#talbert x reader

[steveharringf]

band of brothers • behind the scenes pt. 2

[bellewintersroe]

Easy Boys x Reader - Smut

Smutty smut - how the sex goes down after months of not being able to touch one another, 18+ content below the cut - like pure filth so be warned.

Babe Heffron:

“Babe.” You’d be grinding on top of him, the two of you attempting to keep quiet as you move your hips back and forth on top of him. You’d be red in the cheeks, the warmest you’d felt in months, completely naked in the small bedroom you’d escaped to in Haguenau. Babe would swallow harshly, hands digging into your hips as he focuses on not cumming so quickly but he’s so captivated by the way your body moves against his, the way your face is confronted in pleasure and the way your tits would bounce with every movement.

Your back would be arched and you’re feeling like you’re ready to hit your peak until somebody bangs harshly on the door. “What the hell are you two doing in there?!”

Babe would shoot up, pulling your body below his protectively, with a harsh shout of, “nothin’! Go away!” At first he’d be a little disgruntled that your first love making session after months would be interrupted. “You’re doin’ nothin’?!” One of the other men would call out, not sounding so sure and you’d make eye contact and begin giggling before shushing each other.

“Yeah, nothin’! Just fuck off!” He called out again before looking down to you and kissing you deeply. “Just make sure you wrap it, Babe!”

Ron Speirs:

Dirty, dirty, pent up tension sex in his office after waiting for so fucking long. He’d have you bent over his table, your hands gripping onto anything they could find as he’d hold you by the hips and thighs, pulling your body into his with every single thrust of his hips.

It would be the kind of sex where you can’t walk properly for days after, like it’s sinful but you have to say quiet. Ron has his tie wrapped around your mouth, gagging you as he mutters praises every now and then.

“Missed you so much, sweetheart.”

“You’re even tighter than I remember.”

“God, I love this pussy.”

Ron is such a dom, and the two of you would get soooo carried away with how rough and lustful the sex gets. When you’re laid back over his desk and he’s on top of you he doesn’t give two shits about swiping everything onto the floor. After, when both of you are dishevelled and relieved it takes a whole long time to tidy up the mess you both make.

Joe Liebgott:

The two of you are friends until things bubble over during the party in Eindhoven. One minute you’re talking about how the neither has got any for months and then next thing you know you’re making out as needy and desperate as anything. The underlying sexual tension finally bubbles over and Joe is groping at your titties as you lay back on the table in some random house and he fucks you stood up.

The two of you don’t really speak, but considering how loud the festivities and party goers are outside you can be as loud as you want resulting in some pretty noisy, energetic sex. I wouldn’t necessarily call it rough, but it’s quick, his thrusts are erratic and you’re bouncing like crazy on top of him. Joe’s super cautious however, like he’d deffo check several times that you’re sure, especially as you’re friends- you’d deffo forget to use a condom and after the sex it sure does make for some awkward meetings later on.

Gene Roe:

Listen, cos you’re a nurse and he’s a medic you probs get the opportunity to be together alot more than you would in any other position. But just because you’re together doesn’t mean you’re alone, you’ve both tried for months to get some time alone, behind the closed curtains in the aid station, outside behind a bombed out building- hell you’d even sought each other out in a foxhole sometimes.

But nothing went past making out and touching over the clothes, that was until now. You’d finally got back to England and the house he was billeted in was empty for the night meaning you two were left to it on a rickety single bed. Did either of you care? No. The two of you would spend hours exploring one another’s body’s again, kissing, biting, sucking. Gene would have his head between for legs for hours if he could, and when he’d on top, fucking into you he’s already warning you he can’t last for long. Poor Gene would probs finish so fast but he’d go for another round, huffing and puffing past how sensitive his cock was because he knows it makes you feel so good.

Joe Toye:

“Fucking finally.” He’d mutter as soon as he was inside of you. His hips would move slowly, exhaling as he throws his sling onto the aid station cot behind him. “Joe.” You’d warn quietly. It’s super late in the aid station, Joe’s messed his arm up and the only perk of being at the aid station is that he gets to see you. After a heated exchange you find an empty space and the two of you give into your temptations.

It’s slow and sensual, you both have to be extra fucking quiet but Joe’s kissing up and down your spine when he takes you from behind, muffling your breaths with his hand and spilling his cum all over your ass, feeling like he could bust all over again at the sight of his seed dripping over your sweet pussy.

“Just 10 more minutes, huh, sugar?”

Lewis Nixon:

After you both go through breakups towards the end of the war, neither of you have had sex for a good year. The two of you would be drunk and comforting one another and one thing leads to another and soon you’re writhing beneath him, moaning out ‘sir’ as he’s bucking into you. Ugh and it’s so good, so lustful and dirty, you both have so much pent up emotion that’s released during the sex and afterwards the two of you kinda look each other like, ‘holy fuck that was good, did we actually just do that?’

Lewis deffo shares a cigarette with you after.

Floyd Talbert:

“C’mere, doll.” He’d hush pulling you into some kind of shed, close enough to where everybody in the company were. He had you picked up, holding your thighs and ass up whilst he fucked you as quietly as possible. Neither of you cared about the impractical location, you were alone and Floyd was inside you. The two of you probably wouldn’t bother with a condom which ummm leads to a worrying few weeks after but it’s all chill.

Floyd would have you in every kinda position, on the floor, up against the wooden wall- only when the whole shed was shaking did he have to lay you down using his blazer as a barrier between you and the floor. Floyd would be all over you, squeezing, grabbing, kissing, even though it’s probably just a quickly he’d throw in a million different things, including foreplay just to touch all the bases.

[awaterfalls]

Okay, I'm excited to post all of it!!!

• I had to post the pacific cast too bc the pic is so cute to be left out 😊

• I keep looking at this pics all the time and I don't know what to say anymore.. I JUST LOVE THEM!!!! 😭😭😭😭

Part 4/??

[web-gottt]

(luz x reader if you squint)

die with a smile (lady gaga and bruno mars) but it's actually you and the boys of easy company. winters had sent you to get a hot meal in bastogne, you needed it after everything you had done in the past days. but the church and surrounding area was bombed, to gene's horror nobody could find you and he had to bring that news back to the company.

the morale is horrifically low as they have to continue on as if you're not missing - no one wanting the think of the dead word. everyone's sat in that church, the choir is singing and all they can think about is you - especially liebgott, gene, floyd and luz (some of your closest friends within the company). fast forward to the first day in haguenau and all the boys are sorting out sleeping situations etc. a fresh scar runs down the right side of your face, above and under your eye (your eye is absolutely fine, thank god), on your cheek all the way down to the top of your lip. theres a few small scars from shrapnel covering your hands, one or two on your neck but nothing terrible. lucky for you, you were on the very outskirts of where the bomb had hit, been discovered by some air force pilots. you had absolutely demanded not be sent to a hospital and to be sent back to where easy company were, and your angry demands were relieved. luz, lip, webster, speirs and a few others are in the room of a house. theres a silence before george looks up and there you are. "hey-" you begin to speak but the cigarette literally falls out of luz's mouth, and you can see this smile etching onto his lips- happiness, despite how exhausted he looks. "holy- y/n?" "hi george" your soft voice sounding like literal heaven. medicine to the ears. both lip and speirs look up from the couch. the look in their eyes did more than words needed.

a hesitant george starts to walk closer to you for a hug but your instantly hugging him before he moves properly. his arms are so tight around you and as you pull apart, your hand is in his yours and he's just looking over you (and the very present scar down your face) making sure you're actually alive and that this isn't some delirious hallucination.

"good to see you, y/l/n" lip speaks out, speirs nodding in agreement, to which you smile at. word must've spread fast from the other troopers of you being with them still because within a few minutes, fast paced stomping can be heard from the entrance of the house before the room you're in.

"y/n?" liebgott. letting go of george's hand, you turn to see joe, floyd, grant, babe and few others. seeing your face, their eyes collectively fall onto the marking on your face - but it doesn't matter you're alive.

[speirslore]

band of brothers: types of kisses hc

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

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[dick winters]

cautious kisses

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

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

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

dick is always very gentle and a little unsure at times

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

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

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

[lewis nixon]

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

so many morning kisses

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

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

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

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

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

lew does shockingly get a little shy sometimes about pda though

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

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

[carwood lipton]

carwood's speciality is definitely comforting kisses

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

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

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

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

constantly smiling in between kisses

he’s just that happy and loves you so much

but the comforting kisses & affection goes both ways

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

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

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

[ron speirs]

stolen kisses (haha)

even his kisses are stolen!

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

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

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

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

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

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

heavy on kisses instead of words

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

[don malarkey]

soooo many shy kisses

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

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

but he gets really shy around you, especially with kissing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[joe toye]

joe's kisses are always very intense

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

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

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

his passion definitely goes along with the intensity

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

tends to get vulnerable and emotional very easily

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

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

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

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

[george luz]

late night kisses are a staple for the two of you

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

the biggest sleepover vibes

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

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

you guys have a lot of late nights because of this

also do kisses for warmth and sharing body heat count?

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

oh my god, laughing in between kisses

sometimes he really can’t take himself that seriously

george is like don and gets very excited

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

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

cigarettes have nothing on you and your kisses!

[babe heffron]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[eugene roe]

tired kisses are a doc roe staple

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

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

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

forehead kisses too omg

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

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

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

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

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

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

[buck compton]

a lot of reassuring kisses

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[joe liebgott]

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

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

some very, very eager kisses

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

joe is a great multitasker!

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

(you did but...)

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

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

the men are very used to it by now

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

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

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

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

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

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

[david webster]

oh david is just so romantic

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

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

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

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

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

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

ofc he obliges and he is very good at it

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

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

[floyd talbert]

confident kisses

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

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

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

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

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

but that's more with relationship things

the kissing he has down pat for sure

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

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

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

[shifty powers]

shifty is the absolute king of gentle kisses

like so so shy

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

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

which you always reassure him that he won't

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bill guarnere]

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

absolutely wild

sometimes borderline unhinged

especially if he's been drinking or partying

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

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

bill is sporting a basically permanent smile while watching you

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

his kisses are encapsulating and very distracting

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

loves holding you and being the big spoon

and you love it too

it's soooo comforting

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

[chuck grant]

chuck strikes me as very confident, kind of like tab

he just wants to appreciate you!

and shower you with love

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

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

his kisses are always firm and secure

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

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

really enjoys holding your hand

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

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

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

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

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

he lovesss getting a reaction from you

[wildtales1973]

What it would actually be like to date various HBOWAR men (modern au):

by me and @guarnerepdf

Speirs:

-is a cokehead finance bro

-you wake up in the middle of the night to him watching you sleep with no explanation given, just an eery smile

-is gaslighting you for purposes unknown (moving your furniture one inch to the left etc)

-buys you the fucking tackiest expensive jewelry and designer clothes as random gifts but half of it is fake

-you justify staying because he takes you to NOBU but you’re afraid to google him

-malarkey keeps telling you he's a serial killer but he has such beautiful hair

-lipton keeps handing you domestic violence brochures when he thinks no one is looking. you throw them away because you want that fucking ugly gucci belt! and the staring is sort of charming after a while

-possibly has a secret child that he is hiding from you. you're not sure.

-the first time you have sex he chokes you without asking and is confused when you get mad at him over it.

-does coke while eating dry fruit loops cereal in the morning. somehow looks hot while doing it.

Liebgott and Webster:

-challengers level toxic throuple, these two come as a pair!

-liebgott is xanned out so badly on the regular that he does not remember the last time he washed his hands.

-lieb met bill and toye in rehab and now all his friends are undergrads even though he's going on thirty.

-lieb won't kiss you in the morning "goddamn it woman, brush your teeth" but will kiss webster no problem!

-lieb likes webster more, but web likes you more because you don't call him slurs and you let him rant to you about sharks.

