as I thought you were.” The two of them stepped onto the cobbles of the square, heading through slowly. Ron mentally prayed that the walk would somehow be longer, Maggie unconsciously slowed her pace, gazing up to the apartment. She could see one of the girls heads bobbing down from the window rather inconspicuously. Nice try Nora, Maggie thought.

“Anyway, I have training tomorrow- you’d probably already know that.” She rolled her eyes at her own comment. “I should go to bed.” Her shoulder shrugged again, twisting on the heel of her foot. “Alright, take care.” He commented, lip perking up into a painfully handsome half smile.

“Thank you for walking me back- again.” She quickly added on, body slowly turning, but her eyes still fixated to him. “That’s alright.”

“Oh, and Chuck’s definitely okay, right?”

“Kraut surgeon says so.” Ron nodded, tapping the ash from his cigarette onto the ground below. “Okay. G’night, sir.”

“Night, Maggie.”

When the door shut again behind her she was grinning to herself, overwhelmed from the drastic turn in emotions. Little did she expect to enter her apartment and see Nora stood there with both Skinny and Alton sat at the table. “And where’ve you been young lady?” Alton teased, Maggie’s eyes rolled playfully as she locked the door behind her.

“Weren’t you just down at CP like 10 minutes ago?”

“We were. We walked the fast way around, you were a little too… distracted to notice.” Alton responded as Skinny snickered. “Oh shut up, you peeping toms.” Maggie swatted at Skinny’s arm as Nora stood sheepishly near the window.

“So you’re the reason he’s softened.” She shrugged as Maggie’s brows furrowed. “What?”

“Well he didn’t shoot that guy in there, he could’ve.” Skinny muttered as she turned her back, heading towards the kitchen counter to grab herself an empty glass. “That would be a war crime.” Maggie insisted.

“You think Speirs cares about war crimes? The whole SS is a war crime.” Skinny responded as she filled the glass up with water, feeling an odd sense of defensiveness fill her. “I think he’d know not to do anything stupid at this stage.” Maggie smartly spoke, turning around and carrying her glass back to her bedroom, but not before flicking Skinny’s ear playfully.

“Ow! Didn’t realise he was your boyfriend.”

“Actually he’s just gentleman enough to walk me back.” I teased, digging in my pocket for the chocolate bar I promise I’d steal for Nora. “Here Nora.” She tossed the girl it over who stood smirking in amusement. “Never thought I’d see Speirs and you together.” Alton commented.

“We’re not.”

“You will be.”

“You’re a child.”

“Alton, leave her alone! Besides, Captain Speirs is a total dreamboat when you forget how scary he is.”

“I suppose some girls are into that, huh?” Alton teased again as I groaned, heading straight for my bed. Knowing how loud-mouthed the two of those boys were, especially after a drink, I expected to hear rumours circulating by the morning.

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Easy Company as Pokemon Trainers Part 1

I got this idea and it's been in my head rent-free for the past couple of days, so enjoy these collages inspired by Easy Company as Pokemon Trainers! I will be posting more, but these are my top three favorite collages so far:

Bill Guarnere - Fire Type Trainer

Companion Pokemon - Arcanine

Popeye Wynn - Grass Type Trainer

Companion Pokemon - Torterra

George Luz - Electric Type Trainer

Companion Pokemon - Pawmot

Other Collages in the Works - Buck Compton (Rock), Chuck Grant (Steel), Smokey Gordon (Steel), Babe Heffron (Ice), Joe Liebgott (Fighting), Carwood Lipton (Normal), Don Malarkey (Grass), Johnny Martin (Ground), Skip Muck (Water), Lewis Nixon (Psychic), Alex Penkala (Bug), Frank Perconte (Rock), Shifty Powers (Fairy), Bull Randalman (Ground), Eugene Roe (Poison), Ron Speirs (Ghost), Floyd Talbert (Dragon), Joe Toye (Dark), David Kenyon Webster (Psychic), Harry Welsh (Ice), Dick Winters (Flying)

Other Ideas I wanna work on - Pokemon League Easy Company, Easy Company with non-battling jobs (ex: Nurse Joy Roe (credit to @panzershrike-pretz for the idea!!))

If y'all have any other ideas for Easy Company x Pokemon please share!! Thank you for coming to my TedTalk 💖

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

Just Come Home - Ronald Speirs x OFC - Chapter 12

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11

Warnings: Death

Tags: @50svibes @cagzzz107 @yentroucnagol @mads-weasley @mrsalwayswrite

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: It's time for this story to come to an end! I can't thank everyone enough for reading and supporting this fic - it's been a labour of love and I'm so grateful for all of you <3

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They were married in July of 1946. Ron returned from Europe a month earlier after Valerie had spent two weeks straight writing him the same letter every day.

Dear Ron

Come home now or I'm getting a pre-emptive divorce.

Love, Valerie

He informed her when he arrived home that he had already set sail across the Atlantic when her letter-writing campaign began, so he never actually received any of them, and had to write back to base and apologise for the inevitable confusion to anyone who actually read them.

An hour before the wedding began, Ron slipped into Valerie's dressing room, and once he'd calmed her down - for she insisted he wasn't to see her before the ceremony - he actually got a good look at her in her dress and immediately burst into tears.

"Oh, Christ," She laughed, pulling him into a hug as he wept. "Don't get tear stains on my dress, honey."

"You look beautiful," He sniffed loudly, stepping back to get another look at her. "Don't tell the Company boys I cried."

Val's brow quirked. "I'm gonna tell 'em."

"Yeah, I know."

She wore her mother's old wedding dress, which they had spent hours at a seamstress trying to make more fashionable - taking it in at the waist, fixing the shoulders, shortening the hem. Her parents had also cried when they saw her, and despite her intense joy upon the day, Valerie remained the only dry-eyed one out of the four of them. It wasn't a large ceremony - largely populated by the men of Easy Company who lived close enough to make it, and a few of Valerie's high school friends she'd reconnected with whilst Ron was away. Her only bridesmaid was her mother, who took her hand as she and her father reached the end of the aisle, and discreetly slipped her a tissue to give to Ron, who continued to fight tears throughout the ceremony.

-

The week after the wedding they caught a plane to California and rented a house by the beach just outside San Francisco. For a family so rich, the holiday made a point of being un-extravagant. Valerie cooked dinner, Ron did the dishes, and she revelled in all of the menial tasks she's grown so fond of back in Europe. Her parents still preferred she utilise the house staff, although she was figuring out ways of getting around it, and Ron had promised to let her do her own chores despite being certain she'd tire of them soon, just like everybody else did.

Nevertheless, two weeks into their three-week getaway, Val showed no signs of slowing down as she stood out on the back patio in her swimsuit, sunglasses shielding her eyes from the blazing sun as she pinned up some freshly washed sheets to dry. Ron stood in the doorway, arms folded across his chest as he watched on with a smile.

"What are you doing over there?" She called over her shoulder.

He grinned, lifting a hand to shield himself from the sun. "Can't I just appreciate my wife in her swimsuit?"

"Oh, stop," Val laughed, limply tossing a clothes peg in his direction. "If you come over and help you can see it up close." She teased.

"Yes ma'am."

They had dinner with the Grant family every Wednesday they were there. He played off his injuries as if they were nothing, but Valerie could tell his mother didn't like it from the way she'd try to reach out to him whenever he moved too quickly or stumbled slightly. There was a scar across the side of his head - although hair was starting to grow over it and make it less noticeable - and occasionally he would falter over his words when speaking, making his youngest sister frown, her resemblance to him startling Val when they first met.

"'M not surprised you two got hitched. If anything, I'm surprised you didn't do it sooner," Chuck told her after dinner, sitting back on the couch with a beer in the hand of his good arm. She could hear the low murmur of Ron's voice from the next room as he stepped in to help Mrs Grant tidy things away.

"You are happy, aren't you?" Valerie asked, twiddling with her fingers as she sat beside him.

"Me? Yeah, I'm happy. These last few months since I've gotten out of hospital for good have been nice. It's just good to sleep in your old bed again, yunno?"

"Yeah, I get it."

"Plus," He began to smirk, gesturing at her with the rim of his bottle. "Women these days love battle scars, and I've got the nastiest one for ten blocks."

Valerie laughed, taking a sip of her own beer. "So you've got a girlfriend?"

Grant chuckled, talking around the bottle as he put it to his lips. "I didn't say that. I'm lookin' after my sisters - when they've settled, maybe."

