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[ronsenthal]

Band of Brothers + Mean Girls

[balladofthe101st]

Buck Compton came back to see the Company to let us know that he was alright. He became a prosecutor in Los Angeles. He convicted Sirhan Sirhan in the murder of Robert Kennedy, and was later appointed to the California Court of Appeals. 

David Webster became a writer for the Saturday Evening Post and Wall Street Journal, and later wrote and book about sharks. In 1961, he went out on the ocean alone, and was never seen again.

Johnny Martin would return to his job at the railroad and then start his own construction company. He splits his time between Arizona and a place in Montana.

George Luz became a handyman in Providence, Rhode Island. As a testament to his character, sixteen hundred people attended his funeral in 1998.

Doc Roe died in Louisiana in 1998. He’d been a construction contractor.

Frank Perconte returned to Chicago and worked a postal route as a mailman.

Joe Liebgott returned to San Francisco and drove his cab.

Bull Randleman was one of the best soldiers I ever had. He went into the earth moving business in Arkansas. He’s still there.

Alton More returned to Wyoming with a unique souvenir: Hitler’s personal photo albums. He was killed in a car accident in 1958.

Floyd Talbert we all lost touch with in civilian life, until he showed up at a reunion just before his death in 1981.

Carwood Lipton became a glass making executive in charge of factories all over the world. He has a nice life in North Carolina.

Harry Welsh – he married Kitty Grogan. Became an administrator for the Wilkes Barre, Pennsylvania school system.

Ronald Speirs stayed in the Army, served in Korea. In 1958, returned to Germany as Governor of Spandau Prison. He retired a Lieutenant Colonel.

Lewis Nixon had some tough times after the war. He was divorced a couple of times. Then in 1956, he married a woman named Grace and everything came together for him. He spent the rest of his life with her, travelling the world. My friend Lew died in 1995.

I took up his job offer and was a personnel manager at the Nixon Nitration Works, until I was called back into service in 1950 to train officers and rangers. I chose not to go to Korea. I’d had enough of war. I stayed around Hershey, Pennsylvania, finally finding a little farm. A little peaceful corner of the world, where I still live today. And there is not a day that goes by that I do not think of the men I served with who never got to enjoy the world without war.

[yourspeirs]

just a bunch of guys.

[sharkboyandlavalieb]

BAND OF BROTHERS - fandom text posts

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[rogue-durin-16]

HEAD-TO-HEAD (part X/?)

Summary: Joe thought she was pretty. Had he just said that, things might have been different for them. Maybe they wouldn't have gone head-to-head at each other for three years like it was a contest.

Pairing: Joseph Liebgott x Reader

Genre: angst splattered with fluff/rivals to lovers

Tags:

Head-to-head: @derersketnoget @ladystardustfromarss @lanadelray1989 @chanshugsaretherapy @hoddystark @sxalbatf @aliciax3

Band Of Brothers: @fernando-jpg @chubbypotatoepie @tvserie-s-world @clumsy-wonderland @lordndsaviorwinters @lanadelray1989 @chanshugsaretherapy @hoddystark

Permanent taglist: @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @comfort-reads

Warnings: language, allusions to sex (barely)

A/N: I feel like this chapter got out of hand lengthwise but I'm the one making the rules, and the rules say no one cares about how long each part is. Maybe I'll update the next part before Thursday, maybe I won't, who knows? I'm chaotic and impatient so everything's possible!! Enjoy<3

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Another slow morning, another goddamn plate of powdered eggs.

Since our return to England, every day felt ridiculously monotonous. It didn't matter how many maneuvers we did, how intense drill trainings were, it just didn't feel like it was enough to keep our minds running and our hands busy.

Maybe it was just me. Maybe Normandy had made something inside me snap like a worn out rubber band. No, it had to be all of us.

All of the veterans, at least. Fuck, there were too many new kids. New kids lucky enough to have landed on Easy Company, I thought to myself, after looking up and spotting Y/n and Bull chatting with five replacements. Probably explaining something to them, by the attentive faces staring at the two veterans.

A piece of bread hit me from across the large table. I blinked at Malarkey's smug grin.

"What."

"A bit early to be ogling, don't you think?"

"A bit early to put me through this shit, don't you think?" I dryly mocked the ginger.

He limited himself to hum, amused at my annoyance, and returned his attention to the most interesting matter at hand in our rowdy table; listening to Luz and Perconte argue over who could throw a deck of cards farther.

Muck was egging them on whilst Penkala was trying to set rules—something about trajectory and wind resistance. Not like any of us gave a shit.