-you and web unionize at some point to get liebgott back into rehab. when he's gone you realize your relationship is 200 million times healthier but also extremely boring. you take him back the minute he releases himself AMA.

-lieb cannot figure out how to work tiktok, meanwhile webster has 100k subscribers on youtube and does grwm story time videos.

-you once had to be driven home by babe from the gas station after lieb kicked you out of the car. the fight was because he didn't believe you when you said you were allergic to gluten. babe lets you play cinnamon girl by lana del rey on the way home.

-lieb keeps trying to weaponize therapy language against you, 'baby you're fucking gaslighting me!' webster just makes it worse when he tries to explain what the terms actually mean.

Bill:

-you start dating Bill after he steals you away from Babe. Babe was nice, but you got the ick immediately after realizing he's not the leader of the friend group.

-bill sends you disgusting dick pics with extremely poor lighting. you can see his bottle of lotion in the background.

-you think it's sweet that he brings flowers when you go out until you realize they're stolen from the neighbor's flowerbed.

-you have an extremely lavish jersey shore wedding that culminates in a horrible fight when he shoves cake in your face ruining your 400 dollar makeup (that you paid for) and your 2000 dollar dress (that you paid for). during your vows babe has to hold himself back from saying something when the priest asks if there are any objections.

-DIRTY fingernails! does not wash his hands. gives you a UTI but doesn't understand that it's his fault.

-Doesn't cheat but is always on the brink of it.

-Follows multiple swimsuit models on Insta, claims it's okay because 'sweetheart, listen, it's all on the screen!'

-Is so cheap he refuses to pay for extra sugar for your coffee, 'you've had it bitter before, babe.' you are ready to murder him. takes you to chili's and acts like it's a michelin star restaurant.

Talbert:

-cheats on you immediately. within the first week.

-sends you anonymous texts to get STD tested, too scared to actually go to the clinic but is certain he's dying of syphilis.

-cries to lip for an hour when you leave him for speirs.

Gale Cleven:

-'sweetheart. are you really gonna wear that out to dinner? it's a bit...well... risque.'

-accuses you of being an alchoholic every time you drink, but Bucky has done four Jeagerbombs tonight and isn't getting any lectures. Also. Why is Bucky with you two on your date night?

-is straight but keeps stringing Bucky along because he reminds him of his father and for narcissism reasons.

-marge messages you on facebook to warn you about him, and also to sell you on her new MLM scheme.

-bucky keeps giving you mean little grins as he hangs off your man....you are very close to murdering him.

-you finally leave him after he calls you daddy in bed. not mommy. but daddy.

Bucky:

-gives you chlamidya three weeks into dating. gaslights you into thinking you got it from sitting on a public toilet seat.

-drives drunk while you're in the passenger seat, goes above 90 and almost kills the both of you.

-is in love with gale and you both know it but refuses to talk about it.

-laughs when you start crying over your new STD diagnosis.

-is the worst boyfriend in the entire world. do not date this man!

Leckie:

-cheats on you with vera, but has a jealous meltdown everytime you talk to hoosier at house parties. you were literally just asking the man for a lighter.

-hoosier is stirring shit up for shits and giggles. he keeps liking your thirst trap insta photos, commenting 'photo cred'

-cries when you confront him about cheating. writes a poem to you about how badly hurt he was by the whole situation. says he only did it because that's how he was raised! no one taught him how to love properly!!

-exploits his family trauma at any given opportunity, shameless about it

-writes you sweet yet cringy love poems

-chuckler keeps trying to warn you but is so awkward about it that you just end up super confused

-blows up the minute you try and critique his writing

-tells you you're acting 'just like you're mother!' during arguments

-eventually you break up because you cheat on him with hoosier and he cheats on you again with vera

Hoosier:

-completely emotionally unavailable

-laughs at you in the middle of a fight, then when you storm out he stares at the wall for four hours straight. no blinking. no moving.

-goes to chuckler thinking he's dying because he has a 'weird feeling in his stomach.' the feeling is literally just a crush.

-catches leckie flirting with you. doesn't cause a scene but DOES immediately cheat on you as a retaliatory action. has no idea why you're mad about it.

-determined to hurt you before you hurt him.

-somehow makes you think you're in the wrong due to the sheer FORCE of his conviction that it was okay for him to cheat on you.

-you two break up but get back together after having a baby. the baby is possibly not hoosier's but he's a genuinely good father. (the baby very obviously has leckie's face. no one is fooled.)

-during your wedding ceremony leckie has to be thrown out after making the worst best man speech of all time.

-parent teacher conferences are a nightmare because your child is biting the other kids and is failing all her classes. hoosier blames you for not helping her with her homework. you all go out to souplantation afterwards and he keeps dropping barbs about you being a dumbass.

-the two of you stay married for 40 beautiful years before dying of old age. within those 40 years you separate and get back together a total of 5 times. leckie somehow outlives you both.

Luz:

-is sweet and lovely and handsome and makes you laugh a lot but

-you're banned from six movie theatres, three bars, the pier, disneyland, and a froyo shop

-you don't even LIKE froyo but the fact that you can't fucking go there anymore is driving you up the wall

-you got kicked out of disneyland because he got into a fistfight with donald duck

-his mother HATES you. she is the ultimate boy mom. they are constantly talking about you in Portuguese behind your back. she wears white to your wedding.

-cannot go grocery shopping because he's stopped every five feet by some old acquaintance. you have no idea how he knows any of these people!

Eugene:

-you're his beard but he doesn't know it

-is the ideal gay boyfriend/husband

-buys you flowers and takes you out on beautiful dates. cringes when you try to kiss him

-everything would be PERFECT except snafu keeps creating dummy accounts to harass you, drives by your house at all hours of the night, and you're pretty sure he's planning to SWAT you.

-eugene has no idea why you hate snafu? he's such a sweet guy!

Babe:

-you're a bit embarrassed to tell your friends you're dating him....he's sweet but just so dorky

-almost puked on you after taking a dab at bill's house. you had to comfort him for ten minutes

-long suffering angel who you cheat on because you know he's just too good for you.... better to hurt him before he leaves you first!

-is popular on tiktok somehow. you have no idea how this happened but it did

[rogue-durin-16]

HEAD-TO-HEAD (part XIV/?)

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

Pairing: Joseph Liebgott x Reader

Genre: angst/rivals to lovers

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Warnings: language, mild allusions to sex

A/N: Surprise surprise, you get two chapters in one week! Who's surprised? Not me lmao. Anyway y'all better get ready for the next two chapters. Enjoy the harmless (🧐?) drama for now tho <3

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"Grant!" He turned at the sound of my voice, eyes squinting against the lowering sun bathing the camp as he slowed his pace. "I need your help for a second."

Ramirez and McClung came to a halt as soon as they realized their friend had stopped, throwing curious glances back at us both.

Chuck adjusted the strap on his rifle and approached, maintaining a safe distance. "What is it?"

"Problem with the supply count." I kept my tone even, casual. It wasn't a good lie, but it didn't have to be.

His brows drew at my statement— clocked it. With a muttered 'I'll catch up' to the two men with him, he followed as I turned and headed behind one of the barracks. Out of sight.

I didn't waste time beating around the bush.

"George saw."

Chuck blinked as if he couldn't believe his ears. "What?"

"In the supply room. He saw us." I repeated, trying not to sound as alarmed as I felt. "Through the window or—I don't know. Doesn't matter. He told Malarkey. They pulled me aside, tried to do some kind of... fucking intervention."

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

Don didn't even wait for me to shut the door of the shed Luz and him had dragged me into.

"How bad?" He asked, arms akimbo.

I frowned, pushing the wooden gate behind me until I heard a soft click. "How bad what?"

Malarkey's jaw twitched. "How bad did you wanna fuck him over? Seriously."

I blinked, my stomach twisting at the weight of his tone. My gaze flickered to George. He was fidgeting with an unlit cigarette, not meeting my eyes.

My breath caught. "You—" Fuck. I straightened on the spot. "Okay. Whatever you think you know—"

"Oh, I know." Malarkey declared, staring at me like I was the biggest headache he'd ever had. "George saw."

I snapped my eyes to Luz, heat crawling up my neck.

"I wasn't tryna see anything!" He explained, a bit panicked. "I just— I went to grab some smokes, and I heard—" He cut himself off with a wince. "Look, you two weren't exactly quiet, okay?"

Shame curled in my stomach, but it was quickly burned away by something sharper. I turned back to Malarkey.

"Who else knows?"

His stare didn't waver. "Just us."

"Perco knows." George cut in, lifting his hands in surrender when we both gaped at him. "What? He was with me."

"Alright." I puffed, already taking half a step back to the door. "Just you. Then drop it."

George scoffed. "Yeah, not gonna happen."

"Why." I ground my teeth. "It's none of your business."

Malarkey's brows shot up. "None of— You think this is just about you?" He let out a humorless laugh. "He's gonna make it everyone's problem."

My arms tightened around myself. "This has nothing to do with him."

"Nothing to—" George barked out a laugh. "Couldn't you fuck that H Company fella who made a move on you last month? Did it have to be Liebgott's friend?"

I narrowed my eyes. "What, I can't pick who I fuck in case Liebgott throws a fit?"

Malarkey ran a hand down his face, frustration rolling off of him. "Are you kidding?! I'd throw a fit if I were him!"

I scoffed. "Why would you?"

Malarkey groaned with widened eyes. "He LIKES you!"

"We went through that already!" I threw my hands up, doing a half turn. "He doesn't like me!"

"So you fucked his best friend 'cause you think he doesn't like you?" George deadpanned with a sardonic smile.

"I fucked his best friend because I wanted to." I retorted, my voice sharp. "Joe isn't part of this equation."

"From where I'm standing," Malarkey pointed at his feet with his index finger. "it looks like Joe is the equation."

"Why isn't Grant getting a lecture?"

"'Cause he's not my best friend." The ginger spat, leaning forward in my direction. "Can you get your head out of your ass for a second?"

"You're being dramatic."

The two men exchanged a glance. My pulse thrummed in my ears. George let out a breath. "Lieb's gonna kill him."

I swallowed hard. "He's not gonna know."

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

I rubbed a hand down my face, jaw tight. My skin still felt warm from the confrontation, the sting of it clinging to the edges of my thoughts.

Chuck sighed, seemingly calm. He sounded resigned when he spoke.

"George is gonna tell the whole damn company."

"He said he wouldn't."

"And you believed him?"

I scoffed, a bit bitter, a bit anxious. The best thing I could give him was that non-answer. He crossed his arms, taking a moment to ponder how to approach this situation.

"Did anyone else see?" he said.

"Perconte."

"It's gonna spread." He tilted his head, accommodating the rifle on his shoulder.

"Yeah." I looked away into the darkening horizon of the french camp. "Good fucking luck to us."

He studied me for another second, then exhaled through his nose like the whole thing was a nuisance, not worth the trouble.

"He's gonna kill me."

"Put the blame on me, then."

Chuck huffed a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah. Right. He's not gonna buy that.'

"Why not?"

He gestured vaguely between us. "What—how—how am I supposed to lay it down for him? 'Hey Joe, it was all her. Yeah, no, I tripped and fucked her by accident.' For Christ's sake."

Right.

"Don says he's gonna lose it." I muttered, quieter this time.

"Probably." Chuck responded, even. "Couldn't have this happened last week?" He added with a tinge of frustration. No explanation needed. It would have been easier to deal with the situation we found ourselves tangled into if we were still in Holland —still fighting, still patrolling, still having bigger things to worry about.

But here, in Mourmelon? with nothing better to do aside from drinking, training and bitching about Dike? A debacle waiting to happen. We stood in front of each other with nothing left to say that would fix it.

He reached up, thumb rubbing lightly over his brow. "You want me to talk to him?"