He had two sisters, both with the same bright eyes and strong features that she'd become so accustomed to seeing in him. They were nice girls, and Valerie was very fond of them despite having only met them a couple of times. The eldest of the two, Audrey, loved books almost as much as she did, and the younger - Diana - had her brother's uncanny ability to make her laugh.

"They're good kids," Val smiled. "You've done a good job."

"Thanks," The corner of his mouth tilted upwards. "So, what're you gonna do now?"

She shrugged, tipping the bottle up to her lips. "Oh, I dunno."

He grinned. "It's nice not knowing, isn't it? We've got the whole rest of our lives left to do whatever the hell we want."

"Yeah," Val nodded, mirroring his expression. "It's pretty good."

-

1955

Afternoon sun streaked through the patio windows in long yellow beams, shining off the blue roof. A little wooden dinghy bobbed up and down at the end of the jetty, rippling in the waters of Lake Michigan. Ron was out on the sands below, his voice muffled by the constant sloshing of waves, a little girl firmly attached to his leg - her chubby arms wrapped around his thigh, her little feet perched on the top of his shoe as she was rocked side to side as he walked, her shrill laugh the only sound that could be heard from up on the patio as the wind blew her hair into her eyes.

Valerie perched in one of the deckchairs by the house, the infant in her lap fiddling with the pleats of her skirt and babbling away to himself as she gently bounced him on her knee. She looked down upon feeling something hit her foot, and noticed a single grape rolling across the patio before being picked up and carried off by a bird. "Uh oh," The child murmured, saying one of the only phrases he knew how to before shoving his whole hand in his mouth.

"George," She gently chided, tugging his fingers out from between his gums before handing him another grape, which the boy ate eagerly. She could hear her daughter squealing down on the shore, the satin ribbon in her hair reflecting the sun as Ron hauled her up into his arms, laughing as her little hands squished at his cheeks.

Val liked to sit here out on the patio after the children went to bed, watching as the line between the shore and the sand blurred as it got darker and the sun disappeared into the water, the lake stretching out far beyond the visible horizon.

When she had been eighteen, falling in love for the first time in a brand new country, she'd sometimes caught herself imagining a future like this - kissing her babies goodnight, tucking them in, settling down to rest beside her husband, watching the sun go down every night surrounded by people she loved. When Leo had died, the dream had died with him. Ideas for a future she never had time to realise, bleeding out in the middle of the street as his last breath left his body. In all those years she'd spent in between, she hadn't let herself consider a future where she was happy, where she was safe and calm and warm and loved. Entertaining the idea had felt like torture, as if she were toying with herself, dangling a future in front of her eyes that could never be hers.

But now it was. Every now and then she would look around and become suddenly aware that she had the future she'd wished for herself as a girl, and even the most mundane things would seem an achievement. Val would never know what her future with Leo would've looked like. She would never know if they would've settled down in Paris or somewhere in the French countryside - how many children they may have had, what they might have looked like, what she might have called them. But she didn't think about it anymore. To think of marrying a man who wasn't Ron, to think of having children that weren't the ones she had right in front of her - it felt like a betrayal. It wasn't the life she wanted.

George began to gurgle dissatisfiedly, reaching out with his fat little fingers towards where the others played on the beach, squirming in Valerie's lap until she picked him up, holding him against her waist with one arm as they headed down the slope towards the shore. He began to babble cheerily as they caught up to Ron, who turned with a smile.

"Well, hello sir," Ron greeted as the child reached up to grab onto the collar of his shirt. Val grinned as George tried to squeeze his way out of her grip. Ron put down their daughter, prying the infant out of her arms as Lizzie buried her face in her mother's skirts.

She held onto Valerie's hand as they wandered down to the edge of the water, and Val took off her shoes, the cold waves washing over her feet as she sat down in the sand, chuckling as the little girl tried to jump over the water as is rolled in and out along the shore.

"Mama?" She chirped.

"Yeah, honey?" Val said, reaching up to tuck some hair behind Lizzie's ear. Her hair was just as dark as her father's, and at 4 she had already developed his discerning frown.

"Why can't we go with papa when he goes away?"

She took a deep breath, letting out a sigh. "When you get a little bigger, I promise I'll explain it all to you. But... it's better for me to stay home, and you know I couldn't stay here without you because you're my favourite person in the world."

Lizzie stood between Val's legs, her pudgy hands propped up on her mother's knees. "And Georgie?"

"Of course, Georgie," She grinned, tickling the little girl's tummy until she giggled. "You and Georgie and Papa. I love you all very much."

"And Grandma?"

"Yes, of course."

"I like grandma," Lizzie mused. "She gives me candy."

Valerie chuckled, folding her wet feet under her thighs and pulling the little girl into her lap, the hem of her skirt going damp and brown in the sand. She rested her cheek against Lizzie's hair, breathing slowly in and out as she took it all in. She couldn't imagine it getting better than this.

-

And so life just... continued. There was no climactic end to Valerie's story, in just the same way as there isn't for anyone else. Life goes on until it doesn't. They visited California when Chuck's sisters got married. When Lipton had his first son, she cradled a crying George in the back pew of the church at the Christening. Valerie's mother moved in after her father died, and lived with them on Lake Michigan until she too passed away five years later. In 1964, Ron retired from the armed forces, and in 1969 Lizzie was accepted into Harvard.

It wasn't until 1971 that Valerie returned to Europe. They went to Berchtesgaden, and stayed in a hotel just down the road from the house she and Ron had stayed in at the end of the war. By then it had been so long that she was nought but a tourist - just another visitor passing through, with nothing left to tether her to everything that had happened there so many years before. Her past only existed in memory, in passing glances at the paintings on the walls and the books on the shelves back at home, the ones she had taken from the house Grant had taken her to the afternoon before he was shot.

As each year passed on, Valerie looked back on her life and realised she was no longer the same person she had been back then. The time after Leo died had once felt like the ultimate shift, the years that would break and change her forever. But in the end, she never stopped changing. In the end, no matter how settled down she felt, the world was always changing around her, and life was always moving forward, dragging her along with it like the tide on the edge of the lake, pulling her from one place to the next like those bumpy army jeeps with their uncomfortable seats and noisy engines.

She had been a student, a lover, a survivor, a wife, a mother, a grandmother, and eventually, she was a widow. But no matter how much she changed, and how much the world continued to change around her, some days she would wake up and it would be as if nothing had changed at all. She'd see herself out on the beach with a baby in her arms, on the garden terrace the night of her mother's party, on Ron's balcony from his room in Germany, the house just outside of Haguenau where she'd first laid eyes on him.

And sometimes she would wake up and find herself back in the middle of that road in Paris, Leo's blood staining the cobblestones. Except she didn't panic anymore. Because that part of her life would always hurt, but it didn't haunt her now.

And when Valerie took her last breath - in the armchair by the window one golden, sunny evening - she could imagine herself kissing Leo's cold forehead and saying goodbye the way she'd always wanted. Her daughter would weep when she found her the next morning, but for now, there was nothing to be sad about.

Because now she was going with Ron, the way she always said she would.

[she-wolf09231982]

Made my night! Tell me this isn’t 💯 accurate ❤️ this was my request when my car was broken into awhile ago, so enjoy at my expense by all means ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

So today I got to my car only to discover that it’s been broken into and ransacked by some jerk probably looking for something valuable (which there was nothing of the sort) So since my Valentine’s Day was so awful, I decided to request you do an Easy Company reaction to their SO finding out their car was broken into. If you’re taking requests that is. If not, maybe I’ll tackle it and post it lol thank you for everything you post that makes everyone smile 💚💚💚

Easy co. reacting to their s/o’s car being broken into

A/n: Of course! I’m sorry this took so long to get to! I hope you enjoy

Warnings: Cursing, violence (mentions of knifes and pepper spray)

Description: Some of the Easy co. men reacting to their s/o’s car being broken into

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Dick Winters: He’s completely worried for your safety when you tell him what happened. He would be asking you a million questions about the whole thing, if you lost something valuable he's definitely calling the cops and making SURE you get your things back. He makes it a goal that whoever messed with your things, gets caught. Dick would also be very wary of you going out by yourself or driving alone without him after the incident.

Lewis Nixon: He’s pissed at first. Who the fuck is out here messing with his s/o’s shit? I feel like he’d be extra about it and call some fancy lawyer or PI to figure it out and see who broke into your car. From then on he would make sure to keep a very close eye on you, because he’s so paranoid it’ll happen again. He’d make sure to install some sort of security tool for your car so it doesn’t happen. “Call me immediately if someone does something like this again.”

