#skip muck headcanon

[ithinkabouttzu]

Hilo! Can you do the easy boys with an extra ticklish reader?????

Easy co. dating an extra ticklish s/o!

a/n: Hi! Thank you so much for your request! I hope you enjoy lovely! 💗

genre: romance; fluff

warnings: sorry guys i used the word tickle like a 100 times in this, there’s a little suggestion!

description: The men of easy co. reacting to you (their s/o) being extra ticklish!

Taglist: @executethyself35 @linhkhanhcps @1waveshortofashipwreck @grumpy-liebgott @barbeygirl @samwinchesterslostshoe @ronsenthal @sweetxvanixlla @mstiemountainhop (If you want to be on this list, let me know!! :))

BoB masterlist

Dick Winters: He thinks it’s adorable. The first time he tickled you he probably wouldn’t even have meant to do it on purpose, like maybe his finger brushed beside your arm and you immediately started to laugh hysterically. He would think something was wrong with you until you told him lmao. He’ll keep it in mind though next time you try to tickle him.

Lewis Nixon: “Oh come on! You can’t run away now!” He’d figure out how ticklish you were when he decided it would be nice to give you a sweet kiss on your neck. Then he would completely take advantage of the fact that you are extremely ticklish there and start kissing the same spot over and over again.

Carwood Lipton: He would discover all of this when he was trying to be a gentleman to you and give you a nice foot massage after a long day on your feet. The moment he puts his hands on the back of your sole you would be in a giggling fit. He would sit there and look confused, waiting for some sort of joke. Once you told him, he would find it cute and laugh it off with you.

Joe Toye: When you tell him that you get ticklish very easily, he isn’t quite sure what to think of it at first. When he wraps his arms around your waist and sees you break into immediate laughter, he gets it then, and he finds it to be the cutest thing ever. He’ll tickle you over and over again just to hear that pretty laugh of yours.

Joe Liebgott: “Oh come on honey, you’re really that ticklish, huh? I guess I’ll have to keep that in mind for later then.” He honestly doesn’t believe you when you tell him how ticklish you were at first, but like nix, he’d try to be smooth and kiss your neck, and have you in a giggling fit in return. “Oh doll, it can’t be too bad, i’m just tryin’ to give ya’ some lovin’ that’s all.”

Bill Guarnere: I feel like this fucker here is going to make it into somethins sexual when it’s really not lmao. Like once he knows that you’re super ticklish, he's going to purposefully tickle you until you're begging for him to stop, and once you’re doing that he’s already in the mood to do something else iykyk. Better to just not tell him at all LOLL.

George Luz: When you tell him you can be extra ticklish at times he is taking that to his advantage 100%. If you guys are in the middle of some play fight and he knows you’re winning, he's gonna start tickling you, same for anything else you could be beating him at. Whenever he just wants to hear your laugh his immediate thought is to tickle you and it makes him feel SO happy

Eugene Roe: Now he wants to get into a million tickle battles with you. The sweetest thing about it is if he was hugging you or touching somewhere where you were ticklish he would ask if you were okay and if he needed to move his hand to make you comfortable. ( because he knows how frustrating that must get at times and he’d hate to accidentally hurt you.)

Bull Randleman: He doesn’t have much of a reaction when you tell him other than thinking that it’s a cute niche trait of yours. I think he wouldn’t really tickle you unless he was having a horrible day and just really needed to hear you laugh. Kinda like Bull, he'd be wary of touching one of your tickle spots and accidentally irritate that spot since you’re sensitive there.

Floyd Talbert: He’s similar to luz when you tell him that, he’s going to take it to his advantage and use it against you anytime he needs the upper hand (in a very playful way of course.) He’s also kinda like Bill too in the same way that he likes hearing you beg lol. Whenever you’re feeling sad, be ready to be tickled by him until you feel better haha.

Skip Muck: Oh gosh, once you tell him that you’re very ticklish he’s now going to tickle you every time you get some exciting news, need some cheering up, want some physical touch from him, literally anything possible, he just needs a reason to tickle you. He loves making sure your and his relationship is very lightweight and happy, and that's the best way to do it.

Don Malarkey: Honestly tickling you is his way of flirting with you before you guys ever got into an established romantic relationship. Once you guys are in that relationship he’ll still do it in a flirty way loll. He also really finds it as a form of intimacy, it's his way of being close to you, and seeing you smile always feels nice too.

Babe Heffron: “No way! Me too!” This is completely fanon but I have this idea in my head that he would also be extremely ticklish too. Like you and him would be trying to cuddle and both end up fighting for y’all’s lives because you guys are accidentally tickling each other. It’s also his biggest weapon against you so beware lol.

Shifty Powers: He would be the perfect partner for a very ticklish person because he knows when it's appropriate and not appropriate to do it. He knows that being tickled after a while can hurt, so if and when he is tickling you he won’t do it for too long. As long as you are laughing and having a good time then he’s good with it.

Frank Perconte: He’s the type of guy that likes to sneak up on you and tickle that spot on your neck when you’re focusing on something. He loves fucking with you like that. He knows that tickling you is your biggest weakness so he will use it against you anytime he needs the upper hand (Like floyd lmao.)

Ronald Speirs: You would tell him that you’re ticklish, but the horrible thing is, this man couldn’t be able to tickle someone correctly even if his life depended on it. The thing is, whenever he tries to tickle you he ends up digging his fingertips into you which just makes you hurt in the end. He gets an A for effort though.

Johnny Martin: He probably won’t tickle you a whole lot, mostly because he’s not always the most playful, but if you had started tickling him first he would definitely be there to finish it and win at the unspoken tickle war lol. He would be the guy to swear he’s just not ticklish but once you get to that one spot on his side, it’s game over for him.

Skinny Sisk: He’s just like Luz, he’s going to take full advantage of the fact that you’re super ticklish, he loves loves LOVES being playful with you so tickling is always a go-to for him. He also does it when he just really wants to be close to you but doesn’t know how to express that to you. His favorite spot to tickle you is gotta be that spot under your armpit.

Chuck Grant: He thinks it’s super adorable that you get so ticklish so easily. The only thing is, like Speirs, he isn’t very good at tickling at all LOL. He does this one thing that is so cute and it's called, “Hand tickling” which is just caressing your hand in a very fast way lmao. Not a very good tickler but he gets an A+ for creativity and effort.

David Webster: He doesn’t like tickling you a whole lot for a number of reasons, one because too much of it can stimulate seizures, brain aneurysm, and eventually death. (He’s just a tad bit dramatic lol.) And if he does tickle you it’s probably because you started it first. I could definitely see him doing it a lot by accident though.

Buck Compton: He’s like Skip in this scenario. Now just because you told him that you get ticklish very easily, he is going to go out of his way to try and tickle you almost 24/7. Like almost every other night before you and him go to bed, he’s giving himself some corny ass name like “The Tickle Monster” lmao.

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Band of Brothers headcanons <3

How they react when you, Easy’s nurse, find them hurt 🥺

Whereewwwwww just wanted to thank you all SO SO much for all the love and support! I love writing these headcannons so much, so to know you guys enjoy them is amazing! I appreciate you all so much.

Also if anybody has any requests for head cannons or scenarios let me know! Ship requests will be open again shortly.

Carwood Lipton:

Ahhhhhh you know when he almost takes a piece of shrapnel to the nuts in Carentan? That’s probably when you find him.

you both are kinda good friends at this point but there’s a little more between the two of you, and it’s very obvious.

but anyway you see his body get thrown backwards and fuck!!! You’re sprinting over, heart in your chest, luckily he’s alive when you and Tab fall down next to him.

lip let’s out a sigh of relief to see you there, an instant hand reaching out to land on yours, for comfort. It’s so subtle, and you’re making such a fuss over him you don’t notice at first.

Obviously when he thinks he’s blown a ball up, you look away, allowing him modesty when Floyd checks him.

when you get him into the jeep and he’s all patched up, you’re wiping his face clean, soothing him gently as he watches you through heavy eyelids, tired from the shot of morphine you’d injected.

I don’t think there would be many words spoken between the two of you, but Lip is so pleased you’re there with him, out of all the nurses he got lucky enough for you to treat him- plus, he’s got both his balls- thank god.

“Hey! It’s like winnin’ the lottery, he got the girl and he kept both his balls!”

“Yeah, yeah, thanks for pointing that out, Luz.”

Skip Muck:

Holy SHIT! He’s in complete shock when him and Penkala both climb out of the foxhole, somehow alive. A bomb landed near by, giving them a good shake up.

when he sees you he’s on hands and knees, crawling across the frozen floor, but he’s a little numb seeing as, you know, he did almost get hit by a bomb.

but anyway, you fall to your knees, beginning to cry in a mix of shock, horror and relief? Both of them are alive, your love Skip, is alive.

with the help of the other nurses and medics available you get the two to semi safety.

Skip can’t stop watching you, he’s fearful another bomb will go off and you’ll both be separated again.

Skips probably frightened for his life, it makes me sad because I don’t think you’d see him showing that level of fear that often.

poor guy probably just wants a good hug afterwards. I can imagine him resting his face against your chest, keeping his eyes shut to pretend he was somewhere much, much better than Bastogne with you.

Joe Liebgott:

“Oh my GOD, Joe, why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?!”

“Ahhh, it’s nothing, hun, y’know I’ll be fine.”

You’d probably have to fuss over him a great deal to get him sat down and cleaned up. Especially if he’s feeling stubborn.

even when you’re treating him he’s swatting your hands away saying he has to get back to the line. But I think showing him how serious you are will shut him up.

then he’d probably turn it into a game. Starts smirking and pulls your waist into him so he gets a face full of boobs. It’s been a while since you two have been semi alone, what can I say?

complains about the stitches hurt and suggests more than several ways of ‘making him feel better’.

probably chases after you out of the aid station with a half unzipped flyer, leaving you flustered and giggly, attempting to maintain a poker face.

Chuck Grant:

Big sad ok.

Obviously Chuck gets shot in the head veryyyy late into the game, the war in Germany is over, but everybody’s in a limbo waiting to be redeployed to the Pacific.

by this time you and Chuck are in a well established relationship, hell you’re even engaged to one another- I think this would be recent.

anyway, high off your recent engagement, this is the last thing the either of you expect.

so everybody’s kinda hush hush to tell you, but I think some how you’d overhear somebody accidentally spilling the horrific news in front of you.

I think we all know that would never go down too well. God, it’s devastating. You think you’ve lost him, but he’s such a fighter.

Chuck’s a little confused when he wakes up, he’d be in a lot of pain and probably slip in and out of consciousness for a while. But to have you there whenever he is somewhat awake means so much.

When he was fully awake, he’d remember glimpses of you, your hair, your voice and your ring. You’d be such a comfort for him.

You’d be there for him through his whole recovery, and although Chuck can be a little doubtful at times, he never once doubts your love for one another.