"No," I denied with my head, kicking a stray cartridge abandoned on the dirt road. "No, I'll deal with it."

"Don't." It was final enough to raise questions in me. "Joe's been..." Chuck exhaled through his nose, making a point to avoid my confused gaze. "He's wound up."

"He's always wound up." I countered.

"Not like this." Chuck's cautioning pitch made a pang of worry flourish in my stomach.

"What's that mean?"

Hesitation flashed through his face. "We should let it blow over." He chose his words carefully. "Hope it doesn't reach him."

"Alright." I agreed and took a step back, cueing him to finish the conversation. "Just keep an eye out."

"You too." He squeezed my arm and walked out of the secluded corner behind the barracks.

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

JOE'S P. O. V.

The crowd outside the cinema tent was already starting to thicken, cigarette smoke curling in the air, boots scuffing over half-frozen dirt. Someone was laughing too loud. I caught sight of Muck waving his arms around mid-story, a grin stretched across his face. Seeing everyone so light almost felt off, and it made me wonder if I was just falling behind or if they had gotten better at pretending we were okay.

I scanned the group and spotted Y/n near the edge, toying with her gloves. A couple of strands stuck slightly to her temple, damp from her shower. She was smiling at something Hoobler had said. Fuck, maybe I should've waited for her outside the showers.

I made my way over, halfheartedly squeezing myself before I could talk myself out of it.

"Hey." I called out, low, just for her.

Her head snapped in my direction just as I reached her side, and I could feel the air in my lungs thicken. She didn't look aloof, but face wasn't exactly warm either. Maybe she was bracing for something, or maybe she was as taken aback as I was by this.

"What is it?" It was a near-whisper, and I tried to recall when was the last time we spoke to each other this close.

"Can we talk?"

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, gaze darting to the tent, then to the men filtering into it. "I'm gonna see the movie."

My jaw clenched. There goes nothing.

"We can talk afterwards." Her voice softened when she threw me that lifeline, like she had noticed the edge in her own tone.

I can work with that, I thought.

"I'll wait."

She nodded and parted her lips to tell me something that didn't come. With a tight smile that didn't reach her eyes, she excused herself and went into the tent.

My feet stayed glued on the spot, the mid-December breeze biting at the bits of my skin that remained exposed.

The noise from inside was muffled, voices blending with the flicker of old reel and static. I checked my wristwatch three times before my mind wandered off, getting lost someplace else.

I didn't know how long I stood there; enough for the cold to chew through my sleeves and into the bone. I only noticed my fingers had gone numb when I tried to dig them deeper into my jacket pockets.

"—Lieb."

I blinked the turmoil of thoughts away, Skinny's voice pulling me back to the camp. He stop a couple of feet away, holding up the tent's tarp with Talbert, Ramirez and Grant close behind.

"Huh?"

"Are you coming in?" Skinny asked, probably for the second time, jabbing a thumb towards the cinema. When I didn't reply immediately, he asked, "you alright?"

"Yeah."

Talbert, careful, jumped into the interaction. "You talked to her yet?"

Oh, Jesus Christ.

"Talk to who? Y/n?" Grant questioned, eyes ping-ponging between me and Tab.

"He was gonna tell her something." The brunette clarified, making me huff a frustrated breath. "Did you?" He asked, turning to face me.

"No, she went in." I forced my sentence not to sound too clipped. I wasn't in the mood for yet another lecture about how I couldn't snap at everything that irritated me. I didn't have the strength to lie and tell them they were wrong, either. "I'm waiting."

“Until the movie ends?” Ramirez quirked a brow and turned to the small group. "Ain't they playing Seven Sinners?"

"Yeah," Skinny confirmed, "you're gonna freeze out here waiting."

An annoyed exhale seeped out of me. My friends shared glances that spoke volumes without saying a word out loud.

"I'll go get her." Talbert announced, walking past Grant and Ramirez. Not past me. I grabbed his arm before he made it into the tent.

"She's watching the damn movie." I bit out.

"Then get in and wait inside." He countered in a more serious tone.

"Can you stop telling me what the fuck I gotta do?"

Tab's usual boyish smile vanished, giving way to exasperation. "I don't know. Can you stop being a dick for a minute?"

Skinny spared us a mildly worried look and mumbled something about heading in. No one stopped him.

"What do you wanna tell her that's so important?" Chuck inquired, his blue eyes trying to decipher something I myself didn't understand.

"None of your business."

"Jesus Christ, Joe." Chuck scoffed humorlessly. "Is this how it's gonna be until we're deployed again? You being a prick just 'cause you're lovesick?"

I narrowed my eyes. "The fuck did you just say?"

"Grant." Ramirez gave our friend a light shove on his shoulder. A warning.

I let go of Talberts arm, only for him to catch mine while I attempted to get closer to Chuck. "You think that's what's going on?"

"Why are you willing to freeze out here, then?" His voice raised, and that only made it harder to water down the burning rage brewing inside me. Not because of him, though, but it sure wasn't helping.

"Better shut the hell up, alright?" Ramirez muttered, not at me. At Grant. Again. I drew my brows at them.

Before the argument could escalate, the lightbulbs in the cinema lit up and the soldiers who had been watching the movie began exiting the tent in dribs and drabs with somber visages.

"What the hell..." Talbert muttered under his breath, releasing me from his prudent grasp.

Chuck was the quickest of the four to take a hold of someone —that someone being Y/n. "Hey," his hand trapped her wrist for a split second, making her come to a stop. "What's going on?"

"The Germans broke through the Ardennes forest." Her dulled irises travelled quick from Grant to me, indecipherable. "We're moving out."

"Wait— now?" Y/n shook her head affirmatively in response to my question, making us all groan and cuss.

"Grab what you can." She warned, and, as if she could feel I was about to call for her, she added for me only, "Not now." And with that, she was off into the sea of uniforms.

Not now. Then, when?

[gotxpenny]

Too Chicken?

Tension simmers between two stubborn souls who speak fluent sarcasm and hide too much behind sharp words. One supply room. One poorly placed box. And maybe—finally—something they’ve both been avoiding.

Pairing: Floyd Talbert x Reader

Prompt: “That’s a dangerous look you’re giving me.”

Word Count: ~2,700

Genre: Enemies to Lovers (ish), fluff and A LOT of sexual tension

Setting: Carentan post-liberation, supply quarters

Warning: Contains unresolved sexual tension that finally gets resolved, Floyd Talbert being dangerously hot, sarcastic flirt wars, a Joe Liebgott jump scare, and 1 shelf that almost caused a war. Proceed with caution and a fan.

Note || Look, I tried to write slow burn. I swear I did. But Floyd Talbert opened his mouth, started smirking, and suddenly there was unresolved sexual tension flying through the air like shrapnel in Normandy. Shoutout to Lieb for playing Cupid and third wheel. He’s thriving.

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The mud was ankle-deep and the sky hung low like it hadn’t breathed in days.

Floyd Talbert trudged along the patrol line, boots soaked, rifle slung, eyes scanning the fields like something might actually happen today. It wouldn’t. Nothing ever did lately. But he supposed going through the motions gave everyone a sense of purpose, of control. Some version of normal.

Joe Liebgott walked beside him, chewing his gum like he was trying to kill it. They hadn't said much. Didn’t need to. Not until Joe side-eyed Floyd for the third time that morning so Talbert decided to break the ice, “Don’t look at me like that,” Floyd had muttered that morning, trudging through half-frozen mud on patrol.

Joe had just grinned, “I’m not the one mooning over the company’s flirt.”

“I’m not mooning,” Floyd snapped, “She’s just—she’s just mouthy. That’s all.”

“You always get real quiet after she talks to you.”

Floyd didn’t look at him, “No I don’t," Joe gave him a look. Floyd sighed, “She talks to everyone, Joe. That’s what she does.”

“Not like she talks to you.”

Floyd Talbert would never admit he had a thing for her. Absolutely not. Not to himself. Not to the guys. And especially not to Joe Liebgott, who was entirely too smug for his own good and had already sniffed him out.

“She gives me shit.”

“She gives you attention,” Joe corrected, “And you eat it up like a starved dog.”

Floyd stopped, turned toward him, “Jesus, you’re annoying.”

Joe grinned, “You’re smitten for the woman. Admit it.”

“Go to hell.”

The truth? Joe wasn’t wrong. She was mouthy. And sharp. And too damn good at pushing every single button he had.

She flirted, sure. But it wasn’t sweet or soft. It was like sparring—fast, mean, and meant to draw blood. She’d throw a wink like it was a knife and leave him wondering if she wanted to kiss him or knock his teeth out.

And Floyd? He kept throwing it right back. Because if he didn’t, he might just show her how much he actually gave a damn.

Floyd scoffed and kept walking, “I’m not smitten. She just likes to play games, that’s all.”

“You sure you’re not the one playing pretend?” Joe called after him, “She’s got you wrapped around her finger and you don’t even know it,” Floyd didn’t answer, but the way his jaw clenched said enough.

He hated that Joe had a point.

She was the only woman in Easy, and somehow, the least delicate person in the entire damn company. No softness. No apologies. She’d earned her spot ten times over, through blood, bruises, and the kind of sharp-tongued defiance that made seasoned soldiers take a step back.

Floyd had seen guys from other units try her—testing, pushing, underestimating. They didn’t make that mistake twice.

But with him?

She flirted. In that mean, sparring way that made it hard to tell if she wanted to kiss him or knock his teeth in. And Floyd—God help him—he flirted back. Not because he knew what he was doing. Not because he thought he could win. But because it was the only way he knew how to keep her close.

She was trouble.

That’s what Floyd Talbert decided the first time he laid eyes on her—half-covered in grease, barking orders at some poor replacement who’d crossed a line she hadn’t even drawn. She didn’t take shit. Not from the men, not from the officers, not from the war. Hell, Floyd wasn’t even sure if she could take a compliment without twisting it into something sharp and biting.

And that? That was the first hook in his chest.

Because she flirted the way soldiers fought—reckless, defensive, all fire and teeth.

Especially with him.

“You’re staring, Talbert,” she’d muttered once while patching a cracked helmet in the corner of a barn.

 “You’re just easy to look at, Y/L/N,” he’d shot back, not missing a beat.

She snorted, “Easy isn’t a word I’d use for me.”

 “I didn’t say easy to get,” he added with a smirk, “Just easy on the eyes,” she tossed a rag at his face. And smiled.

That was their rhythm. Banter like bullets, sarcasm like armour. If either of them ever meant anything deeper, neither would admit it out loud. Not in front of the others. Not when things were this uncertain.

Not when people were dying.

Later that afternoon, they were assigned to supply duty.

Crates, inventory, packing—mindless shit, perfect for staying out of trouble. Which was probably why Winters paired them together. Keep your enemies close, right?

The storage tent was cramped, half-dark, and smelled faintly of antiseptic and damp canvas. She was already there when Floyd ducked inside, lifting a box of ampoules above her head, trying to shove it onto the top shelf.

Her shirt tugged up slightly as she stretched—bare skin peeking just above her belt.

Floyd watched for a minute.

The line of her waist caught his eye first—lean, all tension and quiet strength, like she was built for surviving rather than softening. The kind of body shaped by war and stubborn will, not delicacy. He could see the muscle in her arms flex as she tried to lift the box, the taut pull of her back through the thin fabric. She wasn’t soft like the girls he used to chase before the war—she was solid. Grit and edge and fire wrapped in skin.

And Christ, it did something to him.

The stretch of her shirt. The way her jaw clenched. The soft little grunt of frustration—and Floyd had to look away before his brain short-circuited.

The box slipped. She cursed, “You just gonna watch or are you gonna help?” she snapped.

Floyd smirked, stepping in, “You looked like you had it.”

“And you looked like a goddamn scarecrow standing there,” she glared at him over her shoulder.

But truthfully? He didn’t look like a scarecrow. He looked good. Always did, damn him.