Carwood Lipton: When you tell Lip, he doesn’t freak out but he’s definitely worried. He would ask you over and over again if you were okay. “I swear y/n, if someone hurt you…” If anything out of your car was stolen or broken he would buy you a copy of it or get it fixed for you immediately. After what happened I think he wouldn’t really want you driving alone at all, he would offer to take you everywhere instead.

Joe Toye: Joe’s ready to go out and find the dumb fucker who broke into your car. When you tell him you have to end up calming him down so he doesn’t go and commit a felony on the person who did it. “Sweetheart, if you think of anyone who would do this let me know, okay? (He thinks he's batman ngl.) If the police didn’t find the person who did it he would be out there raising hell. He would do absolutely anything to make sure you were safe.

Joe Liebgott: He’s angry, like steam coming out of his ears angry, but he's also worried as shit. The thought of, “What if you were in the car when it was broken into?” plays into his head over and over, making him almost restless. He feels like he did a shitty job of protecting you and your car because he wasn't there to stop the person. Lieb would definitely be out beside your car for the next few nights with a baseball bat on standby lmao.

Bill Guarnere: He’s pissed, not as pissed as Toye but still pissed. His first thought is, this dumbass must obviously have a death wish if they're messing with his s/o. This guy knows everyone in town, so he’d be a lil detective asking everyone he knows if they had seen or heard anything pertaining to your car being broken into. Let’s just say Bill would definitely find the person who messed with your car and take care of it lmao.

George Luz: I’m not gonna lie to you, he’s freaking the fuck out when you tell him your car got broken into. He’s very worried and would ask you a million times if you felt okay or safe. He’s kinda like Bill in the sense that he always knows a guy, so I figure he would ask around and eventually find out who did it, unlike Bill though I think he would take all the info he knows and take it to the police.

Bull Randleman: Angry Bull is a scary sight to see. He would be at the police station first thing once you tell him what happened, whether they took valuable stuff or not, they still need to get caught and put in custody. “Any place you need to go, just tell me and i’ll take you myself.” He’d get very worried about something like that happening again in the future, so I could see him giving you some pepper spray or some sort of pocket knife to keep while you’re in the car for the future.

Eugene Roe: He’s as worried as a dog. Like he literally cannot sleep until the people who did that to your car are found. But he also doesn't want you to worry a BIT about the entire thing. He would be reassuring you that everything would be found and they would get the person who did it, even if you weren’t worried about it. He would also help clean up any mess they left or trashed up. “I’m sorry, Ma chérie. I’ll help in any way I can.”

Floyd Talbert: It fucks with his conscience a bit. Like he wants to go out guns-a-blazing and kick whoevers ass that did that to you, but he also genuinely doesn’t understand why someone would fuck with your car. Like what the hell did you do to them for them to do something so messed up? He wants to make sure you are safe and secure though so be ready to carpool with him for the next few weeks lol.

Skip muck: When you tell him what happened, he's asking you so many questions, like, “When did you find your car like that?” or “How long were you away from your car?” As long as everything can be fixed and repaired in your car and taken care of then he’s not too pissy about it, his first priority is you and your safety. We might just pull a Lieb tho and stand out by your car ready to fight if someone gets too close to it lmao.

Don Malarkey: He’s not so much worried about the car, but mostly you. He’s pissed about someone breaking into your car though. I feel like he would go out of his way to get you some nice hightech key made so that something like that can never happen again or be avoided as possible. Maybe also making sure there are cameras where you park your car so they can catch the son of a bitch next time.

Babe Heffron: This man thinks for some reason that you know the person who did it lmao. “Who is it, let me at the fucker. Please.” He’s looking for a reason to fight loll. If this is after the war he’s definitely making Bill go around with him and try to catch the person who did it to your car. When they do eventually finally find the person (bc they will ofc) Bill is having to hold Babe back from beating the brakes of the person.

Shifty Powers: He gets so anxious when you tell him what happened to your car. The first thing he asks is if you’re safe, the second thing is if the person took anything valuable from the car, and the third is if anything was broken during all of this. I feel like he would be the type of guy to buy anything that was missing for you and fix anything if it was broken. “I’m so sorry this happened, darling. I promise nothing like this will happen again.”

Frank Perconte: “What. The. Fuck?” He’s like a stressed father lmao. He’s running around like a maniac trying to find the person who did it, he’s also calling and stopping by the police station to see if any new news was in, and lastly he’s being there to support you and comfort you about the horrible situation. I feel like he would help out cleaning up your car if they left it a mess, he would also repair your window if they broke in that way.

Ronald Speirs: When you tell him his mood completely shifts, he’s PISSED. Like angry to the point where he’s horrifyingly quiet. “Anything else?” He would ask you before storming out of the room with that lil devious look on his face. If you see him come back home in blood, don’t ask. (JK) Instead of making a big ole fuss about the car, I feel like this man would just buy you a whole new car instead. “Here ya go honey. You didn’t need that old thing anyway.”

Johnny Martin: “You’re kiddin’. Tell me you’re kidding.” He’s so mad at the moment. Just because why the fuck would someone mess with somebodies shit like that?” The stupidity of the person who vandalized your car literally amazes him. (In the worst way possible lmao.) He puts his anger and frustration aside to sit and make sure you are okay and aren’t scared about the entire thing.

Skinny Sisk: “Are you alright? Please tell me that you’re safe.” If it happened somewhere far from home and he wasn’t there, he would worry so fucking much. When you call him and tell him what happened he’s zooming across town to get to you and make sure you are okay. When he sees you the first thing he’s doing is wrapping you up in a big hug. Things like that get him so anxious into thinking that he could have possibly lost you if you were there when it happened.

Chuck Grant: “Oh honey, I'll be there to check it out as soon as possible.” He would be worried and worried for weeks even after the whole thing has happened and your car has been fixed. He would be so paranoid that the person who did it would go back and try to do it again. In the end you would have to most likely comfort him about the whole thing.

David Webster: He’s kinda got two sides to him honestly, he doesn’t want to scold you in the moment, just bc you just got your car fucking broke into and your freaking out, but he kinda wants to remind you that you NEED to keep your door locked and safe. He’s also ready to find the fucker that did and give them just a piece of his mind. “Anything I can do honey, just let me know, alright?”

Buck Compton: He’s there by your side IMMEDIATELY. He reminds me of a little mother hen in the situation lmao. He’s worried as shit that something had happened to you and you just wouldn’t tell him because you didn’t want him to freak out. When he gets there to you he’s grabbing you into a big hug. “Was there anything special in there? Are you sure you’re okay?” Once you and him both collect yourselves he’s taking you to the police station to file a report almost immediately.

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[ourmiraclealigner]

Heyy❤️ may I request an headcanon for Easy boys falling in love with a very shy reader? Maybe with Lieb, Speirs, Chuck, Martin and Talbert? Thank you❤️

joe liebgott:

- it’s hard to tell how joe feels, as he teases a lot

- but secretly, he’s absolutely smitten

- it takes him a long time to confess though, as he takes your quietness as annoyance towards him

- when he finally admits that he loves you, it was on accident, and he was horrified by the slip

- it’s only when he feels your lips against his that he calms down, his hand resting lightly on the back of your head

ron speirs:

- it takes a while for ron to make a move, but his feelings are strong

- he’s quiet too, and overthinks the hints and signals you throw his way, trying to subtly tell him you feel the same way

- once he does confess though, he’s a mess- stumbling over his own words and nervously running a hand through his hair

- he can barley hear you saying you love him too over the sound of his heart pounding in his ears

- he presses a sweet, yet passionate kiss to your lips before mumbling “you don’t know how long i’ve waited to hear you say that”

chuck grant:

- chuck follows you around like a lost puppy, and rambles to make up for the silence

- once he gets to know you better (and falls more in love with you) he gets more comfortable with the silence, and doesn’t try to fill it as much

- he spends almost all of the time he’s not with you talking about how much he loves you, and everyone is shocked when they find out you aren’t together

- he decides that he just can’t let his feelings bottle up any longer, and with a little nudge from tab, decides to confess

- his eyebrows raise in surprise when you admit that you feel the same, and he wastes no time in kissing you, wanting to make up for all of the lost time

johnny martin:

- johnny tries to push his feelings down at first with anger, not wanting to waste so much energy on someone he’s convinced could never feel the same

- he’s like joe, and takes your shyness as hatred, so he does the best he can to avoid you

- when that doesn’t stop how he feels, he decides to take a new approach, and starts slowly talking about the things he notices you like

- he’s always starting up conversation about books he’s seen you reading, family, back home, anything and everything just to hear your voice

- one night when you were sharing a foxhole, he lets his hand slip into yours, giving it a tight squeeze when you look over at him, a light smile on his face as his cheeks flush, and your head finds its way to his chest

floyd talbert:

- floyd loves to see you blush

- he throws whatever compliments he can your way, instantly smiling widely as your cheeks flush that dark crimson

- his stomach fills with butterflies, and he swears no one else has ever made him feel that way before

- he’ll reach over, brushing a piece of hair away from your face, smile still wide

- “you’re so cute, you know that?” he asks, moving closer to you, his hand wrapping around yours

[captaintrissy]

Easy Company when they babysit

A/N: I had really fun with this one, keep the request coming!

