#hbo war headcannon

[hedera-bellum]

Dancing with Easy Company Headcannons

I’ve been thinking about this the past three days and I need to get it out there. Plus I got fired after working two days so I’m hoping this will cheer me up! So here we go…

Dick Winters

He not the most nimble when it comes to dancing, so he’d rather a slow dance than something faster paced

If it does end up fast paced, you’d better believe you need to be the one taking the lead

If not he’d probably be too embarrassed to continue leading

However, he’d be happy to ask for your hand to dance to any slow song

Lewis Nixon

Nix on the other hand may find slow dancing a little awkward and frankly too formal

His parents likely forced him to take a ballroom dancing class when he was younger, which left a bitter taste in his mouth

He’d be more open to doing a bit of swing dancing with you

Plus, if he’s got a couple of drinks in him he’d definitely be getting more involved, spinning and dipping you, and hopefully not dropping you

When it comes to dancing alone, if he’s drunk enough he’ll have no problem enjoying himself

Harry Welsh (Assuming he’s not with Kitty)

No matter how enthusiastic, Harry isn’t the most amazing dancer

He insists he’s saving his real moves for the wedding

Even if he’s a bit awkward to dance with, slow dances with him are always super sweet and intimate

If he’s ever watching you dance or just dancing alone, he sports the goofiest grin the entire time

Surprisingly he also knows many of the lyrics to the songs that play, so you best count on him partaking in a singalong too

Lynn ‘Buck’ Compton

Similar to Nix, his parents made him take ballroom dancing lessons as a kid

HOWEVER he had a much better outcome than Nix and turned out to be a pretty good dancer

99% of the time it’s going to be Buck pulling you out to the dance floor, weather you like it or not

Because of his experience with dance and you being his partner, you end up becoming decently good as well

If he ever stops for a drink leaving you to dance alone for a bit, he’ll spend the time bragging to the others about how good you are

Carwood Lipton

There’s no way he’s getting out there without you physically pulling him to the dance floor

If he’s not dancing with you is more of an awkward experience on his part and he’s much rather blend into the background with a drink in hand and watch the others

He wouldn’t admit it, but once you take the lead he’s a pretty decent dancer

Ronald Speirs

He’s not too keen on dancing, but there’s no doubt he’s a good one

He’d be more willing to invite you out to the dance floor if it was a slower dance

Dances with Speirs feel almost preplanned even if they’re not

He’s confident with every step he takes and will guide you through anything you’re unsure of

Donald Malarkey

This man would be so shy going up to ask you to dance

If you were the one who asked him, it’d be so much relief on his part not having to start the engagement

He’d try his very best to dance like some of the other men who are more confident or experienced but would end up tripping over his own feet

You’d have to convince him that it isn’t as serious as he’s making it and try to get him to loosen up

Once you’ve gotten past that initial barrier, dancing with Malarkey is genuine fun, and could keep you up all night giggling

Bill Guarnere

He doesn’t like slow dances, period

Your best bet on dancing with Bill is some fast paced swing dancing, complete with lots of dips, twirls, pretty much the works

To others, you two dancing may seem more like a competition between you two more than anything else

Once things really get going, you may end up getting a couple of spectators seeing your little dance battle with Bill

Joseph Toye

Toye doesn’t really like dancing in general

He’d much rather hang by the bar and finish off a couple of drinks with you than getting all sweaty out there

If you force him to, he ends up moving like a limp fish in each step

He simply allows his body to move any way you make it, which most of the time ends up looking like you dancing with a life sized rag doll

If you scold him a bit, he might be willing to take part in a genuine dance or two, much to his dismay

Floyd Talbert

He’s cocky as hell when it comes to dancing

Chances are you are a better dancer than him, but you know it makes him happy thinking he’s teaching you something new

He’s not bad per-say, but you’ve seen better. Then again you’ve seen worse as well

For sure he’d be the one asking you out to the floor

Even though he’s cocky when it comes to dancing with a partner, when he’s out with his friends he tends to loosen up a bit

It’s pretty cute to see Tab goofing around and not taking himself so seriously, but you’d never let him know that

Darrel ‘Shifty’ Powers

You knew Shifty was planning on asking to dance with you even before you were at the party

You’d caught him recently practicing in the barracks dancing with his rifle as a faux-partner and trying his best not to have his voice shake when he asked for a dance

The night of the party you spent shooting glances his way waiting for him to finally make his move

Once he finally does, every dance with him is so sweet

He’s a little too nervous to try to pull off any extravagant moves but would much rather hold you close as you dance

George Luz

When I say this man is a MASTER when it comes to dancing…

He knows every move, every song lyric, every line dance, etc.

Because he’s so eager to show off these moves, he’d much rather do some swing dancing rather than slow

Sometimes people end up watching others dance, but when you and George hit the floor a circle clears in the center of the room and EVERYONE is watching and clapping along

Even if you don’t know how or aren’t a very good dancer, George will lead you in anything you’re unsure of. He can make anyone look like a pro if they’re dancing with him

Eventually by the time slow songs come on there is a welcome break where both of you are able to just lazily sway to the music before picking back up again

Frank Perconte

Frank has learned a lot of his moves from George

He’s not as cocky as Tab, but he’s pretty confident with what he’s got

As long as you’re willing to go along with what he’s doing and are able to take over if need be, you two make a decent pair

Although he doesn’t really mind slow dances, they always made him feel a bit awkward due to his height, especially if his partner is significantly taller than him

More often than not he’s not sure where to put his hands

Denver ‘Bull’ Randleman

Dancing with Bull is always extra sweet

Before you, he never gave a second thought about dancing and would much rather watch others

He tried his best to be elegant or swift on his feet, but usually it’s you having to take the lead with the dances

Either way, he’s happy to go along with whatever dance you want to participate in and will put his heart and soul into every step

Eugene Roe

Gene wouldn’t exactly ask you to dance but more so just end up meeting you on the dance floor during a slow dance and simply taking your hand

For slow dancing, he’s much more willing to take the lead

When it comes to swing dancing though, it’s up to you to take things up a notch

He’s more than willing to follow your lead with anything faster paced and will dip and twirl you as you wish

God knows he’d never let anyone know this, but he’s a hell of a line/square dancer, more specifically Zydeco (Creole/Cajun folk dancing)

Also, he’s pretty decent with playing different types of percussion when live music is involved

Joseph Liebgott

Even if it took a couple of tries, Joe would eventually find a way to get you to the dance floor

Once you give in to his pestering and join him for some swing dancing, of course you’re the one who has to pull him back by the ear to slow dance with you

He’ll give you this stupidly spiteful look the entire time you’re slow dancing, clearly regretting his decision to bring you out here in the first place

In reality, he’s nervous to do any type of ballroom dancing with you, as he thinks he’s going to look stupid or awkward with how lanky he is

If you find this out, you may be able to convince him to practice in your spare time after giving him a bit of a pep talk

Edward ‘Babe’ Heffron

Babe’s cheeks are so damn red the entire time you’re dancing with him

He admires how confident you are in the way you move and can’t help himself but almost want to just sit back and watch

He mostly allows you to take the lead and allow you to move him every which way you want, as long as he’s there with you

All things considered, the above only applies when you two are sober

If not, Babe appoints himself as your drunken hypeman for any type of dancing you continue with

David Webster

Web dancing is no less than awkward

If he put in the effort and actually got past his own mental barrier, there’s realistically nothing holding him back

He’d end up asking you to dance in the most cliché way possible

Web is determined to prove himself as a good dancer, assuring you he’s watched and taken notes on every dance film he’s seen

That doesn’t mean he’s practiced though

You’re better off taking the lead with him, otherwise you may find one of you helping the other off the floor

#band of brothers #band of brothers fandom #easy company #doc roe #eugine roe #bob #headcanon #band of brothers headcanon #hbo war #hbo war headcannon #headcannon #dick winters #Lewis Nixon #Harry Welsh #carwood lipton #ronald speirs #donald malarkey #bill guarnere #babe heffron #bull randleman #david webster #floyd talbert #shifty powers #george luz #frank perconte #joe liebgott

[mads-nixon]

Hey Mads,

I saw your requests are open. Could i please request a Dating Eugene Roe headcanon? Thank you 💕

Dating Eugene Roe Headcannons

Eugene Roe x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: My first ever BoB fic was about Gene, so he holds a special place in my heart. Thanks for requesting! I loved writing these!! this is about the fictional portrayal of easy company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!

So you and Gene meet in Aldbourne when Easy first gets moved there in September of 43' (you meet in october).

You're sitting in a coffee shop reading in the corner, and he thinks you're easily the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

Being a shy guy, Gene doesn't say anything to you the first time he sees you. He just subtly glances at you from his spot across the shop.

Turns out, he isn't as subtle as he thinks and you totally notice the staring but don't mind it because you think he's very handsome.

You come into the shop every saturday morning, and every Saturday morning, he's there as well. After a few weeks of sneaking glances, you decided enough was enough.

You walk over and introduce yourself to him, and BOY does he go red when you say that you've noticed him.

Despite the awkwardness of the beggining of the conversation, things fall into a steady rhythm, and you find yourself enjoying his company.

Gene's very soft-spoken and respectful (the BEST listener in the whole company if you ask me)

You get to know each other a little bit, and when you have to leave, you write down your address on a table napkin with a grin, telling him you're free the next day at 6.

The next day, he shows up to your house at 5:55 with a bouquet of roses, wearing his dress uniform. He offers you his arm, and the two of you are off to Swindon for the night.

It ended with a sweet kiss under the stars at your porch (there was no light on because of the black-out being in effect)

from there, it was history, and you soon fell for the cajun medic, and he fell just as hard for you.

Whenever he gets weekend passes, the two of you go for day trips to Swindon or London, strolling down the streets softly talking.