I was halfway through tuning them all out when Toye gave me a nudge to move further to the right. As if we could spare space.

Y/n plopped down by Toye's left, leaning forward to ask us both, "What's going on?"

"They're throwing cards." Her friend replied, his voice raspier than usual due to the morning hours. "Seein' who gets farther. Malark's running a bet, if you wanna join in."

"It's too early for this." She sighed, stabbing at her breakfast halfheartedly.

"That's what I'm saying." I agreed, pointing my fork at her.

"Wow, agreeing with me, Liebgott?" Her arm stretched out to jokingly place the back of her hand to my forehead. "Should we call for Roe?"

I swatted her away, earning a 'for fuck's sake' from the man between us. "Woke up feeling funny?"

"Very."

Mail time interrupted Perconte and Luz's little competition.

A new guy—one of the replacements, I figured—walked down the aisle between tables, calling out names. Nobody gave him much thought, barely glancing up as letters landed in front of them.

One dropped by my tray. Not for me. One dropped in front of Y/n. She didn't seem too interested either, fingers lazily tapping the envelope before flipping it over.

I went back to my eggs.

Then I heard it.

"What, you go to war and forget your manners?"

Everyone of us looked up at the guy, Y/n included. Her face shifted fast; annoyance flickering into something harder to read —maybe shock—, before breaking wide open.

"Ohmygod—"

She was on her feet in a second, launching herself at the guy, arms wrapping around him like he was the last lifeboat on the Titanic. And he —whoever the hell he was—held her just as tight.

The table went quiet.

I dropped my fork, stomach twisting into bothersome knots. I scanned my friends' faces and told myself I couldn't be the only one feeling like this.

Y/n's tone was unmistakably soft when she whispered something into his shoulder, her voice too quiet to catch any words. She wasn't letting go.

Toye looked over his shoulder. "You her brother or somethin'?"

The guy laughed, finally pulling back from her. "Old friend."

Old friend.

I scoffed under my breath, picking my fork back up. "That's what they're calling it now?" The backhanded comment was low enough to stay out of Y/n's earshot, but the men around me heard it loud and clear.

Muck shot me a look. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothin'," I shrugged, stabbing at my eggs again. "Just never seen her jump into anyone's arms like that before."

"Jealous, Lieb?" Luz smirked, folding over the table as far as he could to keep the comment down.

"Oh, Jesus Christ."

But my eyes were still on her. On them. The way her body had eased into his arms, like, for a second, the weight of the war we all carried wasn't real for her.

Y/n was still holding onto him— barely, just to clinge onto the touch. Her fingers, slightly unsteady, gripped his arm as if she let go, he'd disappear.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she finally asked, voice hovering somewhere between disbelief, concern and the happiness that comes from being met with a piece of home.

The guy grinned. "Delivering mail?"

She pulled back, just enough to smack his arm without having to put any actual space between them. "You're supposed to be in Norfolk, sitting this out. Are you stupid?"

The teasing edge in her voice didn't quite mask the worry underneath. Yeah, this guy wasn't just an old friend, was it?

The man's smile softened. "Finally got the greenlight."

Y/n frowned. "From who?" She was too wrapped up in the conversation to notice the blatant snooping on our part.

"Some doctor with bad judgment, apparently," he joked. "Said I'm not allowed to do much, but at least I get to be here. Figured I'd rather be in the game late than not at all."

She exhaled sharply, shaking her head. "Christ, Andy…"

Andy.

I could feel Muck and Luz exchanging glances, Penkala turning his head to whisper something to Malarkey, even Toye was side-eying Andy. They were waiting, letting it play out until she came back to us.

I was already over it.

Y/n's hold hovered at his elbows, her body language completely open in a way we had never seen before. And Andy— he was looking at her like she hung the goddamn moon.

Not exactly how you'd look at a friend.

"Wait—did you get assigned to Easy?" She pointed her thumb at our general direction.

Oh, fuck no.

"Hell, I wish." Andy denied and added, "Some guy from basic training saw your name on the mail roster and mentioned it in passing. Switched shifts with him soon as I could."

That made me turn.

My mouth started running without sparing my mind any time to catch up with it. "What, you went around basic dropping her full name?"

Y/n's brows shot up. Luz snorted. Malarkey kicked my shin under the table, tearing a wince out of me. To everyone's surprise, Andy simply grinned. "Something like that, yeah."

"You like being the laughingstock, then."