Dick Winters: Dick would be an amazing babysitter, he’s used to babysitting dozens of grown men and he’s a very patient, compassionate and responsible person. He’d make sure the kids were fed, safe and had done their homework. Dick would be very attentive and aware of everything with the kids, making him pretty much the ideal babysitter.

Lewis Nixon: Lewis is more of the fun uncle than the reliable babysitter. He’d let the kids eat whatever they wanted and stay up late. Not because he doesn’t care but because that’s how he was raised and because of his limited experience with children. He will however make them laugh until they cry with his crazy stories and jokes.

Carwood Lipton: Add Carwood to the list of ideal babysitters. He’ll do fun and educational activities with the kids, never raising his voice or tiring of their antics. After everything he’s seen it’s refreshing for Carwood to be around hopeful and happy children so he benefits from the babysitting as much as they do.

Babe Heffron: Babe would try so hard to be a good babysitter, and for the most part he is, feeding the kids, entertaining them and making them laugh but he’s used to being around poorly behaved military men and will accidentally curse.

Bill Guarnere: Bill wouldn’t even try not to curse, he knows he swears a lot and have a bit of a rough language but he’s just never seen it as much of an issue. Actions are more important to him than words, so while he may raise his voice and grumble at the kids he’ll never actually get angry at them and he makes sure the kids know that. Besides joking around with the children and telling them crazy stories, Bill will make Italian food from scratch, and show the kids how to do it (they’ve never eaten as well as when Bill’s around). Being able to cook is important in Bill’s eyes so that’s why he’ll try to teach the children culinary science.

Joe Liebgott: Like Babe, Joe would let a few (a lot) curse words slip but unlike Babe he wouldn’t try so hard. I don’t mean that he’d let the kids starve or not keep an eye on them, but after dealing with nazis he’s fine with a few kids not liking him. He’d take out his comic books and show them to the kids, reading and discussing their favourite ones.

Joe Toye: Like the other Joe on this list, Toye wouldn’t be too upset if the kids didn’t like him, after surviving a war he can name about a thousand things worse, however he would be greatly upset if something happened to the kids on his watch. In his mind it’s a babysitter’s responsibility to keep the kids safe, clean and fed and Joe takes his responsibilities seriously, if the non-coms of Easy hadn’t a hell of a lot more paratroopers would have ended up dead.

Buck Compton: This man will get the kids outside exercising and playing, probably through baseball. Buck is very passionate about training and being outside so in his mind the best thing he can do while babysitting is getting the kids outside. He will also make sure they eat good, solid food and by the time their parents are home the kids will be out cold.

Ron Speirs: Like Toye, Ron considers the biggest responsibility of a babysitter to be the kids’ safety so he’ll always keep an eye on them and with his attentiveness and perception nothing will get past him. He’s not used to being around children so he’s a little stumped on what to do. Eventually he’ll use the same methods he used as a CO with the children, meaning they’ll do lots of drill practice.

Don Malarkey: Would not, despite how tempted he might be, utter one single curse word. Don is a very caring and sensitive guy and would never want to accidentally scare the kids by cursing or screaming. Don loves the way kids’ minds work so he’ll enjoy hearing their stories, and sharing a few of his own (redacting the gore of course). He also loves their high energy and will absolutely have a four hour water fight in the backyard. As he isn’t above a little mischief Don will help organise a cookie heist, making him the children’s hero.

George Luz: George is practically a kid himself so he’d be the kids’ favourite adult, no matter how loud or hyper they got George would never tire of playing with them and he’d constantly do imitations of other adults, making the children roll over with laughter. While also sneak the kids cookies after dinner.

Bull Randleman: The children would demand constant piggyback rides (I mean, who wouldn’t want a piggyback ride from this giant?), which Bull would happily supply. He’s given injured, grown-ass men piggyback rides so carrying around a few kids is nothing. Bull is a very calm, assertive and attentive person so he’ll neither lose his patience with the kids or have them walk over him. Not to mention that if one of the kids were bullied they would drag Bull with them to school and just the sight of him would make the bullies back down.

Shifty Powers: Shifty loves kids, and he really wants to do a good job taking care of them so he’ll try his hardest to keep the children entertained and their needs met. And he want do it just because he feels he has to, he genuinely enjoys playing with the kids and taking care of them and will be incredibly patient with them. With that said, he might be a bit of a pushover since he really wants the kids to like him, he won’t allow them to do anything dangerous but he will let them have cookies before dinner.

Floyd Talbert: Tab is known as ’Fun uncle Floyd’. He could play with the kids for days with his energy, and he’s so attentive on everything going on around them. He’ll also let the kids eat junk food and stay up late making him the kids’ favourite babysitter (but maybe not the parents’).

Chuck Grant: The last member of the ’ideal babysitter’ list. As a former sergeant Chuck knows how to get people to listen without screaming at them, which he’ll benefit greatly from when babysitting. While he would make sure that the kids are eating well enough and are somewhat caught up on homework he’d also let them indulge in some less healthy behaviour (such as having ice cream before dinner or lagging behind on an assignment).

[basilone]

The smallest of author notes on this one: Ron/Chuck, established relationship, mid-war and sleep-deprived as they are. You're welcome.

for night to keep

They are at the point in the campaign when the towns begin to blur together. Each of them has a name Chuck can’t quite pronounce no matter how many times Lieb corrects him. Each of them looks like a mixture of almost-familiar places and something war chewed up and spat back out again. They’re in the very heart of enemy territory – or so Web had pompously declared several days ago – and all Chuck can really think about is how it seems a good deal more normal than you’d expect.

Well, as normal as it can be when you’re routinely ousting the Germans from their homes and staying the night in varyingly comfortable beds instead of cold foxholes. Even that has become routine – barging in, escorting them out, staying for one night or two at most – to the point where he’s learned to tune out the tears and complaints. It helps that Speirs is perpetually done with even the smallest resistance, snapping out commands at the general populace of Germany that Lieb – never Web – translates for him in a heartbeat.

It helps that there’s a routine to Speirs altogether.

The kitchen Speirs has commandeered as a makeshift CP tonight is a good deal more cramped than the last one. Bull’s practically stooping in the doorway, shoulders hunched as he huffs out cigar smoke and dissent. Tab’s folded in the small space between chair and stove and looking mightily put out about it. Malarkey and Johnny Martin are knocking knees on one side of the table, squished together on a bench, while Speirs himself has been alternating between a chair and the middle of the room throughout the meeting.

Chuck leans against the countertop and tries to get his yawn under control. He blinks profusely, eyes watering, when his attempt fails rather miserably. So miserably, in fact, that Malark blinks back at him in warning and Tab’s eyes have gone ceilingward in a clear attempt to count to ten.

“–succeeded in boring Sergeant Grant to tears over this replacements on patrol question,” continues Speirs, as if Chuck’s tiredness is somehow not the result of being on his feet and moving for longer than twenty-four hours straight, “and so you have your orders, reconvene two nights from now.”

Martin almost looks like he wants to belabour the point about replacements and patrol duties some more, but Malark’s just about managing to shove him off the bench in a series of well-practiced oops-did-I-shove-you-too-hard motions. Bull’s slapping the doorframe and then rapping his knuckles against Martin’s shoulder before taking his leave. There’s some complaining – of course there is – and some more jostling – really, they’re overdue another wrestling competition – before Malark and Martin make it out the door while yessir-ing and saluting Speirs, whose back is already turned to them.