In London, you take him to Crystal Palace Park, where you lay out a soft blanket and have a cozy picnic. Your head lays on his lap, and he gently runs his hands through your hair as he talks about his family back home.

You LOVE hearing the different stories of his grandmother and her healing abilities. It only makes sense that Gene would become a medic to help people, following in her footsteps.

As his training continued and the concern of Sobel leading the company grew, Gene began to bottle up his anxieties and distance himself from you slightly.

I feel like Gene is the type of guy who wouldn't want to tell you his problems because he doesn't want to add to your plate, so he suffers in silence.

You confront him about it and he sighs before telling you everything about Sobel and how incompetent he is. (you hate him with a burning passion...possibly more than Eugene does, but it's close.)

Sunday dinner with your family becomes a weekly thing as time drags on. Your dad was hesitant to bring an American into your house, but he likes Gene more than he ever would have thought.

I'd like to think that Eugene buys you small trinkets that reminds him of you (idk where this came from but it's in my mind now)

OKAY...JEALOUS GENE IS HOT, MAN

we all know he can get fired up (after moose get's shot, he rips Dick and Harry a new one), but what gets him really fired up is when he's jealous

Some nights when you're out at a pub, men will make passes at you despite him sitting right there...boy it grinds his gears.

I have a feeling he would just sit there silent because if he opens his mouth, he knows he wouldn't be able to control himself (imagine his *angry* look after Sobel screws up the training mission in curahee) .

You notice and reach out for his hand over the table, trying to calm him down. "I'm going to get us some drinks," you squeeze his hand before getting up.

Gene's eyes follow you as you waltz across the room, and he takes a deep breath.

His gaze falls to the table for a moment, and when he turns back to you, he sees red. There's a British soldier at the bar who's all up in your personal space and is getting closer every second. Eugene can see the discomfort all over your face.

He shoots up from the table and quickly makes his way over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you behind him as he faces the guy.

"Do we have a problem here?" He asks, looking down at the man with fire in his gaze.

The Brit cowers instantly, taking his drink off the table before walking away. "No, sir."

Even through the man was super annoying, seeing Gene like that is incredibly hot, and you turn him around and kiss him.

He calms down pretty quickly after that.

Whenever they have to leave for Upottery, you share a sweet goodbye filled with tears (a lot from you and a few from Gene), and promises of writing.

You keep in contact through letter for the whole duration of the war, and the second he can leave after it's over, he comes straight to Aldbourne and asks you to marry him.

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#band of brothers #hbo war #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers imagines #eugene roe #eugene roe x reader #eugene roe imagines #eugene roe headcannons #band of brothers headcannons #hbo war headcannons #gene roe #eugene doc roe

[ithinkabouttzu]

Hey could you do a first time with the pacific characters x reader??

First time with the pacific boys

genre! smut; romance

warnings! sexual intercourse, swearing, reader has a hole, just plain filth. *minors please do not interact, 18+ only*

description! The pacific boys (listed below) having sex with you for the first time.

read my disclaimer in my pacific masterlist! Also note that reader is gender neutral.

Eugene Sledge: He would be very soft and gentle with you the whole time. He cares for you so much and handles you as though you could break at any moment. He would lay you down and plant a millions of small, but passionate kisses all over your body softly, taking off your clothing one by one. It would leave you breathless, frozen and barely able to breathe. Singing little words of praise to you over and over until you’re practically begging for him. He would trace every part of your body with his hands, followed along by his lips. When he has made his way inside of you it’s like a fire is lit between you two. The passion that comes from him is amazing. “I love you so much, y/n. Let me show you how much I do”

Sidney Phillips: He’s fun but very sweet with you. Giving you such a sweet and loving smile while he’s practically torturing you with his fingers, tracing his fingers so closely to that sensitive part of you, but not close enough, while also kissing on every inch of your body that he can get his sweet mouth on. He’s so desperate for your touch also, he can’t help the almost pathetic whimpers he makes when you hold his cock in your hands for the first time. And when he finally feels the inside of you it’s almost too much to bear. He’s become pussy-drunk off of you almost instantly. The only instinct being to rut into as good as he can, trying to make you feel amazing. “How much do you want it, my doll. Say you want it as much as I do, please”

Robert Leckie: He really can’t hold himself back from you, even if he wanted to. When he sees you naked on display for him he becomes different (in a good way) almost animalistic when it comes to you. Hunting you down onto the bed and attacking you with his fierce kisses and friendly hands. He intends to leave hickeys all over your precious body. To show everyone who you belong to and love so much. He’s so charming in bed with you. He knows all of the right things to say and to do. When he feels your warmth for the first time he’s at a loss of words, all he can do is moan out sweet nothings to you as he feels you up with his length. Wrecking you with his cock only. “You are amazing sweetheart, just for me, right?”

Lew ‘Chuckler’ Juergens: He’s practically putty in your hands when you tell him that you’d like for him to make love to you. He can’t even began to tell you how many times he’s dreamed of this moment, it’s almost unreal. He’s in shock, amazed and both overwhelmed by your natural beauty. As you take your clothes off for him he can only start to jump to the future, imagining a whole life with you, forever and ever. When you feel his length for the first time his expressions are award-worthy. His moans almost pornagraphic. He finds his way inside of you sooner or later, he finds it hard to hold himself back from fucking your hole sore, and pistoning in and out of you as hard as he can. He starts slow and picks his speed up more and more every minute. “You’re amazing, doll. Just perfect, all for me”

Merriell ‘Snafu’ Shelton: How do I even began to explain the way he would fuck you. He would spend hours rubbing, sucking, licking, and pinching that sensitive spot of yours, over and over again til’ you were a moaning mess. Squeezing and hugging on every part of your body while he begs for you to just cum on his hands, just one more time, then he will make love to you. When he finally does fill you up with his cock, he doesn’t waste time, he’s going at an insane pace, not stopping for nothing in the world and the only thing encouraging him is your loud screams of pleasure. He’s a filthy talker too, saying all sorts of dirty nonsense into your ears while he makes you a mess. “You love it when I fuck you, huh? Such a pretty thing, even prettier on my cock”

John Basilone: He’s quick to undress you from your clothes, and press his face in between the place you need him the most. He will use all of his body to make you feel good. His hands working magic of their own upon your top half, and his mouth on your bottom half, working wonders within you. He doesn’t feel the need to stop until you’re pleading for his cock. And when he finally does decide to show you mercy, he wants to hear you beg for it himself. “c’mon, honey, tell me how bad you need it” when you beg enough to his liking he finds it well enough to shove his cock inside of you, getting a noisy reaction from you in return. He looks amazing while making love to you. The way his biceps look as he’s pinning you down, the small sweat beads falling off of his forehead as he gives you his all. “Let me cum into you, darling. Have all of me please.”

R.V Burgin: He’s a gentleman like he always is. Sweet to you as ever as he finds his way around your body with his hands. He’s kissing you the whole time, never leaving your lips barely once. He enjoys soaking into your love almost too much. He can’t help it, he’s obsessed with your body, and the way you look under him. Yearning for his touch. “Is it alright if I put it in, I promise it won’t hurt” He’s very careful with your body. Holding you as if you were a precious jewel. When he finally starts making love to you it’s unreal, he’s amazing. Just getting to feel your warmth and embrace all of you, is the best thing he could ask for.He’s breathless the whole time, still feeling magical the way you tighten around his cock. “I love you so much, baby. You feel so good around me. Just like that, don’t stop sweetie.”

Wilbur ‘Runner’ Conley: He’s got a sweet smile on his face the whole time you guys are together. How could he not show his excitement for you? He loves you so much and had been waiting for the day to make you his, to fill you with his load, so that only you could be his forever. He makes sure to undress you softly, kissing and holding you like a sweet puppy. “You are an angel, you know that, right?” He’s in awe when he sees you naked. You are absolutely breathtaking. He doesn’t know where to put his eyes, or what he should say other then tell you that you are beautiful over and over again. When he’s inside of you, he’s so passionate and patient for your pleasure first. In his mind, his life’s purpose is to make you completely happy no matter what. It’s his mission to make you finish multiple times.

Bill ‘Hoosier’ Smith: He’s fast with his hands, not restraining himself one bit. He’s tearing off your clothes in an instant. He’s waiting so long for you and he can’t waste any longer for you. His lips are on your chest immediately once your clothes have been stripped from you. Finding his way to your hard nipples and biting them gently. He’s amazing at foreplay, he finds no intent on stopping whatsoever and not even superman could tear him off of you in this moment. When he’s inside of you he turns completely different, primal like, only being able to thrust into you sharply. Holding you up against him as he pushes and pulls himself in and out of you until you’re practically in tears. “I can’t get enough of you, you sweet thing. You feel like heaven”

Again thank you for your request! Sorry for such a delay, i’ve had a hard time writing here recently. If you enjoyed, please like or reblog. Any feedback is appreciated! 🩷

#ithinkabouttzu #the pacific #the pacific reacts #hbo war #the pacific headcannons #the pacific smut #eugene sledge #sidney phillips #chuckler juergens #runner conley #rv burgin #bill hoosier smith #john basilone #snafu shelton #bob leckie

[kafka-ohdear]

sometimes i wonder what was on people's minds when they casted doug allen and philip barantini as alton more and skinny sisk, who were only two years apart from each other, because in the show they looked like a single dad and his annoyed child. not that i'm complaining though (i was going feral about their height difference, how mature alton looked next to skinny, and how baby-like skinny's face was comparing to alton's).

#band of brothers #hbo war #help #im going insane #but its worth it #hehe #skinny sisk #alton more #headcannon: alton babysits skinny because webgott was busy flipping each other off #they would make a great pair tbh #whats the ship name tho #queued because damn sure i'll be drowned in deadlines

[auroralightsthesky]

Can I get a Doc Bryan? The reader's humvee drove over a land mine. She survives, but gets severely injured. When Doc Bryan comes over, she asks about the others that was with her in the humvee, but he doesn't answer. She starts to feel weak and start to panic silently.