Shifty Powers:

You two have such a cute, little, blossoming romance when Shifty gets to go home. It’s all going perfect, it’s new and you’re both excited to see each other back in the States.

but when Shifty gets hurt unexpectedly, you bet you’re using all your points, racing to where he’s stationed, and staying with him as long as you think he needs.

he’d be in a lot of pain, but he’d be so relieved to see you, he’d still be smiling and blushing over you- and despite the fact he shouldn’t really move, he’s holding his hands out.

shocked when you start crying!

oh my god, he’d be so soft, he wouldn’t want you to cry and comforts you so gently.

he just wants you to be happy, so when he’s still recovering in Europe and the men are already at home, he’s insisting you go home, saying he feels guilty for keeping you stuck there.

but truthfully, you love being around him, it’s a rocky beginning to a relationship, but you fall in love there. When you both get home I feel like Shifty would have already wifed you up or he’s about to.

Floyd Talbert:

Smith accidentally stabs him, we all know the story. And you’re probably not staying to far away, already up and just wrapping up somebody’s arm or what not.

until you hear the cries of a medic, and the voice sounds eerily similar to Talbert’s. Fuck- you’re in shock when you realise it’s him!

tab kinda doesn’t want you to see him like that, so he’d deffo try to put on a brave face.

when he sees you crying in the jeep to the aid station he gets SO upset.

“no, no, no, my sweet girl, I’m fine.” Seriously he’s all up over you (as much as he can).

“See, baby? I can breathe, I can talk, it’s all cool.” Tries to act a little too brave and hurts himself again. It’s fine though, because when you’re calm enough to, you patch him up and you’re his own ‘personal nurse’.

seriously calls you Angel for the next hundred years after you looked after him.

when he feels better he BEGS you to stay around and give him the same amount of attention you did when he was first injured.

Cracks jokes and pokes your sides just to make you laugh.

for a hot minute he did think he was gonna die, but it’s fineeee, he’s okay and he’s back up and running in no time.

Dick Winters:

Nah this man is so cool, calm and collected. He’s more annoyed at HIMSELF for getting hit with a ricochet?

anyway, you’re probably busy patching up the wounded or tending to a casualty when it happened, by the time Winters is all seen to you’d probably only just be finishing. So he doesn’t bother telling you what’s happened, he figures it’s no emergency and doesn’t want to distract you.

but you know how rumours spread right? One person says something and then the next repeats something slightly distorted and so on.

so somehow you hear that he’s been SHOT and he’s possibly badly wounded, being moved out from the Aid station?!!!??

oh my GOD your heart stops. You’d search frantically, everywhere for him, and he’s nowhere to be seen wtf?!!

within 15 minutes or so you’re balling your eyes out, scurrying around until you spot a familiar figure in the distance.

Oops? He’s completely fine, already limping on his foot like a fool, he kinda laughs when you throw yourself into him, comforting you and telling him he’s literally ok.

stupid, army gossip. Winters would rub the back of your head (as long as you’re somewhere private lol) and ensure you’re okay over thinking that he was not ok.

Babe Heffron:

“Edward?! Where the hell are you?! Edward?!”

“Oh, Edward? You’re in trouble, Babe.” Babe’s scrambling to find you as soon as he hears the way you address him.

When he comes face to face to you outside the door you’re breathless and red in the cheeks, scanning over the bruise that was painfully near his eye.

“Ya hurt and ya didn’t come to me? I thought you’d killed yourself.” You’d let out a huge sigh of relief seeing he’s okay.

babe feels kinda guilty. News had spread that he was hurt and he should’ve gone to find you sooner, he just didn’t want to take your attention away from guys with worse off wounds.

“I’m sorry, y/n, I just didn’t wanna take ya time up? I’m ok though, see? Still in one piece for ya.”

“Jesus, Babe, ya scared me half to death.” After one playful shove, he knows you’re not seriously annoyed at him. But he is aware you wanna give him a little more attention, tending to that nasty cut of his.

secretly enjoys it. You’d sit on his lap and patch him up, maybe getting a little distracted half way through.

Gene Roe:

gene’s usually the one patching people up, not the one being patched up. So it’s a little weird for him to have the roles reversed.

Gene gets a couple pieces of shrapnel to the leg, so you insist on fixing him up. Now Gene had a hidden crush on you, he’s all red faced and stammering.

probably wouldn’t tell you if you’re accidentally hurting him. He’s too polite.

You’d probably feel his shy gaze and ahhhh it would make you so weak. I think even tho he is a little shy, Gene can be quite chatty?? Like I know he’s always portrayed as fairly quiet, but we do see this more playful side of him come out.

that’s how I feel like he’d be with you. And it’s sooo charming, he’s effortlessly cool and you’d probably fall straight in love with him there and then.

Lewis Nixon:

Okay I think it’s less of a scenario of him being hurt, and more like the possibility of him being dead- hear me out.

when the plane Lewis is in, ready to jump, is hit, you hear of the news wayyyy before Lewis is back to prove he’s safe.

so your kinda hidden relationship suddenly becomes very apparent when you’re uncontrollably sobbing, you’re a MESS.

Then he just rocks up and he’s like ‘hey what’s wrong with her?’ But he’s sooo grateful when you throw yourself in his arms. He didn’t realise how close to losing you he really was- well more like you losing him, but you get the jist.

god it makes Lewis realise just how scared to die he is, he wants to be with you forever, and when you’re laid in bed that night he’d hold you sooo close omg.

so angsty, but all turns out to be good in the end.

James ‘Moe’ Alley:

Okay so he’s not exactly with it when he’s wounded by like 37 shrapnel pieces. Even though he’s conscious, he’s spaced out in shock.

probably when he wakes up from the morphine shot and he’s recovering in the aid station, does he realise you’re there besides him, tears staining your face.

he’d notice immediately that you were upset and want to console you, tell him he’s fine, but he winces as soon as he tries to lift his body.

Omg sooo soft and gentle and reassuring, you would think YOU’RE the one that’s hurt. He so desperately doesn’t want you to worry over him, the emotional pain would stay with him for much longer than the physical would.

probably get a little sad when he’s taken away to the hospital and you can’t see each other for months. It feels like a lifetime, ugh the agony in his heart is too much, he just wants to be back with his girl!

Wayne ‘Skinny’ Sisk:

“I’m in heaven, Doc.” He’d sigh and gaze up to you with the sweetest eyes.

fml he’s so adorable, and you’re always back in Bastogne town / the field hospital, so you’d be able to visit him sooo often.

I think he’d be super reassured by your presence, the fact you’re taking time out of your day to visit him? Ah he’s in love.

you’d sit and play cards together, even if you only have 5 minutes.

oddly he’d enjoy your company? He didn't so much enjoy a tree exploding into his leg, but oddly he’s somewhat grateful because that’s what brought the two of you together.

would purposefully brush his hands over yours when you’re playing cards, it’s a small flirty gesture, but it’s cute.

[liebgotts-lovergirl]

BoB Headcanons: How They Sleep With Their S/O

A/N: This was an idea no one asked for that came to me awhile back lol. Made in collaboration with @wwhatev3r 💖

✿ Dick Winters: Sleeps like the dead, completely still on his back. There will be points when you have to check to be sure he's still breathing bc he makes 0 noise or movement. Almost vampiric. 🤣 

✿ Lewis Nixon: Lays on his back & snores like a chainsaw. Don't let him blame you for "stealing all the blankets"; it's 100% him & you were just trying to get some back. May turn over once or twice. Wakes up in the morning in a tangled blanket-cocoon with bedhead 🤭 Doing his best.

✿ Carwood Lipton: Side sleeper, arm around your waist like a gentleman, gentle nuzzles as he's getting comfortable which turn into y'all giggling. Very soft, barely-perceptible snores. A fairly light sleeper so if you get up, he'll notice but he has no trouble getting back to sleep after.

✿ Harry Welsh: Curls almost into the fetal position, holding you insanely close. If you need to get up for any reason, good luck because you will have to Pry his arms from around you and he will groan a complaint even in his sleep. He is somehow Always cold & uses you for warmth.

✿ Ronald Speirs: Force him to sleep please or he will stay up for days. Talks in his sleep but it's just complete & utter nonsense. Mumbles everything from "peanut butter" to "window sill" to something you swear was in a different language altogether, but if you confront him about it, he will deny it. He has a badass reputation to uphold, after all.

✿ Buck Compton: Between college, the Army, & law school, this man has been TRAINED to knock-out at a moment’s notice so he Can & Will sleep anywhere: The couch, the table, on the floor, on a train, on a boat, on a plane, you name it but wherever he is, he is Dead To The World. He does grind his teeth tho (all that internal stress, poor guy 🥺); please let him be the little spoon to relieve some of that.

✿ Don Malarkey: Snack King. Will hesitate in the doorway for like 5 minutes though, weighing his options bc he'd feel bad eating without you but he'd also feel bad for waking you up. Definitely stays in the kitchen to eat so he doesn't wake you (so considerate 😍). Moderately light sleeper. He doesn't wake up for every sound but he'd hear something like the phone ringing or a door opening.

✿ Bill Guarnere: TOSSING & TURNING. This man is as active asleep as he is awake. Hope you're a deep sleeper bc he sure is! Will get up at least once to get a snack tho & will bring it back to bed with him. There will be crumbs & if you wake up, you'll probably hear him crunching away. 😆 He grew up in a busy neighborhood in Philly with a big family so he'd probably fall asleep with the TV on for some background noise, if you let him. 

✿ Joe Liebgott: INSOMNIAC. He'll lay on his back with you so you can sleep on his chest but he'll be awake most of the night, staring at the ceiling. Definitely insists on being closest to the door, just in case (so protective 🥰). Might get up once or twice but he's impossibly quiet EXCEPT when he stubs his toe/trips over something, then you'll hear a "FUCK!" or "SHIT!" from somewhere in the dark.

✿ Eugene Roe: the world's lightest sleeper. He's so used to being on-call at all hours that he'll bolt awake at the slightest sound in case someone (you) needs something. Please cuddle & reassure this boy, he needs it. 🥺 Curls up under the blankets like a kitten. Definitely makes tea before bed. It's a nightly ritual at this point.

✿ George Luz: Sleeps on his stomach, one arm dangling off the bed. Has to be touching you somehow, even if it's just his foot or an arm draped across you. Drools on the pillow (but it's cute, dw 😆). Has the CRAZIEST dreams & will wake you up to share them with you. Gremlin energy (affectionate).

✿ Shifty Powers: Keeps a glass of water by his bedside (we love a hydrated king 🤌🏼) but gets up to use the bathroom like 50 times a night. He tries so hard to slip in & out of bed quietly though, bless him, because he doesn't want to disturb you. Gentle butterfly kisses every time he gets up. What a cutie 🥺

✿ Bull Randleman: Takes up all the space on his back like a starfish ⭐ so you kinda have to sleep piled on top of him like a kitten sleeping on someone's chest 😆 He loves it though bc he gets to feel like your protector. Truly a giant teddybear 🥺🙏🏼

✿ Joe Toye: Secret snuggler. Please give this man lots of cuddles bc he needs them. Sleeps on his side & loves to hold you. Please let him be the big spoon so he can feel powerful 🤭 Occasional sleepwalker. He woke up standing in the garage one night with no clue how he got there.

✿ David Webster: Definitely reads before bed. Has a pile of books on his bedside table that he’s “been meaning to get to" but he’s always falling asleep around the halfway mark with one on his face. Pls save his place for him or he'll wake up grumpy 😅

✿ Skip Muck: THE DEEPEST SLEEPER. He wouldn't notice if the world was ending. Rolls straight off the bed during the night too. You'd wake up & peek over the edge & there he is, laying spreadeagled on the floor, still sound asleep. 🤭

✿ Floyd Talbert: Definitely a snuggler so he'll hold you from behind but if you start "accidentally" pressing your butt into him, you're gonna get him going iykwim 😏 & he's gonna start kissing your neck. Many a sleepless night with that boy lol.