“We’re picking a bigger kitchen next time,” says Tab as he somehow manages to win his fight with the chair in his attempt to leave. “This is a fire hazard. Sir.”

“Noted, Sergeant Talbert.” Speirs sounds rather like a tired parent who’s just been told their dinner sucked. His eyes are dark as his gaze slides over Tab, wobbling from foot to foot in the doorway, and finally fixes on Chuck. “Stay a minute, Grant, would you?”

“Yes sir,” says Chuck, to Tab’s furious shake of his head that would see him pick up an extra shift in kitchen duties if Speirs had a care. “Tab, ask Lip to get chicken one and two under Malark’s wing, they pulled first shift.”

“Done.” Tab’s frown dictates that Chuck isn’t getting out of a talk, later, which probably consists of warnings about handsome captains and fraternization that will never not sound bizarre coming from will-flirt-with-anything-that-moves Tab. He’s already halfway out the door before calling back to Chuck. “Stop calling them chickens, yeah?”

“They squawk!” shouts Chuck at Tab’s retreating back.

Speirs, perturbed, glances up from the map he’s been studying. “Chickens do not squawk, Chuck.”

“How’d you know?” Chuck asks interestedly, knowing full well that no part of Speirs’s life has involved any measure of chickens. “I think they might. Should ask Bull, he’ll know.”

“Squawking belongs to parrots.” A pause. “And peacocks.”

“Lieutenant Peacock’s gonna be delighted,” grins Chuck.

“You will not inform him about this, Chuck.”

“I dunno, might slip out on a whim,” decides Chuck as he sinks into the chair Speirs vacated earlier. “I can keep your name out of it entirely if you like. But that’s not the sort of life decision this minute’s for, is it?”

“Astute.”

“Sooooooooo.” Chuck leans back expectantly. Watches Speirs’s hands fold the map up. Sees the set of his shoulders – too tense, too rigid – lend a tightness to his jaw that hadn’t yet been there this morning. “You gonna tell me, or do I need to quiz you about it?”

“Nothing to say.”

“Hmm.”

“Just…” Speirs’s exhale is noisy in the sudden quiet. The house seems calmer now that it’s just them in this kitchen. Chuck’s sure he’s heard enough doors slam shut to know they’re really alone. “You need to sleep,” says Speirs, then, and Chuck almost bites his tongue to keep from screaming. “You’re dead on your feet.”

“So are you,” he snaps back regardless, because Speirs has been knocking back cup after cup of Perconte’s too-strong coffee lately. “You can’t stay awake for the whole of this Germany clusterfuck, so stop fucking trying.” He’s out of the chair before Speirs can protest or snap a command at him that puts them right back on square one. “Where the fuck’s your bed, even?”

Speirs’s mouth quirks. “Appropriate.”

“Please tell me you’ve got a bed.”

“Couch.”

“Jesus. Fuck.” Chuck presses his forehead against Speirs’s shoulder. Resists the urge to lament about the man’s poor life choices like he used to do back in Toccoa on the spare nights Speirs joined him for a run up Currahee. “Might as well sleep on the rug in front of the fireplace, way you’re going.”

“It has crossed my mind.”

“I believe it,” he snorts before pressing a swift, soft kiss to the strip of skin just above Speirs’s collar. “More room for me. Might as well.”

“You are not…”

“Ron. Stop. It’s just us. I’m staying.”

The flicker of emotion that crosses Ron Speirs’s face is gone as quickly as it came, shuttered away behind too-dark eyes and a too-tight set of his mouth that Chuck can’t wait to kiss into a smile later. There is no protest, not when the rest of the officers have commandeered a house about a block away and everyone else doesn’t quite want to be near Spooky Speirs at night just yet. And, sure, Tab might cotton on to this being the longest minute in the history of all minutes… but that’s always tomorrow’s concern, never the one of this current night.

Ron’s hand reaches for his. Grasps it so tight that Chuck muffles a hurried gasp in the crook of his neck, teeth lightly grazing the man’s skin.

Yeah, I’m staying, he decides as Ron’s lips land just beneath and then against his ear. Good luck stopping me.

“Change of plans,” comes the murmur, then, warm and familiar in a way that makes Chuck’s insides fizz with want. “Sleep might wait a little longer.”

Chuck can’t really argue with that.

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Mobile Masterlist ***(updated 11/15)

Allright! The MASTERLIST. The MASTERLIST for tumblr, the MASTERLIST chosen especially to organize my work for tumblr, tumblr’s MASTERLIST. That MASTERLIST?

Here it is, kids!

NSFW ALPHABET MASTERLIST

Dick Winters

Everything Will Break: part one, part two

Hiding From the War We Claim to Fight For: part one, part two, part three, part four***

Band of Brothers Greetings

 Lewis Nixon

I’ve Yet To Taste, You’ve Yet To Indulge (Allow Me To Remedy Both) ***

Band of Brothers Greetings

Our First Defeat: part one***, part two, part two and a half, part three***, part four, part five

Carwood Lipton 

On Days Like This: part one, part two, part three***, part four, part five

Nothing Dulls Your Foolish Shine***

Band of Brothers Greetings

 Lynn “Buck” Compton

You Are Mine, I Am Yours***

Band of Brothers Greetings

Drabble***

Untitled Buck smut/angst

 Denver “Bull” Randleman

Touch Me With Your Hands Until I’m Yours***

I Pity The Grave That Tries To Keep Me From You

There’s A Reason It’s Called Liquid Courage

Band of Brothers Greetings

 Eugene “Doc” Roe

Never Be Sorry, Not For This: part one***, part two***

You’re All I’ve Ever Wanted, All I Want to Know: part one***, part two***

Band of Brothers Greetings

 Joe Liebgott

Darling I’m Just Not Okay: part one***, part two, part three, part four

You Calm The Storm, You Give Me Rest***

Untitled Bill x Reader x Lieb smut

Untitled Chuck x Reader x Lieb smut (part of the Eyes Will Lead Me Back Home-verse)

You’ve Been Sad (I’ve Been Lonely)

Boys Who Speak With Silver Luck*** (unofficial sequel to above fic)

Caught In Your Riptide, Can’t Let You Know: part one***, part two

Band of Brothers Greetings

 Ron Speirs

Ignorance Is Blitzed: part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven***

It’s Not About Dibs

Forgiveness Is Divine

A Rare Night of Peace

What We Want and What We Can Have: part one, part two

I Wish I could Leave This Alone... (guest starring role)***

Drabble***

Band Of Brothers Greetings p2

 Johnny Martin

If You Need It, Then I Need It***

Untitled Johnny smut

Band Of Brothers Greetings p2

 George Luz

Untitled Luz smut

Drinking Up This Sweet Decadence*** 

Band Of Brothers Greetings p2

 Edward “Babe” Heffron

I Wish I Could Leave This Alone (I Know How Much You Want Me To)***

Untitled Babe smut

Band of Brothers Greetings

 Bill Guarnere

Inherent Risks of Loving A Wild Man: part one, part two***

Untitled Bill x Reader x Lieb smut

Band Of Brothers Greetings p2

 Don Malarkey

Lay Your Hands Upon My Chest (and Call It Home) 

I Know I’m Guilty (It’s Not Your Fault)***

Band Of Brothers Greetings p3

 Darrell “Shifty” Powers

Untitled Shifty angst

Untitled Shifty smut

drabble***

Band Of Brothers Greetings p3

 Joe Toye:

You Can Just Stay (Under This Weight)

Knees Known to Go Weak When You Pull Me In***

NSFW Alphabet***

 Harry Welsh

My Ruin is Heaven Sent and Battle Tested***

 Chuck Grant

The Splendor of These Exploding Skies (Yet All I See Is You)***

Untitled Chuck x Reader x Lieb smut (part of the Eyes Will Lead Me Back Home-verse)

Drabble***

 Floyd Talbert

Your Eyes Will Lead Me Back Home***

Into My Body, You Just Fold***

[now-im-a-belieber]

speirs + "you're scaring me" or "you're so cute when you're mad" it goes without saying, but please make me cry ❤️

prompt: "you're scaring me"

ron speirs x reader

a/n: hi, i have no idea how to write speirs, but i tried? please forgive me for how bad this is. i was just anxious to post something again :/

taglist: @capsparkyspeirs @wecomrades @tvserie-s-world

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Everyone had a breaking point. Some men would meet it, and stumble to the ground and bleed out for good. Others would claw their way back to standing and carry on best they could. Some men lost their wits trying to avoid the inevitable crash and burn that came for everyone. They could fight and curse and cry, but no man could escape war without facing the end of their rope at least once. Everyone had a breaking point.