Malarkey's boot met my shin again, harder. My retaliation was followed by a smack on my neck— Y/n's courtesy.

"Fuckin'—" I rubbed the now sore spot on the back of my head. "You're pretty damn eager to touch me this morning, aren't you? Fuck."

"You really don't know how to shut up, do you?" She spat, kicking the back of my seat.

Andy gave me a puzzled look. "Who's this?" He asked, addressing the woman standing in front of him instead of me.

"I'm—"

"A pain in the ass. He's a pain in the ass." Luz jumped in before the situation had the chance to escalate. "Ignore him."

"Yeah, he's having a bad morning." Malarkey clarified with a smile. "Right, Lieb?"

"Fuck you both."

"See what I'm talkin' 'bout?" Luz motioned at me with a flick of his wrist. "Bad morning."

Y/n's attention was back on him after that, although not for long, since someone from another table called for the mail.

"Are you free this weekend?" Andrew asked, all casual confidence.

Y/n snorted before answering with, "If they don't revoke our weekend pass, yeah."

"Good." His ridiculously blue eyes raked her form. "I'll find you."

That should've been the end of it, but as he took a step back, Andy reached out —an easy, practiced motion—, and tapped the side of her cheek with two fingers. A gesture that seemed so familiar between the two of them, it was almost nothing.

Almost.

I caught the way her lips twitched, like she was biting back a smile. Just like that, he was gone, walking off without looking back.

Y/n exhaled, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and turned back toward the table where everyone waited.

"Who was that?" Malarkey was the first to ask.

"A friend." Y/n answered simply, reaching for her coffee like it was that easy.

Penkala let out a low whistle. "Didn't look like just a friend."

"I don't care what it looks like." she stated, taking a sip of the lukewarm liquid in her mug.

Luz occupied his hands on recovering the cards that had been abandoned atop the wooden surface, not without a grin. "Childhood sweetheart?"

"God, no." She made a face. "I grew up with him. He's like— he's just Andrew."

Muck raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, well, Andrew sure looked happy to see you."

"You guys are worse than nuns." She messaged her temples at the snickering around her. "He's a good friend. Practically like a brother."

"Like a brother?" A scoff teared at my throat, making her meet my gaze. "You serious?"

"Dead serious." Her tone was a warning in itself for me not to keep pushing. "And he shouldn't be here, he's fucking stupid."

I pushed anyway.

"No, you're fucking stupid."

"Okay, what the hell's wrong with you?"

"Y/l/n, you can't be that fucking dense." She leaned over her tray, gaping at my statement. "That guy wants to be more than friends."

"Yeah, Liebgott? 'cause you obviously know him better than I do after seeing him for— what? Two whole minutes?"

"Looks like it."

"You know what—"

"Can you two shut the fuck up?" Toye slammed a hand on the table, making my cup clink against my plate. "It's not even six, I wanna have my damn breakfast in peace."

That shut us up. Both Y/n and I sat back like two kids who had just been scolded, reluctantly focusing on our powdered eggs.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

READER'S P. O. V.

I slowed down my rushed pace when I spotted Easy Company leisuring all over the tarmac, my boots crunching against the mildly frost-bitten grass. The men were scattered in small groups, some checking their chutes, some playing cards on top of overturned crates. I wasn't late. Good.

It took about three seconds for Don to notice me. Three seconds too quick.

"Well, well, well," he called out, tossing a pair of gloves at Penkala. "Look who decided to show up!"

I rolled my eyes, but the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth told me I wouldn't be getting off easy.

"Y'know, Skip," Malarkey continued in a mocking tone, "I don't think I remember seeing Y/n come back to the barracks."

"Funny, I was about to comment how she wasn't at the mess hall this morning." Muck leaned forward from where he was crouched by a duffel bag. "Had a nice, looong night with Andy, Y/n?"

The way he said it sent a ripple of amusement through the men in earshot. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Oh, for fuck's sake. Nothing happened."

"Oh yeah?" Malarkey drawled, grinning as he rocked back on his heels. "So you just—what? Took a nice long walk 'til sunrise?"

"Yes, actually." I dropped my bag by my feet and kneeled down to do a quick equipment check. "Did I miss anything?"

"We're still waiting on the officers." Penkala, who had been watching the brief exchange with the lazy ease of someone who enjoyed a good show, finally spoke up. "So far, the only thing worth mentioning is whatever's going on is that right there."

I followed his vague gesture across the tarmac, toward a small group of RAF officers gathered near the planes the division would use for the morning's maneuver. Except, it wasn't the officers that caught my attention.

