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Just wanna say...proud of you for working hard in improving your writing. Godspeed!

Might I request a nice letter of encouragement from Shifty? Missing him hours, I fear.

VASI MY DARLING!!!! I HAVE AN ENCOURAGING LETTER FROM ONE (1) SHIFTY POWERS FOR YOU! I LOVE YOU AND HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL!! ❤️💕

3 January, 1945

Vasilisa, my darling,

I just got your latest letter, and I'm sorry to hear things have been going rough. I miss you, as well. I want to be home with you and go about our day like we always do - breakfast together in the morning, a kiss before we leave for work, giving you the biggest hug in the world when you get home. I feel so silly for some reason, but my absolute favorite part of the day is walking our dogs together before dinner. Being out in nature with you and them is the happiest I've ever felt.

It hurts my heart to hear things haven't been going well for you, but you are the strongest, sweetest person I know. You are going to get through this, just like last time, and you will be on the other side, resting and without stress sooner than you think. I'd give anything to be back home with you and support you through this, but if I didn't think you could do this then I wouldn't be saying it.

Popeye and Earl have been asking how you're doing, too. They really want to continue our weekend game nights as soon as we get home. Popeye still teases McClung about the charades game the night before we left! How McClung didn't understand Popeye’s interpretation of Rita Hayworth, I'll never know. Nothing compares, though, to when you decimated all of us in Candy Land!

Please never forget how much I love you. You have lit up my life more than I ever thought possible - you are my love, my Wonder Woman, my light, my home that I cannot wait to come home to. Don’t forget about me before I get home ok? I promise, as soon as I’m home, I’m making your favorite dinner and we’re going to have a picnic with the dogs.

Remember to take care of yourself for me, I love you more than ever,

Shifty

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Just Me and You, Shifty Powers

just a little imagine I crossposted on my Wattpad (boneflu) and wanted to post here!

no warnings just pure fluff

 Austria had been some sort of dream—the daily warm meal and hot showers seemed to be too good to be true. Yet, here you were, hands gripping the splintered wood of the old dock, swinging your legs to just barely graze the surface of the water below. The sky had turned pink and orange as the sun had made her way down, bringing forth the moon rising from behind the mountains. Your shoes and socks were somewhere further up the dock, your mind too focused on the coolness bringing small goosebumps up your bare legs, trousers rolled to your calves.

 "This is where you've been hidin' all night?" a soft voice asked, footsteps accompanying Shifty's voice as he made his way down the dock. You looked up, finding Darrell haloed by the wind-blewn trees and waking stars. You gave a lopsided grin and nodded, offering your hand to the sharpshooter. For a man who always wielded a rifle, the pads of his fingers were smooth, and soft. He carefully plopped down next to you, your thighs pressed together. Soon enough he was tossing his shoes and socks behind him just as you had, propping his legs up to roll his pants to match yours. His feet met the water and he let out a content sigh. "Found yourself a pretty spot, huh?" The Virginia asked.

 You nodded. "Sure did, Shift. All the boys are being too loud." you stated, looking to what he had gripped in his hand. A bottle of champagne, no doubt some lavish brand some Kraut had been waiting to pop when they won the war—but tonight, it was their victory. "Whatcha got there, Shift?" Darrell looked down to his hand and grinned, shrugging before offering it up to you. The label was a different language, you suspected French. "Where did you manage to find this?"

 You hummed, thumb pressing against the cork until it popped loudly, causing both of you to jump before turning to one another with giddy grins. You took a long swing before wiping your mouth, "here's to our alcoholic intelligence officer—and his ability to choose the good stuff."

 Shifty takes the bottle from you by its neck, tipping it into his own mouth. "Here's to him," he agreed, grimacing at the taste. Shifty's face twisted, causing you to let out a laugh, while Shifty grinned proudly. You nursed the bottle once more and drank from it once more before laying on the dock, legs hanging over. Darrell followed your movements, readjusting to get his shoulder flush against yours. He unashamedly lopped his head to the side to stare at you, your eyes fluttering shut, glowing from the sun. The hard war was evident in your tired eyes and silver scars, but Shifty thought you had never looked to gorgeous.

 "You're starin', Powers." your comment is accompanied with an amused glance at him, head falling to meet his gaze. He only hums in response, smiling with his rosy, sun-loved cheeks. "Do I have something on my face?"

 Shifty is shaking his head slowly. "No," he states shortly, grinning that smile that had gone into hiding since stepping into the Ardennes—the endless months in a permanent winter had hardened even the softest of soldiers, Shifty Powers included. Every now and again, you got him to give that little smile, hidden behind a scarf, only for you to see. But, here on this dock, it was on full display. "It's just you and me, so I get to stare all I want."

 You're cocking your head to the side and pushing yourself up to stand, brows furrowed. "Is that so?" you ask, looking down at him. Shifty is following your movements as he gives a confident nod. "And why is that?"

 He smiles again. "No distractions. No questions. No possible gunfire. Just me and you." You're inching closer with each of his words, his arms snaking around your waist and pulling you closer. "Now I can tell you how pretty I think you are." He's giddy as he says this, looking like a little kid on Christmas. You can't help but blush pink, shaking your head.

 "Was I not pretty enough in Bastogne?" you tease. Shifty is rolling his eyes playfully, shaking his head and tutting.

 He's pushing hair behind your ear. "You're always pretty. But now I don't got no competition—no one around to try and take you from this moment. Just you and me?"

 You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down closer and closer. "So," you trail off. "What are you gonna do now that it's just you and me?"

 Shifty grins. "Well, I'd like to kiss you."

 You laugh. "Kiss me, Darrell."

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Paper Rings

This lovely request came from the even more lovely @ronsparky. Jess I hope this is a hat you had in mind. I hope you enjoy it! Pairings: Shifty Powers x f!reader Warnings: implied sexual images

Shifty had always welcomed the sunrise, the golden light streaming through the window bringing forth a new day. He’d always admired how the greens and blues had disappeared into vibrant oranges and yellows. He always felt as though it embraced the sky like long-lost lovers torn apart by the night.

The warm body beside him reminded him of the safety of being home. No longer stuck in a foxhole somewhere, cold and unwanted. He felt safe and loved and as the sunlight trickled through the curtains, casting shadowy glows across her face, Shifty knew he had found his home.

Fingers trailing in feather-like touches across her face made Y/n scrunch up her nose and stir from her dreamless sleep. Shifty smiled down at her, his rosy cheeks and boyish good looks seemed to be highlighted by the early morning sun.

“Good morning Sleeping Beauty,” Shifty’s lips brushed against her own and Y/n couldn’t help the smile that grew on her own face.

“Good morning Handsome.”

“Did you sleep well?” Shifty asked, sitting up on his knees expectantly like a puppy waiting for his master to get up and start their day.

“I did thank you,” Jess yawned, stretching her arms up to wrap around Shifty’s neck and pulling him back down towards her. “I slept very well.”

Shifty grinned from ear to ear, his hands once again finding their home on her hips, rubbing gently at the bruises that had formed overnight.

“I’m sorry. Was I too rough?” Shifty fretted as his eyes followed the purple marks adorning her curves.

“No, Darrell, please. It’s okay I’m not that fragile,” she laughed, stroking his face fondly. “You were perfect.”

Shifty felt the heat growing on his cheeks and he tried to bury his face in his wife’s chest but the cool metal against his skin stopped him.

Y/n hand ran down his chest, her cool wedding ring caused Shifty to shiver, picking up his wife’s hand to admire the jewellery.

“I can’t believe you’re actually mine.”

Y/n blushed under her husband's gaze, “And I cannot believe you are mine.”

Shifty smiled, placing his lips on the palm of her hand. “You know, I loved the ceremony and I’m glad all our friends and family were there but I’d have married you even if it was just the two of us in threadbare clothes, in a field, with paper rings,” he admitted, kissing her forehead once more. “Because I don’t care where I am as long as you are with me.”

Y/n chuckled, unable to comprehend how soft her husband was, “You are such a softie.”

“But I’m your softie,” Shifty replied, grabbing onto his wife’s hand and pulling her into his lap, his lips brushing against the soft skin of her throat, his teeth grazing it slightly causing Y/n to gasp. Shifty’s hands found their way to her hips, pulling her even closer and groaning when her thigh brushed against his lap.

“You're going to be the death of me, my Love,” Shifty moved her so she sat sideways, lead in his arms.

“Now don’t go dying on me now, Powers. I’ve only just tied you down,” Y/n jested, smoothing down the ruffled hair on his head.

“There’s no fear of that,” Shifty chuckled, “I’m not going anywhere.”

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Girls, Girls, Girls: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: You run into the witch Rowena who is taking recruits for her coven, and it doesn't go exactly to plan.

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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Dean asks to talk to the waiter who was involved in the death of the man whether he did it or just witnessed it, that's what he's here to find out. Sam stays outside to make a few phone calls so it's just you and Dean together.

"In the middle of my shift, Marty is falling down, clutching his head, and stroking out right there on the floor. He was sweating and turning red like..."

"Like his brains were boiling?" The waiter nods. "Was there anything else unusual?"

"More unusual than our head waiter dropping dead in front of me?"

"Before that."

"I don't know, I mean I thought getting two hookers in here was pretty damn unusual, but that was before Marty keeled over."

"Two hookers?"

"Based on what they were wearing, yeah."

"Were they alone?" Dean asks.

"No. They came in with a lady."

"Thank you for your time." You and Dean leave the restaurant and join Sam's side who just got off the phone. "So, it looks like our witch was here with two new friends."

"Really? Raul's girls? What does she want with them?"

"I don't know. What'd you get from the Hunter network?"

"This guy Darrell's been working a case, a series of grisly hotel murders with one at the Kensington and another at the Waldorf in Cleveland. Bodies are stabbed and impaled on the ceiling."

"Sounds a little more homicidal maniac than witchy."

"That's what Darrell thought, too, until the autopsy came back. The actual cause of death is boiled brains, the same as our waiter."

"Well, I'll give this to the witch, she's got deep pockets. The Kensington, the Waldorf, and this restaurant? That can't be cheap," Dean scoffs.

"Yeah, let's go."

"Where are we going?" you ask.

"To check out every five-star hotel in the area."

The first two hotels were a bust but the third one seems to be right up the witch's alley. You're not even sure what you're supposed to be looking for because you have no idea what this witch looks like or if she's even here anymore. Still, Sam and Dean insist on roaming the halls until they run into something witchy.

You turn the corner and see four women on the other end of the hallway. The shorter one, the redhead, has tape over her mouth and is being escorted by someone who doesn't care if she's being aggressive or not. If you had to guess, Blondie is a demon and the redhead is Rowena. The other two girls, you're not sure who they are, but they might be Raul's girls if they're dressed like prostitutes.

"You're in for a world of hurt when we deliver you to our boss," Blondie says.

"What about us? I'm not going back to that place," one of the prostitutes says.

"Operation Skank has been terminated. The only place you two are going is the dumpster out back."

The demon faces forward and sees you, Sam, and Dean. The brothers don't give her a chance to attack because Dean is already stabbing her with an angel blade. She yells out in pain and falls to the ground, and Rowena takes her girls and scurries back to avoid the line of fire. Two more demons come in as if they were waiting around the corner, giving Sam and Dean no break between fights. You don't care about this fight so you let them handle it. You step around the fight and continue towards Rowena who has removed the duct tape.

"I've read about witches like you. You're trash and pretty useless without herbs and a spell book."

Sam and Dean kill the final demon and watch you with Rowena.

"What do you know about witchcraft?" she drawls in an Irish accent.

"Have you heard of the Sapphire Witch?" you smirk.

All the blood drains from her face and she becomes rigid. She is a very powerful witch, if not the most powerful one, but there is one witch who surpasses her in every way. The Sapphire Witch. She's heard about them but has never had the pleasure of meeting one in person. For a split second, you see fear in her eyes, and that brings you so much joy knowing she is scared of what you can do--what you have done.

