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Random-Ass Benny Miller Relationship HCs
And yes, they all involve him being a hot dumb himbo bc I have brainrot and @sofietargaryen is an enabler.
- Benny tries to high-five after sex. He want’s another one after you sigh and actually give one to him. This could go on for minutes, he’ll just keep pointing out “cool things” you did that made his highlight reel
- One day he’d randomly put a gold star sticker on your shirt and when you’d ask what it was for he’d say "for sucking my soul out through my cock last night bc damn, that was— HEY DON'T HIT ME WHERE ARE YOU GOING?! PUT YOUR STICKER BACK ON, BABE C’MON!"
- Benny would proudly announce that the reason you were both late was because y'all were boning and Frankie would be like "THIS IS YOUR GOD-DAUGHTER'S BAPTISM WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU"
- "THIS IS THE LORD'S HOUSE WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS"
- (Santi would just be like "no that's a valid excuse boning takes the time it takes")
- Benny would ask for sex coupons (redeem for 10 minutes of letting my hit it from the back, etc) for his birthday and try to redeem them at the most inappropriate times
- "I'm not letting you motorboat me right now"
"but BABE"
"WE ARE AT WILL’S REHEARSAL DINNER. YOUR PARENTS ARE RIGHT THERE"
- He’d want to hang out with you while you pee. Good luck trying to close/lock the door to keep him out bc boy will see this as a lock picking challenge and end up ruining your bobby-pins
-Weirdo would try to lace his toes with yours and get so confused/offended when you kick his foot away.
-He’ll try to sext you while you’re in the same room as him.
-He’ll also sext you when you’re mad but he’ll try and appeal to your kinks to make you forgive him.
- “Can we leave, I’m bored.”
“We are on a commercial air flight.”
“So ‘no’, then?”
- You’ll have to become an award winning actor when you both are at a party and he texts you ‘u up?’ or ‘what r u wearing?’ or ‘damn without me?’ like BOY I SWEAR TO GOD I’M TRYING TO TALK TO MY BOSS
-”Are you mad at me?”
“No, what are you talking about?”
“You’re being quiet—”
“WE ARE AT THE MOVIES BENJAMIN TF”
#problematicfavesareproblematic#triple frontier#ben miller x reader#benny miller x reader#triple frontier x reader#ben miller imagines
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Hey can you please recommend your favorite ron speirs fics? If it's angst then it even better lol. Thank you!
Hello, so I’ve complied a list of the fics that I can think of off the top of my head. I’m sure there are going to be more I think of later so if I find any more I’ll edit this post to add them 😊
‘Keeping You Safe’ by @mads-weasley
‘For The Better’ by @lostinthewiind
‘For Me’ by @mads-weasley
‘A Rare Night Of Peace’ by @problematicfavesareproblematic
‘Ares and Athena’ by @softguarnere
‘You Make Me Want Things’ by @inglourious-imagines
‘Devil In Disguise’ by @yeahcurrahhe-e
‘Stained Glass Secrets’ by @lostinthewiind
‘Day Of Days’ by @yeahcurrahhe-e
‘Alone, Together’ by @softguarnere
‘Cuddly Mornings’ by @inglourious-imagines
‘Knight In Dirty ODs’ by @mads-weasley
‘Mistletoe Kisses’ by @lieutenant-speirs
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it's hug day!! here's a hug to make your day better or make your day even better than it's been! feel free to pass it on and spread the love! <3
thank you and @sweetxvanixlla for tagging me in this !!
i'd like to tag some people i admire in the bob fandom: @softguarnere @problematicfavesareproblematic @mads-weasley @danny-boy27
+ all my followers and anyone who sees this on their dash! ♡ have a good day all!
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just finished watching band of brothers and found your ficx - do u know any other writers to follow here?