✿ Johnny Martin: He tosses & turns a little but mostly just some light snoring. Totally swears by his white noise machine though; he Cannot & Will Not live without it.

✿ Babe Heffron: Very cuddly but gives off a ton of heat so prepare to sweat. The good news is that his hands are always warm! Babe is all lanky arms & legs like a baby colt so you'll probably end up tangled together during the night (so cute 🥺)

✿ Frank Perconte: Definitely kicks in his sleep. If you wake him up, he'll immediately apologize & feel really bad about it but the moment he falls asleep again, he's right back to doing it. 💀

✿ Skinny Sisk: In a Perpetual state of motion, I am so sorry. 😭 Twitches quite a bit. Snacks also have had to be banned from the bed bc he is Not Above Eating Chips under the sheets & the crumbs get Everywhere.

[she-wolf09231982]

Had to reblog

So many to choose from! 🥰❤️🪖♠️🦅

Masterlist

Oneshots

Ron Speirs

Pull That Trigger

Ares and Athena

Learn to be Lonely

People-Watching vs People Watching

Alone, Together

Anywhere You Go (Let Me Go Too)

From Scratch

If You Strip Away the Myth From the Man

Everyone, Everywhere, Everything

Evaded By Hypnos

Joseph Liebgott

The Freudian Slip (Part One) (Part Two)

Touch Me, Love Me, Can't Get Enough

Miracle of Miracles

'Til Dawn

2am

Hardheaded At Best

Joe Toye

When You Talk To An Officer

In That Head

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

Seven

In Sickness and In Health

Bill Guarnere

Always Best to Believe in One's Self

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

You Need a Little Candor, Need a Little Candor

Might Find Love

Babe Heffron

Call A Medic (But Not For Me)

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

Inhale, Exhale

Eugene Roe

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

Avec Les Étoiles Dans Les Yeux

Staring At the Ceiling With You

Where There is Injury

Shifty Powers

You Tied a Tether Here to Keep Me Close

Don't You Feel My Heart Go?

She Used to Be Mine

Wildflower

David Webster

Friends That I Barely Know

Return to Sender (Part 2)

It Will Have Been Worth It

Lewis Nixon

I Can Read You Like a Magazine

Hold Me Close While I Think This Through

Coming Clean

Carwood Lipton

White Christmas

You Matter Too (I Promise You Do)

Skip Muck

I See Forever in Your Eyes

Dick Winters

Guardian Angel

Lucky Stars

Blushing All the Way Home

Skinny Sisk

Return to Sender (Part 2)

You've Got a Side You Can't Explain

George Luz

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

Cold Turkey

The Rest of the World Falls Away

Floyd Talbert

Passed Me a Note Saying, "Meet Me Tonight"

Johnny Martin

The Depths of Despair

Headcanons

Pining Headcanons

Bull Randleman and Chuck Grant

Joseph Liebgott and Dick Winters

George Luz and Don Malarky

Carwood Lipton and Joe Toye

Eugene Roe

Bill Guarnere

Joe Toye

Relationship Headcanons

Dating Shifty Powers

Dating George Luz

Dating Eugene Roe

Dating Lewis Nixon

Dating Joseph Liebgott

Dating Chuck Grant

Dating Dick Winters (as an OSS agent)

First date with Skinny Sisk

Misc. Headcanons

fem!reader overworking herself for Easy

taking care of Malarky

Easy Company reacts to praise

How they react to you being in a shootout

Helping a S/O who is touch starved

Christmas with Easy Company

How they react to false news of your death

Luz falling for a lady lieutenant

Asking their crush to be their Valentine

Asking their crush to be their Valentine (part 2)

How Liebgott would ask out his crush

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

Doc Roe dating an extrovert

Nurse!reader who has a boyfriend back home

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

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

How they take care of you when you're sick

Luz asking out his crush

Comforting them after a bad week

How they react to you being wounded in combat

How the officer squad reacts to your awards

First date with Winters

When they get jealous

Dick with an upbeat nurse

Double reaction - end of war

Original Character Fics

Like A Girl (Like A Man)

For Whatever We Lose

[kimiko-dear]

Obey Me Nightbringer Time Paradox

Solomon’s card, Down Memory Lane, from the 2024 HDD event, has made it clear that the developers have once again decided to muck up time. When Nightbringer first came out, and we were thrust into “the past,” I anticipated that we were going to have another one of these paradoxes, the question being, are we going to go back to our Original Game timeline, where none of the NB events have happened, or are we going to go to the “present” in the NB timeline, in which nothing in OG has happened.

Solomon transports us to a replica of Serenity Manor, and tells us that he can’t return us to our original timeline. I have a number of big problems with this.

NB MC is going to have had a completely different experience from everything OG MC did. Diavolo and Lucifer won’t have randomly picked MC for the exchange program. The exchange program would have been timed to coincide with NB MC’s “coming of age” (as it were,) because everyone’s waiting for MC to come back.

NB MC is going to be thrust into an unknown world filled with demons who seem to know them already, somehow, and adore them. No Belphie protesting the program because he hates humans - oh, no. He’s been anticipating MC’s return as much as everyone. The whole mystery of who’s in the attic, making MC form pacts to get him out…heck, all of season 1 is gone. It’s not the best way to erase the Lesson 16 mess.

MC is going to be blown away by all the brothers stumbling over each other to make pacts with them, too, and that has to be a pretty intimidating situation. There’s no reason that NB MC would have to do ANYTHING to persuade the brothers to make pacts. Kind of takes away from the point of pacts being difficult to obtain, and MC’s magical nature, relation to Lilith, and spunky personality are irrelevant and unnecessary.

NB Solomon is kind of out of his element here, too. He doesn’t remember any of the things that happened in NB seasons 1 and 2, because it was OG Solomon who was there. He’s going to hear that MC ends up as his apprentice, and all about MC’s amazing powers, and I wonder how he’s going to feel about being told what to do. (I headcanon that NB Solomon was off on an extended vacation in South America, just because it’s a fun explanation of why he might not have been there for that whole time.)

Now, of course, all the NB characters know that OG MC has the Ring of Light. Michael might have taken a bit of persuasion from Lucifer, but he would have eventually handed it over. Simeon can give it to NB MC right away.

There goes season 2. No disasters caused by MC’s growing power blurring the lines among the worlds, no Lucifer memory loss, all the most important elements of why MC is special to the brothers and the Devildom erased. Why is NB MC there, anyway? Everything gets handed to them on the basis of OG MC’s trip to the past.

Season 3 is gone, too. OG Solomon recreated a magical replica of Serenity Manor in this card, saying it doesn’t exist except in his and OG MC’s memories, so no Butcher, no death karaoke, no train trip, no amusement park, no bogeyman…no trials at all to gain a sorcerer’s license. I mean, I guess they can go and make up a new set of trials, since NB Solomon has been put on the spot to make NB MC a sorcerer. This season was about that and about Diavolo forming closer bonds with the brothers…is that going to go away, too? After all, their shared mission to bring NB MC to RAD might have been enough to make them all friends. The devs can’t possibly come up with a way that any of the brothers still have resentment towards or grudges against Diavolo, since they have now spent all this time working on realizing a common goal.

I’m not terribly sad about the loss of season 4, so I’m going to skip ahead to the worst part.

OG Solomon and OG MC are going to a different timeline. (Most likely the NB timeline, unless the devs have come up with some even worse idea.) This means that NB Solomon and NB MC suddenly find themselves whisked out of existence the moment OG Solomon and OG MC arrive. Where do they go? Will we ever know? Is it any less bad than what happened in Lesson 16?

Once the NB present picks up with OG Solomon and OG MC, there are several years of events they weren’t part of and won’t remember. Maybe the demons and angels will be happy for the return of OG MC, who is much less bland than NB MC, who had everything handed to them without the same trials and struggles, but it’s going to be rough dealing with two characters who are NOT THE SAME ONES they just spent all that time with. 

Will they miss NB MC? Will they wonder where NB MC and NB Solomon went, or what happened to them? Will they be able to love OG MC knowing that they are responsible for the obliteration of NB MC? Barbatos merging the timelines again is going to be the lamest deus ex machina possible, so I hope they come up with something better than that.

However, they’ve really written themselves into a corner here, and I’m far from certain that they’ll be able to write themselves out of it in a satisfactory manner. If NB season 3 repeats OG season 3 or pulls a “and then I woke up” scenario, it’s going to be awful. If the discrepancies I wrote about here aren’t addressed, it’s a huge injustice to fans who devoted so much time, energy, love and money to the first game.

We have to wait and see. For who knows how long. I’m hoping for a pleasant surprise, but worried that I may get something that makes me just drop the game out of frustration. Fingers crossed for the former.

[malicemaple]

Some Requiem backstory

Some spoilers for The Dark Urge, but a lot of it isn't canon but more headcanon on how I see my Durge's past.

Backstory: She's a Bhaalspawn. Dedicated to her father through and through. The dread lord, the assassin.

In her youth she had no idea she was. Just the urge whispering in the edges of her mind. A pull, an allure to kill and maim. It didn't start right away though. Raised by two individuals who found this wee babe. A human and a tiefling couple. A little tiefling baby, grey of skin and eyes of red. Alone baby cooing softly into the night, found by them on their way back home from a late night stroll from the harbour. The draw to this baby was powerful. No soul in sight. They didn't know what to do but considered this a blessing. Together they took the baby home and raised it as their own. Her name however was not Requiem back then. They named her Melody originally because she had such a beautiful laugh and the cutest face. Sweet as a melody. Her adoptive father being a musician himself as well.

For the first few years her adoptive father played music for her and watched the young one dance and sing as she got bigger and bigger. Started to even learn how to play the lyre as she aged. Yet the young Melody (who later will be given the name Requiem) would wonder off during the evening, sometimes even skipping out from school.

(This next part I know isn't canon per se, but it is my head canon. lol) There were abandon houses down by the harbour. There she would hear the urge call to her, starting to bubble up from the recesses of her mind. She would find herself waking up with blood on her hands and an animal torn apart as she sat within a room of the abandoned home. With no memory how she even got this animal to begin with. She was never scared, just confused. She didn't tell anyone, just wash her hands quietly and head back home. She kept it her secret.

Until one evening.

She found herself being woken up by a disgruntled boy's voice. Opening her eyes and trying to focus her sight to see a disheveled boy with black hair and dark eyes. His clothes simple, his stare frustrated. Sitting up she again found herself with bloody hands and fluffs of small plumage dried in the cakey brown blood on her hands. Just the boy just giving her a hard time being in his secret spot and got a dirty bloody bird in it too. After some exchanges and talk she learned it was a boy of the name Enver.

With time she found herself more and more sneaking out to meet up and follow after the Cobbler's son. Trying to get an understanding of him as he didn't fear her. Didn't blink much about the blood on her hands. Curious of his tinkering and why he always was leaving home. After some time they even started to be friends.

He tolerated her, despite being weirdly violent girl.