Even Ron Speirs.

Some said he'd already lost it long ago. And his high strung manic behaviour was born from some horrific terror that he vowed never to be affected by again. Some believed he was truly immune to any such stumble and was built inside and out to handle the weight of any war. You didn't quite know what to believe, really.

You'd never known exactly what to think of Ron Speirs.

Even tonight, after all this time. It was as if you were always hearing about Ron. Never hearing nearly as much from him. Though he tried, bless his heart. He tried so hard with you. And that's how you knew there was some kind of real honest love in the pull that kept pushing the two of you back together.

He'd steal you away to join him for useless patrols and for drinks in local pubs when there was time. When there wasn't, he'd maintain quiet by your side in a half dug fox hole- not daring to frighten you with his chatter about being some kind of dead man walking. He'd tried once, somewhere back in France. And you couldn't help but let out a giggle at his scare tactics. You might've regretted laughing at what he'd said if he hadn't been so quick to smirk at your reaction. It was all a blur since that night. A mess of memories of stolen midnight meetings and winks across briefing rooms... And rumours about the man when he was away.

Tonight was no exception. All the things you'd heard about Ron before you'd dared to try and get to know him, all the rumours that arose still, were being traded like campfire stories one room over.

Your nerves gathered in heaps each passing minute, while you stole cigarettes from the pack Luz left on the tiny coffee table he and Talbert were using to play some card game. It was a futile distraction. Both men would glance past their deck and toward the parlour where some replacement was getting the ever-loving shite knocked out of him.

You had almost missed everything. You weren't anywhere around when Talbert came rushing through hours earlier, gathering friends to head off on a manhunt. You'd almost missed the group of guys shoving a stranger into the closest room of the building you'd been calling home, for now. If you hadn't breezed in from waiting up for Ron just then, you might've very well gone the whole night without hearing what happened.

And it was only because Luz and Talbert stayed behind that you managed to ask what the hell was going on.

It was Easy's favourite funny man who'd passed on the gut-wrenching news. Chuck had been shot, and the man who dared to fire his weapon was in the next room over, facing payback at the insistence of Ron Speirs. Only he wasn't here, not yet. Talbert said the man you so often concerned yourself with would only return from the hospital they managed to open in the nick of time, when he knew the Sargents fate.

So you smoked while the boys pretended to play a card game. You watched time pass much too slowly for your liking, promising Luz to repay all the cigarettes you'd stolen in an effort to stay calm. There was no one you wanted to hear from more than Ron, now, for more reasons than one. You battled the selfish feelings as all sorts of other worries had you pacing the hall. The war was supposed to be over. Ron was supposed to have met you for dinner. But he was off someplace, taking charge.

Just as you began marvelling over the man's fortitude, and wondering if it was his courage that might inevitably send him into a spiral, he appeared.

Ron breezed in, but you heard him before you saw him. His demands to know where they'd taken the assailant echoed through the hall you'd wandered toward the stillness of. At that, you stamped out the cigarette you'd only just started and rushed toward the man who'd been on your mind all the while.

Ron was passing through the doorway you'd been avoiding by the time you reached him. So you dashed in his direction but had to stall in the frame of the opened door to take in the scene.

The room was full of men you'd come to trust and admire, their faces pulled down with frowns. Their eyes heavy, fists bloodied. It wasn't much of an unusual sight. You just thought you'd seen the last of nights like these.

You thought you'd seen the last of the gazes your friends cast toward Ron in moments like now. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the soldier, expressions reminiscent of those they wore when the stories about Ron were traded to spook the new kids. They looked afraid of what they'd heard he was capable of. Afraid of what he might do now.

Ron managed to scare everyone, somehow, some way. But never you. Not until now.

Of course, you understood when he lashed the end of his gun across the bastard's face. And you couldn't blame him for pointing the weapon right at the waste of space who'd put your friend's life on the line.

But there was a certain fury in Ron's eyes. The gaze he wore brought every story and rumour to life for a moment, whether they were ever true or not. And you weren't sure what he'd do next. You never really were. But this time, that frightened you.

Everyone watched on silently. Maybe they were scared, too. Maybe they'd been waiting to see something like this with their own eyes. But you weren't. As the gun shook with the tremor of Ron's hand, you realized he was just as frightened of what might happen next.

Despite your halfhearted and very brief attempt at shoving your feelings deep down, they only swelled more fiercely. And Ron's paused action was the final straw that toppled over your will at keeping calm. The words you'd been biting back clawed their way through your throat and pushed past your lips by what seemed to be their very own volition.

"Ron... You're scaring me." You managed to croak, in a whispered plea from the doorway, ready toward bolt to or from whatever commotion came of the scene.

At your desperate, frightened call the soldier seemed to ever so slightly turn toward you. He considered everything for another moment, everyone's collectively held breaths in the palm of his trembling hand.

Then he seemed to notice the blood soaking his fingers. He wiped the side of his hand on the shoulder of the man they had all tied up, as he fought for an easy breath. But none of your comrades seemed to let out their own sighs. Not until Ron reached for his hat, letting it slide away, exhaustion every so slightly evident in his movement.

You watched as he turned toward the door, not looking at you but instead instructing Talbert to get the MP's to take care of the criminal's fate.

"Grant's dead?" Your friend begged to know.

"No. Kraut surgeon says he's gonna make it," Ron replied, a sure statement spoken with confidence. But you heard the waver that lived on the edge of his tone, and the dread in your gut only stirred more so.

Before you could reach out to him, Ron stormed out of the door without a further word, or a glance your way.

You were left with no choice but to scramble after the man. The only goodbye you manage to offer your friends is a pointed apologetic look before dashing off, hot on Ron's trail.

Your heart raced as you watched the man you loved saunter further down the road. His shoulders square, his pace steady, like he was on duty, like his mission was never-ending.

You called his name in your hurry to keep up with him, hoping he'd pause, or call back, or something. But he just kept walking, turning a corner as if your voice never reached him.

You moved even quicker now, at his silence. In a worried haze, you rounded the corner quickly, never thinking of stalling. But Ron had stopped just there, causing you to nearly crash into him.

You held your hands to his shoulders, half steadying yourself to stand, half digging your claws into him so he might not ever go so far from you again. And right as you opened your mouth to ask a dozen questions, Ron beat you to it.

"I don't know if I did the right thing, just now." He spoke so much more softly than he'd just been that it made your worry grow tenfold. Ron's eyes glazed over, unfocused. His quandary hung heavy in the air between you. And you'd barely processed its meaning, let alone any sort of answer in the seconds that passed in silence. Then your man met your eyes. His slowly came to lock with yours, and you realized he was waiting for you to say something, anything.

"I... I don't know either." You half shrugged, still holding his shoulders as if that would keep him from sinking deeper into the darkness you could see start to fill him up.

"I didn't mean to scare you... I didn't-"

You shook your head at his discombobulated way of apologizing and moved your hands to his face. Holding him much more tenderly in hopes the sweet gesture would calm the usual electric tide about Ron that seemed to be buzzing out of control tonight.

"Let's go see Chuck. Can we?" You wondered suddenly. Would he even be aware of your presence by his side? Would it even help Chuck? Or Ron, for that matter?

Your man nodded, though, and drew one of his hands closer to grab ahold of one of yours. And with a furrowed brow, he started yammering another vague apology. Saying something about how he wondered if he'd regret letting the replacement go like that. And it just wasn't like him to battle with such uncertainties. So you stopped Ron's murmurs by saying the first thing that came to your mind,

"I still think you're the meanest, toughest son of a bitch in the whole regiment. " You assured with a smile, meant to encourage his own. "And I'm sure all the others do too."

Then he grinned, and let his eyes roll away from yours. And some part of him seemed more alive at your jest. After a beat, he nudged you to walk on, with his hand in yours. And you knew this was only the start of the worst night ever. And that maybe once you got him all alone, really alone, your man might really lose it.

Everyone had a breaking point. Maybe this was Ron's. You hadn't quite figured him out yet, even after all this time. Maybe you never would. But so long as you got to tough it out at your favourite soldier's side, there wasn't really much to fear.