All swagger and trouble, leaning in with that lazy grin like he had every right to take up space next to her. Floyd Talbert had that stupid kind of charm that worked even when it shouldn’t. Rough around the edges, cocky without trying, and he knew exactly how to get under her skin.

And the worst part? She let him.

Because even when he pissed her off, she noticed the way his eyes softened around the edges when he was tired. The way his voice lowered when he wasn’t trying to impress anyone. The way he looked at her like he saw through every wall she put up and wasn’t afraid of what lived behind them.

Floyd Talbert was dangerous.

Not because he flirted back like it was second nature, but because some stupid part of her wanted it to mean something.

And that scared the hell out of her.

He just chuckled, stepping in and grabbing the box with ease, sliding it onto the shelf like it weighed nothing.

And then—they turned at the same time.

Close. Too close. The space between them? Gone.

She hadn’t backed up. And he wasn’t about to.

His chest nearly brushed hers. Her hand still half-lifted. His eyes catching on her mouth before he could stop himself. Neither of them moved.

Her gaze locked on his—slow, dangerous, and deliberate. She tilted her head, slow, eyes glinting with something unreadable, “That’s a dangerous look you’re giving me, Talbert.”

Floyd didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.

His gaze just deepened—smoldering, unblinking, the kind of look that felt like it was peeling her apart layer by layer. It wasn’t just heat—it was intention. Like he was already thinking about what it would feel like to close the distance, to press his mouth to hers, to push her up against the shelves until she forgot whatever smart-ass thing she was about to say next.

Y/N’s breath caught—damn him—because that look was worse than anything he could’ve said.

And then came the smirk. Slow. Crooked. Dangerous in its own right.

Like he knew exactly what he was doing to her.  And wasn’t sorry in the slightest. Floyd swallowed, “You’re the one giving it first, Y/L/N.”

“You were staring.”

“You let me,” the silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was charged. Like something was hanging in the air between them, trembling, waiting to snap.

She didn't step back. And he didn’t move away.

It hit him then—not just the tension, not just the flirtation—but the way she looked at him like she was waiting. Like she had been for a while. For him to stop playing. For one of them to do something about the fire constantly crackling between them.

“You always flirt like this?” he asked, voice low now, rougher, “Or am I just the lucky one?”

She shrugged a shoulder, but there was a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, “You haven’t died of flirting yet, so maybe you are.”

He leaned in—just an inch. Just enough, “You want me to kiss you?”

She raised a brow, “You always ask first?”

Floyd grinned, “Only when I give a damn.”

And that—that softened something in her eyes. She didn’t say anything. Just stood there, looking at him like she was daring him to cross the line. The one they’d been dancing around since Normandy.

But beneath his grin, his heart was pounding. Because this wasn’t just some throwaway flirtation. Not anymore. Maybe it never had been.

He hadn’t meant to fall for her. Not the woman who met every insult with one of her own. Who pushed and shoved and snarled when the world tried to tame her. She was chaos in boots and a uniform, and Floyd—Floyd who was always the first to laugh, the first to charm—had no idea what to do with someone who didn’t melt under that grin.

Except he did.

Because over time, it wasn’t just the fire in her that caught him. It was the quiet things.

The way she sat up at night, eyes scanning the treeline long after everyone else had crashed. The way she knew when to speak and when silence would do more. The way she carried herself like she’d learned not to expect anything soft from this world—but still, she gave it. In rare glances. In fierce loyalty. In little things she probably didn’t think he noticed.

He noticed all of it.

She wasn’t easy to love—but Floyd never wanted easy. He wanted her.

And now, standing this close, that truth felt heavy in his chest. Terrifying, maybe. But also the most certain thing in a world where everything else felt like it could be blown to hell in a second.

He looked at her like she might disappear if he blinked.

And she looked back like she just might let him kiss her after all.

But this wasn’t the first time they’d stood toe-to-toe like this.

He remembered Holland—early morning fog, boots soaked through, and her leaning against a crate of rations like she didn’t have a care in the world.

“You ever stop running your mouth, Talbert?” she’d asked, flicking her cigarette ash without looking at him.

“Only when you walk into the room,” he fired back, smirking, “Figure I oughta let you take over. Keep the attention where it belongs.”

She snorted, “Bold talk for a man who got knocked into a ditch last week.”

“I let Malarkey hit me. Needed a nap.”

“You’re pathetic.”

“You’re gorgeous.”

That made her blink. Just once. A flash of something in her eyes. And then, smoothly, she leaned closer, her voice low.

“Flirt with me again, Talbert, and I’ll knock your teeth down your throat.”

Floyd had just grinned, unbothered, “Worth it.”

He still swore she smiled a little as she walked off.

“Are you too chicken?”

Floyd’s jaw flexed. She was pushing. And he loved it. And hated it.

Because if he kissed her now, it wouldn’t be a game. It wouldn’t be playful, or casual, or anything he could brush off the next day.

It’d be real.

And real? Real mattered.

He leaned in slowly, letting the moment stretch, waiting for her to pull away.

She didn’t.

Her breath hitched, just once, and that was enough. His voice dropped, “You keep looking at me like that, sweetheart, and I’m gonna do something stupid.”

She exhaled slowly, “Then don’t stop.”

But he didn’t kiss her. Not yet. Because if he did, it wouldn’t be a quick, heat-of-the-moment thing. It’d be everything.

And Floyd Talbert knew one thing with absolute certainty: He wasn’t just smitten.

He was gone.

His hand moved before he could stop it.

Slow. Sure. Almost reverent.

Floyd’s fingers slid beneath the hem of her shirt—calloused and warm against the bare skin of her waist. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t stop him. Her breath just hitched, subtle and sharp, like she’d been holding it in for far too long. She just stood there, breathing in tandem with him, eyes flicking between his and his mouth—like she was daring him to stop pretending this wasn’t everything they’d both been trying to ignore. 

He lifted the fabric gently, the backs of his fingers grazing upward until his hand settled just beneath her bra. His palm was flat over her ribs—feeling the way her heart stuttered under his touch. His other hand ghosted up, brushing the line of her jaw with the back of his fingers.

And then he pulled her in. Not rough. Not desperate. Just…close. Until their chests brushed. Until their noses touched. Until there was no air left between them but the breath they shared.

He stared at her like she was the first thing he’d ever wanted and the last thing he’d ever deserve. And she looked back like she’d been bracing for this moment the entire war.

This wasn’t just lust.

This was what came after months of pushing and pulling. Of bruised banter and sidelong glances. Of pretending not to feel something so goddamn obvious it hurt.

And now?

Now they were here.

“I thought,” she whispered, eyes locked to his, “If you ever touched me like this…it’d be because you were trying to win.”

His brow furrowed slightly, confused, “Win what?”

Her mouth twitched into the faintest, saddest smile.

“Me.”

And that—that—made Floyd fumble.

His lips parted like he might answer, but no words came. Just a sound. A quiet, broken sound in the back of his throat. He hadn’t expected her to say it—hadn’t expected her to be honest. Not when both of them were better at hiding behind sarcasm and smartass comments.

But now it was real.

And he couldn’t hold back anymore.

He leaned in, eyes fluttering shut, nose brushing hers, and kissed her—slow and certain—like he’d been waiting for permission his whole damn life.

And this time?

She kissed him back like she was just as tired of pretending.

Their mouths met like a match striking tinder—hot, fast, inevitable. Floyd kissed her like he’d been holding his breath since Normandy and finally let it all go. Her hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, grounding herself as the tension that had stretched between them for months finally snapped.

It wasn’t gentle. It was fireworks behind the eyelids. A dizzy, breathless kind of want that tasted like gunpowder and unsaid things. Like every quip and flirtation had led them here—and now, finally, the weight of waiting was gone.

Her fingers threaded into the hair at the nape of his neck, and Floyd made a low sound in his throat—like he couldn’t believe she was real. Like touching her wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. It felt like stepping off a ledge and realising you wanted to fall.

And then—

A cough.

A loud, pointed cough.

They broke apart, flushed, lips kiss-bitten, breath still shallow.

Standing a few feet away, arms crossed and smug as hell, was Joe Liebgott.

With the biggest goddamn smile on his face.

“Well, well, well,” Joe drawled, absolutely beaming, “Took you long enough, Tab. I was starting to think you’d chicken out for real.”

Floyd let out a breath, dragging a hand down his face, “Jesus, Joe.”

Y/N didn’t say a word—just narrowed her eyes and muttered, “You ever hear of privacy, Liebgott?”

“Not in the airborne, Y/N/N,” Joe said cheerfully, “But hey—at least now I know I was right.”

Floyd groaned. Y/N just smirked.

And despite the embarrassment creeping up his neck, Floyd couldn’t stop the stupid grin tugging at his lips.

Because even with Liebgott’s interruption—especially with it—it all felt real now.

Undeniably, gloriously real.

[saint-petah-the-good]

when your bbg is a war veteran

[awaterfalls]

yep again!!

• matt is so beautiful 😍 I can't

• Ross pics gave me life

• once again, I love them

Part 6/??? (I believe)

[uramakimochi]

BAND OF BROTHERS MASTERLIST

- Band of Brothers? More like, Band of Finest Men Alive!!! -

> BACK TO MAIN MASTERLIST <

!!!DISCLAIMER!!!: istfg, if someone comes at me for doing this i'm gonna block them. I write FOR THE CHARACTERS of the show!! Just like you write ff of your favorite character from your favorite serie/movie, this community does the same with this one, okay?? It's not that hard to understand!! We obviously don't mean to disrespect the real veterans and soldiers who fought the war!

• JOE LIEBGOTT:

- Given enough

[web-gottt]

(inspired by @bellewintersroe's idea of being friends with benefits with liebgott idea <33333 - also i was listening to casual by chappell roan on repeat for this too good)

casual

sneaking around with joe liebgott for months on end throughout your journey with easy company. especially during the earlier months when it's a bit easier to sneak off in the night finding some abandoned office or making out against dimlitted building walls in some village you’re billeted at. but you two aren't something official - not wanting to get too attached if one of you perhaps died, yknow. easy company are in some british pub, the air is warm and smells like beer with everyone chatting loudly and laughing. you're stood with talbert, two of you leaning against the bar watching the others play darts. and joe is sat across the pub, staring straight, never moving his eyes off the two of you. sneaky!! tab gets his arm around your shoulder and his eyes are hot and heavy on you. there's a slight flush to your cheeks and theres a look in your eyes - the same look you've given joe himself a few times.

joe watches as you both put your glasses down and tab takes your hand, pulling you towards the door and out the pub. a few minutes pass. you and tab are sitting on top of an rickety, old wooden picnic table outside the front of the pub. his jacket is around your shoulders, the two of you absentmindedly chatting, sitting close, laughing at the things he's saying (but its the laugh that you emphasise when you want someone). he's looking at you with that same look you had given him earlier, and your faces are getting closer and his lips barely touch yours- loud, angry footsteps on gravel are heard and both you and tab pull apart to look at whoever was stomping past the two of you. joe. he's angry, you can see that. "joe?" you say, standing up but he just completely blanks you, shoving his shoulder almost into you, stomping away, "joe?!" you repeat a little louder, making a few steps but stopping when you notice there's no point. hes not talking to you.

tab appears next to you, "whats that about?" he asks, you turn to look at him, "i..i dont know" you reply confusion on your face, but tab takes your hand, wanting to take your mind back to where the two of you were beforehand.

spending the rest of your night with him, but he's always in the back of your mind. joe.