She'd leave him letters and bring him snacks, he didn't look like he ate well, or often for that matter. Her mother working as a baker was nice for this. She'd softly play her lute, her back to his as he would tinker quietly. Mucking around with scraps he would find. It was peaceful. Far more than normal. Especially for Enver. He even started to call her by a nickname. Melody didn't fit her. One who plays music and "accidentally" kills innocent animals wouldn't be simply a melody, but a Requiem. A name far more powerful. He would speak about rising up, gaining so much power he wouldn't have to fear anything again. Hide no more. No one can do him wrong. His words so full of hatred... She would listen to him. He spoke of her being by his side when this happens. Talking for hours in their secret place away from the world.

It was too good to be true.

One night young Melody grew into her nickname. Awaking dead of night to the death of both her, who had assumed were her parents, both dead upon the ground. Blood cooling upon the ground, pooling beneath her feet. The lyre strapped to her back and a knife in her hand. For the first time she trembled at the sight. This was no simple mouse or bird. These were her parents who raised her. From the shadows a goblin looking character with black and red garb. A hat adorning a snakes skeleton, smiling gleefully. Applauding the young mistress of her first true murder. That her true father would be so proud. In shock, dropping the knife, she ran. Bolting from the home, running as fast as she could to the Cobbler's home. Hoping to find sanctuary with her only friend. Hiding in the shadows, beneath the window of the kitchen before climbing in she over heard his parents speaking. Being so elated not worry about their debt thanks to handing Enver over to a warlock. They also didn't need to deal with him no more.

Feeling a hand on her shoulder to see the goblin looking character again. Toothy smile, expressing she won't find her friend and it is time to go home. He'll explain everything later.

And that was that for her youth. There were multiple deaths that night. Her adopted parents, Melody, and her friendship. After that she continued growing up within the temple of Bhaal. Learning of her true identity. Requiem was who she was going forward. Once old enough she still went to a bardic college within Baldur's Gate. Partaking in her studies to bolster her talents of magic and martial combat. Swords, daggers, bows. It makes killing that much easier.

She became a terror, but none would have known any better. She knew how to sing, dance, act, and play different instruments (though the lyre was her favourite as it was her first). She had so much charisma she could sell a miser out of his last coin. She'd poison people at weddings and banquets. She'd use her music and spells to disguise herself as someone else and would confidently walk into homes to kill the family in the night. She'd lure drunken fools looking for a quick twist into the alleys for her to be the only one to emerge. And no one was the wiser with how she blended in and knew how to talk. And after killing she'd sing her prayers out to her father in pure reverence. Leading the believers in the temple with ceremony, ritual, death, prayer... Requiem.

Years and years will go by. Until one day it was brought to her attention that a young upstart Banite was gaining traction and the dead three is seeking an alliance to build power once again. Being the head of the temple, Requiem asked to go and meet. See if it will be worth doing. Being loyal to no one but her father she agreed to do it as he wishes it. Deep with in underground where the thieves and cutthroats lurk. Nothing she wasn't used to as she'd do hits for gang leaders. Heading into the location, the door guarded by heavily armour humans with black hands adorning their armour. Requiem moves to enter being blocked without proof, which came with a swift stab into the throat of one of the guards. Moving at lightning speeds about the strike the next one to her arm being grabbed, twisting quickly throwing her weight to slice them to see dark eyes meet her red ones. Those eyes so familiar. The black hair and dark eyes, looking back at the tiefling that's grey of skin and eyes of red. Both realizing who each other was. Enver and Requiem, chosen of two of the dead three. Long years apart with no idea where one another was, if each other was alive.

In that moment the talk of power was truly going to begin.

Their power will be... absolute.

[delusioniste]

Hi mod, i saw that you write for Prison Playbook, thank you so mucho 😭🙏🏽 can you pls do a headcanon or a oneshot for Captain Yoo (Haein's character), i'm obsessed w that man and i can't find any fics for him 🥺 pls i beg you 🙏🏽

유대위/Captain Yoo Jung-woo | Reader (슬기로운 감빵생활/Prison Playbook)

Hi darling, thanks for requesting xxx I don't exactly enjoy writing for widely liked and conventionally attractive characters but here you gooo! Hope you enjoy! Warning(s): suggestive at times

- Yoo Jung-woo is super down to earth (the okokok to your lalala basically) and embodies rationale and logical decision-making

- he does the finances, if you want to do them he will try to help even if his help is not needed because he's convinced he takes it more seriously than you

- law and order™

- however he has a lighter side and mucks around with you frequently à la rolling around the floor laughing at some sort of meme or funny anecdote or just because he farted and you attacked him for it

- enjoys cooking with you a lot, is good at noodle dishes

- likes to eat kimchi and spicy food but is not willing to actually make it himself (so you go to the shops instead)

- workout freak, 24/7

- never, ever skips the sport (makes sense because of his military profession lmao) and when at home encourages you to participate (personal trainer at no cost)

- smiles at you often with the attitude of letting you in on a secret, even when you're at the opposite end of the room

- favourite thing is holding hands with you

- dislikes formal wear like blazers and chinos and shirts except for his service uniform, has a varied collection of t-shirts

- you are so welcome to borrow them, he enjoys seeing them on you + slipping his hands underneath to put them on your hips and send you into shock with his cold skin

- likes scaring you with his cold skin in general

- conscious of duty and honour and has an extremely strong moral sense, is not afraid to defend you from any harassment and also anyone else he encounters for that matter

- punctuality is written in capitals, will forgive you if you're late though because he's your boyfriend

- likes swimming in mountain creeks and waterfalls, you often go on long hikes with him in national parks and other mountainous areas

- is ticklish

- you wearing his uniform beret

- is a sweet and soft kisser, not the type to eat your mouth out (he can do so if desired but he doesn't do that on a regular basis), always smiles at you after

- is a hugging person but in general less physical

- sits you down on the sofa or the floor and brushes your hair with painstaking care and love as if he's doing an asmr video

- gathers the fallen hairs and makes the effort of binning them for you

- you like going food shopping together

- his brother is so glad that Jung-woo has you, you get invited to their house often

- sexy time is varied and fun, you both like to switch and try out different things, he will be serious but also smile at you like an angel sent from heaven

- eats you out with relish

- will wash your hair for you when you shower (baths at home are uncommon in korea) (I know this bc I'm a korean myself)

- sleeps like a rock, is irritated if disturbed and will ignore you and try to get back to sleep

- when you're down or struggling he will talk you through it and offer reassurance, constructive criticism, hugs and rational solutions and a neutral perspective

- has fixed routines (again owing to the army) and is not the most flexible person tbh, likes being prepared but doesn't get angry if he isn't

- generally slow to anger, is a forgiver and forgetter, but also can deliver the driest, most humiliating, holier-than-thou, withering lectures ever

- a sweet boyfriend to have

[haeryth]

Headcanon: Rebelling

Kane’s rebellious nature started when he was twelve and continued for many years afterwards, even to this day where he will oppose authority and talk back to his own boss. It seems to just now be built into him but he wasn’t always so.

Up until the age of twelve he was just like any other common kid without problems; with a good and loving family and being someone who hated school as many kids do as he’d rather stay home and draw or play video games. But at this age his parents decided he was old enough to help out and started tasking him with looking after his two younger brothers who were respectively, to Kane’s age of twelve, nine and five. His parents worked hard as his mother was a waitress for most of the day and his father worked at a pier on long hours. So at this age they thought he was suiting to look after both younger brothers as opposed to them having to pay for expensive childcare.

At first Kane didn’t mind too much, but as the months drew on he started to hate everything about it. The youngest brother would cry a lot and the oldest always mucked about if by tormenting Kane and hiding or just being a general pest. So after months of this he started to think on how to get away with not looking after them and told them both to look after each other while he went out and played with his friends.

It sort of worked and his parents were none the more wiser to his antics. It was, after all, only for a few hours each evening and rarely on weekends.

Sometimes however he couldn’t get away with it and had to stay at home and so his anger began to rise and rather rapidly. So then he started bunking off school to have more free time to do whatever he wanted. Surely enough his parents eventually received a call that he was skipping school and bringing in fake notes and he was told off for his actions. But of course Kane didn’t care and just continued, if not got worse. Sometimes he was even brought home by authorities. Again, he didn’t care. He just hated looking after his two brothers so much.

When thirteen he met a bunch of older kids in the school toilets during one class time and got chatting with them as they were also bunking off, and all became friends. This escalated and one of them soon introduced him to ‘friends’ outside of school who were much older, going around at least ten years their senior. Kane thought himself so cool to have older friends and skipped more school to be with this little gang who were in their late twenties, Kane only thirteen. They seemed nice enough and accepted him as their own.

They also taught him how to steal effectively, throw punches, defend himself and generally how to break laws without getting caught. And Kane loved it. He loved rebelling against everybody and people would stare on in shock as he mouthed off to adults and ran from police, never getting caught.

Unfortunately the gang betrayed him and he was left leaving home at sixteen in fear for his life. Yet still did he rebel and eventually moved elsewhere, stealing somebody’s phone and got an overnight jail sentence. But it didn’t deter him. He continued never once did he get caught.

Needless to say he only stopped rebelling at nineteen when he met somebody who seemed to calm him down and helped him discover more of himself, let him be himself and was generally just was a good influence.

Sadly with their passing it wasn’t too much longer until Kane started to rebel again, even to this day where he just can’t help but oppose authority as he used to, getting his adrenaline rushing to help combat the negative feelings from what happened at sixteen and then inevitably the death of his friend. It makes a good distraction to him.

[1waveshortofashipwreck]

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Pokemon League Easy Company

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[ithinkabouttzu]

hello!

can i request a bob headcannon about the gn!reader having a cat that doesn't like the boys :)? feel free to skip this if you don't feel like writing it!

Easy co. reacting to their s/o having a cat that doesn’t like them!

a/n: Thank you for request love! i hope you enjoy!! 💗

genre: fluff!

warnings: swearing, a little jealousy?

description: Some of men from Easy reacting to their gn s/o having a cat that doesn’t like them!

taglist: @executethyself35 @linhkhanhcps @1waveshortofashipwreck @grumpy-liebgott @barbeygirl @samwinchesterslostshoe @ronsenthal @sweetxvanixlla @mstiemountainhop (If you want to be on this list, let me know!! :))

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Dick Winters: Every time he’s at your place, he would just simply try to avoid your cat as much as possible. Like knowing that your cat doesn’t like him one bit, he’s not going to try and make friends with the little guy/girl. Maybe every once and while he’d buy your pet toys or treats for special occasions.

Lewis Nixon: It’s kinda pathetic how desperate he is to make your cat like him. Not because he likes cats a whole lot or anything but mostly because he wants to impress you. I could def see him whispering to your cat while you’re out of the room like, “hey you little fucker, why don’t you like me, huh?” He makes sure to get them a custom-made vat 69 chew toy.

Carwood Lipton: “Hey, you don’t have to be scared.” Unlike Winters he IS going to try and make friends with the little critter even after it’s been made clear that they don’t like him one bit lol. Everytime that he is over at your place he always greets your cat and immediately gets rejected by a hiss lol. He would sweetly talk to them when you’re sleeping like, “Your parent is the best person I know, you be good to them alright?”