-（。＾▽＾）anon from your secondary blog

OOooh man, haven't done alot of angst but here goes anyways (lol)

Doc was terrified when he saw the humvee get hit and knowing you were in it too? Oof

Rudy and Sgt. Major had to improvise a pair of seatbelt cutters just to get you out

And when Sgt. Major pulled you out, you were a shaking mess and covered in your own and someone else's blood

You could hardly understand that thick southern drawl of his, but he kept telling you that you were gonna be ok

He handed you off to your husband

You were asking about where the others were, but Doc wouldn't answer

And that's when he saw you starting to go into a full fledged panic attack which was making your injuries worse

Doc brought you back to the tent and made damn sure that you didn't try and leave

And he ordered Brad and Eden (female Marine on the truck) to stay with you no matter what if he had to leave for a minute

Doc took care of you as best he could

The worst part was pulling the shrapnel out and administering the stitches

Neither of you really talked about the others

But you felt somehow that wherever they were, they'd be ok

Doc didn't leave your side for the whole tour

Nor did the guys that pulled you out of the humvee

Because all of them had sworn to protect family at all costs

And that's what you were to them

#generation kill #hbo war #rudy reyes #timothy doc bryan #hbo war headcannons

[coraxaviary]

I'm fairly sure this link has been posted before but I feel like shouting it out --

This site has a '40s radio channel (as well as channels for each era going to the 1900s) that I've really been enjoying when I get tired of my typical music rotation.

I didn't know where to start when trying to understand what the WWII GIs would have been playing in their clubs or on the Jukebox, but the station just gives you a randomized sampling that is super fun to listen to.

#hbo war #band of brothers #the pacific #when I hear certain '40s tracks I am very sad the singing clips were cut out of Band of Brothers #you've probably seen the photo... if i find it I'll reblog it or post it right after this post #Liebgott was definitely there... Toye (I hope?) since he was known to be a fun singer among the men #btw this isn't headcannon. it's real fax #not writing #currently listening to Let's Get Away from it All by Sinatra and a couple others

[infinitememory12345]

To Meet You Halfway with Love

Ch. 1

Synopsis: I just watched the magnificent Dune 2 on HBO Max and was inspired to write! This fic is only based on Denis Villeneuve Dune movies.

During their epic duel for power over the throne, Paul wounds Feyd-Rautha, intending to kill him. but suddenly sees a glimpse of a narrow way through his poweful visions. to spare his rival and enemy. Paul realizes that he needs Feyd's fearlessness and military prowness to lead his remaining Harkonnen troops with the Fremen to victory in the bloodiest battles to come. He offers Feyd as he is healing fom the almost fatal wound to be instated as Baron of Geidi Prime, and to accept Paul as his Emperor. Feyd begrudgingly accepts, not knowing that he will unexpectedly run into a mysterious and powerful woman he meet from a one night tryst. 😉 Lady Margot Fenring.

Warnings for this chapter: childbirth, threat of violence, with a sprinkle of Feyd's misogynistic antics!! And a little bit of enemies to lovers, if you squint.

Also, Gurney and Feyd have hated each other at the beginning of the holy war, but my headcannon in this fic is that Feyd risked his life in a battle to save Gurney, and from then on, they greatly respect each other and grown close as friends since Paul puts them togther to lead missions! Cause I love Gurney as a side character! Enjoy!!

"I want you to find Lord Fenring and bring him to me as a prisoner," the young Emperor told Feyd. "Gurney with go with you, as you lead your Harkonnen troops into Fenring's fortress, ".

The two of them were alone in the war room of Arrakeen, as desert storms were kicking up outside the large fortress that was once home to Paul when his family moved to Arrakis so many years ago.

"Why me, cousin, Gurney could handle it with the Fremen," the young Harkonnen warrior asked his new Emperor, with a questioning look. "I'm in the middle of a battle campaign on another planet, and we're close to subduing another house,".

"Fenring is a thorn in my side and he is the old Emperor's friend and confidant. He is the hardest to subdue out of all the great houses, his loyalties are closest to Shaddam IV.,".

Feyd suddenly realized that that name had a familiar ring to it. Paul saw his brow furrow, desperately trying to find the answer for the familiarity to the Fenring name. "It's the name of the woman you met, when you were still Na Baron, on your birthday," Paul told him with a sly smile on his lips. "Remember Feyd, since I drank the Water of Life, I have all the past Reverend Mothers' memories, as well as seeing the past and future,".

"Lady Margot, yes she is a beautiful woman, but she's a witch," Feyd stated with a mixture of longing and contempt. He had forgotten her, or rather she probably made him forget her after her night with him. He felt taken advantage of that night, the beautiful woman using her charms and the Voice on him. "She told me that she was on Geidi Prime to celebrate my coming of age," the pale Harkonnen stated with a viper like stare, clenching his jaw in disbelief and anger.

Paul decided not to tell the young baron that Lady Margot was soon due to give birth to his child, wanting to keep it a secret from Feyd that she was pregnant from the Harkonnen's fateful night with her. He would soon realize that for himself. Only Paul and his mother, the Reverend Mother Jessica, knew of this, besides the Fenrings and the now deposed former Reverend Mother Gauis Moheim,who was currently imprisoned for questioning.

The next day, Feyd and Gurney, leading a large group of Fremen with a small number of Harkonnen warriors, set out to Kaitain. While on board the ship, the two commanders set out on plans to enter the expansive Fenring castle.

When they landed, Gurney and Feyd fought through the Fenring guards, only losing a handful of Femen and Harkonnen warriors to the small army that opposed the Maui dib's ascension to the throne. Later, they found out that Count Fenring fled his estate, escaping them. They both decided to find Lady Margot Fenring who was abandoned by her husband.

Feyd offered to go find her himself, as Gurney agreed to handle any of the remaining soldiers in service to the Count. Feyd went into the castle, as he heard faint wails and hushed voices down a long hallway, which led to a room closed off with heavy ornate doors and ten guards blocking the entrance. Feyd knew they were hiding someone of great importance within that room. And he had a guess who it would be, before even walking in.

As Feyd slew through the handful of guards surrounding the large room where the wails of a woman crying out in pain, the sounds seemed to reverberate even outside the heavy doors of the room. Once the guards were dead by his knives, Feyd pushed open the heavy ornate doors. Once they opened, his chest heaved with the deep breaths he inhaled.

A master bed was surrounded by midwives, whi were visibly startled. Feyd's unblinking stare focused on the heavy panting of a lone woman under a bloodied sheet, in a sitting position, with her long legs spread in a birthing position. The face that looked up in disbelief and horror was the same beautiful angelic face of the woman he wanted for his own that night nine months ago. She was still beautiful to Feyd, even with the small bags under her tired eyes, and the visible perspiration on her brow. They looked upon each other for seemed as though time standing still, assessing one another. She's pregnant? When? How? Ohhhh..., Feyd's thoughts rushed through his mind, finally understanding the purpose of her visit to Geidi Prime on his holy birthday. Why didn't Paul inform him about her condition before he left for Kaitain? Wasn't he the prescient Muad'Dib?

"Please, you cannot be in here," one of the midwives cried out. "Our Lady is giving birth! Do not threaten her at this delicate time!"

Feyd only smirked at the woman, moving closer in a purposeful gait, towards the bed, blood dripping off the tip of his knives, leaving a trail where he walked. "Yes. I can see that," his low deep gravely voice echoed through the room. Lady Margot was about to speak but Feyd was right at her bedside, swiftly covering her mouth with a pale strong hand, silencing her from using the voice.

His demeanor changed, as a lone tear fell upon his hand, seeing her chest heave gasping for air in her nose. She was in pain and the look upon her face was one of fright, the same look Feyd remembered when he snuck behind her that night with his knife to her neck in the hallway. All the familiar feelings he had buried in the back of his mind; wanting her, needing her touch and kisses, hearing the sweet melodious tone of her voice from that night. "I may have gotten lost...will you show me the way, my Na-baron," the words, forming in his mind that he once forgotten. He finally remembered. Her first words to him, playing as though she was a damsel in distress.

Those words from his memory, had Feyd shake his head. needing to remind himself the present situation at hand. His pale face went close to her ear. "If you try to use the Voice on me, or any of your Bene Geseritt tricks, I'll end you," he stated in that familiar gravelly and venomous tone. Margot nodded in a quick response, agreeing to his terms, feeling a bloodied knife at her neck.

Satisfied with her answer, he took his hand away from her mouth, as Margot heaved in gulps of much needed air. She didn't say anything, her gaze looking up at him in a despised look. She felt another contraction, crying out in pain as she gripped the sheets in fistfuls of pain. Feyd watched her, as she gritted her teeth, as the elder midwife, standing at the foot of the bed, holding her hands between Margot's legs, urging her to push. Margot threw her head back against the plush pillows, pushing with all her might. Feyd moved the knife away from her neck, deciding she was in enough pain at the moment. S The poor Lady of the house was under enough stress, without him being a threat to her.

Feyd watched, with an entranced look upon his face, watching the woman he both lusted for and despised, using all her will and strength to bring life into the world. "Somethings wrong, I don't feel her coming out or moving", Margot cried out with gritted teeth. The elder midwife glanced under the bloodied sheet that was covering Margot's raised knees. "She's right, the baby's not crowning, yet. It should be happening now,". Seeing the murderous look on the unwelcomed intruder's face, the midwife looked again. "I think the baby's breeched!", she stated in quiet fear.