[bellewintersroe]

Talbert x Reader x Liebgott threesome part 2

🩷🤍🩷I swear this is like TWO YEAR OVERDUE?! Hello? Anyway- here’s the LINK to the first part. Trigger warning: SMUT 18+, mentions of P in V, anal play, oral (giving and receiving), threeways, dirty talk, swearing, everything ok? Have fun 🩷🤍🩷

“Fuck-” I panted out, a throaty groan escaping my lips as Talbert wrapped his hand in my hair, pulling back on the make-shift ponytail as my body contorted in a position I don’t think I’d ever managed to achieve by myself before. The sensation of Talbert’s cock hitting deep inside me had my face tightly knotted, the bottom half loose as my jaw hung open, free for shamefully loud yells of pleasure to echo around the room.

“Good girl, take it.” Floyd growled, smacking his hips into my ass which was already red from all the spanks I’d endured. If Floyd practically fucking me like a piston from behind wasn’t good enough, Liebgott perched on the edge of the bed, holding my jaw, strained cock in his hand as he whispered sweet nothings to me, guiding me through getting fucked by another man. “You missed this, didn’t you?” Joe chuckled as I whimpered in response, nodding with a sob as I dropped my head into the comfort of his palm. He replaced his gentle touch with a light smack to my cheek, forcing my chin back up to look at him and press a harsh kiss to my lips. “You want me to fuck your mouth? Have you fucked from both ends?” Joe smirked, fist pumping up and down over his veiny cock. I couldn’t reply, unintelligible moans continuously flowed from my mouth, but I so desperately wanted to say yes, all I could do was nod frantically. “Give her a sec Tab, jheeze.” Joe laughed as Floyd exhaled through rounded lips from behind me, slowing his actions so I could properly speak again. My heart was pounding furiously, I was gripping onto the bed and Joe like my life depended on it, inhaling and exhaling at a frantic pace as I relaxed from the intense pleasure I’d been receiving.

“Just cos you get it all the time. It’s been months for us, hasn’t it babe?” Tab leaned forwards, kissing my cheek. “Uh huh.” I nodded, feeling him pull out as I remained on all fours, waiting for Joe to fill my mouth with his leaking cock.

“Yeah, I’m just lucky, aren’t I?” Joe’s gaze held against mine as I smiled back, nodding as he pressed a kiss to my lips. “You good?” He checked.

“So good.” I responded, finally watching him stand up and tease his cock against my lips. He tasted so good, I wanted to sink his cock down my throat, but I licked at the spilt pre-cum, up and down his shaft, over his sensitive tip as he let out a brief pant, attempting to search for a fist of hair to push me down.

“Dammit, why’re you tryna tease me now?” He smirked, endearingly stroking my jawline, pulling my mouth to open up as I giggled, allowing him into my mouth, sucking my cheeks around his large cock, hearing the throaty sigh of appreciation as I did.

I held onto either of the back of his thighs, bobbing my head up and down as I took him at a slow pace, careful not to push too far.

“She’s so good at that, isn’t she?” Tab commented. “She’s so good.” Joe agreed, his hand flattening on my head and guiding my movements as I opened my mouth, fucking his cock into my throat. I could appreciate the sounds Liebgott was making, not afraid to show his pleasure. Neither of the men were, fuck it turned me on so bad. My fingers trailed down to my throbbing clit, desperate to feel full again.

“Oh, you’ve got us to do that, baby.” Tab noticed, thank god. My fingers were quickly replaced with his mouth, lips and tongue moving against my pussy, kissing, licking, sucking. I was practically crying around Liebgott’s cock, the pleasure only stimulating me to go deeper faster. “Oh, fuck.” I wept, head falling back as I held Joe’s cock in my hand, Talbert’s mouth moved up further to my ass, tongue licking up and down between there and my leaking pussy. “Good girl.” Joe hushed, stroking my hair gently as I whined against his crotch, “you fucking love that, don’t you?” His fingers picked my chin back up, my eyes met his.

“I love it.” I whispered shyly, sticking my tongue out and taking him back in my mouth. Joe was massive on eye contact, so I made my best attempt to keep looking up at him when I sucked his cock. I was becoming so overwhelmed with the pleasure, I needed more, desperately.

“More, Tab. I need more.” I shuddered as he slid a hand down my back, finger teasing at my asshole. “Yeah? Like that?” He muttered as my breathing increased. Joe knelt down at the side of the bed, holding my face as he watched me react to Talbert’s antics.

“More.” I hushed, daring him further as I felt him push a finger into my hole. I’d only explored that with Liebgott twice before. My head lolled in ecstasy as he kissed over my quivering thighs, pushing his finger in and out slowly.

“Feels so good.” I whined, my hand wrapping around Joe’s. “You feel so good.” Floyd told me.

“Think you can take his cock at the same time?” Joe questioned, glancing up to the other man. “Yes.” I slumped forwards slightly, back arching causing Joe to groan at the view. “See, I told you she’s fucking good.” He told Tab, standing back up again and heading across the room to grab a drink.

“I know she is.” Talbert muttered, removing his finger as he knelt behind me. I rolled my hips, turning around to face him as he grabbed onto my shoulder. “Mh.” I complained, desperate to be full again as I pushed my hips back.

“Okay, babe.” He soothed, pinning his body over the top of mine to meet me half way for a kiss. I felt his cock sink deeper inside of me as he pushed me down so I was arched on the bed again. “Oh god.” I could feel my breathing already picking up as my eyes rolled back, cheek pressed to the mattress. Talbert began slowly rolling his hips against mine, giving me small thrusts as I simultaneously ground back against his cock. “That’s it.” He soothed. “Please.” I muttered.

“What was that?”

“Please.” I exhaled as he smirked, kissing my temple before picking my body up so I was on my knees, sinking his finger towards my asshole once again. Carefully, he pushed it inside, thrusts just enough to keep me in a hazy dream, his other arm wrapping around my waist to keep me up. “Shit, you feel so good.” I told him, turning my head to share another sloppy kiss. “Keep fucking me.” I whined. “M’ so fucking wet for you.” I hushed as he moaned into my hair. “You’ll make me cum if you keep talking like that.”

“M’ not yet.” I teased, running a hand down to my clit and began to rub at the aching area. Tab continued to play with both my holes until the tension became too much and he removed his hand, holding both my arms and fucking in me faster, harder. “Harder! Fuck!” I screeched, feeling my pleasure growing as Joe made his way over, dropping a bottle beside me and holding his cock in his hand, stroking as I watched back up to him. The bed frame was screeching against the floor, slamming against the wall and the sound of our pleasureful yells became louder and louder. When he hit a particularly deep spot, I let out a screech, feeling my stomach tighten. “Fuck, she’s gonna cum.” Joe spoke, catching my hands as I reached out, scratching at his back, face nuzzling against his as I choked out. “Fuck.” Talbert groaned, taking over rubbing my clit as he was even more rough with me. I cried out loud, falling onto Joe and using him as a support. With one hand I grabbed onto his cock, “I’m gonna cum.” I whined quieter. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” I then told Talbert, the sounds turning up in pitch as I swore out loud, nails breaking Liebgott’s skin as I felt the coil tighten. The orgasm was even more intense than I could’ve ever imagined, I squirted with a scream all over the bed and Talbert’s cock, creating a messy wetness that caused him to cry out as he continued to fuck me slower through my orgasm. My body was pulsating, pussy throbbing as I collapsed out of pure exhaustion, shaking and jittering with each wave of pleasure my orgasm gave me. “Good girl!” Joe dragged out as I fell down to the mattress with a sob, opening my mouth to allow to fill me up again.

For the next few minutes both men fucked me, both my holes were filled and used, just of how I dreamed all those months ago in a stupid foxhole. Floyd’s hands were gripping so tightly into my quivering thighs, holding me in place as Joe’s hips fucking into my mouth, cursing and spluttering. “Shit, you gotta let me fuck her.” He panted out. “Fuck, let me finish first. Fuck, I’m gonna cum for you, baby.” Floyd’s voice shook as he fucked me at the same speed as before, my legs spreading as I choked around Joe’s cock, gagging and spluttering as I took him as far as I could. “Shit! Yes, y/n fuck!” Floyd groaned, movements becoming stiff as he worked his way up to his orgasm, filling the condom inside of me with a heavy groan, one of the hottest sounds I’d ever heard.

“Jesus.” Liebgott laughed at his panting friend as I pulled back from his cock, replacing it with my hand and turning around to face a red-faced Floyd. “God.” He milked himself, thrusting slowly as I pushed my hips back, shaking my ass with a giggle as he moaned out abruptly, holding me still. “Fuck. I’ve missed this pussy.” He told me as I smirked turning back up to Liebgott with a smile.

“Alright, move over.” He was growing inpatient, I could tell. As soon as Floyd pulled out I collapsed onto my front, giving myself a rest as Floyd climbed off the bed, returning to the other side of the room where the bin was to dispose of his used condom.

When I saw Joe reaching over to take one out of the box, I whined, pushing my bum up slightly. “Don’t use one.” I hummed, sighing out as he turned back over his shoulder.

“Are you sure?” The smirk on his face was practically beaming as I nodded again, watching him turn back around and head towards me. Joe flipped me over as I squealed slightly, my legs aching and continuing to quiver as he spread them apart, kneeling between them. I moaned with anticipation, hands roaming through his messy hair in appreciation.

“You know you’re a good girl.” He whispered, kissing my thigh as I sighed. “Even if he fucked you you’re still mine.” Joe possessively spoke as I smiled, “I know.” I endeared, watching him connect his lips to my swollen pussy, slightly sore from how much it had been used.

Joe’s movements were gentle, slow and careful at first. He knew I needed to relax for a few moments so I closed my eyes and appreciated the bliss of Liebgott eating out my pussy. Soon, Talbert sunk down on the bed next to me, my hands reaching back to hold his as he watched with heavy lids, stroking over my tits.

“Mmmmh.” I moaned, feeling Joe flicker his tongue over my clit a little faster. The way his hands rubbed up and down my thighs was mesmerising, even though I found Talbert fucking irresistibly sexy, Joe and I just connected on another level. To have them both felt fucking sensational.

Talbert shifted, kneeling behind me as he propped me up slightly on his lap, licking his fingers and coating my nipples with his saliva, teasing and rubbing creating a whole new sensation. Joe slid one of his hands down, pushing two fingers and curling them inside my whole as my hips bucked, grasping onto the boy behind me for support.

“Fuck.” I pouted, rolling my hips against Joe’s mouth as he fingered at my pussy, continuing to pleasure my clit with his hot mouth. The quicker his pace got, the faster I got worked up. Already hot and bothered from my previous orgasm and the two men, I felt my next orgasm grow overwhelmingly quickly.

“Joe.” I whimpered. “Good girl, c’mon, you can cum for me.” He soothed as I dropped my head back moaning louder and louder. “Fuck, that’s it.” Talbert spanked my tit before squeezing at my nipple causing my heavy breathing to turn into pleasureful gasps and moans as I worked closer and closer to my release.

“Fuck! Please- I’m cumming!” I choked out, hips bucking as the squelching of my pussy grew louder and more frequent. “Fuckk!” I yelled out, hand snatching over Talbert’s as I was pushed over my edge, throwing into another wave of eye-rolling ecstasy.

“Oh my god- oh fuck, oh my god.” I yelled out through my orgasm, screeching when Joe fingered me even harder, the intense feeling inside of me causing me to scream as released, squirting my juices once again all up his arm this time. My body convulsed with the prolonged orgasm, hands limp as I gasped through my come down.

“You’re making me feel so fucking good.” I spoke with a groan as Tab’s fingers lolled over my nipples once again. “Joe just wanted to make you cum cos I did first.” He teased. “Whatever.” Joe hushed, standing up and pulling my hips further towards the end of the bed where he wasted no time slipping his raw cock into my slippery pussy. I felt myself grip around him, but I don’t think I’d ever been more fucking wet in my life.

“Shit, you feel too good baby.” Joe warned, propping my legs either side of his waist as Talbert moved again, pinning my hands down to the bed and moving forwards to kiss my lips, devouring me as he pushed his tongue against mine, making out borderline violently as I hungrily kissed him back, allowing him to then proceed by marking all down my jaw, neck and tits.