Joe Toye: The feeling is surely mutual. You would probably think the feud between them two is hilarious. Like if your cat gives Joe that side eye look (that one all cats give) you better believe Joe is giving one right back to them. “Something is wrong with your cat, I think he/she’s plotting something evil.”

Joe Liebgott: He tries a good bit to be friends with your cat at first, but after a while he just learns to keep his distance after a good scratch on his arm. Even after that though you will always see Joe coming back to your place with treats, food, or toys. “I know you like me. You’re just trying to put up a front cuz’ i’m with your parent.”

Bill Guarnere: He has SERIOUS beef with your cat. Like the moment your cat even GLANCES at him he’s gonna say some dumb shit like, “Babe get your cat before he catches these hands” Lmaoo he’d never actually hurt your cat but he talks a big game to them alllll the time. Bill and your cat “act” like they don't like each other but then you’d see them secretly cuddling while you’re not paying attention.

George Luz: He’s kinda like Lip, willingly trying to play with your cat when they are just OVER it. Whenever the cat and him are alone it literally looks like the cat is babysitting Luz lmao. He would buy your cat a bunch of little fake rats and feather toys in hopes they would play with him. “Oh c’monn! You can’t act like you hate me forever!”

Bull Randleman: He’s gonna stay as far from the cat as possible. In all honesty, and he probably wouldn’t say this to you because he wouldn’t want you to get mad, but he HATES cats. 1. Because he’s allergic, 2. Because they’re always grumpy (In his words not mine.) He might pet cat a few times but that's about it.

Eugene Roe: “Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you I promise.” He’s so patient with your cat, it’s so freaking sweet. He doesn’t want to make your cat nervous or uncomfortable so he wouldn’t try pushing to play with him/her especially knowing that they don’t like him.

Floyd Talbert: He’s definitely gonna sit there and bribe your cat with treats for sure. Also saying shit like “You gotta start liking me someday, i’m gonna be your new dad soon” LMFAO. I have a feeling he would get oddly jealous over your cat if you were cuddling them and not him. “If you kiss them, you gotta kiss me too, yk?”

Skip muck: When you warn him that your cat isn’t very friendly and might get territorial his exact words are, “No way! I’m amazing with animals, practically a cat whisperer.” Pan to him a couple hours later keeping a three feet distance from your cat because it bit the shit out of his ankle and now he’s genuinely afraid of your cat. Let’s just say he’d keep his distance after that.

Don Malarkey: He would try being as friendly as possible with your cat (despite him being a very big dog person) at first, but once he realizes how much your cat actually hates him he gets kind of offended not gonna lie. “Honey, I’ve done almost everything to socialize with them, am I doing something wrong?”

Babe Heffron: He sneezes every time he’s around your cat soo much and he swears to you that he isn’t allergic. The beef all starts when he starts sneezing super hard around your place and it scares the fuck out of your cat. He doesn’t mean to antagonize them, but it just comes off that way with the loud ass sneezes, will buy a couple toys for them tho.

Shifty Powers: This man is the actual male version of snow white, so when you tell him your cat is a bit reactive and probably won’t like him he understands, but at the same time when he meets your cat he’s going to spend the rest of his night trying to get them to like him. (And it obviously works somehow because he’s an animal whisperer.)

Frank Perconte: “If that cat bites me or claws me, I'm swingin’.” Right from the moment he meets your cat he’s giving them the dirtiest looks EVER. Sometimes he feels like he’s definitely fighting for your attention whenever the cat is around. He might act like he’s your cat's biggest hater but in all honesty he loves them to death.

Ronald Speirs: He is ODDLY quiet around the cat. The only way I can describe the relationship is Brennan and Dale from Stepbrothers. They love each other, can't stand each other, but are also seen being together all the time? Both him and the cat will act like they don’t like eachother but they do.

Johnny Martin: He’s very willing to push for a relationship with your cat, even if they absolutely hate him. Mostly to make you happy and comfortable with them two being around each other. Whenever the cat hisses at him he loves to say that “they’re just warming up to me.” And it’s literally been 5 months LMAO.

Skinny Sisk: “Aw, aren’t you a little cutie?” The hate is so one-sided it’s horrible. He will desperately try to hangout with your cat while they actually want to bite his eyes out. “Here, let me feed them, maybe they’ll like me more if I do it.” Sweet baby is COMMITTED to making your cat like him.

Chuck Grant: Whenever he is at your place and sees your cat, he acts simply invisible. His reasoning is, if he acts like he isn't there then he practically is. He won’t go as far as to even look your cat in the eye. He might pet them once or twice but other than that he likes to keep his distance.

David Webster: He probably wants to read you an article on reactive cats and the proper way to fix the aggression coming from them of course. He wants to make sure your cat doesn't hate him for long. He would try playing a lot of calming music for animals and stuff like that when they are hanging out.

Buck Compton: He’s probably going to go out of his way to buy your cat all kinds of stuff like toys and treats but as far as interacting goes he doesn’t like to be around them for too long (especially when you aren’t there with him too lmao) he’s scared of your cat but definitely won’t admit that to you haha.

Again, thank you for requesting! If you enjoyed, make sure to like or reblog!! 💗

[bellewintersroe]

Headcanon : Easy boys reaction to seeing their lady lieutenant for the first time.

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AAAAHHH I love this!!! Thank you so much for the request and inspo, I appreciate it a lot! Hope you enjoy and hope you have a great day :):):) <;3

Easy boys reacting to seeing their lady Lieutenant for the first time:

Dick Winters: ok it would not matter what ranking Dick has, at this point he could be major or a lieutenant himself- but he’s still a blushing mess. Omg he’d be so so so so respectful, and would not bat an eyelid at listening to a woman in command. Sometimes he finds his eyes following you a little too much, and immense guilt and a fear of him breaking the rules ensues.

Lewis Nixon: smirks and shrugs it off, he’s so calm about it, but you’re so hot, he knows damn well how some of the men are gonna act like dogs in heat. Not Nix though, even with his cool exterior he knows how to treat a woman. Might forget to call you ma’m sometimes when he gets more friendly with you.

Ron Speirs: in shock. A little worried?? Confident because you seem so sure of yourself? Ron doesn’t know how to feel from first impressions- but one things for sure, he wouldn’t even think for a second about something as small as twitching his lips in reaction. He’s so respectful, would rather watch you from afar before judging you immediately. He’s super mysterious.

Carwood Lipton: super friendly, probably befriends you first out of everybody. He trusts you as long as you trust him and believes the two of you truly will make a good team. Would be your number 1 supporter and in your downtime he finds himself blushing and gazing like a teenager in love.

Babe Heffron: would probably shit himself? Idk just gives the impression that he’d be a nervous wreck.

Bill Guarnere: tells Heffron to shut the hell up as he himself swags his way towards you, before you have to remind him you’re not just some civilian woman, you’re his companies lieutenant. Apologises and probably admires you forever after this for being so bold.

Joe Toye: ok don’t take this the wrong way but I feel like Toye curses when he see’s his lieutenant is a female the first time? Not because he’s got a bad attitude to women, but this is the 1940s, he’s just in pure shock- I think he’d be guilty of not believing you’re as strong as the men at first.

Joe Liebgott: on the outside he acts all cool, tries to act a mixture between smug and shocked that the companies Lieutenant is a ‘chick’. On the inside he’s freaking out internally because goddddd you’re hot. You’d probably over hear him 50 times talking about how hot you are- he thinks he’s so sly as well.

Floyd Talbert: again, guilty of fancying the hell out of you. However, I feel like Floyd would be more respectful? Yes, I know he gets labelled as a womaniser and all, but I think he’d be kinda shy? Maybe worried what you think about him? Idk he’d give off the vibes that he wants you to like him, so the first time you meet him he’s surprisingly quiet.

David Webster: superrrrrr impressed that the lieutenant is a female. If Web was around in the modern day I think he’d be a feminist. Would brag to other men from different companies about you.

Eugene Roe: SHYYYYY, would barely be able to hold eye contact with you. I think Gene’s a lot more tough than we all give him credit for, but around women he’s a little quieter, so especially for his lieutenant who’s got authority over him, he feels a little nervous!

Shifty Powers: if anybody said ANYTHING bad about you Shifty would jump to your defence! Not in a harsh or abrupt way, he’d be very clear, letting people know they shouldn’t undermine your abilities, and reminds them of all your achievements.

Warren Skip Muck: like Lipton would befriend you instantaneously. He’d be so kind and energetic, he probably wouldn’t look at you any different than any of the men in charge- of course he probably has a little crush on you- but he’s one of the first people to go out of his way to befriend you!

Don Malarkey: giggles.

George Luz: giggles even harder- apologises with a boyish smile when you call him out.

Hoobler: this cutie would be so soft:( he’d make conversation with you and I feel like he’d be so innocent and starts telling you about the Luger pistol he wants to find.

Buck Compton: in the early days he’d be a little confused? Of course he’d never say this to your face or to anybody else but he’s wary. After a while he realises how much he can trust you and hates himself for ever having a doubt about you.

Chuck Grant: would probably smirk to himself, cos you’re hot, but he’s too respectful to admit anything out loud so silently admires you and how strong headed you are.

[liebgotts-lovergirl]

Fire On Fire: Chapter 11

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Summary: Alix prepares for her next mission despite still being haunted by her last. WARNINGS: Death, Survivor's Guilt, Angst, a protective Joe, the usual war stuff Taglist: @softguarnere @latibvles @brassknucklespeirs @mccall-muffin @auroralightsthesky

Contemporary: September 15th, 1944. Aldbourne, England.

Unlike the rest of Easy, Alix hadn't gotten any free time in England. 

She hadn't seen Joe, Skip, Don, or any of Easy Company, save for Nixon, in about 2 months because she was practically living with the SOE. 

The British were in charge of the latest operation, meaning that Alix had to rely on the Strategic Operations Executive for all additional training and intel, much to her chagrin.

Rumors were swirling in the intelligence community that the SOE had been compromised but no one wanted to believe it.

One of the foremost Allied espionage organizations, compromised?

It was truly a harrowing thought.

Every time she was in an intelligence briefing or doing combat training, she couldn't help but wonder if her opponent was actually an enemy agent. There was almost no way to know until it was too late, like with Jean-Pierre.

You should've known.

It pounded like footfalls on pavement in her head.

You should've known.

You should've known.

He was a fucking kid, for Christ's sake, still a teenager, not even old enough to buy a drink back home in the States.

He liked playing chess and Benny Goodman records.

But he was an enemy spy.

He was the Milice and Gestapo Liaison.

He was the mole.

He had betrayed her friends.

And now he was dead.

The gunshots, the blood spatter, the dull thud of his body hitting the pew, those lifeless gray eyes staring into space...

She saw them every night in her sleep. Alix couldn't remember the last time she'd woken up rested.

Every day, she fought monsters and every night, they just came back in some twisted Sisyphean dance, and she'd wake up with her heart just about beating out of her chest.

Does it count as survivor's guilt if you're a murderer?

Are you still a murderer if it's your job to murder?

Alix didn't have the answers.

As the agency in charge of the next operation, British Intelligence had done their best to remedy the damage that Jean-Pierre had done to her operations but there was no telling if it would work. A fake obituary had been planted in the French and German press to kill off her old identity and erase any Gestapo suspicion of her escape from France. But that meant a new identity needed to take its place so she could continue her work, an identity that the SOE would be supplying...