"What does that mean?," Feyd stated, staring the old woman down in a threatening manner. "She will lose more blood, if the child isn't turned," she answered. Feeling a sudden fear of losing Margot, Feyd swiftly moved behind her back, laying the exhausted Margot's back onto his armored chest. "Well do something, she's getting exhausted, " he yelled, unconsciously wiping the wet tendrils of her golden hair away from her brow. He grabbed her hand that still held the sheet and placed it in his own, as she immediately let go of the sheet and took his hand in desperation. He laid a soothing, unexpected kiss to her perspiring forehead.

Suddenly, Feyd and the others heard Gurney's voice, calling for him.

Feyd suddenly called back to Gurney, who must have been down the hall with the troops, while giving the elder midwife a questioning look. "How long has she been in labor, old woman," he questioned sharply. "Since last night. Usually a Bene Geserit of her experience shouldn't has this much pain and issues with birth. It usually happens quickly for them," she stated with concern in her widened eyes.

Just as Feyd had a notion of slicing the old woman's neck for the unfortunate news, Gurney with three other Fremen rushed into the large bedroom. "Feyd, what the fuck is going on?!," Gurney yelled, as his eyes took in the scene.

" Lady Margot's in labor, the baby's breeched, and this old excuse of a midwife isn't doing anything about it" he seethed. "Fucking get someone in here to help her!".

Gurney looked around once again, slowly waking up from shock and ran out of the room, where a large group of Fremen stood. whispering to each other in hushed tones at bewilderment of the situation. "OK, does anyone know how to safely deliver a breeched baby?", Gurney stated to the confused group. "I know, its an insane question to ask at the moment, but right now I need to know."

Just then, a loud cry came out from the bedroom, with Feyd yelling. "Gurney, hurry the fuck up, she's in pain, now!!" Two Fremen females immediately ran in at the noise. One of the ladies Feyd recognized; Macea, she often helped with the injured, including helping Feyd and Gurney with life-threatening battle wounds. The two women abruptly pushed the midwife away, moving to assess the issue. "Baron, I delivered plenty of breeched babies safely," she stated looking into his worried eyes.

"What about the mothers...did...they make it through as well?", he stated in an unusual worried tone. "Only one didn't, but the many others did, " she worded almost silently, hoping that Margot didn't hear her. The two Fremen warriors washed their bloodied hands thoroughly with clean water, before touching Margot.

" Mika, I need you to help assist me," Macea stated to her friend. As the two prepared for Margot to sit in a supine position, with Feyd adjusting behind her as well, Margot looked up into his face with tears in her eyes from the immense hours of labor. "My, lord Baron, please forgive me, for what I've done to you that night," she stated weakly looking up into his eyes. Feyd looked down at her with utter bewilderment and concern. "I shouldn't have manipulated you...but the Reverend Mother...,"

"Hush, woman, you need to focus on delivering this child...our child," he stated with a determined look, his eyes focusing on her lips. "We'll discuss this matter later ".

Gurney heard their quiet and brief discussion, only standing in the corner of the bedroom. Feyd noticed him, nodding his head no, letting the older grizzled man not to question what was said at the moment.

Macea informed Feyd and Margot that she had to use her hands to turn the child in the right position for the birth. "Its going to hurt, but I need you to be resilient, you'll get through this. Feyd, hold her hands, she's going to need to vent out her pain,".

Feyd grinned, "Believe me, Im looking forward to feeling her hurt me, I relish in pain,". He gave Margot a wink as she looked up at him.

As Macea took a long breath, she prepared Margot for the incoming pain of moving the baby. Once Macea prompted her. Margot screamed out loudly, as Macea felt for the baby in her uterus, and delicately positioning it headfirst towards the birth canal. Feyd was closing his eyes , being in a euphoric state, as he felt Margot crshing both his hands in her own. He relished the pain she was inflicting on his hands. The pain of her iron grip on his hands released much of his tension. He opened his eyes whispering soft words of encouragement, kissing her flushed cheek closest to his lips. Gurney's face was sheet white, watching with wide eyes at the tense situation. Never in his life, with all the battles and blood he witnessed, had he ever felt so weidly out of place.

Once Macea, gently pulled her bloodied hands from out of the birth canal, she told Margot to start pushing. Mika, herself came to Margot's bedside, and began counting in increments of 5 to help the laboring woman to push with her contractions. The woman's thick accent was calming to Margot, as she took deep breaths and pushed.

As Margot was pushing for the sixth time, Macea looked under the half sheet that was on top of Margot's legs, and saw the baby crowning. "Its almost here...keep going, that's it," she said with words of encouragement. Just after Margot's last push, the baby' shoulders were visible, as Macea eased the child out smoothly with the guidance of her hands.

A harsh, loud cry erupted inthe room. as Macea held the child safely, nodding to Mika to help clean its face from the birth, so it could breathe easier.

Feyd looked down at Margot, as he was stunned with what he witnessed. Margot let go of his hands, as she took quick breaths, her eyes half lidded from exhaustion. "A healthy girl," Macea stated, smiling down at the wailing child.

Macea looked to Feyd, as she gestued for him to cut the cord. He slowly moved from behind Margot's back, as he laid her back against plush pillows adusting her upper body for comfort. He took the knife from Macea's hand and swiftly cut the cord.

Meanwhile, Gurney was informed by a fellow Freman warrior that a message came in from Paul, wanting the older soldier to inform him about the current status of House Fenring. As he was quietly stepping out to send a response, Feyd gave him a warning look, wondering if Lady Margot was to be questioned by Paul, and be considered an enemy of the Imporeum. Gurney nodded to Feyd, trying to reassure him that things will work out. Feyd doubted it.

But as Macea handed the babe to Feyd, already cleaned and swathed in a small warm blanket, his thoughts went to the new life in his arms. He looked upon the newborn's face, noticing the same striking eyes and pale skin of his own, but with a light tuft of Margot's blonde hair and her cute nose. He turned towards Margot, watching her sleep. Macea informed Feyd that she needed to be attended to, that she lost a lot of blood.

Gurney walked back into the bedroom a few minutes later as he informed Feyd that Paul understood that Count Fenring was on the run, and that Lady Margot should come to Arrakeen with Feyd when she was ready to go, to be questioned by the new Emperor.

"She's just gone through a dangerous birth", Feyd argued. "Besides, why would she be put on trial,".

"I know Feyd, but Paul wants the Bene Genserit to be dismantled, you know this, since the day you joined his cause. She won't be questioned until she's recooperated from the birth," Gurney stated, putting a comforting hand on Feyd's shoulder.

" You seem quite protective of Lady Fenring, is there a reason?"

#feyd x margot #feyd rauth harkonnen #lady margot fenring #dune part 2 #my fic

[1waveshortofashipwreck]

For the HBO War ask! 6, 20, and 27~~✨

Asdfggkskdhl thank you for the ask Vasilisa!!

(Also i'm sorry this took me forever I was putting way too much thought into my answers lmao)

6. What's a headcannon that you'll die on that hill?? so I had to think about this one for a while but earlier @dontirrigateme and I were watching the Pacific and suddenly it came to me Sledgefu/BabeRoe double date, that's it that's the post

20. Moots as Bob characters/character moments! Oh dear alright so I started this one but there are a lot of moots so I'm just gonna do five of mine 😂❤️ apologies if you're not on here I promise I love you and I'm grateful we're moots!!!!

@love--persevering ok so i think i'm gonna give you Lipton or Winters! Just very soft, gentle, happy vibes, kinda on the quiet side but open up with the ones you love/trust! also just super kind and caring vibes 💖 @panzershrike-pretz I might be skewed by when your blog title was "Webster is my Chew Toy" but you give me a bit of Liebgott vibes 🤣 like kinda chaotic but also super passionate about the things and people you love like i get the vibes if someone hurts someone you love it's over for them 😂 @ithinkabouttzu ok so you give me lots of Roe vibes, just very hard working but also expressive and creative and really loyal/supportive of your loved ones 💕 @executethyself35 I honestly associate you a lot with Luz 🤣 Like you have very wholesome chaotic/unhinged energy and I'm honestly here for it ❤️ @dontirrigateme what can I say about the one who opened up my world to Band of Brothers except for

27. Favorite moment during your time in the fandom?

Oml I have so many!! The first one that came to mind for me was when I was scrolling Tumblr on Christmas and everyone was posting their Secret Santa gifts for @hbowardaily 's Secret Santa, just the amount of love everyone expressed for each other that day is something I've never seen in any other fandom ❤️

Thank you again for the ask love!!! I appreciate you 💕💖❤️✨

#ask #ask game #love--persevering #i love my moots

[bohemian-nights]

Ryan Condal talked about a deleted scene between Rhaena’s and Baela at the GOT con and they actually showed it !Here's the actual scene!: https://mobile.twitter.com/thinktheblacks/status/1601700057996496897

The foreshadowing here😬 I think there’s actually a really nice circle to end the war with all the Targs loosing their dragons and/or dying except Nettles and Rhaena who’re peaceful and/or don’t use their dragons for mass destruction. And it could have been a nice development for Baela too because if I remember correctly during the regency when R’s first husband is killed she goes to comfort her sister and prevent her from taking revenge on the Vale. But yeah screw HBO for deleting this! IDK what their problem with house Velaryon is they deleted the scene between Baela and Rhaenys as well as one with Rhaenys and Laena at the end of ep.2 where they hear Vhagar roaring and half of the conversation between Rhaenyra and Laena in ep.5 where it’s apparently mentioned L claimed Vhagar while they talk about their childhood friendship. Also how hilariously bad is it that Baela has more agency and wants to fight than R who’s been passive and waiting for men to save her.