It was Joe.

He was angled just slightly toward a woman in uniform; an ATA pilot, by the looks of it, who leaned against a Spitfire.

The woman laughed at something he said, tilting her head just enough for her curls to bounce with the movement. Joe grinned satisfied. Smug.

"What's he doing?" I asked, my voice coming out flatter than I intended.

Muck, still crouched, shot me a knowing look. "What's it look like?"

It looked like he was flirting. It looked like he was good at it. It looked like he was enjoying every second just for the hell of it. For some reason, that rubbed me the wrong way.

"You missed the full show last night."

I had to fight with myself to pull my gaze off them. "What show?"

"While you were walking with Andy," Malarkey sat down beside me with a groan. "Joe decided he wanted to get laid. Made it everyone's problem." The ginger opened my bag wider to help me make sure I had everything. "You know how he is."

"A productive evening, if you ask me." Muck rummaged through his things and handed me a chocolate bar, which I eagerly took since I had skipped breakfast.

"Skip won three out the four bets Guarnere ran." Malarkey clarified.

"Jesus." I made a noise in the back of my throat, something too disdainful to be classified as a genuine laugh. "And that's the girl?"

"The girl's friend." Skip corrected me. "That was the one bet I lost. I was damn sure he'd go for that one." He clicked his tongue, shaking his head "Lost two packs of smokes."

"Two packs?" I scoffed, half amused at the thought of Liebgott having enough criteria for Skip to bet on it. "Why were you so sure?"

The blond man hummed, feigning nonchalance. "She looks like someone I know."

Malarkey nudged him hard enough to make him sway. "Christ, shut up." he muttered under his breath.

"Maybe." Muck shrugged. "But looks like I was right either way. Where's Guarnere? I'm getting those smokes back."

I shot another look at the woman in uniform; her coy smile and the way she tilted her head to the side when Joe almost unperceptively leaned in, as if she was past his game but was indulging him nonetheless.

"That's not as funny as you think it is." I deadpanned, my eyes glued to her.

And just like that, he was off to another point of the tarmac where Bill animatedly chatted with Johnny.

Penkala furrowed his brows at Joe's act. "He's really workin' for it."

"He's not workin' for shit," I countered before I could stop myself. "She's already eating it up."

Malarkey snorted, zipping my bag. "Sounds like you got a problem with that."

"Why would I have a problem with that?" I shot back, a little too quickly. "I don't."

Penkala stretched his arms over his head, eyes landing on me as he said. "Hey, as long as Joe's got his fun, right?"

"Right." An exhalation, sharp and short. "Good for him." I raised to my feet again, dusting off my fatigues.

"Look at it this way," Malarkey mirrored my movements. "He'll be less annoying now."

"Maybe." I forced myself to focus on checking my straps. "Or maybe he'll be even more insufferable."

My eyes drifted across the tarmac again.

Stop looking.

"Fifty-fifty chance." Penkala replied, taking Don's helping hand in order to join us.

Stop looking.

"There they are." Malarkey pointed at Winters and Nixon, approaching the planes with the rest of the officers trailing behind them.

Joe spotted them too. He leaned in to whisper something in the woman's ear.

Stop looking.

"C'mon." Don's boot nudged my bag, prompting me to grab it.

I followed my friends' lead.

My eyes darted to the pair one last time.

Stop looking.

[captain-marti]

« Bull, smack him for me, please. »

[bandofbrothers2001]

BAND OF BROTHERS | Pt. 1: Currahee

[narwal-ed-in]

ARMY GLITTERATI - (Band of Brothers x Bimbo!Reader)

✨glitterati✨- /ˌɡlɪt̬.əˈrɑː.t̬i/ - 1940's slang for famous people, glamorous people, in the spotlight.

Summary: “You want to become a combat medic for the 101st?” “What, like it's hard?”

Warning: Period typical sexism, Fem reader, she/her pronouns, slight body shaming (not directed at reader). NO BETA READ. I WROTE THIS JUST NOW SO PLEASE DON'T EXPECT MUCH.

No disrespect to the real veterans of WW2, all my BoB fanfics are based on depictions by actors in the miniseries.

Borders by @plutism

BEFORE TACCOA

The war is raging and everyone is doing their part to help the men on the front.

For you, that mostly meant trying to look your best at all times, no matter how inconvenient the situation.

"Looking good is a ginormous part of the war effort, it's good for boosting troop morale. I saw it on a poster at the teaching hospital" You reasoned with your father after he complained about you buying another pair of shoes and some expensive vanishing creams.