"Adelina and Niccolò Duchamps?" Alix read, turning the forged passports over in her hands before looking up at the man standing at the opening of her tent. "We have a joint cover now? You've got to be joking." 

"Believe me, I wish I was," Lieutenant Nixon replied grimly as he entered from the night, nursing a flask full of what Alix guessed was his usual whiskey. 

"But they're sending me with you this time. Orders came in this morning."

"Why?" Alix crossed her arms, bristling at the insinuation. "I completed my mission just fine without you before. I think I'm well-past needing a babysitter."

HQ was constantly undermining her, like she hadn't been training for two whole years for exactly this type of solo mission.

What was the point of having highly-trained female operatives if they wouldn't let them into the field because they're female?

It was maddening.

"Trust me, I don't like it any better than you do but we don't have a choice."

He grimaced.

"You had Toulouse's support in France but we don't have that in Holland. It's heavily male-dominated and they won't take well to a female agent unless she's accompanied. HQ figures a brother/sister team is the best way to go."

 

"Well that's stupid," Alix remarked, putting her hands on her hips. "I was trained for fieldwork. They need to let me do my fucking job." 

"You're preaching to the choir, kid." Nixon replied dryly. "Not that it's much consolation but I tried to make the same argument to HQ earlier and they read me the fucking riot act so if you want to try, be my guest but don't cry to me when they pull you from the mission completely." 

Alix cocked an eyebrow.

"You really stuck up for me with HQ?" she asked, not quite believing her ears. "You told them I was ready to go into the field alone? Am I hearing this correctly?"

"And look, I'm already regretting it," Nixon deadpanned.

Alix rolled her eyes at him and sipped her third coffee of the day out of her godawful tin mug.

So her handler believed in her after all.

How about that, she thought. Better look up when I'm outside tomorrow morning. Might see some pigs flying next.

She would've killed for something stronger than coffee to steady her nerves but her handler had a strong No-Drinking-On-the-Job rule, which naturally seemed to only apply to her.

 

"Well I still don't like the joint cover idea," she groused doggedly and Nixon took another long swig from his flask before clinking it against her mug like they were exchanging cheers on New Years. 

"Join the club."

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Contemporary: September 17th, 1944. Membury Airfield, England.

Alix could hear Bill from halfway across the airfield, arriving at the moral of a colorful story he'd been telling some spellbound replacements, presumably to keep them from getting too nervous before the jump. 

"And that, kiddies," he said sagely. "is why you never piss off an Italian woman, 'specially when she's from Philly." 

"You talking about me again, Guarnere?" she teased as she approached the cluster. "Starting a fan club or something?"

"Well, speak of the she-devil!" Bill exclaimed with his usual welcoming grin, clapping her on the back like an old friend. "Where ya been, Pyro? Joe's been real lonely! Ain't that right, Lieb?"  

"Nah, hardly noticed." 

Alix's heart leapt at the familiar rasp. One of the taller replacements shifted to the side and there was Joe, her Joe, standing just behind him, the gold flecks in his eyes catching the sunlight as he looked at her. 

They didn't even need words; the way his face had brightened upon seeing her said it all, but he spoke anyway.

"Hiya gorgeous," he remarked, his usual smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Long time, no see." 

God, I missed you, Alix thought.

"Sorry, do I know you?" she teased and Joe broke into a grin, tugging her into his arms for a hug. 

"By now? You'd fuckin' better." 

Snaking his arm around her waist proudly, Joe stayed attached to her side the whole time preparations for the jump were taking place.

Neither of them voiced it but Alix knew in the pit of her stomach that they were both afraid. 

Soon, forces beyond their control would rip them apart and every parting held the risk of a more permanent goodbye.

Spies operating radios in the field had a life expectancy of 6 weeks. It was only a matter of time before she got caught, they both knew that.

And caught, for a spy, almost always meant torture and death.

Their love was very much on borrowed time.

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As usual, Joe insisted on checking her chutes before his own and when he found that her reserve was damaged, he just about lost it. 

"Who the fuck rigged this?" he demanded, momentarily separating himself from her to interrogate a couple unfortunate PRs who happened to be passing by. 

She could hear the shaking rage in Joe's rising voice, threatening the Parachute Riggers with every conceivable danger he could think of as he pushed for the name of the person who'd unknowingly endangered the life of someone he cared for. 

Alix shook her head, a little embarrassed and a lot amused. 

She didn't think she would've ended up using the faulty reserve anyway because her primary was fine but she still pitied the person who'd packed it whenever the infuriated Joe got ahold of him. 

Meandering away from the argument over her damaged chute, Alix wove her way through the crowd as she searched for her two best friends, squinting in the sunlight as she scanned for the recognizably bright red hair of Don Malarkey. 

Locating Don was a sure-fire way to locate Skip as well because in all the time she'd known them, she'd never seen them apart. 

The three of them had been attached at the hip since they'd met at the White Rose several months earlier when a bored Alix had accidentally talked her way into a drinking contest with the two of them, eventually resulting in the trio stumbling outside into an alleyway and violently throwing up their dinners onto the bricks and bushes nearby.

Out of the goodness of his heart (and perhaps out of sheer exasperation), Skip had eventually declared a Three-Way Tie but even all those months later, both Don and Alix each remained insistent that they were the true winner. 

It didn't feel right being away from them, Alix thought as she surveyed the crowd. She missed her favorite dumbasses. 

Stopping a passing trooper at the edge of the larger crowd, she was about to inquire if he'd seen the pair when a yank on a strand of her hair and a loud "Ahem!" answered her question before it was even asked.

"Scuse me, trooper," a voice from behind said, trying and failing to adopt a gruff, businesslike tone. "But your hair's not in regs."  

"Gonna have to take a knife to it, I guess!" another voice chimed in, brimming with laughter. 

"Do it and die, you two," Alix threatened jokingly, turning around to see the grinning faces of Skip Muck and Don Malarkey standing just behind her. 

"Thought that was you, Pyro," Skip beamed, giving his friend a bear hug. "Either that or one of the fellas got real comfortable with hair curlers all of a sudden!" 

"'S good to have you back," Malarkey added as he joined the impromptu group hug. "We missed ya!"

"I missed you guys too," Alix replied with a grin. "Hope I didn't miss out on anything too fun while I was gone. SOE briefings are a nightmare!"

"Oh yeah, you missed a swell time," Skip snarked with a friendly nudge of her shoulder. "Nothing like sitting around, twiddling our thumbs while there's a war on. Does wonders for morale."

"Yeah, I bet," Alix quipped. 

She was about to ask Skip if he and Faye had decided on a song for their first dance yet when the loud rumbling of a nearby Jeep interrupted.

All three of their heads perked up at the same time as it passed, each bearing a similar expression of consternation and horror as they realized who was inside it. 

"What is he doing here?" Alix hissed and Malarkey blanched at the sight.

"Son of a bitch," he muttered just as Sobel approached them, with the same vicious smugness as he’d had so many months before, like a hungry snake staring down its dinner.

“Well, if it isn’t Muck, Malarkey, and Martinelli," he sneered, his voice practically dripping with sarcasm. "Our Three fucking Musketeers."

Unpleasant memories of 5 mile runs and digging ditches flashed through Alix's mind like a film reel of her most miserable moments and it took all her strength not to haul off and punch Sobel right in his stupid fucking face, consequences be damned. 

"Sir." She saluted but glared at him as she spat the word, wanting him to know just how it burnt like acid to have to address him as a superior. 

But he looked straight past her as though she wasn't even there. 

"Malarkey," he barked and Alix could feel Don's shoulders sag in defeat. 

"Sorry Mal," Alix whispered out of the corner of her mouth and she could see Skip slipping away as well, a half-apologetic, half-amused expression on his face. 

“What’s that all about?” Alix asked as the pair ducked their way out of earshot. 

“Oh Mal and Moore stole a bike for a while,” Skip answered as casually as one talks about the weather.

“They took it for a spin or two…maybe three... Anyway, Sobel’s pissed about it, as you can see.”

“Damn Skipper, sounds like I missed more than I thought.” 

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Like magic, Joe reappeared beside her just before she was due to leave.

“Took care of the fuckin’ moron who packed your chute, Zees,” he remarked, handing her a new pack. 

“This one oughta work as your spare.” 

"Not bad, Romeo," Skip commented as he helped Alix attach it. "Hope you didn't scare the poor kid too bad though. We need all the manpower we can get." 

"Nah," Joe replied with a wry smirk. "Didn’t scare him too bad. Just enough. Shouldn't be packing chutes if he can't pack 'em right anyway."  

Skip and Joe were still conversing but once she was properly outfitted, Alix couldn't help but tune them out, releasing a shaky sigh. 

Soon she would be jumping into Occupied Holland and during the day, no less. 

They would be completely exposed, in broad daylight: a spy's worst nightmare. 

All it would take was one trigger-happy sadist in a gray uniform to end the lives of herself and everyone she cared about. 

She tried to keep her face impartial but Joe could feel her unease and lightly brushed his arm against hers, leaning into her just enough that she could feel the weight of him next to her. 

I love you, Ziskeit, the gesture said. I'm right here.

Alix did the same and gave him a wan smile in return.

I know. I love you too. 

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The jump into the Netherlands wasn’t too bad, all things considered. The air had a pleasant autumn feel, the sky an endless stretch of soft pastel blue instead of a bitter rain, and for once, nobody was shooting at them on their way down. 

Alix, Lieutenant Nixon, and a small cluster of pathfinders had left England and dropped in hours before the rest of the Airborne arrived. It would be easier to connect with the Dutch Resistance without worrying about crowds of paratroopers causing unnecessary attention.

The dense blanket of low-clinging Dutch clouds made it near impossible to tell where they were dropping, so when the time came, it seemed like everyone was simply giving it their best guess. 

Alix landed a little harder than she'd planned to, smacking the side of her hip against the ground with a thud, but she recovered quickly.

After freeing herself of her parachute and stumbling to her feet– which was not an easy task in civilian clothing– Alix jogged to catch up with Lieutenant Nixon, who was already several strides ahead of her. 

"You’re clear on the mission, targets, and cover story, correct?” he asked as she approached, his Italian almost as flawless as her own. “Because if you have any last minute questions, now is the time.”

Alix took a moment to ponder, running though everything she’d read in the past couple days, before asking, 

“If we’re supposed to be the children of a Swiss-Italian socialite, then why did the SOE change our father’s surname to French? It was De Rossi before, wasn’t it?” 

“It was,” Nixon agreed. “But they wanted to give us an out. So they made the mother’s maiden name De Rossi and made her married name Duchamps instead. There’s a lot of anti-Italian sentiment going around in Resistance groups lately due to the Italian Campaign and we don’t need any friction. This way, we can switch as needed.”

Alix inspected her false identification papers one final time before tucking them back into the waistband of her trousers with a simple nod. 

“Fair enough.” 

As the pair approached the outskirts of the city, rustic farmhouses and rows upon rows of brick townhouses stood before them, a sea of orange flags marking each one like bright traffic cones. 

“You ready?” Nixon asked out of the corner of his mouth as they both scoured the urban landscape for their Resistance contact.

Alix snorted. 

"Ready as I'll ever be." 

[softliebgott]

— skip headcanon: that time of the month

about: first time writing something with skip! hope this one is okay 😭

warnings: natural body stuff!!