Okay so I just now watched the scene. Ugh yeah why did they cut this? Baela is going to play a major role in the dance so cutting her scenes make no sense. Like stop cutting out house Velaryon/Targ twins scenes. If it was a matter of run time, the first scene on the chopping block should have been that foot scene🤢

Girls who use their dragons for good🤝🏽= Rhaena and Nettles. These two getting to keep their dragons in the end is honestly a good message to send. Destruction and unnecessary violence (which is what the dance was) for the sake of being on top does not accomplish anything in the end.

Rhaena and Nettles both have some of the better endings in the book. Nettles lives her best undisturbed life in the Vale(maybe with Daemon I know it’s highly unlikely, but a girl can dream) and Rhaena in Oldtown creating her own little happy family with Garmund Hightower

I personally headcannon that the current main branch of house Hightower in GOT are decended from these Rhaena and her husband, but that’s a whole other story.

Rhaenyra never actually fights or barely fights in the book(from what I can recall) so making Baela have spunk/a willingness to join the fray(which is book canon) makes sense.

This is yet another reason why they should have kept the scene. I wouldn’t say Rhaenyra waits for men to do her dirty work, but I would say that in general she seems content with having others carry out her orders for her.

I hope they don’t try to turn her into some warrior queen feminist champion in season 2 cause that is not who Rhaenyra is.

#hotd ask #hotd commentary #baela targaryen #rhaena targaryen #nettles asoif #nettles #hotd spoilers #ask #answered #bnhotdask #bnhotdasks #bnasks #bnask

[rensraptor]

the ask box is open,, taking requests :)

i’ll write for,,

joel miller, tommy miller, tess servopoulos, (the last of us) will only write for the game version of joel, will write all of the according to HBO’s portrayal otherwise;

loki, brunnhilde (valkyrie), bucky barnes, wanda maximoff, pietro maximoff, stephen strange, shang-chi,  (preferably andrew garfield’s) peter parker, clint barton, scott lang, eddie brock/venom, thena, druig, etc, (marvel) there’s too many others to list, dont be afraid to ask!;

kylo ren/ben solo, rey, poe dameron, din djarin (the mandalorian), fennec shand (the mandalorian/tbobf), boba fett, obi wan kenobi, darth vader/anakin skywalker, (star wars);

remus lupin, severus snape, sirius black, bill weasley, fred and george weasley, xenophilius lovegood, lucius malfoy, narcissa malfoy, james potter, (harry potter) marauder’s era too; 

steve harrington, robin buckley, jim hopper, dimitri antonov (enzo), billy hargrove, henry creel, (stranger things);

william afton, michael afton, (five nights at freddy’s);

tauriel, legolas, thranduil, kili, thorin, bard, aragorn, (lotr & the hobbit);

(and some other miscellaneous characters…)

javier peña narcos, 

javi gutierrez the unbearable weight of massive talent, 

sheriff hassan, father paul midnight mass, 

adam only lovers left alive,

10, 11 doctor who,

possibly some others within the same franchise...

i will write,,

smut!!!1!11!!!;

fluff;

angst? i don’t like it that much but we’ll see :)

yandere! & stalker! au’s that don’t violate the criteria below…

in headcannons, blurbs, full fics, preferences, etc etc

generally only ‘x reader’ fics but i could try some ships??

i will not write,,

smut involving minors;

anything for actual celebs atm,, sorta depends who;

r*pe or SA scenarios;

hate of any kind will not be tolerated, you will just be blocked <3

thanks y’all,,

#so down bad #smut #fluff #angst #x reader #marvel #marvel smut #loki laufeyson #star wars #request #ask box #anon ask #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #kylo fanfic #kylo trash #kylo ren #knights of ren #lotr #lord of the rings #the hobbit #doctor who #jotun loki #x y/n #harry potter #marauders #five nights at freddy's #glamrock roxanne

[popthebop]

What about the character description implying that the HBO Daphne will be secretly in love with Velma?

Oh, I didn't see that.

though I think other people referenced it, I didn't think it was real. you know I thought they were headcannoning that, honest mistake.

So what it sounds like is a love triangle a little bit, though Fred could just be annexed from dating. it is also implied in the character profiles that Daphne and Fred are doing sexual shit, and I quote "is tired of over the clothes stuff" end quote.

so I don't know, what on earth they are doing. Cuz I'm pretty sure Daphne says that, so I'm kinda just like "um so teens pressuring each other to do sex, Huh okayyy. I'm really uncomfortable but okayyy."

if Velma is bi, or Daphne is bi or both. whatever don't care, I'm more worried about the sexualisation of Teen characters. including Daphne, because it looks like she and Fred are being sexualised to hell and back from what everything is saying. and like that's not Great, I've watched alot of adult shows and they at least make the teen characters they sexualise 18-19 years old. but it seems that the characters are 16-17 in the show which REALLY rubs me the wrong way, though morty from rick and morty is like 15-16 he just jacks off and makes out such. though I would argue that that is also NOT Great, but it's done differently like he keeps getting his age reversed, and doesn't really do sex and such. but still!

(HBO's) Velma just rubs me the Wrong way though, I'm still going to watch the show I'm not one of those people who bash shows and then don't watch them. I might be SO WRONG, well I hope. but it really is looking like an awful (so called) reboot adult show that get's rid of all the bits that everyone loves, I like (so called reboot) shows to a degree... but they are usually horribly written and have no rewatch value, and I kinda hate them.

You want to have gay characters! GO HAM! I don't care. Wanna have Trans Characters? GO HAM! I REALLY DON'T CARE! I care about pandering because it's SO FUCKING CHEAP and I really hate it, just make stories. and if your character so happens to be LGBTQIA+ or POC or disabled THATS THE RIGHT WAY! it's not supposed to their entire personalty! It's something that makes the characters interests or motives stronger, (or maybe they just look cool idk) Or they just are disabled like Hiccup from How to train your dragon, or Luke Skywalker from Star Wars. Or LGBTQIA+ Like Luz from Owl house, and Yuri from Yuri on Ice. like it's important to their characters! And not haphazardly thrown onto their character, it's part of it and if you take away Luke losing is hand/forearm you lose a good part of his character. or if you take away the gay from Yuri from Yuri on ice, the show doesn't exist!

Idk, I feel like Velma is going to fail on the whole Character first then everything else. like if you don't have a good Character then anything you add is just not going to make it better, it might just make it worse. idk these are just my thoughts as an amateur Film maker/Web-series maker, and I'm trying to flesh out and differentiate my Characters as much as possible since I'm voicing them all. and I don't know, I feel like they didn't do much fleshing out of characters.

Anywho! Hope you have a wonderful day Anon! :)

thanks for the ask! come again soon! I like answering questions!

Bye bye!

#HBO's Velma #hbo max #velma hbo max #hbo velma #velma dinkley #Velma #Daphne Hbo Velma

[holdingforgeneralhugs]

Hi :) I’ve been wondering, since HBO War blogs are relatively rare and Generation Kill has an especially small fandom, would you consider writing fics/headcannons/etc for it? No worries if not!

Hello dear anon, thanks for the ask 💖

Sadly, I've never seen Generation Kill. I've been meaning to for aaaaagesss cause I've seen gifsets etc on here and it looks like a show I'd enjoy but...just haven't gotten to it yet🙈

So I'm really really sorry to let you down, but right now it's not a fandom I'll be writing for because I know I wouldn't do it justice. But if anyone knows other pages that do write for GK then reblog or comment!!

#generation kill #hbo war #band of brothers fandom

[mads-nixon]

Nix When He's Sick Headcannons

Lewis Nixon x Wife!Reader

Masterlist

A/N: I'm really getting into headcannons now lol! this is about the fictional portrayal of easy company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!

When you're sick:

In mid-September when the weather in New Jersey does it's cold one day and then warm the next. Needless to say, you get sick pretty easily.

When you can't get out of bed because your head is killing you, he'd close the curtains, go get you your favorite tea, and bring some painkillers for you.

He'd call out of work with no hesitation (perks of being the owner's son) and spend the day taking care of you.

You ask for a cold compress? You got it.

When your fever and congestion start, he'll gently place a hand on your forehead to check your temperature before covering you blanket after blanket until you're warm.

Literally becomes a mother hen: "Are you warm enough?" "Need anything?" "Do you want me to..."

He makes sure you're drinking fluids... "Here, drink this," he mutters after helping you sit upright and holding a bottle of water to your lips. (could you do it yourself? of course, but you knew he wanted to take care of you, so you let him.)

Dotes on you for everything. (he couldn't care less about himself, but when you're sick, he goes into a caretaker mode that always warms your heart, no matter how bad you're feeling.)

When you're struggling to fall asleep because you feel like death, he'll whisper sweet nothings into your ear as you try to sleep. (he also runs his fingers through your hair like the angel he is)

He stays out of work for however long it takes for you to feel better again.

It's all he can do not to kiss you when you're sick:

"Can I have a kiss?" he asks.

"You'll get sick if you kiss me."

"That's okay," Lew shrugs. "I'll survive."

Then two days later...the sniffles start.

When he's sick:

I feel like Nix would act one of two ways: he'd either continue on like everything was fine (even if he's dying, leading you to drag him back to bed) or completely stay in bed wanting to be taken care of...there is no in-between.

Let's say he chose the first option:

The first thing you notice is his snores...Lew doesn't snore, so you know something's up right there. Then the next morning, when he gets up for work, you see his eyes have a sort of gloss over them (not from sleep either. even though he's a freaking deeeeeep sleeper)

You immediately ask him what's wrong, and he just brushes it off (cause he's a tough man, ya know? (affectionate eye roll)) He goes to work that day, and when he comes back, he's a hundred times worse.

He tries to go into his home office and work on some reports for the Nitration Works, but you don't hear the typewriter much over the sound of his coughs, sniffles, and sneezes.

You can't take it anymore and walk into his office to tell him to go to bed, but he's got his head in his hands, leaning on the tissue-covered desk with his elbows. You can see his red nose poking out and it tugs at your heart.