Joe’s movement and pace picked up, comparable, if not the exact same to Floyd’s rough thrusts before. This time, my moans were concealed against Tab’s mouth, my wrists harshly pressed to the mattress, above my head. Joe watched the bounce of my tits, desperately adjusting me closer every time I’d slip back. Effectively the two men were using me like their fuck dolls and I loved it. “Shit, Joe.” I gasped once Talbert moved back, letting go of my hands but guiding one to his cock. Tab spat on his cock and again on my hand, my movements picking up instantly as I jerked him whilst Joe continued to fuck deep inside my pussy. “Yeah? Take it like the good little bitch you are.” Joe hissed through his gritted teeth. Talbert’s hand guided over mine to wank him faster, harder, his pants making it obvious he was equally as enjoying this. “Yeah, you fuck me so good. Fucking use me Joe.” I groaned as he reached forwards, popping a slap against my cheek to which I ground my teeth together, groaning as he wrapped his fist around my neck. “Fuck, yes choke me. Want you to- ah fuck- cum inside my pussy.” I teased as his eyes rolled back, groaning. “Shut up.” He hissed. I fucking loved to tease Joe with the prospect of cumming inside of me l, he wanted it so bad but couldn’t have it. The tormenting, plus the fact he was balls deep inside my squelching pussy seemed to drive him to animalistic levels. Joe’s groans were growing louder. “Shit Tab.” I then turned back up to the blonder boy. “Fuck my mouth.” I insisted as he knelt up beside my face, turning my body so I was angled just right to wrap my pretty, little mouth around his cock.

“Such a slut taking it from both of us.” Joe commented, fucking several hard, deliberate thrusts deep inside of me. I screeched out around Talbert’s cock, sucking harder. The sex was animalistic, Floyd’s hands snatched at my hair, using my mouth as he yanked my hair back and forth.

I couldn’t tell who was going to bust first, but as soon as Talbert had me suck his balls, he fisted harshly at his cock, spilling a second and more intense release over my face, in my mouth and on my tongue. I cleaned his cock, sucking his sensitive cock through his orgasm and milking him dry. “Shit- move over.” Joe abruptly spoke, crawling up ontop of me, his cock spurting ropes of hot cum all over my tits, neck and some on my tongue. Joe’s head threw back as he cursed and groaned, allowing me to stroke him through his orgasm. Talbert was panting, rested against the head board as I licked at the tip of Joe’s tip. He only slipped out of his orgasm haze with a soft, “ah!” At the sensitive feeling. “Shit, y/n/n you did so good.” He soothed a hand over my tit, squeezing gently. I hummed, calming my breathing as Joe retrieved tissues for me, wiping my face clean, grimacing at the cum that he couldn’t tell was his or not.

“That was so good.” I panted, giggling at Liebgotts attempt to wipe my face. “You were fucking great.” Talbert spoke, sighing again with his head against the headboard of mine and Joe’s bed.

“Mmmmh.” I smiled, feeling Liebgott lift me up, “you can leave now, Tab.” He spoke as I spluttered out a laugh. “You can’t kick him out!” “I can I wanna shower with you…”

[torchbearerkyle]

When the summer dies (I'm with you always)

Chapter 5

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Warnings: Sobel

Word count: 4.7k

Disclaimer: This is a fan fiction based on the HBO War series Band of Brothers and the actors' portrayals of the real WW2 veterans who I have the upmost respect and gratitude for. I do not in any way mean any disrespect to them.

A/N: This is my longest chapter yet and also my favourite one. Enjoy :) I hope you guys love it as much as I do.

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You rested your elbows on your knees, head bowed just a little. The quiet was a cloak, shielding you from the rushing world beyond the threshold. In that pause, everything you were leaving and everything you feared to face met in silence. You sat by the window, fumbling the same pack of cigarettes that kept you company most nights.

Your bag slumped patiently against the door, eager to leave behind the temporary stillness like a whisper fading in a crowded room. You exhaled softly at the small thud of the box dropping into the awaiting drawer. You’ve been lucky to even have it all this time. A secret tucked just out of reach. Now the weight of it pressed too heavy. There was no other choice but to let it go. You would rather live than face the consequences of a pack of german cigarettes being found in your footlocker.

The door clicked shut behind you, locking away a room that had almost become home. Outside the air was brisk despite the clear sky and the sun shining as bright as it had at noon. The station wasn’t far and your train wasn’t set to leave until later in the afternoon, so you walked, brushing shoulders against people you know you might never see again. The stakes were higher this time. There would be a clear line between friend and foe in the frontlines, nothing like the muddled one you tethered between before, all while hiding in plain sight.

You had already made peace with the fact that you might not come back, and something shook your core at how little you cared.

Union Station was a cathedral of motion, high-arched ceilings echoing with the shuffle of boots and the hiss of steam. Beneath the great iron ribs of the station, the air smelled of coal smoke, leather polish and strong coffee. Soldiers leaned against marble pillars with duffle bags slung over their shoulders, some laughing too loud, others quiet and far away already.

The long queue at the counters had you clutching your ticket, grateful that you could head straight to your platform. Announcements crackled from tinny loudspeakers, barely audible over the rush of heels and orders barked by MPs. You moved through the crowd like a shadow slipping between beams of sunlight, your focus narrowed on the path before you. Then, just as you rounded a pillar near Gate 6, your stride faltered.

Across the platform, was a figure unmistakable against the sea of strangers. You picked up your pace again.

“You’re early.”

“So are you,” you replied, knees bending slightly so you could rest your bag on the floor. Without pause, Mikey took your bag out of your hands and slung it over his shoulders instead.

“Here,” he said after a while. You glanced over to see his palm wide open, a small shiny pebble sitting at the cusp of his hand. “My little sister gave it to me when I left home. It’s from the river behind my house. She insisted it was a good luck charm. Must work if I’m still in one piece with all the driving I do around here.”

He looked at you expectantly before trusting his hand forward.

“Come on, I ain’t the one that’s gonna be hammered down by bullets.”

“You’re so stupid,” you mumbled before gently taking the pebble. You ran your thumb over it, surprised by the smoothness. The startling contrast between the two sides of the pebble had you wondering how many times your friend had run his finger over it just like you had.

“Thank me when it saves your life,” Mikey joked.

You slid the rock in your right pocket. A muffled click vibrating against your skin as it settled right next to your lighter.

“Oh, and before I forget,” he said, his hand reaching for his pocket, “Janet got you this.” He held out a small envelope. You let one side of your lips curl into a smirk.

“Did she, now?” You opened it and found a photograph staring right back at you. The three of you, behind a table littered with empty glasses at the bar. Your heart clenched and you closed the envelope as quickly as you could, refusing to let your eyes tear up.

“Write to me, alright? So I know you ain’t dead,” Mikey mumbled around the fresh cigarette dangling from his lips. He fidgeted on his feet, his gaze alternating between the platform clock and the iron track.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” you replied teasingly. The grin fell off your face at his restlessness and you grasped his blazer at the elbow, “Cheer up, Christ. I’m not dying! Not until I’m shipped off anyway.”

He didn’t say anything but the look on his face was enough to shut you up straight away.

Union Station was far away by the time the sun had set, nestled behind the endless trees that blocked the vision of the twinkling city. The train rumbled, cutting through sun-washed fields that looked straight out of a painting. You sat stiffly in the corner of the bench seat, your uniform jacket folded neatly in your lap, collar still creased from the morning. Washington had already begun to feel far behind and everything felt quieter, slower and more uncertain. Just like your future at Camp Toccoa.

You tried not to think much about it, focusing on the rustle of newspapers and the low murmur of soldiers filling the carriage instead. A corporal from Kentucky had fallen asleep a few seats away, his chin bumping into his chest every now and then as the train swayed violently. Across the aisle, two privates play a slow game of cards with weary patience. You kept to yourself, the manuals you’d receive along with your ticket wide open on your lap. Although your eyes hadn’t touched the pages in the past hour, you traced the edges of your orders. The paper was already soft from the folding and the unfolding.

You knew what the paper said. The words were burnt at the back of your eyes.

The landscape changed slowly, grass turning to red clay and small towns flickering past like half-formed thoughts. The further the train traveled, the further away you felt from everything you understood. Washington had been full of brass and shorthand and routine. Toccoa was sweat, pine trees, mountains, mud and men who definitely wouldn't want you there permanently. They didn’t seem repulsed by your presence the last time you had been at Toccoa, but then again, you weren’t there as a soldier— someone with whom they’d have to share the shooting range and the obstacle course with— but just as a mere assistant whose only weapon was a pencil.

You let your temple rest against the cool glass. You didn’t regret it. Not yet. But your spine ached from sitting straight too long, and your hands were starting to shake, not fear exactly. But a pressure building in your chest. Women have been underestimated for so long and this was your only chance to prove that there was so much more they could do if they were given the opportunity. This was their country too, so why couldn’t they fight for it just as the men were? Yes, they worked the factories and nursed the wounded back to health, but when would people finally realise that most women were born to lead and inspire?

You settled closer to the window, your eyelids heavy as the landscape blurred past. Your fingers fidgeted with the buttons of your jacket and soon enough the whistling window lulled you into a dreamless sleep.

The train station was the same as it had been months ago, but the sunlight was replaced by delicate silver rays that poked through gray clouds. You smoothed down your hair under your hat before heading to the end of the platform where you knew the army jeep would be patiently waiting. You swallowed down a yawn as your eyes skimmed over the clock on the wall.

Dirt crunched under your shoes and you almost stopped right in your tracks at the sight of the private draped over the driving wheel, arms folded to pillow his head comfortably. You let out a sigh, not out of disappointment but of pity and guilt. You knocked twice on the screen and watched as the soldier snapped back awake, a startled look on his face before it distorted into one of horror. He let out a string of apologies, jumped out of the jeep and stood at attention.

“At ease, Private. I apologise for the ungodly hour, the train took longer than expected.”

“It’s all good, ma’am, Colonel Sink arranged for you to stay the night, well what’s left of it, in the cleared out room in HQ until you can get settled in the barracks in the morning.”

The jeep soon rattled down the familiar narrow Georgia road, its engine loud against the stillness of the sleeping countryside. Dust kicked behind the wheels in a thick curling plume, catching in your throat and coating your tongue. The driver didn’t say much after that, his hand coming up every few minutes to conceal his yawns. The looming shadow of Mount Currahee had instantly washed the sleepiness out of your eyes and you sat wide awake in the passenger seat, as if a bucket of ice cold water had been dumped over your head.

The camp had no welcome signs. No ceremony. Just red clay, dust and the weird anticipation of what tomorrow might bring.

The Private had dropped by again with instructions as you settled back into the room you had used the last time. Colonel Sink would see you in the morning, 0600 sharp.

There was everything you needed stacked on the table shoved at the corner of the room. ODs, leather boots, PT gear, new U.S collar disks and a pair of crossed golden rifles for Infantry. You picked it up, finger running over the ridges. You sat down at the edge of your cot as a wave of lightheadedness flashed through your skull.

This was it.

There was no space for mistakes now.

You laid still for a while, staring up at the wooden ceiling, trying not to think. Sleep wouldn’t come. It didn’t even hover out of reach, it was so far away you doubt you could even spy in with a telescope. Then, without ceremony, you swung your legs over the side of the cot, reaching for the brown ankle boots. Your fingers worked by instinct, threading lace through boot hooks in the dark. The leather was new and stiffer than beef jerky left to dry for too long. Your ankles would get the support they needed to run Currahee, but there was nothing you could do to avoid the inevitable blisters you would get from the barely broken- in shoes.

You tied the knot twice at the top, not for comfort but for the control that you would lack once you were issued to your company in the morning.