— skip going to the store to get you tampons. he texts you what ‘harpoons’ you want

— “you mean tampons?”

— “don’t you have to shoot ‘em up there like a harpoon?”

— him standing awkwardly outside the bathroom door yelling, “do you need any sanitary napkins in there?”

— he’ll give massages, cuddles, and french toast and sometimes (if you’re lucky) he will even clean the dishes (which he hates doing)

— not gonna lie, he seems the type to get timid around you because he never knows what mood you’re in

— him tip-toeing into the bedroom to grab something, thinking you’re sleeping but then you say, “skip, what are you doing”

— he SCREAMS “JESUS DON’T KILL ME”

— he’ll throw hershey’s kisses at you from across the room

— no but the sheer amount of puns

— you cannot tell me skip doesn’t enjoy those

— “a standing ovulation for you for making it through another day!”

— “a round of menopause, am i right?”

— sometimes he will annoy you but it’s because he’s so comfortable around you he shares EVERY thought that comes to him. he doesn’t realize you need your quiet and space most of the time

— “hey what about a tampon but it’s one of those surprise dinosaurs that grow in water? so when ya pull it out, you wonder, ‘will i get a stegosaurus or a velociraptor?’ only your cervix knows!”

— you laugh a little, but then ya gush blood, and then you get sad

— skip panicking as you’re crying and trying to comfort you with hugs and back rubs

— if needed, he’ll help you to relax enough to fall asleep by playing with your hair, rubbing your back, or letting you lay on top of him because the pressure counters the cramps

— him lending you his shirts, sweatpants, and boxers

— i have a feeling skip would be a grand cook and baker. he’ll get excited when you think you feel well enough for some food. his favorites to make are cornmeal pancakes, orange soda sherbet, and fluffy scrambled eggs

— but of course he hates cleaning up after

— but then you give him that look, and he’s on it

[shiftysdogtags]

MA’AM I have come for some headcanons where you’re in a relationship with Malark and Skip is your best friend PLEASE 🥺

I honestly can't begin to describe my love for Skip and Malarkey. I really really had to include all the little gifs, partly because it's an excuse to use them all and partly because they’re needed to understand where my ramblings were going. I went a bit mad on this and I didn’t know where to stop and sorry I'm not sorry😂 I really hope you love it half as much as I do (so many gifs🙈)

There is so much love in this friendship and it is verbally said. Love in platonic relationships need to be normalised and it's something I am very much here for.

All requests are OPEN. (ships, headcanons and fics for the pacific and band of brothers)

Taglist: @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @floydtab @curraheewestandalone

The first time Don mentioned you, Skip knew it was love. He couldn’t wait to meet you and see who the girl who stole his best friends’ heart. He knew if Don loved you, you must be really special, and he would love you too.

Skip was slightly jealous of you though because Don spent a lot of time with you. You were all Don could talk about and while Skip knew his friend was in love and he wanted the best for him, he just didn’t want to be forgotten.

When Don introduced you to Skip the first time, he was really nervous because he knows how Skip can be. Skip has no filter and one of his fears was you would take offence to somethings Skip would say, even though he wouldn’t have meant anything bad by it. You are the two most important people in his life. He really wanted the both of you to get on.

What he didn’t expect was the two of you to get on as well as you did. Skip brought out a side of you that Don didn’t know existed. The last thing he expected was for you two become friends straight away and you talked for hours without running out of things to talk about. Poor Don was so in awe he barely said anything and even if he wanted to, he couldn’t get a word in edge ways.  

Sometimes it was like you and Skip were in your own world and there was no one else around to interrupt you. Anyone who was looking in at you two had literally no idea what was going on, except that you were having the time of your life.

Skip loves to include you in on his jokes. Even when he doesn't actively say ‘let’s mess with Don’ you just know by the way he says things and the look that is on his face. Don can be quite gullible, and he believes 90% of everything the both of you say.

He hates it when you team up against him and on occasion, he can get a tiny bit snarky and he goes away on his own to sulk. Both you and Skip act like little school children and beg for forgiveness.

When Don feels like he isn’t getting enough attention he pouts, and he won't stop until he gets a kiss on the cheek. Once he gets his kiss he is back to normal. But I can really see Skip making fun of Malarkey by making kissy noises as he tries to peck his cheek too. Sometimes if he is feeling particularly brave, he will make the kissy noises while pretending to kiss your cheek and Malarkey has to physically pull him off you. It's Skip’s way of telling him to grow up and that he hasn't forgotten about him.

People have asked you if you and Skip were in a relationship. Neither one of you have laughed as much or as hard in all your lives. You're more like the crazy cousins at the family reunion. You just have this deep bond you can't explain to other people. Don has accepted that sometimes it's him that is the third wheel and he has no problem with this because he is so secure in his relationship with you as a partner, and Skip as a friend.

When the three of you are together, and you tell Don you love him, you always tell Skip you love him too, because you do love him. It's not a romantic love so it's said very innocently. You love Skip in a completely platonically way and there is nothing between you but amicable friendship. He says it to you too when he leaves and when he’s feeling particularly emotional. And you better believe Don chases after him if Ship doesn't say it to him.

When you and Skip get together, nothing is off limits. You egg each other on and it's almost as if you're trying to outdo yourselves each time. Everything in your path gets turned upside-down and nothing is spared. Sometimes things get out of hand, and while you have no problem in apologising and admitting wrongdoing, Malarkey is always nearby to help you out.

And if you though the anarchy only applied to you and Skip, it only gets worse when Malarkey joins in. The little trio is sometimes known as the ‘triple threat’. The chaos multiplies tenfold, but it is also somehow more restrained. It is anyone’s guess how this is possible, but it must be due to Don’s restraint and unwillingness to get into trouble.

The three of you have managed to create a whole new level on the sarcasm scale. When most people would hear the three of you and think the joke was taken too far, you all laugh and try to come back with something more sarcastic. It is always harmless banter that flows between you, and you're such an iconic little trio. 

There have been countless times Don has come home and you're chilling with Skip on the sitting room floor looking at the ceiling with crazy straws in some fruity drink. He has learned, the hard way, not to ask questions and more often than not he grabs a cushion and joins in.

Other times he has gotten out of bed and Skip has you covered in flour dancing around the kitchen while attempting to make pancakes. Scenes of mayhem like this are normal. If Skip isn’t around, it almost feels weird as if something is missing because it's too quiet.

As much as Skip loves hanging around with you and Don, he also knows that you both need time alone as a couple and he has no problem with making himself scarce. After all, he knows you're basically all but married to his friend and he doesn't want to outstay his welcome.

Despite them being grown men, they're always messing and they can fight like two kids when one accuses the other of stealing their toy. The only ‘fights’ the two boys have had are little five-minute spats and then all is forgiven. They can never stay mad at each other because they're already onto the next joke, laughing loudly between them.

They have their own little language between them. It’s filled with sarcasm and private jokes. You've picked up on a few key phrases and meaning throughout they years but everything else is a mystery.  

You love to hear them talking about the most random of things and you only get involved if they invite you into the discussion. A serious topic of conversation is rare, but it does happen. There is no judgement between them, each offering advice to the other. The bond between the two men is something you have never experienced before, and you can see the love they have for each other.

Don is Skip’s best friend, end of conversation. Although you have a great relationship with Skip, you know Don comes first for both of you.

[rogue-durin-16]

SMILE FOR ME (I/III)

Summary: a young promising war photographer is sent to document the Airborne's first missions on french soil, where she inevitably meets Easy Company, and Don Malarkey becomes immediately smitten by her. Lucky him, France wouldn't be the only place in which their paths would cross.

Pairing: Don Malarkey x photographer!Reader

Genre: fluff (1st part)

Tags:

Band Of Brothers: @sparkyluz

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @comfort-reads

Warnings: language (?)

A/N: I'm rewatching the tv series with my bestie and she mentioned how cool it'd be to have a war photographer showing up. This will be a two part of mostly fluff because I tortured him enough in a single oneshot. Also I've got a Luz x medic reader coming soon because Luz falling for the medic somehow sits right with me. Enjoy <3

Part II

Part III

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

"What's the fuss about?" I questioned with a confused frown, approaching Christenson and Guarnere with my rifle hanging on my shoulder.

I had been wandering around Sainte-Marie-du-Mont for less than half an hour, and I was coming back to an absolute ruckus of paratroopers who seemed to be revolving around something.

"Uh... there's a pretty gal." Christenson mentioned, taking a drag of his cigarette. "Drop-dead gorgeous kinda lady."

"A lady? here?" Skip questioned, coming from behind to join us. "She a nurse?"

"She don't look like that." Guarnere commented.

"War photographer!" Our attention was drawn to Penkala, who struggled to make his way through the exhilarated crowd to meet us. "She's a war photographer." He explained, thrilled as a little kid.

"I want a picture! Malark, Penk, c'mon." Skip tugged on my jacket, leading us three back into the chaos, determined to reach the lady, which he managed to do. "Hello sweetheart!"

"Oh— Hello!" she looked up from her camera, a big bright smile on her face, which was partially covered by some rebel strands of hair slipping out of her bun. "Name's Y/n, nice to meet you fellas!" She shook hands with Skip and Penkala, but when she extended her hand in my direction, it took me a hot minute to react.

People might say whatever about love at first sight, but I knew what I felt when I saw the photographer was a coup de foudre.

Penkala's elbow dug on my bicep, and I cleared my throat, giving her a firm handshake with what I was sure was the most idiotic smile ever; I could tell by her confused giggle. "Malark— Don."

"We call 'im Malarkey or Malark." Penkala clarified.

"But you can call him whenever you want." Skip intently winked at her, patting my back in a somehow encouraging way, while Penkala struggled to muffle his snort.

"Did you just... flirt on his behalf?" Y/n asked amused.

"might have." He winked at her again, this time more exaggeratedly, and we all laughed, though I could feel the blood rushing all the way up to my face.

"Well, what's a fella gotta do to get a picture from a pretty lady?" Penkala asked, throwing both his arms over Muck's shoulders and mines.

"The three of you?" I nodded, and she gesticulated for us to follow her. "Okay— here's good, lemme just..." She left her camera hanging around her neck and, placing both her palms on my arms, in order to slightly move me to the left, something that might have or might have not make my stomach flutter. "There you go. Smile for me, boys!" The three of us parted from one another once the picture was taken.

"Is there any way of gettin' our hands on that picture?" Skip questioned, pointing at the camera.

"Not until the film roll is developed." She answered, letting her camera hanging from her neck once again. "And that's not gonna be possible here."

"And after you get that done...?" Penkala tested the waters, eyebrows raised.

"I'll get you a copy as soon as I get back." She assured him, a soft chuckle of amusement leaving her lips, head tilted to the side as if showing genuine fondness towards us.

We all thanked her and attempted to make our way out of the crowd, but before I could try and follow Penkala's lead, Muck tugged me back.

"She caught your eye, huh?" I felt my cheeks turning pink, which made the already existent smirk in my friend's face grow larger. "Don't be stupid, Don, go talk to her."

I shook my head no. "What for? I'm sure she won't stay for long." Skip smacked me on the back of my head, earning a shocked 'ouch' from me. "What's that for?"