"Sweetheart, I know you're sick. Please come rest."

He sits up and you can see the exhaustion on his face. Going to say something, you cut him off...

"If I have to haul your sorry tail to bed just so you can get some rest, I will." (you knew he was going to come up with some excuse to keep working, so you shut it down before it could even start)

He's reluctant to stop working, but the second he gets comfortable and you've covered him with blankets, he falls straight asleep.

He doesn't wake up until much later, and you've already prepared his favorite soup and everything.

Seeing Lew so low breaks your heart, so you do everything in your power to help him feel better. You do, however, tease him about his bright red nose and kiss it when he starts to childishly pout (it's the cutest thing ever).

You don't want to leave him alone (because there's no telling what he'd do without you watching him), so you call Dick and ask if he can bring you some cough syrup for Lew.

He does, and the second you hold the spoon up to Nix's lips, he groans, his face grimacing.

"Stop whining and take the medicine, Lew." you laugh, helping him sit up.

"It's disgusting."

"I know, hon, but it'll make you feel better."

Loves being doted on, but will NEVER ADMIT IT.

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[ithinkabouttzu]

Hey! I really enjoy your Band of Brothers and The Pacific writings so much! I wanted to ask if you could write something on Burgin (he’s my absolute fav and I feel he is greatly underrated)!!! I wanted to request something as well about him returning back home to Texas after the war and trying to impress a girl from his hometown that he comes across someday (whom he knew of before he left to go to the war but never really spoke to he before). She’s a bit hard to impress and is rather introverted but nothing I don’t think Burgin can’t handle haha. Thanks so much 💖

Cinnamon and Chocolate

Word count: 6.2k

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, mentions of war, mentions of burn injuries, jealousy, and drinking.

a/n: Hey friend, I hope you enjoy!! This is probably the longest thing i’ve wrote in a while, so please excuse any mistakes!! I honestly got so carried up with this oneshot lol but I love it so much! Hope you all enjoy!! (Also, please note that there are a lot of historical inaccuracies and this story is in no way disrespect to any real life veterans, this one-shot is solely based off the character in the show! Everything else is fictional! :))

(R.v. Burgin x fem reader)

Today was arguably the calmest day he’s had in years. Just him, and his best friend from back home, Chris, on the back of his pickup truck drinking two cold Coca-Colas. (which he had dearly missed the taste of.) They were downtown on a nice Saturday afternoon enjoying the nice weather. It was the most relaxed he’s felt in a while, the nice breeze patting his back made him feel at peace. A feeling he deserved after a long time from home, there weren’t any bombs blasting behind him, or heavy gunfire going off right beside his ear, instead it was quiet. He was glad to be back home.

It was only his second day back in Texas and there she was. She and a couple of her friends were walking out of a clothing store when his eyes caught a glimpse of hers. She was laughing and giggling about something that R.V. couldn’t quite catch, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of her even if he wanted to. He could have sworn she was an angel.

The sunlight was bouncing off of her skin during midday, making her bright and bubbly laughter feel radiant. It’s like he could see no one else but her, or at least until he felt his friend, Chris elbow his side hard, it was the kind of force only a friend of many years could give him.

“Like whatcha’ see, pal?” Chris said with a slight smirk that R.V. could hear in his voice. “Oh shut up. I’ve just never seen her around before.” R.V. remarked looking back at Chris. He had to know more about this girl. “Oh R.V., you’ve missed a lot while you’ve been gone”, Christopher laughed, his voice honing in on R.V. as if he told an inside joke that Burgin had no clue of. “What’s that supposed to mean?” R.V. turned back to his friend to give him a questioning glance before taking a big sip of his Coca-Cola. “Man, that’s y/n, we all went to school together?” Chris chirped enthusiastically as if he’d been waiting for Burgin to ask.

A smile now appeared on his face, one that he hadn’t shown in a while. He started to see the resemblance now, remembering your sweet smile from years ago. “She’s really grown into her looks, hasn’t she?” Chris said happily, still staring at you. R.V. rolled his eyes in response. Sure you had grown up, if that’s what Chris meant. All three of you had, but to Burgin, you hadn’t changed a bit.

He had always thought of you as beautiful, even when you yelled at him in front of the whole first grade after putting a small toad that he had found in the woods, in the classroom's dollhouse during recess. He knew how reserved and quiet you were, and to get such a heated reaction from you.. Well he was shocked, but he also felt a new feeling that he couldn’t quite grasp, one that made his heart race whenever you were near. “Do you know what she’s up to these days?” He asked Chris and quickly scolded himself for not recognizing you at first. In his defense, he had really forgotten everyone from home other than his family and Chris after a while.

Chris was an Anchor-Clanker during the war, one hell of a sailor before coming back home. It seemed like Chris had found adjusting back to civilian lifestyle very easy. It's something that R.V. couldn’t quite agree with. He knew that it would take time of course, but coming back home has been like a whole new world for him, very different from the lifestyle he’s had for these past few years.

Chris took a swig of his cola as if it were beer before replying. “I think she still lives with her ma and pa, she left to Houston to become a Gray Lady a little after you left for basic. Hell, I think she came back home only a week ago.” R.V. thought to himself after what Chris had said. Only a couple days back home, just like him.

He studied her face as she walked down the street with her friends, noticing how she used her hands exaggeratedly to explain something to the other girls with her. It was only a matter of time until she got swept up by some other soldier coming back home, or at least that’s what he thought. He didn’t realize how much he felt the void of female presence until he saw you. His heart fluttered when you glanced his way, your smile sent him butterflies all over his body. This was his chance to make a move before it was too late. He couldn’t think about anything else other than getting closer to you.

Before he could announce to Chris what he was going to do, his body was already off of the truck, setting his cola aside and walking across the street towards you and your friends, not taking the time to wait until the cars near the crosswalk were gone. It’s like his body worked faster than his mind, like he was doing only what felt right in the moment. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was going to say or do when he got to you, but he couldn’t pass up the chance to talk to you either way.

“Where are you going?!” He could hear Chris in the background, but he didn’t have time to answer. His heart was racing, and his pulse was getting quicker with each step closer towards you. A smile appeared on his face once he made it to you and your friends, and with a long breath and a questioning stare from the girls you had with you, he finally spoke up. “Can I ask you a question?” He felt nervous waiting for your response. The silence was almost deafening. All of your friends looked at you waiting for a reply. “Yes, R.V, it is, right?” You gave him a response that he was hoping for, your sweet voice filling his ears making his cheeks a small shade of red.

He felt even more nervous being this close to you, now he had gotten to see all of the little features on your face that he couldn’t while he was on the truck. He was too focused looking at you to think of anything else, a common reoccurrence. “I,-“ He paused, thinking about what he should say, before coming to a conclusion. “How are you so beautiful?” He said breathlessly. He felt embarrassment almost immediately. He put his hand over his mouth in regret and moved his hand down to his chin smoothly to make him look in shock. His inside thoughts had finally come out and spoke for themself. Before he knew it, there was an eruption of laughter between you and your friends. He took his hand and rubbed behind his neck in an attempt to cover his embarrassment. What came over him suddenly to make him say that? “That was a good one, R.V.!” You said with a giggle.

If making a fool out of himself made you smile, then he was more than happy to be foolish. He laughed along with you very awkwardly in an attempt to seem unfazed, like it was a joke in the first place. “I’ll see you around” You smiled softly before heading off with your friends, leaving him. He waved you a goodbye, one that you couldn’t see because your back facing him, before walking back to Chris. Who was now sitting at the end of the truck and dangling his feet off of the end, looking amused.

When R.V. made it to the truck, Chris started clapping. “I think you’re a real ace at talking to broads, pal!” Chris started breaking out into laughter before Burgin could admit to his defeat. “It’s okay, I’ll find a chance to talk to her again. Alone hopefully.” He said to Chris with confidence, although his inner feelings were quite different. He grabbed his cola and scooted himself back onto the truck so he was sitting next to Chris. He huffed in disappointment and slumped down slightly, drinking the last bit of his cola. “You’ll get ‘em next time” Chris replied a little more seriously after seeing a somber look take over R.V’s face. “Yeah, next time for sure.”

2 weeks later

“Are you ready, boys?!” R.V. heard his mother shout from downstairs, still waiting for R.V. and his father. The urgency in her voice was making him button up his coat even faster than his previous speed.

Of course his father’s workplace would have their huge yearly party right around the time that he came back home, and to be completely honest, he was dreading it. The empty conversations with little to no life in them, the awkward stares after being gone for so long, and it didn’t help that his parents were making him wear his dress blues, although it was a social cocktail party with high formality, he was worried he would stick out like a sore thumb.

He could already see his future. Having to answer questions upon questions from women and men, overwhelming him to find the right and appropriate answers. He let out a big sigh, calming his brain for the events ahead. The thought alone overwhelmed him. He already wanted this party to be over before it had even begun.

Just a slip on of his white gloves and he was done getting ready. He couldn’t delay going downstairs any longer. R.V’s father opened his door slowly, right on cue as if he somehow felt R.V.’s hesitance. “Are ya’ ready, son?” R.V. 's dad said as peered through the door. He was in his Sunday best, with a black suit and tie of course. “Yeah, I'm ready.” R.V. replied with a shake of his head. His father could tell his nervousness just by the expression on R.V.’s face. “You got this son, it’ll be nothing” His father replied, giving him a sweet smile and a pat on the back that gave him somewhat of a relief. They both walked out of his room and started down the steps. “Hey, you might even find someone there.” He said going down the steps quicker than R.V. did, putting him behind his father. He thought about what his dad said for a second, stopping right at the last step. What if you happened to be there by some chance?