"Ladies, the fourth kind of witch is one who can disrupt the timeline and reality. Witches that don't need spells and herbs," Rowena says to her girls.

"What, are you afraid?" you smirk and step forward.

She visually flinches back, expecting her to be blasted back into the wall. She watches you with careful eyes until she turns her fear into confusion.

"Well? Aren't you going to hit me with your best shot?" You don't answer her but you do narrow your eyes slightly. She starts to laugh knowing you're no threat to her. "You can't, can you?" Again, silence. "Some witch you are."

"Who are these guys?" one of her girls asks.

"Hunters. Let's get out of here."

"Don't worry, ladies. Our beef's not with you. We're here for the witch. Rowena," Dean glares and joins your side.

"Always nice to be recognized," she smirks.

"Do something!" one of her girls urges.

"That's an excellent idea." She grabs a hex bag she always keeps on herself and places it into the hands of one of the girls. "Impetus bestiarum."

The girl who was given the hex bag doubles over in pain and screams.

"What did you do to her?" Dean asks.

Rowena only laughs just as the girl lifts her head up. Her eyes are red and blood is dripping down her nose. She snarls hungrily and punches Dean in the head, and then Sam. Amid the chaos, Rowena and the other girl escape past you. You could stay and help Sam and Dean or you can go after Rowena who is pissing you off.

You choose the latter.

"Go after her!" Sam says. "I can handle her."

You go after Rowena with Dean following behind you and Sam still in the hallway with the rageful girl. You walk into the alley behind the hotel just in time to see the girl punch Rowena in the face. She must be tired of her shit because she walks away, scott-free. You approach her from behind with your gun out, and she takes out a hex bag to use on the woman. Before she can say anything, you place the barrel of your gun on the back of her head.

"Witch or not, I bet you won't survive a bullet to the brain."

Rowena freezes and turns around to see you and Dean with both your guns pointed at her.

"Lady, your luck has just run out," Dean says.

Her eyes move from the two of you to someone behind Dean.

"I'm pretty sure that's not true," she laughs.

A gun is placed on the back of Dean's head, and he freezes in his spot. The man holding the gun whistles at Dean who turns to face him. You vaguely remember who this man is. His name might be Cole? Cody? He's been obsessed with Dean and trying to kill him. You're not sure why nor do you care, but he's here now which is a problem.

"Pal, we got to work on your timing," Dean sighs.

"Drop the gun, Dean-o."

"She may not look like much, but letting this one go is a big mistake."

"Drop. The. Gun."

"You heard the boy," Rowena smirks.

Dean has no choice but to drop his gun but you still have yours trained on Rowena. She diffused one of you, now she can focus on you.

"Do not let her go, Y/N," Dean warns.

You keep your eyes trained on Rowena but think about Dean's words. He wants you to kill her. He wants you to hold her hostage. He would absolutely hate it if you were to let her go.

"You were right, Rowena. I don't have access to my magic. I was the Sapphire Witch once but now she is dead. Why don't you go and spread that word around? You'd be doing me a favor."

"Gladly."

"Y/N," Dean says in a warning tone.

You lower your gun and toss it to the ground where Dean's is.

"Get the hell out of here before I change my mind."

Rowena blows a kiss at Dean before she leaves. You walk over to a broken-down car and sit on the hood as you watch Dean and Cole in their standoff. Dean will deal with you later but right now, he has Cole.

"Look, man, I am sorry about the last time we met, okay? I'm sorry about a lot of things. I'm not the same person that I was."

"You're not a person at all. See, I know all about your kind now."

"My kind? Listen--" Cole throws holy water in Dean's face expecting his skin to sizzle. However, he's confused when nothing happens. "I'm not a demon anymore."

"So, were you a demon when you murdered my father?"

"No."

"Then you're still a monster."

Cole hits Dean in the face with his gun, and even though Dean takes the punch, he grabs Cole's hand to get the gun. You would help your husband out but you're kind of curious to see how this will end. Dean manages to get the gun and throw it on the ground, and he punches Cole in the face to put some distance between them.

"Let's go," Cole says and raises his hand, ready to fight.

The two men run at each other but Dean is more skilled than Cole. Cole tries to hit him but Dean blocks his attacks easily. Dean grabs his legs and throws Cole to the ground right next to the discarded guns. Cole tries to reach for his gun but Dean kicks the gun away.

"Come on, Cole! Beat his ass!" you yell. Dean ignores you as he grabs his own gun and points it at Cole. "Boo. This is boring. If you're not going to beat his ass, then at least kill him."

"Shut up," Dean hisses at you.

"What are you waiting for? Do it," Cole glares.

"No. Now, I'm gonna clean this mess up once and for all. You're gonna give me five minutes and we're gonna talk. Get up." Cole does. "After that, if you don't like what you hear," Dean turns his gun so that the handle is facing Cole, "and you still want me dead, you take your shot." Cole takes the gun and points it at Dean. "What I do is hunt monsters. Your dad, Cole, was a monster."

"Yeah, you say that now, but the last time we fought, you couldn't even remember his name."

"Ed Trenton. 2003. Nyack, New York. I was working a case. Three dead with livers ripped out and eaten by your father."

"Livers?"

"Yeah, I tracked him down that night to your house."

"You say he was a monster? What kind of monster was he?"

"I don't know. I've never seen that kind before and have never seen it again. All I know is that he came home that night looking to kill. It could've been you and could've been your mom. The only reason that didn't happen is because I was there to stop him."

"I heard his voice. It was a human voice, and he begged you to stop!" Cole yells emotionally.

"It's a ploy. It's a monster's trick. I know what you heard, but know this, that was not your father, Cole. Your father was already gone."

Sam is done dealing with the rabid woman and finds you three outside. He raises his gun at Cole from behind, and Dean immediately tries to shut that down.

"Put it down. Sam, put it down!"

Cole turns around to face Sam, and he points the gun at him.

"Shoot him, Sam," you urge. "He was gonna kill your brother."

"Put it down, Sam!"

"Shoot him, Sam!"

Dean reaches into his pocket and presses the remote that controls the thing in your neck. Your entire body goes rigid, and you slide off the car as high volts of electricity course through your veins. Dean leaves the device running while he deals with this situation.

"Sam, I have got this handled. Put it down."

Sam lowers his gun but is on standby if his brother needs it. Cole turns back to Dean once he knows Sam isn't going to be a problem.

"Cole, hey, right here. We're talking, okay?"

"How can I believe you, huh? How can I believe you?!" Cole shouts.

"I get it. That was your story. Look, man, I got one of those, too. Okay, but those stories that we tell to keep us going? Man, sometimes they blind us. They take us to dark places--the kind of place where I might beat the shit out of a good man just for the fun of it. The people who love me pulled me back from that edge. Once you touch that darkness, it never goes away. Now, the truth is I'm past saving. I know how my story ends. It's at the edge of a blade or the barrel of a gun. So, the question is, is that gonna be today? Is that gonna be that gun?"

"You've got a family, Cole," Sam adds and walks closer. "I heard you on the phone that night. I'm guessing they need you to come back, and they need you to come back whole."

Cole is sobbing but hands the gun back to Dean who disables it. He needs time to think so he leaves once he assures Sam and Dean he isn't going to do anything stupid. 

"What happened to Rowena?" Sam asks.

"In the wind. Because of this one," Dean says and points to you.

"What you said earlier, back there, about being past saving, were you really...?"

"I was just telling the guy what he needed to hear." Dean walks over to you and turns the remote off. You gasp in pain and shake from the aftershock. "We need to deal with this one first."

"I'm gonna kill you," you bark out.

"Into the dungeon, you go. You've been a bad girl."

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Run2u - Shifty Powers

Description: When a valentines date goes wrong, your bestfriend, Shifty can always make it better

(Shifty x female reader)

*based of the song ‘run2u’ by Stayc*

Word count: 3362

Genre: Fluff, a tiny bit of angst

Warnings : vulgar language, a tiny bit of name calling, and douchbags .

Masterlist <3

(Modern AU)

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“I'll cross the line over and over. It's okay if I get hurt, I'll run to you~”

You look at yourself in the mirror one more time, examining your features, checking for any mistakes in your makeup or any flyaways in your hair.

For some context, It was Valentine’s day and you agreed to go on a date with a boy, Jake from one of your semenars in school.

He was a sweet boy really. He was nice, funny and always gave you the homework answers when you needed them, but he wasn’t the one person you had intended on spending Valentine’s day with.

But your bestfriend and roommate, Shifty, always caught your eye instead.

Even as little kids you were head over hills for the sweet boy. Whether it’d be playing in the forest, or telling off bullies in school ~ You were still smitten with Shifty.

He never noticed though, despite your best efforts of flirting over the years. You never minded though, just getting to be best friends with him was enough for you.

As kids, you guys continued to hangout almost everyday, spending any free time you had together, but once fall rolled around and it was time for you and Shifty to begin high school, everything had changed.

Shifty always showed his southern hospitality to everyone at your school. regularly saying hello to people in the halls, helping teachers with their bags, and was one of the star athletes on the football field. He, of course, quickly became popular with many new friends and often smitten by the popular girls.

You on the other, not so much. You stuck to a couple of your other friends and art, But your eccentric and rebellious style often led to the occasional teasing and harsh rumors against you.

Adjusting into different friend groups, getting into relationships, hobbies, and sports made it hard to see your best friend anymore.

And with overtime, You had thought that maybe your feelings for Shifty had subsided. Finally coming to terms with the thought that he probably wasn’t interested in you the way you were interested in him.

Until, he asked you to be his roommate for college, when he found out you guys were both accepted into the same uni, only a month before graduating.

You agreed and you both started hanging out more and more just like old times.

Eventually all of those feelings that you had for Darrell in the past had started coming back to you, for good this time.

Now living with him and seeing him everyday, It made it ten times harder for you to hide your feelings around him.

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You finally walk out of the bathroom door into your room. making way towards your bed, which laid your beautiful black dress you’d picked out for tonight.

You put your dress on and took a spin in the mirror. Somehow you wished that it was Shifty you were spending Valentine’s day with, and not Jake.

When you two were in the kitchen earlier this morning, Darrell had brought up Valentines plans and you thought it would be the perfect time to bring up Jake.

“So Shifty guess what?” You said sitting in the dining room table, eating a bowl of cereal.

“what’s on your mind y/n?” He said with a bright smile looking up from the orange he was peeling.

“I got asked out today, I’m finally going to have a Valentine’s date after all these years!” you said walking towards the boy. “isn’t that great!?”

Shifty stopped peeling his orange, looking up at you.

“Really y/n? well that’s great, really” He looking at you, with almost a bittersweet smile. Then quickly going back to his orange.

You looked at him confused. Something had changed in his demeanor when you brought up your new date.

He continued peeling his orange with a blank expression on his face.

“well what about you shift, what are your plans for valentines?”

“oh nothin really, i’ll just be here y’know, maybe go out with some friends.” He said not taking his eyes from the orange.

“Oh okay, well when I get back we can watch plenty of movies! it’ll be your pick tonight!”

“Of course y/n. Good luck on your date tonight. I’m really happy for you.” He looked up at you with a sullen look on his face. Before taking his orange and walking off to his room.

It was definitely an odd encounter between you two but you didn’t question it. You just assumed that he isn’t used to you going out on dates and that was the reason behind his off behavior.

You go into your closet, looking for the perfect pair of heels that would go with your pretty dress.

You find some simple black heels, that aren’t too high and would go perfect with your dress.

You look in the mirror one last time before you grab your phone and purse and start to walk out of the bedroom door.

As you’re walking out you hear a text notification coming from your phone.

“I’ll be there in 5, be ready”You text back an okay and shut your door.

You walk out in the living room to see a concentrated Shifty playing his game.

“How do I look Shift?”

He quickly pauses his game on the tv and sits up from his spot on the couch.