"Darling, I think they meant that we should all keep our appearances up, not buy out our local department stores"

"Oh my god daddy, you're suffocating me! I'm just doing my part by looking nice..." you glare at your father in his work clothes and eye him with a grimace "...and clearly you're not"

When you get a telegram informing you that you've been selected to participate in a program that aims to send female medics into combat you jump on it.

This is going to be so much fun.

"I'm going to be the talk of the town when everyone finds out. Not even Reverend Smiths boring old story about dying for ten minutes in a car crash and seeing Jesus will be able to outdo this!"

Your supervisors at the hospital are shocked that you've been chosen, seeing as you're not the sharpest knife in the drawer.

You had once walked out of an operation because it was bloody and you were wearing white (all the nurse uniforms are white).

You hoped you wouldn't be assigned to the army or the airforce.

The army is too basic, and if you were stuck on an airbase somewhere then nobody would be able to see how fab you always were.

The navy was your goal, their uniforms were sooo cute, you were just dreaming of all the ways you could style it.

It's just your luck when you get assigned to airborne.

"THIS BLOWS! I'm in the two most unglamorous branches at the same time"

After your initial breakdown you realized it wasn't that bad. If you were jumping out of planes it just meant that your hotness would have a bigger audience since it would literally be raining down from the sky.

"When the Germans see all this falling from the sky, they're going to flip their friggin wigs! AHHHH"

CONNECTING WITH EASY

You're assigned to Easy company and meet the men a few months into their training at Camp Toccoa.

You show up randomly in the middle of the day.

Although the men had been told a woman would be joining them and they had been expecting you, they hadn't been expecting YOU.

You were a ditzy thing and looked like you’d jumped out of one of their pin up postcards. The brass surely couldn't expect them to put their lives in your hands.

"I'm sooo happy to meet everyone. You know, the other girls in the program are such massive liars, they said airborne was where all the uggos went, but that's so not true. After all, I'm here"

You always woke up an hour earlier than the rest of Easy so you would have time to put your face on.

It was one of your tenets to never be seen by anyone outside of family without makeup on, or with your curlers in.

Malarkey, Skip, Penkala, Shifty, Bull, Christenson, Lip and Winters had all been kind to you from the beginning, expecting nothing in return.

But some of the guys had other ideas.

George was one of the men that befriended you initially. And although he did have the ulterior motive of getting it on with you, he eventually stuck around because he actually liked you.

You guys have great play-flirting banter and you're both very entertaining people to be around, especially when you're drunk.

On the rare nights anyone gets passes they want to be around you and George because they know that's where the funs at.

You get sloppy drunk with George, flirt with men from Easy and other companies all night, then end up with your shoes off at 3am, sitting on the curb and crying about one of your ex boyfriends.

Perconte was one of your original detractors but when you found yourselves making the same brain dead comments about obvious things, you both decided to put your two half braincells together to form the singular braincell you share between yourselves.

Talbert was trying to get into your pants instantly. Nobody was surprised.

But just like George he grew to be genuinely fond of you.

What was surprising was Joe Toye taking you under his wing.

Toye could see that you were absolutely clueless and the worst part was, you had no idea.

Toye couldn't bear the agony of watching you skip around camp with your happy-go-lucky attitude, harping on about celebrity gossip nobody cared about.

"Y/N!" Toye yelled as you all got dressed to run Currahee "Why the hell is your PT shirt pink?!"

"Isn't it just the most gorgeous thing you've ever seen, Joe? I put a red handkerchief in with my laundry. Cosmo said carnation pink is the color of the summer"

Huffing and puffing, Toye took out one of his spare shirts and forced you to wear it.

"And when you give it back, it better not be fucking 'flamingo pink'" Toye said.

"Oh honey, this isn't 1939, flamingo pink is so over. I wouldn't be caught dead in that. You know, Joe, sometimes I feel like you don't care about fashion at all" You scoff at his cluelessness as you walk out.

Joe Toye is secretly your best friend in the company.

Toye taking you in meant Gaurnere and Johnny Martin had to be around you, much to their chagrin.

They didn't want some girl hanging off of them.

You win Gaurnere's respect when you coach him on what to write to his girlfriend back home to assure her that he's serious about their relationship when she began doubting his intentions.

And you win Johnny's respect when you help him find the most romantic gift for his wife for valentines day.