[she-wolf09231982]

Chapter 9-It Ain't Over

Summary: Easy is tasked to dismantle German outposts across the river and were to return with prisoners for interrogation. The mission is successful but not without another loss. When the Colonel tried to send the men back in, Winters unconventionally goes against the grain, allowing the men a night of rest instead of risking more unnecessary deaths.

A/N: Mature audience, Joe LiebgottxFem!Medic, Post Bastogne, She/Her Pronouns, Y/F/N, Y/L/N, Cursing/Swearing, Derogatory Slurs, Womanizing Comments, Aggression, Angst, Confrontation, Military Terminology, 1940’s slang, Inappropriate Nicknames, Band of Brothers References, A League of Their Own Movie References, Mentions of Weaponry, Yiddish/German language with English translation, Smoking, Crying, Banter, Pining, FOREVER FLUFF

German is identified with (g)

Yiddish is identified with (y)

*These stories may not fall entirely in accordance with the TV series timeline. I do not know the real soldiers the actors portray in this series, so please understand I show no disrespect. Some or most of historical events and character interactions in my fanfics are fabricated purely for the sake of the enjoyment of fiction*

~~~~~~~

February 1945/Night of POW Mission

American side of the river

Liebgott sits behind his M1919 Browning machine gun with his assistant gunner on a bombed-out landing at battalion headquarters right off the water, watching the rest of the platoon load into the boats on the riverbank. You sneak past the AG and sit next to Joe.

"Gams?? What the fuck are ya doin'?" he chided at you.

You roll your eyes, "Just checking on you two and seeing where the guys are." you respond quietly.

"Yeah, well, they ain't even crossed yet so get back downstairs, will ya? I don't want you out here if shit starts poppin' off." he scolded.

You sigh, "Fine, Joe, I just wanted to see you before anything happened, that's all."

You turned to leave but then hesitated. You looked over your shoulder at him with his back towards you. You return to him swiftly, grab his chin and plant a hasty peck on his cheek.

"Ich liebe dich, Joe Liebgott (g)(I love you, Joe Liebgott)." you say in a quick hush before you scamper off inside.

Joe grunted at you not knowing whether to be irritated or entertained,

"Du verdammte Füchsin (g)(You goddamn vixen)." he called after you before you could reach the stairs.

Basement of Battalion HQ

You and Doc sit together in the cellar of HQ, waiting and listening intensely for any gunfire exchange outside. Minutes feel like hours sitting there, as you sip on a tin cup of coffee.

Your leg is bouncing from anxiety, waiting for something to happen. Eugene reached across to you and grabbed your knee to stop your leg from jumping. You look up at him startled.

"You're too jittery. Lay off the coffee, Y/F/N." he said in his low soothing Cajun accent with a gentle smile.

You nod then smile back, placing your cup on the table next to you.

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German side of the river

The patrol crosses the river in the inflatable boats. When they reach land, they strategically approach the building where German soldiers are posted. As Easy makes entry, Jackson rushes into the building too soon after throwing a grenade and is severely wounded.

The rest of the guys then rush the building and captured three Germans. As they retreat with their prisoners, the remaining German forces open fire. One of the prisoners is hit and is left behind on the riverbank.

American side of the river

Joe sees his platoon scattering towards the boats as smoke and gunfire erupt from the German side. He shifts his line of fire, anxiously waiting to pull the trigger.

"Jesus Christ, come on. Blow the goddamn whistle!" he yelled.

The sound of the whistle finally reaches Joe's ears. He lays heavy suppressive fire at the windows where he sees flashes from German MG-42s. He peppers the buildings back and forth, in hopes he's nailing each one dead center of their foreheads.

Basement of HQ

You and Doc hear an eruption of gunfire and shells dropping through the garden windows of the basement. You stand next to the little window listening hard for the yells and screams from your boys. Just then, you suddenly hear the faint call from the riverbank on the American side...

"WHERE'S THE MEDIC!?!?"

Alarmed, you look back at Eugene with wide, panicked eyes.

"No, Y/L/N." Doc said sternly.

He knew damn well what you were thinking, and he wasn't going to allow it. Not again.

You began to protest, "But they-"

"Y/F/N, NO!" he barked, "I'm not lettin' you run to danger again. Remember what happened in Ardennes?" He reminded you angrily.

You look down shamefully at your boots. Suddenly the basement door abruptly swung open as the platoon started scrambling in.

"Wounded! We got wounded, come on!" Ramirez bellowed.

You swept papers and utensils off the nearest table to clear it for Jackson who was being carried in.

"Set him right here!" you call out.

Johnny Martin entered, "Get the Krauts back there, shake them down! Move! Move! McClung! Get on over to CP, let them know what we got!" he ordered.

Jackson lying flat on the table, his face bloody and raw from the neck up, began gagging on his own blood.

"Jesus, what the hell happened to him over there?!" you ask overwhelmed by the soldier’s appearance.

"Grenade went off right in front of him." Ramirez reported.

"Shit, his lungs are probably hemorrhaging. He can't breathe right." you confirm aloud.

Doc gently pushed you aside and lowered his ear to Jackson's mouth.

"Light. I need some light. Give me some light." Doc requested urgently.

Grant took his lighter and flipped it on. Doc held Jackson's mouth open by the chin, observing and listening for a few seconds as the poor soldier gurgled and whimpered.

"All right, look at the flame. Look at the flame. Ok, that's good." Doc instructed Jackson.

The room became eerily quiet as they all watched Doc work.

"All right, let's get him outta here." Doc directed.

"I don't wanna die!" Jackson cried out.

He repeated these words tearfully over and over again as the platoon started to move him towards the door on a litter. Jackson started to grab at Doc, kicking off the surface as his choking worsened. The men set him down.

"He's gonna die!" one of the guys shrilled in horror.

"Hey, shut the hell up! You're upsetting him more!" You hiss over the sea of bellowing soldiers, while Jackson started to flail and kick in terror.

"Please help me, I don't wanna die!" He wallowed.

Doc tried to hold him steady on the stretcher, "Jackson, you're not gonna die! I need you to hang on!"

Jackson continued to bawl and throw an agonizing fit out of fear until the life drifted from his tearing eyes and his body fell limp. Doc sat up, dropping his helmet to his side with a huff of defeat leaving his mouth. He sat there, lost in his thoughts then looked up at you with frustration painted all over his face.

You look around the room at rest of the guys until you see Martin. You shake your head, confirming he didn't make it. You take Babe's wool blanket he wrapped himself with and covered Jackson.

~~~~~~~

The following morning, the platoon hung out in the barracks, resting up after a long night. Webster entered the room with LT Jones.

"Jackson is dead." Webster announced.

"Yeah, we heard." Joe replied from his bunk sitting above you.

"Yeah, well, they want another patrol tonight." Perconte added.

Joe shifted onto the mattress and laid against the pillow. You stood up angrily and walked out the room, down the stairs, and out the door to head to the basement back at HQ to be alone.

With most of Easy at HQ later that day, Winters, Nixon and Speirs address the same patrol from the night before to discuss the next mission for that evening. You're in attendance once again, across the room where you can see Joe as you stood next to Eugene.

Winters opened the brief by stating how proud he was of the good work the platoon did last night then added that Col Sink was proud as well.

"-In fact, he's so proud he wants you to do another patrol across the river tonight."

The men remain resentfully silent. Joe lights a cigarette then shoots you an unamused glance as Winters continued.

"Any moment now, the outpost we hit last night will go up in flames. Means we have to venture farther into town this time. Captain Speirs, you have the map, please."

Speirs passes the map to Grant to display across the table.

"We have enemy movement here and here," Winters began as he pointed on the paper, "Which means this is our new house target here. We recovered all the boats. So, we'll be setting off from the same place we did last night."

"We're not changing the plan any, sir?" Martin spoke up.

"No. The plan is the same. It will be 0200 hours instead of 0100. Is that clear?" Winters asked.

The men shifted in discomfort, "Yes sir." they acknowledged collectively.

"Good, because I want you all to get a full night's sleep tonight. Which means in the morning, you will report to me that you made it across that river into German lines but were unable to secure any live prisoners-" he instructed as he looked around the room to see if the platoon was tracking what he was saying.

Everyone looked at him in disbelief. The man was really ordering you to disobey Col Sink’s orders.

"Understand?" he pushed cautiously as he scanned the room making eye contact with each of his men.

"Yes, sir." The men replied in unison. (Some of their responses sounding like a question, unsure this was actually happening).

"Good. Look sharp for tomorrow. We're moving off the line." Winters finalized as he left the room.