“Wow, Y/n. y-you look amazing” He says, Looking you up and down respectfully.

“Thanks shift, you always know how to make me blush”

He smiled at your comment then looked back down again, as if he was trying to find the words he wanted to say. “Jake is one lucky man”

“Thanks Shifty, I’ll be back before you know it!” You smiled back to him.

Right then you hear the doorbell ring.

“I will, be safe y/n and if you need me just call.” He said walking you up towards the door.

“ I will, bye shifty!” You open the door, to see a nervous Jake, scratching the back of his neck and looking towards the drive way.

“Hiya y/n. You ready?” He quickly puts his hand down from his neck and moves it towards you, waiting for you to grab his hand.

you gladly accept and head out the door on the way to his car.

~

It was almost towards the end of the date with Jake. He took you to a nice restaurant downtown.

It was okay so far, He didn’t ask really any first date questions, or any questions at all.

He seemed more interested in talking about himself and what he was up to, but you were alright with it, never being much of a talker yourself.

“So again, That’s how me and my friends Didn’t get caught stealing that stop sign” He boasted on about yet another story of his.

He noticed you looking in the distance, watching the rain start to pick up from outside.

“Are you even listening to me?” He put put down his fork and grabbed onto his glass of champagne.

“Yea, yes I am” You said looking back towards him with a grin.

“Alright well, are you almost ready to leave, maybe go somewhere quieter than here” He said looking at you with a charming smirk.

You gave him a timid “sure” before you guys headed on your way.

Once you guys were finally on the road, He finally starts asking basic ‘get to know you’ questions, As you start to tell him about your hometown, you feel jakes free hand slowly creep up your thigh.

“Jake, What are you doing?” You gave an unsure look his way.

“Oh nothing doll, Can I not touch a darling like you?” He asks with a chuckle. Squeezing your thigh before going up further under your dress to your panty line.

You start feeling uncomfortable by his gesture, wishing for him to stop, “Jake quit.”

“quit what, darling?” You try to pull his hand off of your inner thigh but he doesn’t budge.

“Get you hands off me!” You raise your voice slightly, You push his hand as hard as you can.

You get a scoff return from Jake as he pushes his hand back to the steering wheel, shaking his head, almost as if he was embarrassed that he was turned down.

“Take me home, now.” You say facing the passenger window, refusing to look at him.

“Whatever” He replies, keeping his eyes on the road.

“bitch” you hear him mutter under his breath.

“What did you just say?” You grit your teeth in anger.

“Nothing, y/n, I said nothing” He said clenching his jaw and continuing his eyes on the road.

You could feel tears in your eyes starting to form. Why, out of all nights this had to happen?

The rest of the car ride was silent, except for the heavy rain that starting coming down onto the car.

Finally, in what you thought took forever, You could see him slowly pulling up to the front of your house.

“Get out” He spat out at you. You could hear the irritation in his voice but just ignored it.

“Trust me, I am” You replied, rolling your eyes.

You gathered all of your belongings in the car before heading out of the car into the rain.

“Thanks a lot for wasting my night, bitch” Jake yelled out to you before driving off recklessly.

You start to feel your throat close up and your eyes cloud with those familiar tears from earlier.

You let out all of your emotions right there in the drive way of your house. How could you be so stupid to go out with him?

Why did he feel the need to call you a bitch and what were his intentions with you anyway? Your head starts to load with these unwanted thoughts.

“Y/n?” you hear a voice come from the porch, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You turn your head to see a concerned looking shifty standing in the door way of your shared home. Only being able to make out little parts of his features in the darkness and rain.

You see him close the door for a second, only for him to turn the porch light on and get what looks to be a rain coat from the rack by the door.

“C‘mon let’s get inside y/n, you’re gonna get sick.” He says stepping out of the house and towards you.

He examines the features on your face, noticing your runny mascara, red eyes, and tear stained cheeks.

You quickly look down, trying to hide your face from the sweet boy, not wanting him to see you like this.

“Are you alright, darlin?” He said, lifting your chin up with his calloused but soft fingers.

You look up at him, meeting his eyes.

You felt his hand move up to your cheek, caressing it lightly. “Tell me what happened, honey”

“He was a douchebag, and It was just horrible Darrell.” You started to cry again.

“Hey, hey it’s okay” He said wrapping you in his arms. Holding you tight from all of the pain you endured this evening.

“Here take this” He grabbed the coat and started to wrap it around you. You noticed his soft but focused features. You couldn’t help but notice how good he looks in the rain.

“What?” He grinned, looking back at you once he wrapped you up the in coat. He caught you staring.

“Nothing, Shift.” You said still staring at him dreamily, and once again, he really did look nice in the rain.

He observed the way you looked at him. You could see his body shift, noticing his cheeks and ears go blood red.

“y-y/n let’s go inside where it’s warm. We can talk more about it if you want to inside.”

He gently grabbed your arm and led you up the porch and into the house.

Once you to got inside he took the coat off of you and replaced it with a nice blanket.

“Go sit down and warm up, i’ll go make some hot chocolate for you, a-alright?” He hurried to the kitchen to fix you up a nice drink.

When he came back into the living room he sat down and handed you your hot chocolate and a water bottle just in case you needed something else to drink with the warm beverage.

“Tell me what happened darlin. I m-mean only if you want to, no pressure” He started to explain himself.

“It’s alright Shifty. I’ll tell you what happened.”

You started onto the story of what happened from the beginning to the end as he listened to your words carefully.

As you started to tell him what happened in the car you could see his face harden and his jaw clench at your words. It was rare to see Darrell angry, but when he was, it was almost scary.

You could feel yourself choke up on your words, tears ready to spill again at any moment.

“So that’s what happened shift. That’s why i’m crying. ” You tried slowing down your tears. Holding the blanket closer to you, searching for comfort in the warmth.

“That guy, i-imma get him. No man should treat a little lady like that. Especially you, y/n.” He got up, ready to set out and look for the boy that made his y/n cry.

“Darrell wait, please just stay with me. He ain’t worth it. ” You looked up at him with your glassy doe eyes. His expression softening after your eyes met his.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. That guy’s a real jerk, he doesn’t deserve a pretty girl like you” He sat back down and rubbed your back lightly.

You think your heart skipped a couple beats when he said that. He called you pretty?

“Thank you shift. I don’t think he deserved me either” You said pausing, before taking a leap of faith. “But I could think of someone who does”

“Who y/n? He must be somethin” Shifty replied, leaning forwards to grab his hot chocolate.

“Would you like to know who it is Shifty?” You grabbed his arm, making him set his mug down and lean back into the couch.

“Who is it y-you like y/n? Tab? Chuck? Just tell me.” He looked at you with curious eyes. It seemed as if he needed to know you answer more than you did.

“But if I tell you nothing will change, right?” You ask him.

“Just spit it out y/n/n”

You thought about the words you were about to say. You might not ever get the chance to tell him how you feel, so now would be the best time to live in the moment.

“I like you Darrell.. Ever since we were kids i’ve liked you. It’s always been you who I run to.” You finish. Looking for any expressions on his face, Looking for any signs that he might just want you back.

You waited for a response. Shifty sat there with a blank expression, in shock. He didn’t know what to say to you.

“Shifty, say something please” You plead in a soft whisper, feeling your voice go weak and your throat close up.

This was one of your worst fears

That the relationship between you and shifty was unrequited and that he had never liked you.

You look at him one last time before standing up and walking fast out of the front door, slamming the it shut.

As you hear the door close, you slowly sink to the porch floor, feeling your knees go out as you finally let out all of your held in emotions.

Today has been so draining for you, and the last thing you needed was this.

Shifty had always been such a big part in your life. Your first crush, your first friend. Losing him would almost be like losing a part of yourself, and you couldn’t let that happen.

“Y/n?” You hear a soft voice open the door.

Knowing the familiar voice and scared to hear what he might have to say, you get up and start to walk away from him into the rain.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t- I didn’t mean to leave you hanging in there. I j-just didn’t know what to say. I’m just sorry y/n” You see him shutting the door and following after you into the rain.

“It’s okay, Shift. I get it” You stare at your feet blankly. You could feel your heart breaking by the second.

You could now notice how much closer he had gotten to you. You examine his soft eyes, it almost looked as if he had tears in his eyes, In this moment, whatever he said could make or break your relationship between him forever.

He takes a step closer towards you, if that was even possible, and puts a few wet strands of hair behind your ear. Looking at you with those same dreamy eyes. You start to feel your mind and heart calm down to its original, peaceful state.

He grabs you softly pulling you into his warm embrace. He holds you tightly, almost as if he could lose you at any second.

You sink into to his chest, hearing his heartbeat in your ear and smelling his woodsy cologne on his shirt.

You take your head away from his chest and look back up at him, before feeling his soft lips melt into yours. In that moment you could feel a hundred thoughts at once, all landing back to him.

You never thought a kiss could have so much emotion and love before until tonight. His kiss was so loving, soft, but passionate all at the same time, something you could definitely get used to.

As the kiss continued, you could feel him sigh into your mouth as a sign of relief, before coming back up for air.

You both stepped back to look at each other. From your previous position before he hugged you.

“I always thought you were just joking, no way did I ever think you actually liked me y/n. If so, I would’ve asked you out in a heartbeat” You hear him speak his feelings to you , in a whisper like voice.

You couldn’t believe your ears, all of this just seemed too perfect. You would have never believed, in a million years that the Shifty Powers had liked you all along and never once told you.

“So, I’m sorry y/n, ” He starts back up to his confession.

“b-but It’s always been you” He takes his hand and pets your cheek softly.

You were so happy, you could almost cry. You scold yourself for never thinking you had a chance with him in the first place.

“so Shifty… Now that I know you feel the same. Will you be my Valentines?” You tilt your head at him curiously.

“Of course” He replies back to you with a soft smile, before going back to kiss your cheek.

You smirk to yourself then look at him, “It’s crazy.”

Kissing Shifty in the rain would be nothing little of a dream come true for you, but here you are.

“What is?” He questions, noticing the smirk on your face.

“us, you and me in the rain confessing our feelings for one another.” You start to laugh again.

“You’re right, I thought they only saved this stuff for the movies.” You hear him chuckle.

“Good thing you’re wrong” You say, admiring his wet features in the rain.

“Let’s go inside, then we can start are Valentines evening, Darling” He takes your hand and leads you back to the house.

Tonight was definitely a roller coaster ride of emotions but in the end it was all worth it, and this Valentine’s day was definitely one for the books.

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A/n : Hiii I hope everyone likes this post!! I really challenged myself with this one and this imagine is just sooo cute!! - Mac <3

[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).

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🎵 / shifty powers please! :D

You got Shifty + Can’t Help Falling in Love by Kina Grannis! I hope you enjoy, love!

Shall I stay? Would it be a sin? If I can’t help falling in love with you

“Oh, that was wonderful!” you sighed into the warm night. “I could have danced until morning!”

He chuckled. “When would you sleep?”

You giggled. Classic Shifty, worried about you taking care of yourself. You supposed that would make him a good soldier to his comrades, as he would always look out for them. But you didn’t want to think about that now. Not on his last night before basic training. Especially after the town had just thrown such an incredible dance for all the young men shipping out. You needed to ride that high just a little longer, and you guessed he did too.

You continued down the sidewalk together toward your home. When Shifty took your hand, you looked back on the last few months of dating him, and your smile widened. Which should have been impossible since your cheeks were aching from the joy you’d shared all night. 

You’d moved to this small town to escape your family, and you knew they’d never suspect you went there. In your first week, you met Shifty Powers, and he’d bashfully asked you to dinner. You thought it was to be an intimate dinner, so when he brought you home to his mother’s house, you were shocked. But his family was as kind and warm as you could ever imagine, and they welcomed you. His mother even joked she was impressed that a girl as pretty as you liked her Darrell. But you did like him. As you continued to see him, you liked him even more. The first time he kissed you, you knew that this was the man who would be your husband one day. 