"Y'know, back home they call me the love doctor...Well, they used to, before I told Betsy Kline that Rob Jones was her soulmate but then he left her at the altar to elope with his housekeeper"

Sobel despised you from the moment he laid eyes on you.

Not wearing your red lipstick everyday was torture, but you had to stick to natural colours so Sobel wouldn't be able to tell what you had on.

He tried with everything in his power to get you kicked out, but much to everyones surprise, you kept up extrordinarily well with the men when it came to physical training.

"I do a lot of Pilates. It's really good for flexibility and helps you keep a positive outlook so you're not be such a 'negative nancy' all the time. Some of you could really use it. Some more than others..." you said as you side-eyed Skinny who just looked around incredulously

Eventually most of the men come to consider you a friend and a confidante since you give remarkably sound relationship advice.

"It's like sooo hard being the smartest person and the hottest catch in this camp at the same time"

The hardest nuts to crack in your immediate friend group end up being Leibgott, Cobb and Doc Roe, all for different reasons of course.

Leib was snide and arrogant and spoke to you like you were a silly little girl.

He didn't shy away from telling you how dumb he thought you were to your face.

Your relationship eventually becomes friendly but he will still be mean occasionally.

He always ends up apologising though and feels really bad when he makes you cry (the other guys nearly bite his head off whenever this happens).

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, stop being a baby already. I said I was sorry" Lieb said to you as you cried into your pillow.

"You can say sorry to me, Joey, but how are you going to tell Rita Hayworth you're sorry for saying nobody cares about her nighttime face washing routine?" You spoke inbetween sobs.

"I ain't saying sorry to Rita because I ain't sorry I said it. I stand by what I said. Nobody cares how some broad washes up at night"

"You take that back! That routine saved my life" You jumped up, pointing an accusing finger at the man.

"How the fu-"

"You're a horrible, horrible man Joseph Leibgott"

"Oh put a sock in it" Leib rolled his eyes, making you cry even harder.

Toye, ever protective of you, had enough "I swear to god Leibgott, leave that girl alone!"

Cobb was just straight up cruel to you and made sure you always knew "your place".

Roe didn't seem particularly close to anyone.

But as you all of you went into the more specialised aspects of your training and you and Roe spent more time together, he found himself looking out for you.

You were sitting alone on the grass after everyone had groaned and walked off the moment you started talking about an article you read in a magazine.

You sigh sadly, pulling at the grass when a shadow falls over you.

Bringing up a hand to block the sun you finally recognize who it is. It's Eugene Roe.

"I, uh, I was wondering if I could sit with you?" he asked.

You nodded excitedly and he took a seat beside you in the grass.

"What was it you were telling the others?"

You gasped "You really want to know?"

"I guess…"

Doc had seen everyone walk away, and although he didn't care much for mindless conversation, he knew talking to people meant a lot to you and had come over to cheer you up.

Without missing a beat you began one of your famous tirades.

By the end of your first year in Toccoa you end up finding your place.

Thanks for reading! Please like, comment and reblog if you want❤️

[poetmayne]

Frank Perconte - Band of Brothers

[dontirrigateme]

Johnny Martin sneaking a candy bar and copping a feel

[midnightdraftqueen]

Band of Babysitters

Easy Company x Child!Reader | Pure Fluff

Warnings: Cursing; Questionable Babysitting Choices

The boys of Easy find themselves out of their depth when a routine sweep leaves them with an unexpected guest.

As always, this story is based on the dramatized 2001 HBO series - Band of Brothers. This story is not meant to disparage or otherwise belittle the real stories of Easy Company and others that sacrificed their lives in World War II and armed conflicts thereafter.

The town was quiet.

Easy Company moved through the bombed-out streets, clearing the buildings with steady efficiency. It was routine now—stack up, enter, scan, move on. They weren’t expecting trouble, not here, not after the initial push, but caution was habit.

Perconte kicked open a door, rifle up. “Nothing,” he called over his shoulder before stepping inside. Luz followed, Malarkey close behind. They moved through the wreckage—overturned furniture, shattered glass, walls that barely held together. Just another ruined home in a war full of them.

Then Luz stopped. “Hey.”

The others turned to him.

“Did anyone else hear that?”

They paused, listening.

A whimper. Soft, high-pitched. Faint enough that they almost missed it.

The men exchanged glances. Luz’s brows lifted. Malarkey sighed. “That ain’t good.”

They followed the sound, stepping carefully over splintered wood and broken brick. In the next room, half-buried under debris, was a child. A little girl— about two years old—sitting curled up beside a still figure. Her mother.