“You look great, honey. I’m so proud.” His mother said, causing him to break out of his thoughts. Both his ma and pa were waiting for him by the door so that they could be on their way to the party. “Thanks ma, glad to be back.” He replied with a close lipped smile as he got stepped down from the last step. His mother hugged him tightly before he could say anything else. He quickly accepted the hug and hugged her back softly.

“You guys ready?” His pa said, opening the front door of their home. He unwrapped his arm from her before walking out of the door, his mother following quickly after with his father. It was going to be one interesting night for the Burgins indeed.

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When they arrived he could see the gate wide open for its guests, revealing the house to his eyes where he could finally see how big it was. He didn’t think his father had that many co-workers. It was a great large venue in the middle of nowhere. Cars were parked out front in no specific order, in the grass or what small areas of gravel they could find.

The party was hosted at the old vineyard house that everyone in town loved because of its extravagant beauty. It was now used as some sort of banquet hall for the town's use. The sun was setting making the view look picturesque. Some people were outside, with the finest dresses and long glasses of champagne in their hands. Probably some sort of small talk about the weather, or about the party, And some were inside, most likely doing the same exact thing.

Their car was finally parked as they walked closer towards the house, the closer he got to the building, he could tell how big it really was. As they had finally made it onto the porch, He heard a somewhat familiar voice call out to him, “Romus, oh how nice you look! I’m glad to see you here!” He turned his head to his left to see who the commenter was. He smiled when he saw who it was. One of his old school teachers from primary school. If he had to pick, she would have been his favorite teacher out of all the years he’d ever learned. He shook his head to himself slightly at the use of his first name, no one ever really called him that except for his mother when she was mad at him, but he didn’t pay much mind to it. It was nice to see someone familiar to him in this unknown place.

“It’s nice to see you, Miss. How have you been?” he replied softly as she came closer to him. He could tell she had aged from the last time he had seen her, but she still kept her sweet smile that he remembered from when he was a little boy. It seemed as if R.V. hadn’t changed that much to her either, “You’re still sweet as apple pie! It is surely nice to see you!” She replied in her nice southern accent. He could smell a strong scent of liquor coming from her mouth as she got closer.

“It’s nice seeing you too ma’am” He chuckled slightly to himself when he saw the small amount of drink she had left in her cocktail. It was more than obvious she had gotten a little too happy at the bar before the party barely even started. "Now you have yourself a time, alright?” She said, loudly walking back to her friends and not giving him a chance to reply.

When he looked around for his parents, he could see that they had already left him and made their way inside of the big ballroom. It looked like he would have to find his way around here tonight alone. As he walked into the venue he looked around attentively, to look for his parents, (who were most likely swept away by other coworkers and friends), but to also take in the extravagance of the building first hand.

Old floral wallpapers adorned the wall, and there were big windows all around the huge room that overlooked the vineyard. He could tell that the place had been renovated heavily, as it once was a house and now had become one big ballroom. The ceiling stood high with multiple big crystal chandeliers that lit up the space. It was open and spacious for all, with the room mainly used for dancing and talking. There were poseur tables and chairs on the sides of the floor, where people ate and drank whatever the party had to offer. The catering service had a little station in the corner of the grand room that had canapes of all sorts. And there was no way he could have missed the built-in bar with stored glassware and drinks of all kinds.

R.V. could have imagined that this same room was used for similar parties years ago under different circumstances. Maybe large debutante balls that had groups playing loud classical music instead of the sweet jazz they had tonight, or maybe even a mysterious masquerade ball that had unique masks with people that talked very differently then what they do now. As his thoughts swarmed, he wasted no time taking himself to the bar.

As the time went by, the events of the party were what R.V. expected. Overwhelming. Boring. Small talk with people he barely remembered or didn’t even know, was the norm at this event for him. He didn’t expect anything different tonight. He found himself back at the bar table over and over again, hoping that there would be a new conversation each time he wandered back over there. Yet, after an hour and a half of walking around in circles and bar visits, just a small buzz later, he figured he had met just about everyone in the whole damn building.

He found himself getting more bored by the minute. That is, until his favorite song, “Pennsylvania 6-5000” Started to erupt through the room played by the lovely band.

He got up almost immediately, as if there was some magnetic force pulling him to the dance floor. Maybe it was the same force that pulled him to you on that sunny day two weeks ago.

As R.V. descended to the dance floor, he quickly noticed a familiar figure in a striking red dress across the room. His heart started to pick up speed almost immediately and he could feel his stomach jump with excitement. All he could see in that moment was you as your gaze met him in the crowd. He didn’t expect to see you here, but it changed his night almost instantaneously. You were by yourself, watching the groups of dancers in joy and swaying your body along softly with the music. He felt such a relief knowing that you were here. This was his chance to talk to you formally one-on-one and apologize for what had happened two weeks ago.

The feeling in his chest started to quicken much more when he took in detail of your dress’s design, and he would be lying if he said that looking at you in such a magnificent dress didn’t leave him a little breathless. Like the previous encounter between you two before, he didn’t waste his time making his way towards you. That is until R.V. saw him.

Him as in the guy who brought you a glass of lemonade with your coat draped over his arm, the guy who whispered something in your ear that made you giggle. He stopped his way to you abruptly. Making him accidentally displace a young couple who was dancing with quick speed. “Watch it, pal!” He heard the guy he bumped into say sharply. R.V. had heard him, but everything had started to sound distant. He looked over at you with his jaw clenched in an attempt to hide his emotions, but his eyes told no lie.

The look he gave to you was forlorn. It all made sense to him now, when you had been short with him that day. It was all because you had someone else the entire time. That feeling in his chest turned from good to sour. He needed to get away for a second, the feeling of fresh air was now becoming a need for him.

He quickly moved his way off of the dance floor and charged toward the big entry doors. Once he felt the outside air hit his face he felt relieved. R.V. hadn’t realized how much you really meant to him until he saw you swept away by someone else. He looked around and finally settled for a seat on the outside steps.

It was now dark out, and no one was outside at this point. Just him, the parked cars, and the occasional chirp of a bird. Other than that he was completely alone with his thoughts. He had made his mind up then and there. He would excuse himself from the party with a “sick stomach” and just walk home. That seemed like the best thing to do at the moment.

He wasn’t up for dancing, getting drunk at the bar, or having to act like he cared about any of the stupid stuff this party provided. He sat up from the stairs and thought about leaving without saying a word for a second. Sure his parents would worry, but if anything he could handle himself. He walked down the stairs and planted his feet on the gravel. Other thoughts rushed through his head too. They were thoughts of you, like how he felt when he heard your sweet laugh after so long, or that one time in junior high when you gave him the last answer on a science test he hadn’t studied for, even with the chance that you would have gotten in trouble too. The sound of your voice whenever you spoke, and those gentle eyes of yours…

He was now contemplating back and forth. All of these thoughts of you suddenly came rushing through his head and swamped him with the realization that he can’t let you go. His mind had made a new decision now. Instead of going home, he was going to go back inside and just try to talk to you.

R.V. took a nice long breath, making sure to steady himself before walking back into the party. The laughter and music from inside started to get closer as he walked up the small stairs to the porch and took a couple big steps towards the door. But before he could make it inside, someone bumped into him hard, making him take a step back.

He looked up to quickly realize it was you. Time seemed to stand still at that moment. It was now silent. His eyes met yours once again. Locking and not letting go. No words were spoken, just the mutual look at one another. You stared at him for what felt like an eternity. Neither of you had begun to speak or move. It’s like everything stopped for a second. R.V. 's brain started to short circuit after staring into your eyes for so long. He didn’t want to break eye contact and waited for the right time to speak up, but before he even opened his mouth, you beat him to it.

“Hey, R.V.” You sounded almost surprised to see him, especially after the way he vanished moments ago. It was obvious, you could tell he was nervous. He didn’t reply, but was silent. Maybe it was because he was waiting for you to say something else, or he just couldn’t find the right words to say. You continued before giving him a chance to speak, just as he figured out what to say. “I saw that you were walking out and just wanted to tell you that you looked nice, I also want to apologize if I hurt your feelings the last time we spoke, I meant no harm.”

He looked at you with a deep guise on his face when you apologized. He stared at you while you said it. He found it hard to read the look on your face. He spoke up, “Please don’t apologize, I didn’t mean to trouble you and your friends, but please know that I did mean what I said.” He paused before taking a leap of faith. “You’re beautiful, y/n” He could see a dark crimson creep up on your face lightly. He didn’t feel the need to take back his words like last time. His compliment to you wasn’t forced or awkward, it was soft and warm, like a hug.

“Thank you, really” You said, breaking out into a small giggle, one that he adored most. He could feel the awkward tension ease after your laughter. He now felt the time was right to take yet another leap of faith tonight. “It’s alright if you don’t want to, knowin’ you have a date and all, but would you like to dance with me?” He felt his heart pound in his chest, almost worried it would break free out of his sweaty dress blues.

He hoped that you couldn’t hear the sound of his heart beating so quickly, he didn’t want you to feel his nervousness. “I would love to.” you looked up at him with a warm smile, one that made him feel at ease. His heart slowly pumped back to its original, calmer pace.

“Just a warning though, I'm not the best dancer.” You winced, thinking of the countless times you’ve danced before. He laughed at your expression before replying, “I'm not the best dancer either.” He could remember the first time he had ever danced with a girl. He tripped over his shoe strings and felt embarrassed the entire night.

He put his left hand out as an offering, which you gladly accepted. You and him stepped back into the big room hand-in-hand. He took the lead in front of you, making way towards the dance floor. He felt butterflies in his stomach when he realized how soft your hand was, so delicate and smooth. He felt excitement take over him when he realized that you and him were finally going to share this moment together.

You and him quickly made it onto the dance floor just in time for the band to start playing a tune that R.V. recognized almost immediately, the classic, “Undecided” by Chick Webb and Ella Fitzgerald. Now this is a song he could definitely dance to.