You stopped together at your front door. He leaned down and placed a chaste kiss to your lips. You hummed with contentment, but your heart begged for more. 

“Goodnight, darlin’,” he said sweetly. 

You held his gaze, and could not deny it any longer. 

“I love you,” you blurted out.

He blinked, taken aback. “Y-you do?”

You nodded, heat pooling in your belly and rising to your cheeks. 

“I’m not just saying it because you’re leaving tomorrow, I swear,” you told him. “Really, I love you, Darrell.”

He smiled and looked shyly at the ground before meeting your eyes again. 

“Well, I love you too,” he said. “I can’t help loving you, darlin’.” 

You beamed and pulled him in for another kiss. A deeper, longer kiss that told him just how profoundly you felt it. His arms enclosed you by the waist, and yours coiled around his neck. You only broke apart to breathe. 

“Would you like to come in?” you offered. “And maybe...stay the night?”

It should have been scandalous, but it wasn’t. It didn’t feel wrong to extend that invitation to him.

“Are you sure?” he asked, searching your face for any hesitation, but he found none.

You nodded. “Like I said. I love you. And I’d like to show you just how much.”

He flushed, but did not look away now. He pressed his lips to your forehead.

“Yes, I’ll stay,” he whispered. “But will you promise me something?”

“Anything,” you replied. 

“Marry me when I get home,” he said. 

“You got it,” you said through an elated smile. 

After one more kiss, you took his hand, and led him inside. It didn’t feel like goodbye. It felt like the beginning of forever.

[mrsalwayswrite]

Tipsy Confessions (Darrell “Shifty” Powers x f!Reader)

So based on this post by @problematicfavesareproblematic​ because I love it!  

Warnings: None...just Shifty cuteness. 

Words:3200

Tag list: @happyveday​ @evelynshelby​ @sydney-m​

  He looked down the barrel of his M1 Garand rifle, lining up the sight with the target at the end of the shooting range. The noise of his fellow paratroopers drifted away to blessed silence. There was something for him when lining up his shot, everything else seemed to fade away. The world narrowed down to himself, his rifle and the target. The faint breeze kissed his cheek and made the ends of his hair sway. Shifting the rifle just slightly, he accommodated for the wind. Finally, he was ready. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, hold, squeeze…

 Bang!

 "Nice shot, Shifty."

 Darrell "Shifty" Powers looked up at the target, an almost perfect bullseye, just a little to the left, then over to his friend standing nearby. "Thanks, Popeye."

 "Can we head back now?" Floyd Talbert asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

 "Why? You gotta brush your hair or somethin'?" Popeye Wynn teased. 

 "That's why I get all the dames at the dances and you don't."

 "Come on, lectures will start soon." Smoky Gordon stated good-naturedly, then he pointed at Talbert. "And you owe me a pack of smokes. Told you Shifty could hit the target."

 "You said bullseye, not just hit the target."

 "Well, he did it."

 Talbert grumbled but dug the pack out of his pocket and tossed it to a smirking Gordon. 

 Bang!

 Shifty looked over his shoulder in the direction of the gunshot. He thought they were the only ones there. This was his favorite time to practice since everyone else was either at the mess hall or relaxing in their barracks. Usually he came alone but today Popeye decided to keep him company and then from there Gordon joined them, dragging Talbert along. 

 To his surprise, he saw you a few lanes over, laying on your belly, rifle set in front of you with your finger still on the trigger. The ODs they gave you were just a one or two sizes too big, thus your sleeves and pant legs were rolled up a few times. Somehow you still pulled the look off well. Instead of looking like a child playing dress up in too large clothes, you looked…. well…. good. 

 Talbert gave a low whistle. "She's a good shot, I'll give her that."

 "Even if she arrived with Hitler's head in a sack, Sobel would still hate her." Gordon stated, watching you closely. 

 "And Guarnere."

 Another shot rang out and Shifty would easily admit...he was impressed. Not because you were a dame and knew how to shoot a gun. His mother would string him up sideways for thinking something like that. No, the distance you were shooting at...most of the soldiers did not even try it. Only himself and a few others shot that far with any accuracy. 

 And you were dead on. 

 Finally you stood up, slinging the rifle over your shoulder when you noticed the four men staring at you. He could see the hesitation in your usually guarded expression. You had only joined Easy Company once they arrived in Camp Mackall. Sink thought your connections and resources in Europe would prove invaluable to the paratroopers. Unfortunately, by that point, most of the men had bonded and were not looking to add an outsider...especially a woman. Even worse, you spent most of your time with Intelligence so the men could never get a good read on you. 

 "Hey, doll," Talbert called, a flirtatious smirk lighting up his face, "you going to be a sniper for Easy?"

 You moved a little closer, head held high and shoulders back. “If the need arises...and that's Lieutenant to you, not doll."

 "Yes, ma'am."

 Your gaze moved his way, eyes assessing with just a look that seemed to see more than they let on. "Are you Private Powers?"

 "Ah, everyone calls me Shifty, ma'am."

 "You're an excellent shot. If you have the time, I'd appreciate some pointers from you. I'm better with a pistol."

 He could feel the blush rising on his cheeks. "It's not a problem, ma'am. I'm… I'm not sure how I can help though. You're an excellent shot yourself."

 Your lips turned upward at the corners but you just shrugged. "Thank you, but there's always room to improve."

 "How good are you with a pistol?" Talbert asked, gaze skimming over you. "Think you can hit that target?"

 The target he pointed at was only about five yards away, any paratrooper was expected to hit at that distance. It was almost an insult to think you could not. 

 And the look on your face after he asked...you definitely took it as an insult. 

 Without removing your eyes from Talbert's grinning face, you pulled the pistol off your hip, pointed at the target and unloaded it. 

 Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. 

 "Have a good day, boys. Shifty, I hope we can talk soon." You stated, switching from staring down Talbert to a small smile at Shifty. Then you stomped away, reholstering the pistol, rifle still slung over your shoulder. 

 Shifty's gaze moved to the target and froze. All six shots were in the center of the bullseye...which you had shot at without looking. 

 "Tab, you better not piss her off. She don't even have to look at you to kill you." Popeye japed. 

 Shifty's eyes darted back to your retreating form in awe. He had never met a woman like you before. And damn, if watching you shoot did not do something to him. 

 "Oh, now that's a knockout." He softly said, unable to tear his eyes from you. Never mind him giving you pointers, he wondered what you could teach him! 

 "Yeah, yeah. She can shoot." Tab muttered, turning to head back into camp. 

 "You're just mad she showed more interest in Shifty than you." Gordon joked then screeched when Talbert hit him upside his head. 

 Shifty ignored their taunts as the group walked back towards their barracks. He found you beautiful, any man with eyes could see you were attractive. But watching you shoot, that focused look on your face and the confidence you held...that was going to be a problem for him, he could already tell. 

 Especially with the way he kept having to readjust his pants so the others would not notice the effect you had on him. 

 *****

 "You're starin' again."

 "Mmm?" Shifty blinked, it took a long minute for his friend's words to sink into his brain. When they finally resonated, he practically jumped in his seat, face turning red. "What? No, no, I'm not."

 "You're starin' at her like Perconte when he sees garlic bread." Popeye stated, clearly amused if the shit-eating grin said anything. 

 "What?" Perconte yelled further down the table. 

 "Nothin', Frank! Wasn't talkin' to you!"

 An argument broke out with Perconte demanding to know why Popeye said his name. Shifty only half listened, his gaze drifting back to you across the mess hall. You were facing away from him, talking with some of Easy's officers.

 It had been several weeks since the encounter at the shooting range. Since then whenever you were around, he became a bumbling mess. He stumbled over his words, a blush continuously heated his face, a couple times he tripped when you would casually touch his shoulder or arm. Yet the whole time you were kind and patient with him, ignoring his awkwardness. Or at least he hoped so. A few times the two of you would find the other at the range and shoot together, giving one another pointers or creating silly competitions. It was during this that he realized he was falling for you. 

 Hard.

 Like jumping out of an airplane without a parachute and feeling gravity control one's descent as if that person was just along for the ride. 

 It did not take long for the others to notice how his gaze was always on you when you were nearby. How his brain ceased to function properly as if you were all he could focus on. How he would go out of his way to try and say hi to you every day. The dopey smile on his face when you smiled or laughed, even if you were across the room.

 And thus, the teasing began. 

 One of the more embarrassing moments was when Sobel was leading a strategy practice in the woods, quickly getting everyone killed from his impatience. Shifty, you and two others were forced to be left behind as wounded while everyone else tramped back to the rendezvous point. During those hours of laying in the grass, you and him, lying next to each other, began a quiet, running dialogue telling stories from your lives. Who taught you to shoot, what you were doing before the war, favorite foods, ect.

 Once the four of you were relieved and allowed to return to the rendezvous point, you broke away to return to your separate barracks to clean up. When Shifty returned to 3rd Platoon, they immediately teased him about his rumpled clothing, the grass in his hair and if he remembered to wear a condom when you two….

 He still blushed thinking about some of the graphic things they said. 

 Not that his mind had not enjoyed picking up those images and replaying them in his dreams. 

 *****

 He was drunk. 

 Or at least tipsy. 

 A part of him knew going out was a bad idea. He never drank. Just did not like the taste of beer. It always sat like lead in his gut. But at the moment, he did not care. 

 Easy celebrated the fact that they were moving on from Camp Mackall soon. One step closer to be official paratroopers. One step closer to war. Drinks were flowing, some even found local women to dance with in the bar. Glenn Miller crooned over the radio. Sobel was gone on a forced weekend pass. Everyone was in high spirits. 

 Shifty sat at a table with a few others from Easy, listening to Luz tell some story...and he kept giggling. 

 Giggling! 

 Popeye was giving him an amused side-eye as he sipped his own beer. They all knew Shifty did not drink. Sure, he got teased about it but most respected it. For a very specific reason tonight when someone offered him a beer, he took it. And then another. And another. 

 He felt sort of floaty as he sat there. Everything was funny. His head was spinning slightly but it did not ache. That was good, right? He could still see straight...mostly. He was beginning to see why the others drank often.

 When he looked around the bar, he finally spotted what had made him start drinking. You reclined at a table talking to Lt Winters and Lt Nixon, which was unsurprising. What was different was the dress you wore. It molded to you in sinful ways and dear God! he almost swallowed his tongue when you walked into the bar. Between that dress, the red lipstick and victory rolls in your hair, he swore even sunrises were jealous of your beauty. Others definitely noticed, a few buying you drinks but you refused to dance with anyone. A comradery had finally developed between you and the men of Easy, most accepted your presence and the intelligence you provided. Plus, your marksmanship added points and willingness to take the brunt of Sobel's verbal abuse. 

 You laughed at something Nixon said, head tipped back and a hand on your chest. A sappy smile grew on Shifty's face as he watched your joy radiate. He loved seeing you smile and laugh. Even if he was not the cause of it, he liked you being happy. You had the ability to make even the gloomiest day seem like the peak of summer sunshine. 

 Excusing yourself from the table, you started towards the outside door. With a bright smile, you redirected slightly and stopped at his table before passing it. 

 "You boys having a good time?"

 A chorus of "yeahs" answered from those around. 

 "So, when are you going to admit you're in love with me?" Talbert asked, cigarette between his lips. Over the past weeks, he shamelessly flirted with you, even more than Luz but everyone knew it was done jokingly and when superior officers were not around. 

 "Mmm...the same time Sobel admits he has a hidden stash of pornography in his footlocker."

 Malarkey's chair dropped back down onto its four legs as he gaped at you. "And how in the hell would you know that?"

 You just winked. "Well, I'm off. Have a good evening, boys."

 As you stepped away, Shifty found himself stumbling to his feet to catch up. "Y/n, ma'am."