Perconte exhaled sharply. “Damn.”

The woman’s body was slumped protectively over the child, shielding her from the rubble. She’d died keeping her daughter safe.

The little girl blinked up at them, tear-streaked and silent, hiccupping on shallow breaths. She was covered in dust, her tiny hands gripping the fabric of her mother’s dress.

For a second, none of them moved.

Then Malarkey muttered, “Well, shit. Anybody know what we do with that?”

Perconte scratched the back of his head. “Ain’t exactly in basic training.”

“She’s alive,” Luz said.

“Yeah,” Malarkey muttered, shifting his rifle. “Now what?”

Luz clapped a hand on Malarkey’s shoulder. “Call Roe.”

Malarkey frowned. “Why? She’s not wounded.”

“She’s alive.” Luz shot back. “It’s Doc’s specialty keeping alive things alive… isn’t it?”

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Perconte jogged through the ruined streets, boots crunching over debris as he made his way toward the makeshift aid station. He found Roe sitting outside, rolling a cigarette, while Lipton stood nearby, speaking quietly with one of the nurses.

“Hey, Doc,” Perconte called. “We got a situation.”

Roe glanced up, flicking his lighter closed. “Somebody shot?”

“Uh… no,” Perconte admitted. “More like… we found something.”

Lipton frowned. “What kind of something?”

Perconte hesitated, scratching the back of his head. “You just gotta see it.”

Roe exchanged a look with Lipton before standing. “Alright. Let’s go.”

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The moment Roe stepped inside the building and saw the little girl, his expression shifted. He crouched beside her without a word, his usually sharp demeanor softening as he ran careful hands over her arms, checking for bruises, cuts—anything out of place. The girl flinched slightly but didn’t cry, just stared up at him with wide, tired eyes.

“She alright?” Lipton asked.

“She’s not hurt,” Roe murmured. “Dehydrated. Probably hasn’t eaten in a while.” He gently lifted one of her tiny hands, frowning at how cold it was. “We need to warm her up, get some fluids in her.”

“Right,” Malarkey said. “So what do we do?”

Roe exhaled, sitting back on his heels. “Take her to the aid station.”

The men nodded like that had been the plan all along.

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The nurse looked from the baby to the men standing awkwardly in front of her, then back to the baby.

“…What do you expect me to do?” she asked flatly.

“You’re a nurse,” Malarkey tried.

She arched a brow.

“And a woman,” Luz added.

The nurse inhaled slowly, as though counting to ten in her head. Then she rubbed at her temple. “So what, that means I have all the secrets of childcare?”

The men exchanged glances.

“…Yes?” Luz offered weakly.

She let out a long sigh, rolling her shoulders back. “Alright, boys. Here we go.”

Her tone shifted, all business.

“Luz—find me some clean cloths and safety pins.”

Luz snapped a mock salute. “On it.”

“Perconte,” she continued, pointing at him. “Go pull MREs with soft food. Applesauce, oatmeal, mashed potatoes—whatever she won’t choke on.”

“Got it,” Perconte said.

“Malarkey,” she turned to him next, “go back to where you found her. See if you can salvage any clothes. And grab Speirs. If anyone can find her something in this mess, it’s him.”

Malarkey blinked. “You mean ‘cause he—”

“Yes,” she cut in. “Because he finds things.

Malarkey smirked. “Roger that.”

“Gene,” she said, turning to Roe, “you stay here and help clean her up. Check her over again, make sure we didn’t miss anything.”

Roe nodded.

“And for the love of God,” she finished, hands on her hips, “somebody go get Winters.”

The men hesitated.

She narrowed her eyes.

“Move it, men!”

The room erupted into action.

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The little girl sat freshly cleaned in Lipton’s lap, bundled in a too-big, questionably patterned dress that Speirs had managed to scavenge from… somewhere. The moment she was settled, she let out a sudden wail, tiny face scrunching up in distress.

Lipton winced, rocking her slightly. “Aw, come on, kid. You were fine a second ago.” He glanced down at her outfit, grimacing. “Y’know, maybe it’s the dress. I don’t blame you—I’d cry too.”

Speirs, standing off to the side, raised a brow. “It’s not the dress. It’s you.”

Before Lipton could adjust his hold, the baby hiccupped through her sobs, little arms reaching toward Speirs.

The men collectively held their breath.

Speirs didn’t hesitate. He simply reached out, lifted her into his arms with practiced ease, and—just like that—she stopped crying.

Silence.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Malarkey muttered.