Outside the air pressed close, heavy with humidity and the distant noises of insects. You paused at the doorway, hand braced on the frame as if the choice could still be reversed. Sooner or later, you would have to run Currahee. If it wasn’t now, then it would be tomorrow, surrounded with people who would probably love to see you fail. Sleep wasn’t coming and something deeper than restlessness had driven you away from bed. You stepped out into the dark, alone and boots thudding softly on the packed earth.

Morning had come quicker than you expected and you found yourself pacing in front of your cot. The olive wool trousers felt unfamiliar but it was a welcomed change. The sound of your watch ticking had you nervously adjusting the crease on your collar. Colonel Sink’s office was only a few feet away and with a couple of minutes to spare, you gathered all your belongings back into your bag. You dropped it next to the rucksack containing most of your gear as you crossed the small space to the door and left.

The secretary wasn’t as annoyed as he was the last time. He gave you a curt nod and knocked on the door immediately as you arrived. You cursed mentally, because a foolish part of you thought you would have enough time to calm your beating heart as you waited outside without pausing to think about the possibility that you were the first one to see the Colonel today.

He let you in and shut the door, the sound of the click switching something in your brain. Your training kicked it and you calmed yourself, your face devoid of any visible emotions. You stepped inside, standing just past the threshold, back straight, cap tucked on your belt and boots polished to mirror.

Sink didn’t stand but his eyes tracked you carefully. Not because you were a woman, but because you were about to become a problem. Or a solution. Or both. He just hadn’t decided yet.

He had read your painfully long file, the one that refused to end. You were smart, smarter than even some of his officers and skilled, proof of it inked upon pages and pages of mission reports. Moreover, the experience you had behind enemy lines could very well be used to keep them 2 steps ahead of the Jerries once they’ve been deployed. The fact that you were also a trained parachutist eased some of the doubts he had about you at first.

He said your name, glancing at your file, though he’d memorised it like he had his own when he was a child. It wasn’t every day a woman was assigned to the paratroopers. Hell, it wasn’t any day. Not until now.

“Yes, Sir,” you answered calmly. That was something.

Sink laced his fingers over the edge of the desk and leaned back. “You are assigned to Easy, Sergeant. You’ll be training with men whose bones haven’t finished healing from yesterday. You’ll live beside them. You’ll get no softness from them, and certainly none from Captain Sobel. You understand the nature of the unit you’ve been assigned to.”

Not a question. A gate you’d need to walk though.

Sink continued, “Given the nature of your job, you’ll attend classroom instruction with the Officers.”

You didn’t flinch. He noted that. A flicker behind your eyes, maybe, but you held steady.

Sink watched you for another moment. There was grit in the way you stood. Not bravado. Just weight, braced and silent. Like someone who’d already heard worse than anything he might say. You probably did, he figured.

“Captain Sobel will have thoughts,” he said flatly, more to see your reaction than to prepare you.

“‘Just here to do my job, Sir,” you replied without a blink.

Good.

“You’ll earn your place here like anyone else. No exceptions. No excuses. And if any man here thinks to test you for sport, they’ll answer to me-— through proper channels.”

He meant that. But he also knew better than to believe fairness would shield you. Besides he doubted you needed it, not when you cut an imposing figure to most. He had faith you would last because something about you told him you would fight for it with everything you had.

Another knock at the door had him looking away.

The door opened.

Captain Sobel walked in.

“Captain Sobel. This is your newly assigned NCO. Intelligence specialty. Jump-qualified. She passed the induction board last week.”

Sobel, standing just inside the door, blinked once. His arms remained behind his back, his mouth tightening in displeasure as his eyes flicked to the woman in front of Sink, steady at parade rest, face unreadable. He hadn’t been briefed. Not on this. A flicker of recognition flashed in his face.

“I wasn’t aware we were due for reinforcements, Sir. And certainly the last thing we would need is a secretary,” he said, controlled. The implication hung heavy in the air.

“You weren’t consulted, Captain. This isn’t something you can overrule, you’d be raising objections a few stars too high. She’s cleared for training, and she’ll be held to the same standards as every other NCO under your command.”

Sobel shifted slightly, not enough to be insubordinate, but enough to let his displeasure register.

“With respect, Sir… a field unit like Easy requires cohesion. Introducing variables—” Sobel started, measured.

Sink cut him off, his voice stern, “She’s not a variable, she’s a soldier. Your job is to train her along with the men.”

Silence stretched. You didn’t dare move. The standoff being the Colonel and the Captain too tense and heated to risk bringing their attention back to you.

“She’ll report to you effective immediately. That’s all.” Sink turned his eyes back to the stack of papers on his desk, a silent signal that the conversation was over. Sobel hesitated, then gave a clipped nod.

“Yes, Sir.” He turned towards the door, paused beside you for just a second too long. “In my office. At once.” Sobel spoke low, his voice full of venom. You held back a flinch at the harshness rolling off of him as he left.

Sink didn’t look up from his paperwork until you turned to follow.

“Don’t give him a reason. Make him look foolish on his own.”

You gave the smallest flicker of a smile.

Sink’s eyes flickered to the map stuck on the wall.

“God help the men if she’s tougher than they are.”

And he had a feeling you might be.

It didn’t quite register to you that you were being assigned to Easy until Sobel came in. He looked like a deer in headlights, eyes wide in surprise until they narrowed down to slits. He hadn’t bothered hiding his displeasure, well you supposed anyone would be upset at changes being made to their company without notice, but you doubted it had anything to do with that but more on the fact that you were a woman. Sobel had always strived to train the best company in the Regiment, and he definitely saw you as a liability who would be dragging her weight around, tarnishing the company name.

You walked a few paces behind Sobel until he finally stopped in front of a door, shoulders rigid under the weight of authority and something else.

The office was cold and closed. The blinds were half-drawn against the Georgia sun, but the light still cut in soft stripes across the desk. Sobel didn’t sit. He moved behind the desk like he might change his mind, then turned and faced you directly.

“Let’s get one thing straight, Miss.” Sobel squared off his shoulders and looked down his nose. You took the disrespect, swallowing down the urge to correct him. As much as you wanted to clench your jaw and roll your eyes, it wouldn’t do you any good. “Whatever orders got you here, you’re under my command now. And I don’t run this company on politics or… public opinion.”

He let the words hang there, just long enough to sting.

“You’ll follow the same program. You’ll meet the same standards. And you’ll get no special accommodations, verbal or otherwise.”

“I wouldn’t expect any, Sir,” you replied evenly.

Sobel’s lips pulled in a tight line. He took another look at you and found himself relaxing. Why worry himself when it was clear you wouldn't even survive a hike up Currahee?

“Good. Because the men will follow my lead.” You pressed your lips shut.

The same men who hated your guts? You wanted to say but you digressed.

“If you want their respect, you’ll earn it the hard way. And if you can’t… you’ll be gone before we even get near a drop zone.” He picked up a clipboard from the corner of his desk, flicked through a few pages like he wasn’t already intimately familiar with them. He let himself feel better at the thought of you struggling through this morning’s PT, but unbeknownst to him, you had already run Currahee. Twice. Your throbbing feet and the developing callouses proof of it.

“You’ll report to First Platoon. We run Currahee soon. You’ll gear up the same as the rest. Find Lieutenant Winters. And try not to be late. I’ll be watching.”

You didn’t answer, just opened the door and stepped out again, back straight, boots sharp on the gravel. Sobel watched you go, jaw clenched, already flipping through scenarios in his mind.

Lieutenant Winters wasn’t hard to find. His red hair was a beacon against the muted browns of Camp Toccoa. He stood just outside of the barracks marked for 1st Platoon. The one Major Howe had inspected on the second day of the Inspection tour. There was someone in front of him, back turned slightly, hiding his face. If you had to take a lucky guess, you would say it was Lewis Nixon. Behind you, the sound of shouted cadence rang from another company drilling on the field— sharp, regular, male voices.

Winters looked up from the papers in his hands, his eyes briefly meeting yours.

“Reporting to Lieutenant Winters, as ordered.”

His eyes were calm, Observant. Lewis turned, a knowing smile on his face.

“Took you long enough, Sergeant,” he said, after a quick look at the stripes on your sleeve.

Winters came forward, offering a nod more than a smile. He studied you for a moment, not rudely, just with the care of a man who liked knowing where every piece fit. He didn’t look surprised by your presence, not one bit.

“Not everyone here is going to be subtle about how they feel. That’s not your concern. You do your job. They’ll catch up.”

You nodded, and this time there was a faint shift in your shoulders, not relaxing but steadying.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good, You’ll fall in with the platoon in twenty. We’re running Currahee,” Another nod and he was already turning away and looking back at his papers. Lewis Nixon stayed planted in his spot.

“Looks like you knew my secret before there was one, Lieutenant,” you said quietly.

“It’s part of the job description I suppose,” he replied.

“And being nosy?”

Nixon glanced at you, one of his eyebrows raised in amusement, “Tell you what, you’ll fit in here just fine. Just don’t let Sobel get to you. Which he will try his damn hardest to.”

“Yeah, I got the preview a few months ago.”

“There’s a free bunk for you in there. You run into any trouble you come to me or Winters.” He nodded towards the bunkhouse.

“Understood, Sir.”

The barracks was alive with the usual chaotic energy. Bunks shaken loose of blankets, boots clattered against wooden floors, and voices cracked jokes and complaints over the smell of sweat and pine. Today’s morning PT had been slightly better than yesterday’s and that left almost everyone in a cheery mood.

Malarkey was already teasing Bull about last night’s poker game, while Muck and Luz argued about who stole one of Tab’s socks. Somewhere near the last bunks, Perconte was silently polishing his leather boots with the said socks.

The door swung open with a sharp creak and Lieutenant Winters strode in, commanding attention without shouting.

“Easy Company, attention!” His voice cut through the noise like a knife.

The room snapped quiet, the men straightened up, hands falling to their sides.

Luz widened his eyes at the sight of a woman behind Winters, steady and unflinching, boots clicking softly. You carried a rucksack and the look of someone who belonged, even if they hadn’t quite accepted it yet. He remembered you from somewhere somehow. The pub? No, he remembered you clad in khaki. One of the nurses he’s seen in town, maybe? He racked his brain for answers but all his attempts bore fruitless.

Tab whispered from beside him, his voice laced with something akin to surprise and wonder, “It’s her.”

Luz furrowed his eyebrows, biting back a smart reply before Winters’ voice broke the stifling silence by introducing you.

“—and the Sergeant’s assigned to E company effective immediately.” You stayed rooted in place behind Winters as he spoke.

A ripple ran through the room— quiet whispers and sideways glances. You caught the comment from the closest soldier, a red head beside the tallest man of the platoon.

“Well, well… company just got interesting.”

The man with the blond locks whispered back, a smirk on his lips, “Yeah? Bet she’s tougher than you.” The red head glanced back with an annoyed look on his face before straightening back up.

You suppressed a sigh. You hadn’t even been with the company for more than an hour and you were already the subject to most of their jokes. You caught Liebgott’s gaze briefly and he turned away quickly, lips twitching in displeasure.

“Sobel’s probably gonna eat her alive,” Tab said with pity. He thought you looked innocent, soft and kind, everything that had no place in an Army barracks yet here you were, pitching yourself for the hardest shit you’re probably ever going to do in your entire life. He liked you, he did, ever since you saved his ass from having that photograph confiscated, but he couldn’t help but think that you being here wasn’t right, as grateful as he was for you turning a blind eye at his stupidness.

“Are we sure she didn’t just miss the nurses’ barracks or something?” Luz said, clueless before Martin cut in with a sharp glare that shut everyone up.

Lieutenant Winters raised a hand, further silencing the murmurs.

“She runs Currahee with us this morning and the next. You’ll treat her like any other soldier.”

Toye glanced at Liebgott, “Bet ya’ two bits she will be gone by Friday,”

“Fifty cents says she drops out halfway up Currahee. And I want that extra slice of peach from lunch too.”