 You stopped, turning to watch him as he approached your side. There was no plan, no rationale in his following you. It was almost instinctual. He wanted to be near you...to hear you laugh again...be graced with one of your brilliant smiles. Now though, as you stood in front of him, waiting for him to speak, his brain sluggishly tried to come up with a reason for him to be near you. 

 "I'll walk you back if you like. It’s...you...you shouldn't walk 'round alone none." His words tumbled out, somewhat coherently in his rush so he was not just awkwardly staring at you. 

 You smiled, your face lighting up. "Thanks, Shifty."

 A giggle escaped him and he practically felt his heart splatter on the floor at your feet. You were so beautiful and looking at you made him feel warm inside. Or was that the alcohol? 

 A few wolf whistles follow you both out but he did not pay attention. He floated walking next to you...or felt like he did. He was unsure. His boots caught on a rock and he stumbled faintly but tried to play it off. For some reason the ground swayed just enough under his feet. It reminded him of the floating dock in the next town over from his home, how it was stable yet unsteady. The stars were really pretty tonight. Not as pretty as you. Oops...he stumbled again and a giggle slipped out. 

 "Are you well?" 

 "Ah?" He looked over at you, your eyebrows furrowed and eyes scanning him as if for an injury. "Yes, yes." He giggled out. Why would he be injured? No more Currahee! 

 And then he tripped, almost landing on his face if you had not caught his arm. 

 "Stop. Stop. Look at me." You moved to stand in front of him, placing your hands on his chest to hold him still. 

 Your touch sent an electric current through him. It sharpened the warmth of your hands on his chest, how good they felt there. How your breath ghosted over his face as you peered at him. How close your bodies were. No one could ever compare to you. His feelings, his affections, bubbled up inside of him like a champagne bottle after being shaken, threatening to explode. 

 But he could not say anything. No! It would be wrong. So wrong. Not right. You were a superior officer...and... just incredible. 

 "Shifty, are you-"

 "I like you. " He suddenly blurted out. The cork of the champagne bottle finally popping off. 

 You tipped your head to the side, watching him. Your hands still on his chest, still so close to him. Your eyes seemed to draw him in and he did not have the strength to escape their current, pulling secrets and truths from him. 

 Before he could stop it, his mouth disconnected from his brain and went on autopilot. Secrets and thoughts spilled out he had never told anyone. "I think youse beautiful and strong and an amazin' shot...and... I like you but not like...I like Popeye or Gordon or Lipton, no. I like-like you... like I want to kiss you and hear you laugh. But I can't tell you cos youse an officer and you would just laugh at me. I love watchin' you shoot. Rogers says you have a great ass but that don't matter to me cos, well truth is, I think I--"

 You slapped a hand over his mouth, clogging the outpouring of words. "Are you drunk?"

 He shook his head then changed his mind and nodded. Christ, he hoped he was drunk. Maybe you would ignore his ramblings then. Oh, what had he done? What happened? If he suddenly sprinted away, could he somehow hide from you for the rest of the war and he could pretend this never happened? 

 "Right. Here's what we are going to do." You tapped his chest with your pointer finger, drawing his attention back to you and ceasing his inner panic. "I am going to walk you to your barracks so you can sleep this off. After everything you just said, if you still feel this way in the morning, I want you to tell me all this when you are sober. Since I like-like you too. If not, then you owe me breakfast in exchange for my silence, jerk, and we'll never speak of this again." You smiled, other hand still on his mouth. "Nod if you agree."

 He did not think he ever agreed to anything so quickly in his entire life. 

 "Good, let's get you back now." You pulled your hand away from his mouth and slipped it around his arm. Together you two walked, arm in arm, towards his barracks. 

 Shifty still felt like he was floating on air. For more than one reason. 

 *****

 A few hours later, just as the sun was rising, he stood outside the barrack you were staying at. Practically bouncing on his toes, he knocked on the wooden door. Thankfully you stayed there alone since there were no other female paratroopers. You opened the door wearing an oversized shirt and gym shorts, hair amess and a sleepy smile on your face. 

 "I still think you are the most beautiful woman and I like-like you a lot." He exclaimed without preamble...and then paused. "And I'm sober."

 "I like you too, Shifty."

 A stupid grin spread across his face, cheeks warming up but he did not mind for once. "Can... can I... hug you, ma'am?"

 You laughed lightly before grabbing the front of his ODs and yanking him inside, slamming the door behind him. Before he could utter a word, you pushed him against the closed door and slammed your lips against his, your hands gripping his ODs tightly. 

 Oh. 

 Oh!

 This was much better than a hug. 

 Cupping your face, he returned the kiss fervently. He sank into your mouth, loving the feel of you pressed against him, how everything seemed to fade away and your touch and taste were all that mattered. You deepened the kiss, your tongue slipping into his mouth. If you did not have him pinned to the door, his knees would have given out. His hands slipped to the back of your head, tangling in your hair. Your tongues fought for dominance, which he would gladly let you win if only you did not stop. But it was when you whispered his name against his mouth that he almost came undone right there. 

 Finally you broke apart, desperate for air. Both of your chests heaving like you had been sprinting up Currahee. Staring into your face, your pupils blown wide, lips red and swollen; he decided he liked this even more than watching you shoot. Then he dove back into your mouth with unbridled passion, wanting to test how good your accuracy was in other ways.

 Yes, this was much better than a hug. 

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Golden Eyes and A Smile Made For War (Darrel "Shifty" Powers)

Requested by: @georgeluzwarmhugs

Summary: Spending the end of the war with the cute soldier, Shifty Powers.

Prompt: 74 - Golden eyes and a smile made for war.

Author's Note: This is my first time writing for Shifty and I honestly don't know if I get the soldier at least a bit right. I apologize that it's kinda short. Also, let me know if you wanna be tagged in these. ♡

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"Once I knew you I never wanted to know anyone else." - l.ch. 

Berchtesgaden, 1945

The room was filled with excitement, cigarette smoke and loud shouts. Soldiers cheered, drank, celebrated.

The end of war was here. No more fighting, no more killing, no more dying. The long-awaited peace finally came and every person in that room felt it flowing in their veins. They had had enough of the agony and bloodshed. Every single one of them served their bit, happy to be finally able to go home.

"Have you seen Y/N?" Shifty shouted into Malarkey's ear so he could hear him through all the cheering. His friend just nodded and gestured to some door in the back of the room. Shifty didn't need more, he knew exactly where the female paratrooper was.

Sitting on a wooden chair on a terrace, Y/N was watching the sun set behind the Austrian Alps. The sunlight illuminated her face in a way that it almost seemed like she's glowing.

"There you've been hiding." a soft voice filled her ears as Darrel sat down next to her offering her a bottle of beer which she gladly accepted.

"It's been to much, the noise and everything. My head hurts from it all." Y/N replied smiling, looking at the soldier right beside her for the first time since his arrival. Shifty looked exhausted, like every single one of them, but his eyes hid his typical spirit that never ever once disappeared during the war. Maybe it was the heat of the moment, Y/N didn't know, but as all the sun danced on his skin, she sweared to herself that she'd never seen something so broken yet so beautiful.

"Golden eyes and a smile made for war." she mumbled after she realised that she was staring at the soldier for way too long.

"What was that, Y/N?"

"That's you, Shifty. Golden eyes and a smile made for war. I came up with it with Don in the Ardennes." 

Darrel looked at her in disbelief but burst out laughing in the next second. "What? Why?"

"It was before we got together," Y/N confessed, her cheeks blushing slightly, "your eyes shone through the darkest blackness of Bois Jacques and that grin you sent me after each action to show me that everything's okay."

"I did not know that, baby! It's so cute." Shifty smirked as he pulled her into his embrace, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"You ever tell that to any of the boys, I swear I'll kill you."

"Ohhh, someone's scared to lose their authority."

"You're lucky I love you, Powers."

"I love you too, Y/L/N."

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Amphibious | War-Tober #29

Description: Frogs are fickle.

Fandom: Band of Brothers


Pairing: Darrel “Shifty” Powers/Reader

Word Count: 300+

Warning(s):  None.

You wag your finger at Shifty. “Nuh-uh. There’s a certain technique to this. You’re good with a rifle, and you might know how to hunt but this is my specialty, Powers.” 

Shifty is sitting on the dry shore, his sleeves and pants rolled up like yours, the hems soaked through with pond water. There’s a bit of mud streaked across his face and his eyes are even warmer than the sun. He lets out a disbelieving laugh, and you continue to stalk through the marsh, barefooted. 

The mud sinks between your toes. Your pants slip and you quickly reach down to roll them back up. Your hands are wet and the breeze cools your sun-warm back. You take another step forward and grin when you spot a frog basking on a rock, unawares. 

You bend your knees, push both your sleeves up past your elbows, then leap on the frog, hands outstretched. Once you feel it squirming between your clasped fingers, you shoot up, mud and water wetting your entire front. “Ha ha! See that?” you ask as you turn to face Shifty, the frog held above your head. “Professional!” 

“Alright, alright.” Shifty says, sitting forward now that he’s invested. “So you gonna teach me or what?” 

Thirty minutes later Shifty is holding a frog in his hands, face twitching with discomfort. You’ve already exchanged your first frog for a larger, prettier one, and are petting it’s head as its feet squirm between your fingers.

Shifty’s frog tries to squirm out of his clasped hands, and he holds it away from his body, fighting a grimace off his face. You can tell he’s ignoring every instinct screaming at him to just drop the thing. “So…” he trails off. Then he looks up at you. “What now?” 

You stare at Shifty for a moment, then your eyes dart down to the frog in your hands. “Catch?” you ask. 

His face drops, but he can’t do much because you’re already throwing your frog at him.

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sorry i didn’t kiss you—shifty powers

inspired by

@hihosilvers : hiya, bub! i was wondering if you could do a 14 from the prompt list and shifty powers? please and thank you! :]] (prompt #14 “i’m just doing what the fortune cookie said! who am i to stand in the way of fate?”)

tag list : @floydtab @wexhappyxfew @deldontplay @hufflepuffpancakes (if i missed u i’m sorry, just send me a message 🥺)

in which a fortune cookie acts as a catalyst of an evening’s activities.

shifty is too sweet for this world. warnings: don’t let a fortune cookie dictate your actions. word count 1.1k.

the soft snip of the scissors was all you focused on, tongue poking out of your mouth. darrell powers was listening intently to something on the radio, and you were sat facing him on the kitchen table in the powers household. it was uncomfortable really. your best friend was jimmy powers' girlfriend, and the four of you were planning to eat out at a new restaurant. however, the couple upstairs had got a little 'held up'. you tucked your newspaper clipping into the back of your scrapbook, there was no chance of you pasting anything down. darrell cleared his throat. "what have you got there?"

"this?" you asked, motioning to a clipping in your hand.

"well... all of it."

"well, you see, whenever i like something i see in the paper, i always cut it out." you blushed a little, feeling silly. darrell just smiled and asked what the one in your hand was. you look at it carefully. an ad for a bookstore job, something you'd love to do, but you doubted you'd ever get. "it's a job advertisement. it's silly, i'd never get it..."

"well," shifty cleared his throat, "i reckon any place'd be lucky to have you round." you couldn't mask the smile that formed on your face. "really?"

"yeah..." you both paused as you heard an unsavoury noise coming from upstairs, before looking at each other and dissolving into quiet laughter.

the couple finally sorted themselves out, apologising for taking so long. they walked out the door arm in arm, and shifty offered you his arm like the gentleman he was. you took it and thanked him, watching a soft blush dust his cheeks. you both walked together silently, while jimmy and delilah were the main sources of conversation. darrell's side was warm against yours, and you savoured the close contact. your hand fumbled with the crumpled paper in your hand, the advert, as you walked past the shop. darrell smiled down on you and asked: "that's where the advertisement is from?"

"yeah." you felt yourself smiling at the building fondly.