"Heard what she said?" A confused furrow formed between my brows. "'As soon as I get back'? She'll be back, so go talk to that pretty little thing before someone else has better judgement than you, boy."

Incoherent, anxious babbling came out of my mouth while Skip pushed me back to the center of the crowd, right before disappearing among them, probably going to join Penkala and the others.

My eyes landed on the war photographer, who was now taking a picture of Liebgott, Luz and Lipton.

I saw Luz ready to shoot his shot and a thought crossed my mind; 'to hell with it'.

"Y/n!" She spun to face me without missing a beat, that bright beam of hers still lighting up her face and the whole town if you asked me. "Mind if I keep your company while you work?"

"Not at all, Don." I blinked a couple of times, somehow shocked that she had learned my name. "Maybe you can help me a bit get these boys organized?"

"Whatever you need." I assured her, asking Lipton for help to do that, as he ranked higher than I did. "May I ask for how long we'll have you here?"

"Why? Am I too much of a disturbance?" She half joked, though I could appreciate some worry on her question.

"I just wanna know how much time do I have left to convince you to go dancing with me."

She took her attention away from the camera, clearly dumbfounded by my straightforward statement, but to be fair, I was equally shocked.

"Oh boy, you need no one to flirt on your behalf." She laughed, and behind the teasing, I could hear some nerves. "Sadly, not a lot. I'm being pulled back in a few hours."

"Sadly, huh?" I quirked an eyebrow, easing up to her already. She only shook her head with the corner of her lips still twisted up, and commanded a few privates to smile for her before taking a picture. I waited for her to take a couple of pictures, not wishing to be an impediment in her job, before asking another question. "Where are you from, Y/n?"

"I'm from Y/c." She answered, motioning me to move with her away from the group in order to take wider shots of the soldiers. "What 'bout you?"

"Astoria, Oregon." She kept walking, and I kept trailing after her. "Will you be going back there?" I most likely looked like a lost puppy following her around, but I didn't mind, and by the looks she periodically gave me, she didn't either. "To Y/c I mean."

"Are you worried I might be too far away?" She teased, sparing me a single look. A sheepish laugh left my body before I could say anything, which she seemed to enjoy. "I'll be staying in Aldbourne."

"Oh, that's great." She snorted, raising her eyebrows at my out of the blue high-pitched tone.

"That's great?" She repeated, still smiling.

"Yeah," I enthusiastically nodded. "I just have to make it back alive."

"I'm sure you will."

I grimaced, scratching the back of my neck. "Not so sure about that, but I hope so."

Her looks had been cheerful and outgoing so far, very uplifting, but as soon as I said that, her gaze softened and turned a little more serious. It was as she extended her hand to hold mine, offering me reassurance that it dawned on me.

She was a war photographer; she had seen the horrors of war, just like us —maybe even more—; she understood the fear and dispair and had tried to lift our spirits as much as she could.

"Don't think about it too much, Don." She advised me, rubbing the back of my hand with her thumb. "Take care of each other and be careful." I only nodded, captivated by the feeling in her voice. "In Aldbourne you'll have plenty of time to convince me go dancing with you." She teased, making me chuckle. "Though I don't think it'll take a lot of effort."

"Is that so?" My chest swelled with pride and my eyes flickered with excitement, but before she could respond, Nixon called her name and she took off. "I'll see you around!"

"Yes you will!" She responded jogging away.

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

Sitting on the wooden bench inside of that warehouse, my torso half turned to the side and my eyes and attention fixed on Liebgott, I didn't acknowledge the girl with the camera crossing the entrance with Nixon, greeting some of the boys she had already met and the ones she had yet to meet.

"Hey Y/n!" My head snapped at Skip's voice, just in time to catch him shooting up and walking a beeline to the war photographer.

I didn't even notice the beam that appeared on my face when I saw her bickering with my friend about something I couldn't make out, though knowing Muck, it was probably about the picture she had taken of us.

Their conversation quickly took a turn, and now Skip was pointing behind him, Y/n's eyes following the indication to meet mines.

I took that —and Talbert's push— as a cue to stand upright and walk to them.

"Don!" I wanted to believe her smile grew wider and brighter when she pronounced my name, waving her hand at me; mine sure did. "Told you you'd made it."

"Y/n, 'bout the pic—"

"Jesus Christ, buddy," I cut Skip off. "Let her do her job, annoying sonofabitch." The boy only spun to me and mentioned something in a mocking tone about me trying to get Y/n's attention, which earned him a shove on his way back to his table. "Sorry 'bout him."

"Nah, it's fine I like that kid." She assured me, sounding authentic. "How are you?"

"Well for starters, I'm alive and in one piece, and that's always nice, isn't it?" A soft laugh escaped her lips —such a heavenly sound. "I also got a weekend pass for the first time in forever."

"Any plans for that one?" I couldn't tell if she was genuinely curious, or if she was testing the waters before proposing something.

God, I hoped it was the second one. It would be much easier to continue what I was about to say.

"Well, you said you were in Aldbourne and," I rubbed my hands in anticipation, something she seemed to notice by the look of amusement in her beautiful gaze. "I was hoping to run into you."

"How come, soldier?" Maybe she didn't pay much attention to the step she took in order to stand closer to me, but I did.

"Well," I felt my heart pounding on my chest, threatening to leave my body. No lady had made me this nervous ever. "I thought maybe I should resume what I started back in France and, y'know,"

"Convince me to go dancin' with you?" She finished, the corner of her lips twitching up in anticipation and her fingers toying with the strap of her camera.

"That's right, miss."

"In that case, I'll save you some time." She leaned on me an whispered in my ear, "you can convince me over a drink or two this Saturday." Sending chills through my body. "Yeah?"

"Sounds like fun to me." I tried to sound as confident as possible, to avoid coming off as the bundle of nerves she had just turned me into. "You know this pub—"

"Couple of announcements, men!" Lipton's call cut me off mid sentence. "First, the training exercise scheduled for 22:00 has been cancelled."

There were cheers all over the place, and my attention quickly turned back to Y/n, about to suggest to take her out that same night, but Lipton resumed the announcements.

"Secondly, all passes are hereby revoked." The smile that had been dancing on my lips fell, and so did Y/n's. "We're heading back to France."

"Shit." I couldn't help but whisper, my eyes on Lipton once more.

Y/N poked my arm and gave me a small smile. "We'll reschedule it for when you come back."

"So, pack up all your gear," Lipton continued. "we will not be returning to England, boys."

"Well fuck." It was time for Y/n to cuss. As she sighed, I looked over my shoulder at my friends who, as I suspected, had been observing me. Skip's lips were pursed, giving me a sorry look. "It's alright— you're still free tonight, aren't you?"

"Yeah!" I exclaimed, way too eagerly. "So, the pub I was talking 'bout." She nodded, that bright beam reappearing on her face, though this time it seemed a bit forced. "If you'd like to, we can go there and maybe have a drink—"

"Y/l/n." I was about to finish the sentence, but I quickly realized by the roll of her eyes that Y/l/n must have been her last name. "Sorry to interrupt, Malarkey," Nixon walked in between us and turned his back to me; I then stepped away in order to give them some privacy, and headed to the table where I had been sitting.

"No dice with the lady?" Luz asked, to which I shook my head no. "Cheer up, boy, there's plenty of— oh she's comin'." I turned around just in time to see a very downhearted Y/n walking to me.

"Turns out I'm the one who's not free tonight." She pointed at her camera. "Gotta get to work."

"Oh." She gave me an apologetic look, and I didn't know what to respond, so we fell into a tense silence.

"Hey, it's Y/n right?" Talbert questioned behind me, which made Y/n snap back into her charming, affable manner that she seemed to have while working.

"That's me, yeah."

"Can you take a picture of us together?"

"Of course!" She stepped back, holding up her camera. "You're gonna have to squeeze up a bit." Guarnere tug me down by my sleeve so I'd be kneeling instead od standing, and they all did as we were told. "Perfect. Smile for me!" The click of the camera was heard, and we all went back to our previous positions. "Beautiful. See you around, boys!"

Just as she attempted to walk away, and I proceeded to climb back to my seat, George spoke.

"Hold up hold up!" We both turned to him, seeing him standing up and jogging to meet Y/n. "May I take a picture of our ravishing photographer?"

The girl hesitated, her eyes rightfully squinted at Luz. "Careful with the camera."

"Don't worry 'bout that." She prudently took the camera strap off her neck to hang it on Luz, who now held a pleased grin. "Okay, Malark, get your ass here!"

I shared a confused glance with the photographer, who seemed as lost as I was, while the boys made me stand up and shoved me to the front so I could join Y/n.

"I just gotta press this, right?" Luz inquired, studying the camera.

"Well, you also gotta— hold on." Y/n moved in George's direction to teach him exactly how to take the picture. I took that chance to take a look at my friends, who seemed to be enjoying the situation a bit too much.

"Click and push then, right?" The girl nodded. "Okay I got it, c'mon buddies, let's take the picture!"

I cleared my throat, not really knowing where or how to situate myself, until Y/n spoke.

"Don?"

"Yeah?"

"You can hold me."

"Oh okay." I could hear the muffled cackles from the tables at our left —which honestly were quite contagious— as I passed my right arm behind the small of her back, letting my hand rest on her waist.

"You're gonna have to squeeze up a bit!" The technician mimicked the photographer's voice, making both of us laugh.

Before I could pull her a bit closer, she turned slightly to face me, her left hand on my back and her right hand placed on my shoulder.

"Hey Don." I hummed at Y/n, prompted her to talk. "Smile for me?"

My mouth curved up even before my brain ordered it to, as if my body obeyed her more than it obeyed me.

"Okay fellas, say cheese!" Right before Luz pressed the button, Y/n's lips softly landed on my cheek, making my grin grow wider.

The camera's button clicked, and as George followed the instructions Y/n had given him, the girl, pulled away just enough for me to be able to turn to her.

"That's one pretty smile." She said, with a much more beautiful one dancing on her lips, the ones that had just been pressed on my cheek, imprinting a kiss I would carry with me to France.

"Look who's talkin'. Yours gotta be the brightest smile I've ever seen." I was able to play off my sheepishness, but her sudden bashfulness shun through her now pink cheeks.

"Okay I gotta... Head to work." We disentangled from each other for her to go get her camera. "Good luck in France, boys!"

There was a chaotic wave of different variants of 'thank you's and 'take care's from the soldiers to see off the photographer as she jogged out of the place, where Nixon waited for her, observing with knowing eyes the whole scene.

"See what I did there?" Luz questioned, delighted with his own actions. "Now she got a picture of you."

"She got a picture and Malark got a kiss." Skip added, wiggling his eyebrows at me and causing our friends to simultaneously mock me by loudly awing.

"Y/n and Don," Muck sang.

"Sitting in a tree," Luz joined in.

I buried my face in my arms with a groan, still unable to remove the smile from my sore cheeks while my friends chanted the children's song.

"K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

Talbert patted my back. "Cheer up, Malark." He said laughing.

Oh, but I was cheered up, the most cheered up I had been in a long time, and it was all thanks to a chaste peck on the cheek.

I spent that night thinking of Y/n, torn between wishing she'd come to us and wanting her as far from the front lines as possible.

For better or worse, the decision was not mine to make, not hers; Fate would tell whether our paths would cross again or not.

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I couldn’t help myself!!