The guys all breathed their first sigh of relief since Holland. A few exchanged handshakes. Joe stood up from the table to rush over to you.

"Did you just fucking hear that, Gams!?" His smile stretching from ear to ear revealing your favorite dimple on his left cheek.

You beam at him, "I did. He's a good man."

You wrap your arms around the back of Joe's neck, pulling him into a tight hug. He pressed you against him, burying his face into your neck. A couple of happy tears stream down your face.

"Can we just hold each other for the rest of our lives?" you utter softly in Joe's ear.

Joe chuckled, "That's my plan."

~~~~~~~

As the sun set that evening, Cobb distributed bottles of liquor he found in the cellar at HQ. Each man happily accepted the offer, taking hearty swigs from the bottles.

Luz hacked, pounding on his chest to soften the sting of what he just swallowed.

"Shit! *cough* What the hell is this Cobb?? Jesus Christ!" Luz choked.

"What's wrong, George? A little too strong for ya?" Cobb teased.

"This stuff will knock ya on your ass." Malarkey confirmed as he took another drink.

You walk into the room, and the entire platoon cheered. You stop in your tracks, almost alarmed by their response to you entering the room.

"What are you miscreants doing now?" you ask looking around the room at them.

"Nothin' we're just happy to see our songbird!" Babe yelled across the room.

"Hey, Y/F/N, sing us a little somethin' yeah??" Luz pleaded.

"No, George, I'm not-" you contested before all the men groaned and boo-ed expressing their disappointment.

"-I'm tired, guys! It's been a rough few days for all of us." you defended.

"Hey, Joe, come on. Get her to sing!" Babe resorted.

Liebgott hopped off the top bunk and approached you with his bottle. You deliver a look of skepticism to him as he closed in on you. He raised his eyebrow as he smiled mischievously at you.

"No, Joe." Is all you say.

"Gams, the boys just want you to sing a little lullaby so they can get a good night's sleep like the captain said." Joe justified.

"Winters never said anything about me singing you to sleep." you pointed out.

"True," Joe started, "but Webster didn't get to hear ya yet, and l’ve been tellin’ him how sweet my girl’s voice is. I wanna show you off."

You shake your head at him, "You're unbelievable."

"I know." Joe replied confidently.

You look around the room at all the expectant drunk faces of your boys.

"One song so you can sleep. Just one." you compromise.

"Don't get on a chair this time!" Luz called out.

You glare at him, then smile.

"Get comfortable you idiots." you say as you dim the lamps to set the mood.

"What are you gonna sing, Gams?" Joe whispered in your ear over your shoulder as he snaked his arms around your waist from behind.

"A piece from Laurel and Hardy's The Bohemian Girl. Thelma Todd was always one of my favorites.”

Joe hummed as he pecked your cheek. You smell the whiskey on his breath.

“Hm, ir hot aoykh a bisl shlogn di flash, tsi nit? (y)(Hm, you’ve been hitting the bottle a little, too, haven’t ya)?” You ask Joe, smiling at him skeptically.

Joe only grinned, his face glowing and his eyes droopy, sauced from drink, exhausted by the mission, and completely entranced by you.

“Ok, settle down, boys." you project through the room.

"Hey, Liebgott ain't in bed." Perconte protested.

You guide Joe to your bed and have him sit. You stand in the middle of the room so everyone can hear. Every pair of eyes and ears focus on you, waiting patiently for you to begin.

🎶 “I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls,

With vassals and serfs at my side,

And of all who assembled within those walls,

That I was the hope and the pride.” 🎶

You serenade to your platoon, watching their heads lull and their eyes flutter. You make a round around the room to each soldier, touching a shoulder here or patting another on the head over there, making a personal connection to each one to bring a sense of comfort amongst them as you near the end of the song.

🎶 “And I dreamt that one of that noble host

Came forth my hand to claim.

But I also dreamt, which charmed me most,

That you lov'd me still the same...”🎶

You come back to Joe who is laying across your mattress zeroed in on you with adoration behind his eyes. He beamed up at you from your pillow when you start combing your fingers through his hair as you finish your song just for him.

🎶”That you lov'd me, you lov'd me still the same

That you lov'd me, you lov'd me still-“🎶

You seat yourself on the side of your bed next to him.

🎶”-the same.“🎶

The room is quiet, with the gentle snores and breathes of the guys sound asleep in their bunks. Joe took your free hand and started to pull you towards him as he sat up to meet you half way for a kiss-

“That was incredible, Y/L/N.” You hear Webster compliment from the bunk across from Liebgott’s.

You look over at him and smile, “Thanks, Web. Get some sleep, buddy.”

“Yeah, can’t you see we’re busy over here?” Joe sneered.

Webster chuckled and turned towards the wall to make his back face you.

You look back to Joe, whose face was a hair away from yours.

“That wasn’t very nice.” You giggled.

Joe nudged his nose against yours, “Any second I can get with my girl is precious, I don’t want to waste it.” He purred.

You lean forward, kissing his lips softly. Joe’s faultless ability to lock onto your lips as he tilts his head to deepen his kiss always left you craving for more. You try to pull back but he holds you in place so you don’t go too far.

“We should sleep, too, Joe.”

A devilish smirk appeared across his face, “One of these days, Gams-“ he started without finishing.

You smile coyly and laugh, “I don’t mean to get you riled up. But we’re not getting away with anything in a room full of people.”

Joe shook his head and sighed, “Komm her, du Füchsin (g)(Get over here, you vixen)."

You scoot onto the bed laying across his chest as he enveloped you in his arms. He kissed the top of your head as you nuzzle into him.

"Liebe dich sehr (g)(Love you so much)." Joe uttered to you.

"Liebe dich mehr (g)(Love you more)." you whisper back, squeezing him.

~~~~~~~

@wordsaresimple-imnot @mrs-greenside @skiesofrosie 🪖♠️🦅

[televisionboy]

Miscellaneous

Easy Company Playing Just Dance

Treat You Better Than He Can Guarnere and Liebgott fighting over you during the boat scene

Moe Alley

Headcanons

Chuck Grant

Headcanons

Bill Guarnere

Soft headcanons

Guarnere comforting reader on her period headcanons

They Wouldn’t Dare

The Very Memory Of You (1)

Shut Up Won’t You, Doll (2)

Babe Heffron

My Promise To You

vivre amoureux

Donald Hoobler

Headcanons

Joe Liebgott

Headcanons

Birthday Girl

Hate -> love headcanons

Card Bet 💕

The One My Heart Talks About 💕

A Friend Like You

Didn’t See The Signs song fic

George Luz

A Pregnancy Craving 💕

Blushing

Blanket Fort 💕

Unforgettable Dance

Melting

Donald Malarkey

Headcanons 💕

They Miss You Too

baby could you love me, ‘cause darling you’d be lovely💕

Johnny Martin

Shut Up, Or Get Out 💕

Lewis Nixon

Burnt Cookies 💕

A Better Boyfriend

Drunk Confessions

Birthdays After The War 💕

Hurt Him semi angst

Just Because I Love You

Not Lovesick

Also And Perhaps 💕

Frank Perconte

Headcanons

Eugene Roe

Headcanons

Forever

amoureux des levers de soleil 💕

The Type Of Look They Want 💕

The Art Of Eye Contact

Caring for a French nurse headcanons

Skinny Sisk

Homesick For Someone Else’s Eyes

Ronald Speirs

A New Friday Night Tradition

Headcanons

Better Off angsty

The 3 Times Ronald Speirs Made You Smile, And The 1 Time You Made Him slowburn

Gunfire Like Rain semi angst

Instead Of Words

Headcanons For Ron Walking In On You And Another Man

Untitled Angsty Drabble 💕

The Rules Of The Game

Floyd Talbert

Headcanons for becoming his friend while dating your best friend

Imagine Tab Staring At You With His Lip Pull

Gender Neutral Tab Headcanons

Anti-Gentleman

Joe Toye

Headcanons

Love Forever, Be With You Never angsty

Don’t Lie To Me

David Webster

Headcanons X Reader Being Insecure

Harry Welsh

Platonic headcanons for getting drunk with him

Richard Winters

Soft fluffy headcanons

 You’re Beautiful

Headcanons with reader having anxiety

 His Opinion

Quietly Under A Sunset 💕

These Shadows Cannot Hold You

Winters And His Reaction To You In Fancy Clothes

Imagine dick giving you his classic heart eyes