"wanna go and ask about it before it closes?"

you hesitated, before shaking your head. they'd never want you anyway.

the restaurant was chinese. you'd never heard of half of the things on the menu, but delilah insisted on ordering the food for you.  “egg fried rice, noodles...” she listed off all the food to the waitress, who happily waddled off to the kitchens. “so,” jimmy started, sitting back on the booth, “y/n? still haven’t got a fella, huh?”

“no.” you could feel yourself becoming flustered.

“well why the hell not? pretty girl like you should be attracting fellas here, there and everywhere!”

“i...er...” you felt yourself getting more stressed under shifty’s intense gaze. “i’m gonna get a drink if y’all are gonna ask me questions like this all night.”

the food really was amazing. four drinks later, you were happily drunk. the waitress came up to the table with a plate of four oddly shaped... things. you had no idea what they were. “break them!” she told you, “there is your fortune inside!”

“wait! wait wait!” jimmy waved his hands madly at you all. “don’t open them yet. let’s do it one by one. shifty, you go first.” you watched shifty’s fingers as they ever so gently cracked the cookie. pulling out the strip of paper, he read it aloud. “you’ve waited long enough.” darrell looked at the three of you one by one, as you all dissolved into laughter at his concerned frown. jimmy then proceeded to read his. “a hasty man drinks tea with a fork?” before laughing. “how the hell do i drink tea with a fork?” you laughed, face flushed from alcohol, and felt shifty’s eyes on you. you grinned at him, rubbing his shoulder in drunken confidence. delilah’s cookie simply read. “born to smile.” she was clearly happy about this, as she tucked the note into her handbag. finally, it was your turn. the soft crack of the cookie and the slow drag of the note built tension on the table as you read the words: “grab your opportunities with both hands.”

it was a sign. that job was yours for the taking! "i need to go!" you grabbed your cardigan and took off. "y/n! y/n! wait!" shifty was scuttling behind you. "i'll... come. you might need some... well... i would hate if anything where to happen to you." you grinned at shifty, taking his hand in that wild moment of excitement and tugging him into a run. the bookstore came into view. both of you stood in front of the green door, breathless and giddy. “well, go on y/n!” darrell placed an encouraging hand on the small of your back and pushed you towards the handle. the gentle tingle of the bell alerted the man behind the counter of your arrival. “good evening. how may i help you?”

“yes... hello... erm... well i saw, erm, your advert. in the paper.”

“oh yes! of course!” the man had a handlebar moustache above his jovial smile, and it curved upwards happily.

“i was wondering if... there was still, erm, a job vacancy?”

“well...” he chuckled to himself and turned to his calendar. you slipped a hand back into shifty’s, and felt him rub his thumb along yours. “you can come by on thursday, 9am. we can set you up with a little trial shift.”

“thank you sir!”

“we’ll just need a name.” he turned to look at you both, and you nodded before giving your name and telephone number. you saw the man’s eyes flit from your faces to your intertwined hands.

“i did it shifty!” you started to drag him back in the direction of the restaurant.

“you... you called me shifty!” for the first time, you heard darrell powers break in to a genuine, long laugh. you turned to him and grinned at the sight of him, hair messy, eyes twinkling and creased from smiling. instantly stopping in your tracks, he crashed into you. he attempted to apologise, before he could you pulled him close and attempted to kiss him. shifty pulled back. “y/n, what are you doing?”

“i—” you could feel panic starting to choke you up... “i was just doing what the fortune cookie said! who am i to stand in the way for fate?” shifty looked down on you softly. his hands brushed the hair back from your face and you leaned into his fingers. “sorry i didn’t kiss you.”

“it’s alright.”

“it’s obvious i wanted to.”

“you can make up for it i guess.” you looked up at darrell through your lashes and felt him pull you into his chest. the kiss was soft, and sweet, and filled with nothing but care. you pulled away grinning, “i really like you shifty powers.”

“yeah? guess i’ve waited long enough, huh?”

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the ship thing looks like a lot of fun! lets do it!

so my name's blu, and i use "she/her" pronouns! i have dark blue hair and brown eyes, am 5'8", and wear way too many oversized hoodies and sweaters haha i'm your sterotypical enfj- the kind of mom friend who will very forcefully remind you to do some selfcare! i do love to talk about the things i'm into, and aren't afraid to stand up for what i believe in. for hobbies, writing is my first love, but i also love taking long walks and exploring nature or even just the world outside my window! i'm also a big music enjoyer! i'm a part of two bands- one where i play guitar and the other where i do bass! i love singing, too, and get incredibly into all my karaoke performances 😂 i'm not really sure what i go looking for in a partner, but i tend to gravitate towards shyer guys and relationships where i'll end up doing most of the talking as well as people who aren't afraid to talk about the deep things in life.

thanks emily!! can't wait to see what you come up with 😁

Thank you so much for the request Blu!! (also i have blue hair rn too!! 🥰💖)

I ship you with…

(Speirs Voice) Darrell C. POWWWEEERRRRSSSS

A song from my liked songs that reminds me of y’all - Sugar, Sugar by the Archies

How you met

Mkay SO

Your band came to Europe to play for the soldiers because morale boost

So Easy Company is sitting listening to your band and everyone is vibing and having a Lovely Time ™

Shifty looks up at the stage and sees you with your guitar and

He’s sitting with Talbert and Smokey and they see how he’s just staring and start teasing him a bit

Sweet baby laughs but starts blushing when Tab and Smokes talk about meeting her after the show

Like WHAT?? INTERACTING WITH THE MOST GORGEOUS GIRL EVER???

Before they know it though y’all are packing up your gear and it’s Now or Never

So Tab and Smokey being Tab and Smokey they each Grab an Arm and before the three know it they’re next to the stage

You’re still on stage just putting your guitar away when Smokey just goes “YOU DID GREAT TONIGHT!!”

But when you turn around all you see is Shifty all alone and frantically looking beside him

But honestly he's so stinkin cute how could you not go over and talk to him

Sweet baby just blushes bright red and stutters out

“H-how do you do ma’am, my name’s shift- I mean Darrell b-but everyone calls me Shifty,” he just looks down and sticks his hand out

You just laugh softly and shake his hand (asdf there was so definitely a spark but neither of you admit it)

“It’s very nice to meet you Shifty,” you get an idea when you look back at the stage

“Would you mind helping me carry my stuff back to the van?” 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Shifty’s eyes brighten up and he’s like an eager golden retriever following you up onto the stage to get your things

Shifty’s able to relax a little bit thanks to you being so sweet and lovely and y’all have just the most wonderful conversation

Before you leave he definitely asks you to dinner and of course how could you say no

How he knew he loves you

I picture it happening when y’all are on a hike

You got to the top of the mountain and there’s a beautiful view, absolutely perfect for your picnic!

So y’all are having a lovely picnic just talking about everything under the sun

However you look over and notice that Shifty’s water bottle is almost full

Like siR YOU’RE ON A HIKE YOU NEED TO HYDRATE

“Shifty, you need to drink some water babe,” you say gently, holding out the water bottle to him

When he looks at you… the gentle but concerned look in your eyes, strands of your hair framing your face, the way the sun is shining on you, everything is just perfect

He leans forward and gently kisses you, placing a hand on your cheek

He slowly pulls away and just quietly says, “I’m in love with you…”

The genuine love and tenderness of the moment almost makes you want to cry so of course you say it back

Y’all go on that hiking trail every year now

A conflict that arose and how y’all resolve it

Ok so y’all are out at a bar maybe with friends after the war

Shifty offers to get the next round of drinks, so he kisses you on the cheek before going up to the bar and ordering

You glance over to the bar after a little bit and see Shifty talking to a girl??

It’s clear she’s trying to put the moves on him, the giggling, the Touching His Arm In That One Way

And Shifty just… lets her?

He’s even laughing along with her jokes (which you can hear and they ain’t great)

You could NEVER picture Shifty doing something like this, but you have no other explanation for what your eyes are seeing

The conflicting feelings start to feel overwhelming so you tell your friends that you’re going to the bathroom before walking as quickly as you can toward the restrooms

Shifty notices your brisk pace and gets concerned cuz you look really upset?? What happened while he was gone??

He follows you to the hallway with the bathrooms and gently takes your hand

“Is everything alright love??” he says so gently but also so worried

You debate telling him what you saw

Like on the one hand he’s never given any indication he’s like that

But on the other he was CLEARLY flirting back???

He sees the anxiety in your eyes and his concern just Doubles

“Sweetheart what’s wrong??” he gently places his hands on your arms while he waits to hear your response, praying he can fix whatever it is

“...why were you flirting with that girl?” you asked in a barely audible voice, tears welling up in your eyes

Suddenly Shifty’s facial muscles scrunch up

“Flirting? You mean with that girl at the bar?”

He laughs a little and shakes his head

“I was trying everything I could to get away from her, but I was waiting on the drinks and I didn’t want to be mean…”

You just breathe a sigh of relief and shake your head, relief washing over you

You both start laughing quietly before you plant a kiss on his lips

“I love you Darrell C Powers”

“Why do you always use my full name?” (it’s not because I always hear it in Speirs’ voice idk what you’re talking about)

Your Happily Ever After

Every morning he wakes you up with a kiss on your nose

If that doesn’t work he goes for your lips next

Sweet baby boy just does everything in his POWEEERRRSS Power to make you smile every day

It’s so lovely too because you're his Emotional Support Extrovert

You do all the talking when y’all need to do adult things like buy a car or do tax thingies

Y’all just balance each other perfectly and I would joke about it being gross but tbh it’s just goals

A silly headcanon about your relationship

So Shifty wanted to do something super extra special for your birthday one year

So he found this super cool and delicious recipe for your favorite flavor of cake

One catch - your boy has never cooked a thing a day in his life

So the night before your birthday (sweet boy wanted to surprise you) you come home and there’s smoke everywhere and you can tell it’s coming from the kitchen

Of course you race in and the first thing you see is Shifty standing on the counter fanning the fire alarm with an off-white apron

Which is weird because your apron is blue??

Yeah the kitchen was an absolute war zone

Cake batter everywhere, egg shells on the floor, flour sticking on every surface

Shifty sees you and quickly hops off the counter to hug you before he remembers the discombobulated state he is in

He just sheepishly smiles at you and says, “happy birthday??”

It was the most fun you’ve ever had cleaning up the kitchen

Thank you again for the ask Blu!!! 💙💙💙💙 (I'm sorry if i made too many jokes about how Speirs says his name it just lives in my head rent-free 🤣😅)

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A little push (Shifty Powers x Reader)

Ask: Can I request a Shifty fic where theyre both super duper shy and instead one of the boys have to be like wingmen and push them to finally confess to each other. 

a/n: I might have written this at 2 am but I swear I loved writing it so much. My love for shifty is infinite, anyway thank you and I hope you enjoy!

Tag List: @gottapenny @wexhappyxfew @bandofmarvels @medievalfangirl @starryrevelations

Geroge Luz was well aware of the company’s medic and her humongous school crush on Darrell “Shifty” Powers. Y/n y/l/n known as the very shy medic, often only speaking when it was necessary, was caught many times by Geroge staring at Shifty from across the room. Smiling to herself and blushing at the mention of is name. 

It all started back in Toccoa when George Luz caught both of them smiling at each other sheepishly, looking away and then again at each other. A blush on both of their cheeks, however, y/n was better at hiding that goofy smile of hers. Shifty, however, was an utter mess, right then, and there, Luz furrowed his brows and looked around to see if anyone else had witnessed whatever had happened. “What the fuck.” 

*

From that moment forward, Luz decided to help y/n out with her silly crush, as one of her closest friends, he felt as if he had a duty to push her closer to Shifty. The only problem was that Shifty was just as shy as she was. 

“—help with what?” Y/n stuffed the bandages in her small medic bag, George only rolled his eyes as he watched the poor girl trying to stuff as many supplies as she could. A cigarette dangled from his lips as he dreaded the thought of having to re-explain everything all over again. 