It seemed as if R.V. couldn’t hold back his feet any longer. He took you by the hand and spun you out, only for you to dance back to him in a twist, in tune with the lively beat of the music. Look at that! You were a natural! Your footwork mixed with his almost perfectly, like cinnamon and chocolate, while you and him danced around the room. A smile erupted from his face as he watched the nervousness melt off of your body. You moved your body around at a quick pace, looking back up at him with a smile. If he wasn’t in such a groove, he probably would have tripped over his feet and made a fool of himself. He watched you dance attentively, while also still making sure to keep up with you. If only Chris had been here to watch all of this.

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R.V. clapped with you as the music stopped. It was the third song you and him danced to of the night. With all of the excess movement you and him both felt tired. Good thing the band was taking a break right when the third song ended. “You were being humble when you commented on your dancing earlier” R.V. said with a laugh.

It was true that you could swing like no other. He was mesmerized watching you move. He felt a knot in his stomach when he realized how close he was to you the entire time that you and him danced. “I could say the same for you! You’re one good dancer” You exchanged a giggle in return.

Both of you moved off of the dance floor and found a poseur table with two barstools, a perfect seat for you two after a long time of dancing. “I’ll go get us something to drink, want anything?” He said to you as you placed a seat on one of the barstools. He felt content being the one to offer you a drink instead of someone else. “Just a Coke please!” You replied to his question softly.

He made his way to the bar, and upon his arrival asked for two Colas, which was a shock to the bartender considering that he had drank only beers up until now. “Hiya son! Having fun? I saw you dancing with a pretty gal!” R.V.’s father popped up behind him, patting his shoulder. He chuckled at what his father said. “Pretty indeed. Where’s ma?” R.V. replied back as the bartender handed him two cold sodas.

“Oh you know her, talking to some friends of hers. I just wanted to check up on you and see how you were doing. Me and your mother might leave soon, we’ve had one heck of a night” His father said with a smile. R.V. smiled too. He could already see his mom 50 feet away talking with some of the other moms there, she always enjoyed chirping to her friends, even if it was about nothing at all. “What’s her name?” His pa said, not really giving R.V. a chance to say anything else, even though he probably wouldn’t have said much at all. “Y/n”, As R.V. said that, he looked towards you. You were looking around the room and swinging your legs on the stool. He thought you looked adorable. “She looks like a nice girl. You be good to her.” “I will” R.V. replied to his father, still holding the two sodas in his hand. “See ya, pa!” R.V. got up from his seat and progressed towards you carefully. Making sure not to drop your drink or his.

Once he got to the table he handed you your drink before sitting on the other stool. You and him sipped your drinks in silence for a moment. The band had finally picked back up, and as expected, more couples piled onto the dancefloor. It was later into the night so the band had slowed to more softer, slow paced music compared to before, but it was still more than enjoyable. “Where is he? Your date?” R.V. asked you, taking his straw and swirling it around his drink.

You looked up at him before speaking. “Oh, Arthur? I wasn’t really his date” You shook your head in explanation. “We’re friends. Him and I met during the war. He had no one else to bring and he thought I could use a change of scenery.” You explained to him. It sort of made sense to R.V. now. He waited to say something until he was sure she was finished talking. “He’s already spoken for. As you can see over there” You pointed your finger to Arthur. Who was at the moment slow dancing with a pretty blonde on his chest. “He needed some extra encouragement.” You laughed, waving at Arthur, who also gave a wave back. Ohhh. R.V. finally understood now, just friends. She was here to help him talk to the girl he was dancing with now. He scolded himself for thinking otherwise earlier, even though they seemed pretty exclusive moments before.

“Oh, that’s real’ nice of you. R.V. said, taking a big sip of his drink, feeling the carbonation sizzle down his throat. “Is that why you left earlier?” You said, looking at him with an accusatory smirk. He had now been caught. R.V. felt like you could read right through him. He didn’t have to explain himself, because you already knew. “No way.” He said sarcastically, still holding a playful manner in hopes of sparking up a conversation full of banter between you two. The night had started slow, but became swift in the end. You and him, dancing, talking and laughing together, it felt perfect.

The moment felt right, so you spoke up. “R.V., do you maybe want to walk me home? It’s getting awful late and I would love to talk with you more.” You looked at him waiting for an answer. “Of course.” He replied with a toothy grin. You and him both finished your drinks and said goodbyes to the company that brought you and him here. “Pa, I’m walking my gal home. I’ll see you at the house” R.V. said to his Father who was most likely about to leave himself. “Alright, kiddo. You two be safe!”

His father smiled at you and R.V. before going back to his conversation with R.V.’s mother. He took your hand, making you feel butterflies when he did, and led you out of the big ballroom with him.

It was quiet outside other than the sound of crickets chirping and cars buzzing as they left the huge building. “My house isn’t far. I live practically next door.” You said walking down the steps with him. You and R.V. were now side by side, with your arm wrapped around his. “Really? I bet you got a pretty view from your place then.” R.V replied back with a chuckle. He could only imagine how the nice pastures out here looked from your home. “Well not really my house, it’s my parents. I used to come out here when I was a little girl, walk my way through the fields to the abandoned vineyard. I danced on the creaky wooden floors and dreamed of having a party here, in real life.” He could imagine, younger you dancing lively in the big building, behind you and him. “Well you got your dream tonight, didn’t you?” He turned his head to you to give you a big grin. You and him had now made it out of the gravel area and towards the fields, away from the old road. “I did. Thank you for having such a fun time with me.” You spoke softly. R.V. could hear the sleepiness in your voice. He would be lying if he said he didn’t feel a little tired himself. Before he knew it your head was tilted on his shoulder, taking refuge in the comforting warmth. It was quiet for a moment. Not an awkward silence, but a calm one. Neither of you felt the need to talk, just listening to the breath of one another was just as fine. “How’d you meet Arthur?” R.V. was the first one to break the silence, the random question had suddenly popped up into his head and made him wonder. “I met him at the hospital I volunteered at. He was injured badly during Pearl Harbor.” You continued, “ He was hospitalized for months and months, First at the Naval Hospital in Hawaii, and then sent to Houston. He had severe burns all over his body. When I first volunteered, I didn’t know what I was doing half the time, I was overwhelmed to say the least. He was always nice to me, like a big brother. He had already been there for so long, it seemed like he knew more than I did.” You exhaled when you finished. R.V. cleared his throat before speaking. “Oh…” R.V. trailed off, “that must have been real hard for him.” He grimaced to himself when he thought of how bad some of the burns must have been. He had witnessed it before, with some of his friends, he wouldn’t wish that type of pain on anyone. “It was. But he made it out alright after all. And now he’s dancing with a girl he could only dream of.” The way you said it, in such a positive way, gave him hope. Hope for lots of new beginnings, a fresh start. That the things he saw or did, couldn’t define him anymore. He wasn’t in the Pacific. He was home, with you, and he sensed that this was the best he had felt in forever. As you and him were talking, neither of you noticed how close your house was, finally in clear view, maybe 50 yards away. “R.V. Can I ask you a question?” You took your head off of his shoulder, only to look up at him. “How do you feel, after coming home?” R.V. thought about it for a moment. He hadn’t really had anyone ask him a question like that. He wasn’t sure what to say, so he gave a comical answer. “Better, now that I'm sleeping on a soft bed.” He said with a beam on his face. Once he gave his answer, you and him had both finally made it to your house. To R.V. It looked like a warm place. A cozy home that made you feel relaxed whenever you spent time in it. “Well, I guess this is it. Thank you for walking me home. “You said, taking him up the steps of your porch. He was now facing you with your hands holding his. R.V. didn’t want this night to end between you two. He wanted to keep talking to you. To ask you more questions, but he could tell you were already so tired, so he kept it short, “When will I be able to see you again?”

You gave him a grin that showed your teeth. “Soon, hopefully.” It was just you and him now, again facing one another in complete silence. It seemed like R.V. ran out of words, and all he could do was look at those soft lips of yours, how nice they looked… R.V. brought his hands up to you, cupping your face. He wanted to kiss you so badly, but felt hesitance. “Can I?” He said in a soft whisper. “Yes”, you replied. If he hadn’t been listening, he wouldn’t have heard you. Before you knew it, you felt his lips melt into yours slowly. He felt goosebumps as he closed the gap between you two. He wanted to savor the moment with you as best as he could. When your lips parted his, his lips moved up to your forehead, giving you a soft kiss there. The gentle gesture made you visibly blush, which made his heart beat even fast. “Goodnight.” He said, retracting his hands from your face, and placing them by his side. “Goodnight” You replied quietly, before opening the door of your home, and walking inside. When he heard the door shut fully, he started to make his way down your steps in victory. He had one hell of a night. A night he wouldn’t forget, because it was a night brought him, you.

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(perhaps that) no one has noticed this but the height difference between alton and skinny (and their faces too) is like a father and his child 😭

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HCs for what the first time with Sledge would be like?

AAAAAGGH!!! I've been waiting for a first time with Sledge!! Thank you honey, you have done me proud!! This might be a little smuttier than usual so I apologize and rate this 18+ (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!)

Gene would definitely want this one to be special

Because that's how he sees you and when you two decide to be intimate

The spot where you two decided to do the deed? Well, that's a bit of a different story

Yeah, shower sex......definitely shower sex

You and Gene really liked the feel of the water

And the closeness while you two were......ahem.......naked

And it was warm too......God, it was really fucking warm

When he slowly started to (thrust) ever so gently.....

You two had ALOT of fun with the bar of soap (I'm not gonna get into that cuz that is a steamy story for another day)

Even though there were some moments where it might have been a bit awkward

You and Gene couldn't have asked for a better night

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