Luz let out a low whistle. “Guess we know what it takes to tame Speirs.”

Speirs didn’t even look up. “Say another word, and you’re pulling latrine duty for a week.”

The baby babbled something incoherent, smacking him in the cheek with her tiny hands.

Speirs sighed. “Gotta nice swing. Tougher than the replacements.”

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A short while later, Luz knelt in front of the little girl, holding a spoonful of applesauce. “Alright, sweetheart. Open up.”

The baby stared at him.

Luz wiggled the spoon. “Come on. Airborne applesauce. It’s got extra—”

The baby slapped the spoon clean out of his hand.

Applesauce splattered across Luz’s shirt.

The men roared with laughter.

Luz stared down at the mess, deadpan. “Okay. That was uncalled for.”

Malarkey wiped tears from his eyes. “Hey Speirs was right… she’s tougher than the replacements.”

“Yeah?” Luz scooped another spoonful, narrowing his eyes. “Well, I got stamina, kid. We’ll see who cracks first.”

The baby smacked the second spoonful straight into his forehead.

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Winters hadn’t hesitated when the nurse suggested a quiet place for the baby to sleep. His quarters were the most private, the warmest. He didn’t mind.

Now, as the room settled into silence, he held the little girl in his arms, her tiny body tucked against his chest. Her eyes were already drooping, her small fingers curled into the fabric of his jacket.

“Alright,” he murmured, carefully lowering her toward the makeshift bed.

The second she lost contact with him, her face scrunched up, and she let out a quiet, miserable wail.

Winters instinctively pulled her back against his chest.

The crying stopped immediately.

He huffed a small, amused breath. “Well. That settles that.”

The nurse smirked from the chair nearby. “You’d be a good father, Major.”

Winters looked down at the little girl, brushing a bit of hair from her forehead.

“Maybe someday,” he murmured.

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The next day, the men were hovering.

“Alright, hand her over, Malark.”

“No way, Perco, I just got her.”

“Yeah, well, you’re hoggin’ her.”

“She likes me.”

“She likes all of us, dumbass.”

“I’m just sayin’—”

“Jesus,” Luz muttered, rubbing his temples. “We sound like a bunch of kids at recess.”

Before anyone could argue further, Nixon strolled in, waving a slip of paper. “Alright, boys. I got some news.”

They all looked at him expectantly.

“Tracked down some family,” he announced. “Aunt and grandparents. They evacuated with some other refugees a few towns over. Transport’s arranged—they’re coming to pick her up tomorrow.”

The excitement of the moment dimmed.

The men fell quiet.

None of them said it, but the air in the room shifted. The last twenty-four hours, they’d been caught up in the chaos of taking care of her, of laughing at Luz’s applesauce disaster, of watching Speirs turn into a baby whisperer. Now, it was sinking in—she wasn’t staying.

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The mood was quiet as the men gathered early the next morning. The baby, oblivious to the melancholy around her, was bundled up against the cold, staring up at them with wide, curious eyes.

Before sending her off, they each gave her something. A small pin, a patch, a lucky charm.

Luz pinned a small Airborne insignia to her jacket.

Malarkey handed over a button from his uniform.

Perconte tucked a tiny scrap of his parachute into her pocket.

Someone with a camera snapped a few pictures—one for them to keep, one to send with her.

When her family arrived, the men stood back as the nurse carefully passed the girl into her grandmother’s arms.

The older woman turned to them, eyes brimming with gratitude. “Thank you. Truly. We will tell her about the kind Americans who took care of her.”

Winters nodded. “She was in good hands.”

The truck rumbled to life, pulling away slowly, taking the little girl with it.

The men stood in silence, watching until she was gone.

Malarkey exhaled, shaking his head. “Damn. Feels weird.”

“Yeah,” Perconte agreed.

“You think she’ll remember us?” Malarkey asked after a beat.

Nixon smirked, looking at the photo.

“If not,” he said, tucking it into his jacket, “she’ll have proof she was once babysat by the toughest damn paratroopers in Europe.”

[balladofthe101st]

i love how they aren't subtle with staring sobel down lol

[yourspeirs]

[sharkboyandlavalieb]

Damnit, Skinny!

[captain-marti]

LUZ AND PERCO ✨😌

[pookielious]

The enemy had surrendered but somehow men were still dying. young men who wanted to be home with their family's by now would serve with distinction since before Normandy were stuck here because they didn't have the points.what they did have plenty of are weapons, alcohol and too much time on their hands.

Credits to @balladofthe101st for the gifs !