“C’mon y/n, you two kids would make a marvelous couple!” George jokingly cheered clapping his hands making y/n jump slightly dropping a small tube of ointment onto the floor of the aid station. “Shifty’s a hell of a kid,” y/n rolled her eyes and knelt to pick up the ointment.

“I like him, but not like that,” she spoke strained as she reached for the ointment under the small table. 

“Ooh, here he comes!” The sudden phrase, making her fumble and drop the tube again, as she lifted herself from the position she was in, the only hit her head on the table and fell backward onto the floor of the aid station. 

“It’s just me, kid,” the voice coming from none other than Joe Toye, who came into vision, both him and George giving her a hand to help her up. “This about her gigantic crush on Powers?” He asked as y/n stood up, sighing as she reached up to press on the tender spot on her head. George gave an “uh-huh” to respond to Joe’s question; Joe only shook his head and clicked his tongue.

“You were saying y/n?” Y/n groaned softly and shook her head, realizing that she indeed had a crush on Shifty, and it was a huge crush. She took her bottom lip, in between her teeth, and sighed.

“All you need is a little push,” Joe used his hands to signal a small push, y/n turned to him and gave him a small smile as a thank you. Joe gave her a little wink before feeling a punch on his shoulder.

“what she needs is a shove,” George called before walking out of the aid station, leaving both y/n and Joe shocked. Joe only sighed and placed a hand on her shoulder as a sign of reassurance. 

*

George tried time after time to get her to make a move; it came down to threatening her with taking her medical supplies. However, Roe overheard and instead gave him a talk about how short they were. Y/n standing next to Eugene the whole time trying to hold back her giggles. 

But later, Roe understood as to why Geroge had threatened her. He called over to y/n who was supposed to be counting their supplies; instead, she leaned on the doorway of the small building. Watching Shifty and Tab playfully shoving each other, her eyes filled with nothing but adoration. Roe turned to George in question; he only gave him a small shrug and a sigh of defeat. It was as if Roe himself could hear the pounding of her heart against her ribcage, a goofy smile on her face as she bit her bottom lip. Her eyes never leaving the sight of the Virginian boy, who was too oblivious as to what he did to the poor girl.

“y/l/n you're drooling,” Roe’s smooth cajun accent snapping her out of her gaze, causing her to snap her head towards the medical supplies in her hands. George only shook his head and continued fixing his radio, as Roe shook his head in disbelief. 

“Am not,’’ she protested as she used the back of her hand to wipe the non-existent drool off her mouth. Geroge was chuckling as she did so as she gave one last gaze towards the boy outside of the building, which gave her a small wave. This time Roe witnessed the whole thing, the second she brought her hand up to wave back, a toothy smile appeared on her reddened face. Turning away, she giggled to herself as she went back to counting the supplies. She looked up from the supplies to see both Eugene and George watching her with expressions of disbelief written all over their faces. “What?’’

“My God, Y/n.’’ Eugene started, still in disbelief as to what he just witnessed. George threw his head back and laughed at Eugene’s reaction. “My God…’’ he trailed off as he carried the crate of supplies out of the small house. Y/n confused as to what he meant, she looked towards George for some clue, but instead, he continued to laugh himself.

*

Geroge mentally and physically face palmed whenever she tried actually to make a move. She would smile and wave at him ever so awkwardly— Shifty nervously and awkwardly returning the greeting. Both of them just staring at each other with goofy smiles on their faces, all resulting in y/n red as a tomato. Shifty fumbling and dropping whatever he was holding. George only watched with nothing but pure agony.  A hand over his mouth, trying his best not to scream. 

The situation was bad. To the point in which George had to ask someone to help, he turned to Muck and Malarkey. In the heat of the moment, it seemed like a good idea. Hours after explaining the situation at hand, George found both of the boys— along with Penkala and Roe as an audience, in a barn lecturing y/n. Poor y/n who sat on an apple crate listening attentively to muck and Malark ramble on.

“—and that’s how you’ll win him over,” Muck finished, taking a bow as y/n furrowed her brows and looked over at Penkala, who clapped his hands. Roe, however, was just as confused and disturbed by the presentation given. Gene was sending her a small shrug, not knowing himself if the information was correct or not. George only walked in and heard the little commotion, a scared y/n looking for help.

* 

When it came time to put the knowledge she had gained from Malarkey and Mucks five minute presentation, she was more nervous than anything. The five boys hid behind a tree, prepping her by giving her compliments and fixing the nest her hair was in. Muck adding a dainty dandelion over her ear as Roe patted her on the shoulder. George still not knowing what she was about to do. Until Penkala pulled a pencil out of his pocket.

“You don’t want to forget your weapon!” He whispered, handing the pencil over to her, y/n taking it into her fingers. She turned to the small field shifty was alone in, too concentrated on cleaning out his M-1. Her heart pounded against her chest as she realized that she was about to make a fool out of her self.

“You got this, all you have to do is drop the pencil” Malarkey explained as he placed his hands on the girl's shoulders. George furrowed his brows and opened his mouth to speak.

“This is a bad idea,” he spoke, no one paying attention, but Roe, who looked at him dead in the eye and slowly nodded. Y/n sighed deeply and closed her eyes, pumped full of adrenaline and ready to initiate something with the shy boy.

“Wait! What if he wants to kiss me? I don’t know how to kiss!” She froze turning to the boys who all looked at each other, George facepalming and groaning, Muck slowly turning to him and smacking his arm. Y/n opening her mouth to speak again, but instead, Muck pushed her.

“It probably won’t get to that, just focus on the pencil y/n” Muck encouraged, patting her shoulder. “Go get ‘em tiger.” 

And then y/n made her way towards the field where shifty sat alone. Her heart pounding harder and harder with every step she took. Until she was close enough to Shifty, the five boys behind the tree watching attentively.

“I call being the godfather of their first child,” Muck whispered as they all watched her greet Shifty; he set his gun aside and turned his attention to y/n, who nervously tapped the pencil to her side. 

“Twenty dollars they get married in three years,” Malarkey whispered, making Penkala chuckle, they watched as both shifty and y/n smiled and continued their conversation. George was trying to figure out what they were conversing about. “I can’t hear what they’re saying” 

“I can’t read lips, but I think she just said something about soup” Muck spoke up, Roe only closed his eyes and sighed deeply as he attentively watched along. “What does a godfather do?”

“I don’t know Muck shut up,” Penkala hushed as they waited for the moment they were all waiting for. Y/n turning towards the tree, seeing all of them urging her to drop the pencils taking a deep breath, she did so— without making it too visible, of course. Malarkey was very specific about that. The boys all chuckled and watched on with wide smiles on their faces as she continued to proceed with the plan. She bent over to pick it up, and her bottom pointed to Shifty. But then, as she bent down shifty lunged forward to pick it up. She was sending y/n to the floor and Shifty on top of her. A string of giggles were heard coming from the young medic, followed by a snort.

“Ohhhh,” the boys behind the tree all repeated as they watched the whole thing unfold. George turned around and holding his mouth with his left hand trying his best not to scream. Roe was only closing his eyes tightly, Muck and the others watching as to what was happening. 

“Why are they just... what’s?” Malarkey trailed off, his eyes glued on the scene. Both y/n and shifty not moving. Instead, they stayed like that for a few minutes. Until Roe gasped and pointed towards the stage, y/n’s arms wrapped around shifty’s neck, pulling him down towards her.

“They’re kissing!” Muck gasped, making George turn around, and he couldn’t believe it. After months of trying to help y/n, he finally did it— with the help of course.

“My God, she did it,” George spoke in disbelief as he watched the scene unfold. The boys quietly cheered as both shifty and y/n continued to lay on the field. However, they had decided that watching from afar had become a tad bit creepy and instead turned around.

“Should we get them off each other? What if they make a baby? Oh god—“ Muck spoke in a panic, George only shook his head and pushed the boys far away from the scene. 

“Fifty bucks they get married once the wars over,” Roe called out as they walked towards the street of the small town. The boys all agreeing and talking amongst themselves, as George Luz high fived himself for his hard work.

[starthiief]

MEET YOU IN THE SYNAPSES

Shifty Powers x female Reader

Warnings: mention of death (unnamed background character)

A/N: I just think he's neat ❤

When shooting a gun, there’s a brief moment when everything just stops. It’s in between heartbeats and shaky breaths that the world’s rotation comes to a pause. It’s there in the synapses of adrenaline fueled excitement that you’re steadied. And then with the squeeze of a trigger, time is slingshotted forward with the velocity of the speeding bullet, pulling you back into the moment.

Having grown up in the quiet countryside all your life, you had never experienced that same exhilaration anywhere else. Not for a lack of trying, of course. Much to your mother’s chagrin.

For years, she had told you it wasn’t ladylike to shoot all those empty soda bottles with your cousins and their little pellet gun. And if it wasn’t the shooting, then she was begging you to stop climbing those darned fences and snagging your skirts. While you weren’t a bad child, you certainly had been an unruly one with pockets of wildflowers and lizards.

And just when she thought she could breathe a sigh of relief, overjoyed you were finally putting that horrible hunting rifle down and keeping your skirts nice and neat, you broke the news that you intended to join the Army Nurses Corps and broke her heart one more time.

If you thought about it too much, you could still hear her poorly concealed sobs in the midst of the aid station’s typical mayhem, harmonizing with the quiet whimpers of the men who weren’t men at all.

Beneath all of the grit and blood, you had the horrific realization that most of your patients were either your age or younger.

It was startling, and sobered you to the reality of the situation you had once been so eager for. But it was too late to back out, this was your duty. Your calling. You could see all the choices you had to make in order to keep as many of these men alive. But in order to make those hard choices, you had to lock the heartbreak away. All of it. Any tenderness and distractions were a hazard when every millisecond mattered, and could be the difference between life or death.

Long gone from your steady hands were the bullets and hunting rifle, yet that adrenaline-fueled clarity in between breaths remained. It was there in the early mornings, it remained in the inky night. For a while, it had even been your only friend to carry you forward when the going got tough.

But what good was it when you made all the right choices and you still lost?

Knelt on the ground beside the worn cot, you held onto the boy’s hand as it grew unnaturally cold. His last pleading words formed a heavy weight upon your shoulders, a special burden for you alone to carry.

On the brink of being consumed with anguish, a hand - a warm hand - suddenly came down on your shoulder and gently squeezed.

“Pardon me, miss,” a soft, masculine voice said. “I don’t mean to be a bother, but I was hoping you could maybe help me.”

“Darrell?” you gasped, looking up to that familiar face you had missed so, so much. Clapping a hand over your mouth, it was important to rein your feelings in — aware of where you still were.

“Hey there, darlin’,” he greeted, swallowing his surprise as you took his hand and pressed it to your forehead. The solidness of his hand proved that he was truly there, and not a wishful hallucination amidst a breakdown.

“What are you doing here? Where’d you get hurt?” you worried, wiping at your misty eyes with the back of your arm as you sat back on your haunches to get a better look at him, looking for any wounds that needed tending.

“Oh, no. No, I was helping a friend get settled in here, I’m completely fine,” he explained. “I was actually hoping you could do me a favor and help me find the mess hall.”

“It’s just down the road, you can’t miss it.”

“Could you maybe show me anyways?”

Your eyes snapped up to his face, ready to insist you couldn’t possibly leave the station, but were stopped short when he pointed behind his shoulder to the old head nurse who was already watching you with a deep set frown on her face.

“The head nurse said you could show me,” he explained. “I promise I didn’t want to impede upon your work, you know I have much respect for you and what you do. I just… well, y’see I feared I really would need medical attention if I didn’t do as I was told.”

Looking back at the head nurse, her frown deepened and it was more than enough to dissuade you from arguing, because the message was loud and clear: come back when you’re rested and can be of use again.

Exhaling slowly through your nose, your lips pursed tightly together. Coming to the end of a long shift, it seemed you were losing your efficacy. What a frustrating revelation that was when you held your work to a standard that was not only high but perfectly achievable for you when you weren’t so wrung out.