“You guys really betting against someone who showed up lookin’ like they already ran it once?” Perconte's voice had them both looking over.

“She ain’t making it up even if she wants to,” Liebgott voiced out. He hadn’t expected to see you again after that brief encounter during weapon inspection all those months ago. He had been happy back then, to see a pretty face after so long of being caged in Camp Toccoa without weekend passes. That’s all you were to him, just a pretty face that kept him going when things got too hard or when Sobel was intent on being a son of a bitch. He wanted to see you again, but now that you were here, in the flesh, in Easy, he felt a wave of displeasure contort his feelings. This was no place for a woman.

Winters had already left the barracks after calling for formation in ten. You walked to the only empty bunk left, nestled between Floyd and a man who offered you a slight smile. You only replied with a nod. The fact that you had to subdue most of your emotions left you feeling slightly unnerved. You weren’t the type of person to not show appreciation or gratefulness, but you were fully aware that every display of emotions could and would be used against you. Even if it was just a smile or some warm words in thanks. You didn’t know how low these men were ready to stoop to get you out of here and you weren’t about to find out.

“Ya’ know, the last guy who had that bunk passed out halfway up Currahee.” A voice behind you chirped as you sat on the edge of your cot, tugging on your bootlaces.

“Thanks for the head’s up, I will try not trip over his pride on the trail,” you said without missing a beat. The murmurs had died down at the sound of your voice flowing through the barracks. You looked up at the silence. The man who’d spoken snapped his mouth shut.

A snort broke the silence and then someone else choked on a laugh. You returned quietly to your laces, pursing your lips as you tied a knot.

“Nice going, Luz,” The red head near the door stifled a laugh as he pulled his white shirt out of his footlocker, gearing up for Currahee.

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HEAD-TO-HEAD (part II/?)

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

Pairing: Joseph Liebgott x Reader

Genre: angst/rivals to lovers

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Warnings: language, mild allusions to violence? Idk this is surprisingly mild (for now lol)

A/N: in case you couldn't tell, this chapter came out of the notes I had written down for "Poison In Your Coffee". It's one of the snippets I was DYING to flesh out, so here's to a little self-indulgence from time to time. Enjoy<3

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I noticed.

My eyes didn't miss Liebgott's rushed half turn when we were dismissed after our Friday night march. It stood out to me; he didn't wait for anyone, not even Grant or Tipper.

I figured he was just eager to get to the barracks after a long day and didn't think much of it.

At least until our Commanding Officers retreated each to their own quarters, and Talbert hurried to fall into step with Luz, a few feet ahead of me and Shifty. I didn't catch much, but the hushed words 'beaten up' from Tab and 'again' from Luz as the latter tentatively explored the faces surrounding them stirred suspicion in me.

"George." Calling his name was enough to make the two of them slow their pace with mildly concerned faces, allowing me and Shifty to join them.

"You were marching with Liebgott, right?" I nodded in response to Luz's question, Talbert's inquisitive gaze on me. "You saw where he went?"

"Looked like he was headed to the barracks." The way both men scanned the moving crowd of soldiers made me become unsure of my own reply.

"He took a turn." Shifty corrected me, motioning ahead of us before taking off his helmet. "Second on the left."

"What the fuck's his game?" George complained, swinging his rifle over his shoulder. "Malark— hey," he stepped in the ginger's way, making Penkala, Muck and More come to a confused halt. "Mind helping us out?"

"What's wrong?"

"Liebgott's at it again." Tab finally disclosed the obvious, making all of us let out different levels of desperate groans and sighs. "If Lip finds out—"

"Is he tryna get himself kicked out of the Airborne?" Don rhetorically inquired with raised brows. "Where'd he go?"

"Shifty says he turned left. Y/n says the barracks."

More's eyes pivoted from Luz to me. "The barracks? Really?"

"I'm not his babysitter, Alton." I spat, taking off my own helmet to hold it under my arm. "I don't know where the fuck he went."

"Weren't you two marching together?" Muck echoed George's question whilst gesturing at Perconte to join us.

"In case none of you noticed, we don't have the smoothest conversations." I retorted. Just like Talbert was growing tired of covering for Liebgott in front of the other Sergeants, I was growing tired of getting the third degree everytime he disappeared.

"This about Joe?" Perconte chirped in, and without missing a beat, his thumb pointed behind him. "He was in a rush to get to A Company's area."

A flash of realization flashed across George's face, the back of his hand nudging Talbert. "What's his name? Bailey?"

Oh. That one asshole from Able. The one who was double Liebgott's size. Taking a peek among the group sufficed to let me know we all were on the same page.

"To hell with getting kicked out," I blurted out, worry seeping through my words. "he's gonna get himself killed."

"He's an idiot."

Penkala's words were followed by Don's decisive steps. "C'mon, we're no help here."

"Wait," I took a hold of George's sleeve. "you're gonna go to Able's barracks?"

"Got a better idea?"

"Maybe." I mused about it for an instant before striding back. "You guys be careful."

"You're not coming?"

"I'm gonna try the smarter option for a change." I replied to Don's baffled question in a slightly louder pitch before rushing to the Winters' quarters.

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

Word had spread faster than a forest fire over the weekend about the incident that never happened.

By the time our friends had found Liebgott on that Friday night, he was being led back into the camp —along with Bailey and three other men from A Company— by Winters, Able's First Lieutenant and a couple of privates who happened to be on patrol duty that night.

The eight boys who had gone looking for him hadn't said a word about what they knew, or how they thought the event had unfolded for Liebgott to come back to his barracks in one piece and with nothing to say.

He didn't get to leave the camp that weekend.

None of the men disclosed anything, yet somehow rumors still ran around; whether or not they carried my name in them was up in the air. Of course, it mattered little to Liebgott, who more often than not found a way to tie things back to me.

This time, though, he happened to be right.

JOE'S P. O. V.

It wasn't the violent swing of the mess hall's door that brought some of the men's attention to me, it was the fact that I stood still at the entrance, scanning the place with intent and how I zeroed in on her before making a beeline across between the packed tables.

"You couldn't mind your own business, could you?!" I didn't need to call out her name for Y/n to look up from her breakfast. The way my hands slammed her table as I leaned on across from it made her jump on her seat.

"I don't know what you're talking about." It was barely a mumble and she was trying to make it sound like a careless response.

"Cut the act. You reported me off camp." I looked away with a bitter sneer at her discomfort, my voice loud enough to draw unwanted attention. "Got my weekend pass yanked because you couldn't help being a prissy."

She shifted in place, trying not to look around too much as she struggled to stay composed. "Maybe you shouldn't have been sneaking around where you don't belong."

"That’s rich, coming from you." I snapped, leaning in for only her and the ones close to hear. "I didn’t think you'd stoop to snitching, Y/l/n."

A part of me had expected to be wrong, so when she struggled to even meet my glare and her voice turned quieter, the anger brewing inside me bubbled to the surface.

"It’s not like you didn’t bring this on yourself." She made an effort to gain control in our conversation, but her fidgeting was giving her away. "Maybe you should think twice before picking fights with people twice your size."

Wait, what?

"How the hell did you know about that?"

"You're not exactly quiet." It was an instant, almost unnoticeable, but she averted her eyes. "Don't you think?"

With suspicion, I followed her sight and found Talbert who, unlike the rest of our nosy company-mates, seemed more interested in his breakfast than in the confrontation I was provoking. "You kiddin' me?"

Another hit to the wooden table on my part visibly shook her, and it dawned on me that she wasn't only uncomfortable— she was uneasy.

"What? You want a thank you?"

"I wanted to have breakfast in peace." She snapped, her emotions tilting more towards anger now.

"And I wanted my weekend pass. Go cry about it."

She jolted up and mirrored my stance. The soldiers around her moved away as if being too close to us would get them caught in the crossfire.

"Don't worry. Next time I'll let them take a swing at you." It took longer than she would have liked for her usual temperament to start up. "See if I care."

"That's what you should've done, instead of tampering with someone else's business."

She squinted at me with an irritation that reflected mine. "I think you're just mad someone had to bail you out of trouble."

"And I think you don't know how to stay in your goddamn lane." She had that piercing look in her eyes; the one that only showed up when I had her on the ropes. "I didn't ask for your help."

"Okay, you got your little moment," She grabbed her tray, threw a leg over the bench she had been sitting on. "now leave me the fuck alone."

I scoffed and, unwilling to let her walk away for whatever reason I myself didn't fully understand, I stalked around the table, only to be stopped by Toye's arm, lazily raised to block my path.

"why don't you sit down, alright?" His raspy voice sounded tired.

"Yeah, knock it off, Joe." Malarkey jumped it, a mild concerned on his demeanor.

"Piss off." I countered, smacking Joe's hand away and resuming my walk.

By the time I reached her, the tray had already been returned to its place and she was about to exit the mess hall.

I huffed, trailing behind her. "You don't get to walk away on me—"

The words were knocked off me when she halted dead in her tracks, did a half turn and took a step forward. "After the bullshit you just pulled," her index finger dug into my chest. "I get to do whatever I want." I opened my mouth but no retort came out of it before she clapped back, as if she was reading my mind. "You don't need my help. Noted. I'll make sure to remember that next time you get a whole squad running around to stop you from getting beaten up."

"I didn't say—"

"That you needed their help either, yeah. You're such a tough guy, aren't you?" Unlike me, she wasn't rising her voice, which was just as infuriating to me as the bite in her sentences. "You're a fucking idiot, that's what you are."

I didn't have the chance to follow her out; Lieutenant Winters crossed paths with her, getting a quiet salute from a flustered Y/n before his inquisitive, unreadable gaze fell on me.

"Liebgott." It was a warning disguised as a greeting. I wasn't that stupid.

"Sir." I repeated Y/n's salute and took Winters arched brow as a cue to sit down at the nearby table.

Guarnere, having breakfast by my side, muttered something under his breath after giving me a side glance.

"What?"

"C'mon Joe," Luz sighed, turning from an adjacent table to make eye contact with me. "You really think you would've won that fight?"

"She made you a favor." Smokey clarified.

"She's got no right to make that call." I grumbled, stealing a bite from Perconte's plate, earning a muffled complaint from him.

"Jesus Christ, Lieb." Muck complained, shaking his head. "Bailey could deck you any day. She's looking out for you. We're looking out for you."

"Yeah, can you think about the rest of us for once?" I rolled my eyes at Luz's tell-off. "You know the amount of crap we'd get from Sobel if he ever finds out?"

"Alright, that's enough." I dismissed them with a grimace. "I get it. 'M sorry for the trouble. Jesus."

"Good." Penkala nodded, pointing at the door. "Now apologize to Y/n."

"Don't hold your breath, Penk." I retorted before standing up to grab a proper breakfast for myself before drill training.

Maybe the boys were right and I did owe her an apology. Not that she would ever get it, though.

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𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘, 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎!

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Lewis Nixon

Cold as Ice -A little something where Nixon learns to ice skate but it’s all part of a deeper plan. Pairing: Lewis Nixon x OFC.

Richard "Dick" Winters

Hidden Love - A request written around the reader and Dick having a hidden love for each other. Pairing: Richard Winters x Reader

Chuck Grant

Get Well Soon - Chuck gets a visitor to cheer him up. Pairing: Chuck Grant x OFC

Floyd Talbert

Frostbite and Kisses - In the cold depths of Bastogne, a little warmth is always welcome. Pairing: Floyd Talbert x OFC (Rosie Moretti)

George Luz

Sentimental Journey - A dance brings two kindred souls together. Pairing: George Luz x OFC (Ellis White)

Joe Liebgott

A Sergeant's Sorrow - A conversation between two friends after Brécourt. Pairing: Joe Liebgott x Platonic!OFC (Lizzie Welsh)