“You’re probably right. We might even be in neighboring cots if we aren’t careful,” you mumbled.

“And what kind of gentleman would I be if I allowed that to happen? I suspect Floyd would beat me black and blue. So, let’s get you washed up and find something to eat.” He wrapped a careful arm around your waist so he could help you onto your aching feet. “A nice warm meal sounds real good now, don’t it?”

“Yeah, I s’pose so. Better than a knuckle sandwich anyways,” you concluded as you allowed him to usher you towards the only working sink in the building. “How long have y’all been here?”

“We just got in,” he said as you turned the water faucet on.

“Shift, you must be tired! Why don’t we get you settled in first? You must’ve been up since early morning, a nap should be calling your name right about now. I can grab you some food while I’m on my break,” you worried as you lathered soap onto your hands.

“No, it’s fine. Honestly, I’m putting all my hard training to work. I reckon if there’s anything I’m good for, it’s marching forward,” he joked, earning a begrudging smile from you before you splashed your face with a little water.

“You’re good for plenty of things. I don’t know a better shot or a kinder gentleman,” you lightly praised.

“And you’re far too kind, ma’am,” he chuckled, holding out a handkerchief that you were thankful to take to pat your hands and face dry.

With clean paws, you followed your old companion out of the hectic station and into the busy streets, leading the way down to the makeshift cafeteria. It did not escape your notice that his once large strides had gradually shortened, allowing you to keep better pace with him despite your slower step.

Peeking over at him, you were surprised when you caught him already looking your way. Both of you startled before sharing a shy little smile, uncertain what to say but happy for the familiar company.

Sitting atop the wooden fence, holding on tightly to your cup of coffee, you watched as war horses and supply trucks filtered in and out of the town, carrying supplies and men to their destination. It was so strange how quickly this had all become your normal. You recalled that just last year, you had watched in awe as a tank rolled down your hometown’s main street, handsome soldiers in their freshly pressed uniforms sitting atop the massive hunk of metal as they waved to the civilians. Now, you couldn’t help the nasty twisting feeling in your stomach whenever you saw a new troop come marching in, worried the dwindling inventory wouldn’t be enough to patch up their injured.

“Hey,” Shifty called out, pulling you back into the moment as he returned from the mess hall, having gone back for seconds. His head tilted to the side, watching you closely. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“You can keep the penny, handsome. I was just thinking about work. I fear I’m something of a workaholic these days,” you confessed with a bitter smile, glancing down at your cup before looking back at him as he bent down to pluck a wildflower from the ground at your feet.

“I can’t say I’m not the same way, I feel like I’ve been living in this uniform for the past few months,” he joked as he tucked the blossom behind your ear.

You rolled your eyes at him as you begrudgingly smiled. “That’s probably ‘cause you have been.”

Shifty, despite all the changes and horrors, was still that peaceful moment before you pulled the trigger; the calm amidst chaos. He was all storybook gallantry and sweet honey wrapped up in a boyish smile, just as he had always been. His uniform jacket was as thoroughly lived in, just as darkened from the outdoors as any other man’s, yet he kept it nice and tidy.

“Darrell, do you ever wish you didn’t have to wear it? That uniform?” you asked, scooting over so he had room to properly lean against the fence, watching as he stared off into the distance just as you had.

‘How you wear your uniform impacts how people see you. I don’t want people thinking I’m unkempt and sloppy, it’s not a good look for a rifleman,’ he had once told you. And those words stuck with you, whispered in the back of your mind when you woke up everyday and tucked your hair beneath a scarf and carefully rolled your shirt cuffs up your forearms — ready to jump into action at the drop of a hat.

“No,” he admitted quietly, picking through the warmed can of food he held. “I think I should, it- it’s Hell. But then I get to thinking about the boys and the work we’re doing out there…”

Silence permeated the space between the two of you, disrupted only by the far off sound of men yelling orders or raucously singing and chatting. But you knew exactly what he meant.

For all the pain and pressure, it was better to be out there doing the work than sitting back home. You had watched the worrisome headlines and scoured over the obituaries when you were a civilian, and that useless feeling was the worst thing you could recall. It was worse than digging your fingers into a wound to fish for shrapnel, or smoothing a man’s hair back as you whispered how proud you were of him as he slowly slipped away from this mortal coil.

The worst thing you could be doing was nothing, nothing at all.

Reaching over, you gave his shoulder a little squeeze. And when he looked you in your eyes, a sense of kinship flowed between you.

He slipped his hand atop yours, and you both returned to quietly watching your surroundings. The most conversation you had for your little dinner was to ask if he wanted a sip of your coffee, or if you wanted some of his food. And when his tin ran empty and your cup was dry, he helped you down from the fence.

“Thank you… I really needed this, it was nice.”

“If you think that canned stuff is good, you should taste the fresh fish from back home,” he said, tucking his wooden spoon into his pocket for safe keeping.

“No, silly,” you laughed. “I meant thank you for having dinner with me. I enjoyed your company way more than the K-rations.”

“Oh, right!” He blushed. “I really enjoyed your company too.”

“Maybe we could have dinner again in the future… even if it’s not fish from back home,” you suggested, even if the possibility was unguaranteed - since either of you could be on the move at any given moment. But it was nice to pretend and daydream sometimes, to have something positive to look forward to someday.

Brightening up, he gave an enthusiastic nod. “Yeah, I don’t know when the company is moving out again, but maybe Floyd can join us next time.”

As much as you adored Floyd Talbert, he hadn’t exactly been in mind when asking Shifty out. You already knew that if he tagged along next time, you’d have to suffer through Floyd’s knowing stare the whole time — the go-getting ladykiller’s payment of choice for you letting this whole charade continue as long as you had.

It was for the benefit of everyone involved if you were honest with Shifty about how you truly felt. As scary as it was, you weren’t certain how much longer your heart could handle all the longing glances and stolen touches… nor were you sure how much longer Floyd would tolerate third wheeling before he imploded. You could even hear his voice now: ‘what about Shifty could possibly scare you, Li’l Miss Tough Stuff? You like him, go get him!’

“That’d be nice, right?” Shifty said, interrupting your thoughts with all of his usual patience when you hadn’t answered him right away.

Swallowing thickly, you realized your imagined Floyd had a good point. What were you scared of? This was Shifty you were talking about, when had he ever been cruel? His good temperament could very well earn him sainthood for how often he extended kindness to anyone and everyone.

Looking into his warm eyes now, the Earth came to a slow stop, pausing on its axis as you slowly inhaled. Gone was the noisy chatter. Gone was the hectic shuffle of vehicles. It was only you and Shifty with his sweet dimpled smile.

“Hey Shift, what if I said I wanted to have dinner with just the two of us?” you asked, slingshotting the world back into motion and so returned the chaos and noise, and the heavy thudding of your nervous heart.

Shifty’s brow raised in turn, opening and closing his mouth like a fish as he fumbled for his words. “I-! Well, I suppose that would be fine too.”

“Like a date?” You clarified, standing your ground now that you had made the leap of faith. You had to see this through or regret it for the rest of your life.

“Yeah,” he breathed shakily. “Exactly like a date.”

Just five little words, and you couldn’t think of a time you had ever been happier. Butterflies danced in the pit of your stomach, and a rush of adrenaline had you ready to take on the world again.

“Perfect,” you grinned, stealing a kiss against his cheek before you passed him by, beginning the stroll back towards the aid station, trusting he would follow after you. “I’ll be sure to save up some candy bars for next time, and I think I can even trade some new stockings with a friend for some honey I know she has saved up.”

“You don’t have to do all that, it’s not like dining with me is a grand affair or something,” he told you, as modest as ever while he rubbed the back of his neck.

“No, it’s far better than a grand affair,” you corrected. It was stabilizing. It was like the first real breath of fresh air you’ve taken in months, and a snapshot of normalcy. As you both neared the aid station, you could already feel the lift in your mood.

“Are you sure? It’s just me, ya know?” he asked, still bewildered by the sudden turn of events.

“I wouldn’t want anyone else in the world,” you assured, nudging his arm with your shoulder as he caught up with you.

“Oh. Well, me neither… I mean you, not myself,” he clarified quickly, making you laugh and reassure him that you understood what he had meant.

Your knuckles brushed against his, making both of your faces warm; and then they grew even warmer as he quietly hooked his pinky finger around yours. The gesture was endearing, and perhaps the safest form of intimacy at the moment, able to keep your interlocked digits out of immediate sight behind the bag at his hip.

“I know I already said this, but I really did need this,” you said, needing to get everything off your chest. “I was so caught up in my head today, I’m glad you found me when you did. And before you say it’s nothing,” you paused just long enough to give him a knowing look, “I want you to know that it’s not nothing, Darrell. I can walk back into the station with my head held up, confident I can help people. You help me even when you’re just there for me, and I just want you to know that I’m not just being impulsive about my feelings towards you. I’m not just flattering you until someone else comes along, you’re it for me.”

It was everything you had ever wanted to tell him, and perhaps more, but you were glad to get it off of your chest if it meant Shifty wouldn’t doubt your earnestly desire to pursue him. As charming as his modesty was, you recognized that you had taken advantage of it in order to avoid confronting any future of your relationship together. You couldn’t keep doing that to him.

Shifty’s face burned a lovely rosy red as he processed your declaration. You told yourself it was fine if he needed time, days or weeks to verbalize everything he was feeling. Just knowing he had gracefully accepted everything you were would tide you over until then.

But then he abruptly stopped, your linked fingers bringing you to a halt just a step ahead of him. As he led you around the corner of the building, into a quiet little alleyway, you wondered if Shifty was like you.

The glimmer in his eyes were so familiar, so alive and so clear, they could only ever belong to someone who could live lifetimes in the synapses of choices, reveling in the sudden clarity. Taking your shoulders in his hands, Shifty gently guided you backwards until your back leaned up against the side of the brick building.

When he was satisfied you were comfortably tucked away from any prying eyes, he swallowed thickly and made his Adam’s apple bob visibly above his collar.

“I don’t have the eloquence to say exactly how my heart is feeling, and I can’t take you out on fancy dates right now or court you the proper way, but I’m not waitin’ on anyone else either. Darlin’, I want you to know it’s only you, and I want my actions to keep telling you that you’re the only one for me.”

“Is that a promise, paratrooper?” you asked, grabbing the front of his jacket to pull him closer against you, engulfing you in his soft scent. Your boldness made him swallow thickly, an action you couldn’t help but mirror when he took your hips into his tender grasp.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, tipping the Earth on its axis. But you’re steadied by the adrenaline rushing through your veins, and anchored by the brush of his nose against yours. “A promise I intend to keep.”

And that’s all it takes before you slip off the edge of the planet. Your fervored lips push against his, kissing him for all the times you wished you had and for all the times you’ll wish you could. Tomorrow was a mystery that kept no promises, but Darrell Powers did.

[problematicfavesareproblematic]

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***

[captaintrissy]

Easy Company's Dunkin Donut orders

A/N: I ran out of donuts so some of the guys got drinks instead, I hope that’s okay.

Dick Winters: Flat White coffee

Lewis Nixon: Glazed Chocolate Cake Munchkin

Carwood Lipton: Peach Iced Tea

Ron Speirs: Iced Macchiato

Floyd Talbert: Chocolate Caramel Duo donut

Chuck Grant: Crème Brulée donut

Shifty Powers: Apple Crumble donut

Don Malarkey: Maple Crumble Ring donut

Don Hoobler: Mr Happy donut

Bull Randleman: Shaken Strawberry Lemonade

Johny Martin: Black, Filter Coffee

Bill Guarnere: Glazed Ring

Joe Toye: Boston Creme donut

Joe Liebgott: Rocky Road donut

Eugene Roe: Sugared Strawberry donut

Babe Heffron: Speculoos Biscuit Crumb donut