Hi Anon! First off, welcome to the fandom :) always exciting to have more people around here. The BOB fandom is full of amazing writers, so you'll have all kinds of fics to read. I'm not sure if you're looking for fics about the characters, reader inserts, or headcanons, so here's a variety of authors for you to check out (this isn't everyone by any means, so I'm sorry if I forgot to tag anyone!):
@brassknucklespeirs @upontherisers @liebgotts-lovergirl @mads-weasley @mercurygray @sergeant-spoons @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @lenabob @auroralightsthesky @softliebgott @web-gott @problematicfavesareproblematic @softspeirs @eugeneroehoe @himbowelsh @multifandomlover01 @holdingforgeneralhugs
And if you ever want to chat, I'm always looking for more BOB friends! Hope you enjoy your time here 💕🕊️
#fic recs#tumblr friends#anonymous#ask#band of brothers#band of brothers fanfic#band of brothers x reader#bob fandom
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Fire On Fire: Chapter 5
(Ch. 4), (Ch. 3), (Ch. 2), (Ch. 1)
Gallery II Taglist Application II Symbol Guide
Summary: The truth comes out but neither expected the other's reaction...
WARNINGS: Alcohol mention, general angst, fluff
A/N: Tagging some of the amazing creators & friends whose work inspired me to start writing again: @wwhatev3r @brassknucklespeirs @softguarnere @holdingforgeneralhugs @rogue-durin-16 @auroralightsthesky @lenabob @legally-devorak @dustyjjumpwings @stillbandofbrothersthirsty @tvserie-s-world @toyes-lipring @hurricanerex666 @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @softliebgott @latibvles @mercurygray @sergeant-spoons @problematicfavesareproblematic @softspeirs
Contemporary: June 3rd, 1944. Aldbourne, England.
It didn't take her long to find him.
Alix knew Joe well enough to know that he chain-smoked when he was upset and he'd want to sit down for a smoke before walking back to his billet, especially at such a late hour of the night.
She was a spy; she was supposed to know these things.
There was a quiet pond just a small ways from the pub which had a number of quaint wooden benches overlooking the water's edge. It was the perfect place for a late-night smoke to clear your head.
Despite being the middle of summer, nights in Aldbourne were usually brisk and as goosebumps prickled up her arms, Alix berated herself internally for forgetting to grab her fur wrap before leaving the house earlier.
In Philadelphia high society, fur was primarily for winter wear but with the drafty English air, the former model figured her mother would’ve forgiven her eventually.
Squinting in the dim light, she was able to identify a lone figure occupying a bench by the water's edge and she surmised it was most likely Joe.
As she approached, the rhythmic click-clack of her heels on the pavement knifed through the stillness and the hunched figure turned, allowing the gentle glow of the moon to illuminate his face.
It was Joe Liebgott alright, and he looked like hell.
He was pale as a ghost, save for the reddish blotches on his cheeks where tear-tracks glistened. His hair stuck out sporadically and Alix could tell he’d been running his hands through it, another nervous habit of his.
As soon as he saw her, he hurriedly swiped the tears away with his sleeve and only then did she notice the blood.
It was crusted on the scraped and swollen knuckles of his right hand, with thin dried stripes all the way down his fingertips like crimson paint.
From what she could see, it looked like he'd busted his knuckles open punching something, probably a wall.
"Jesus, Joey, are you okay?!"
Joe's expression hardened.
"Don't worry 'bout it."
Alix ignored him, stepping over the handful of cigarette butts that littered the ground by his boots and rushing to his side.
"Let me see your knuckles,” she insisted urgently. “I can help."
Sitting next to him on the bench, she reached for his bloodied hand but he jerked his arm away.
"Like Hell you can."
"What's that supposed to mean?" she demanded, her temper starting to flare at his tone.
"It means don't bother, Alix," Joe spat and the young agent flinched.
It was the first time he'd called her by her real name instead of a nickname and somehow, it stung worse than if he'd just cussed her out.
“You should get going.” His voice was quieter now but just as embittered and he crossed his arms, staring hard at the pond’s surface. “Wouldn’t want your boyfriend getting worried.”
Alix bristled at the accusation.
"He's not my boyfriend," she snapped. "I don’t even know him. But even if he was, what's it to you?"
Snorting defensively, she muttered, "It's not like you give a shit about me beyond a quick fuck anyway."
Joe's head shot up and he looked over at her with puffy, red-rimmed eyes.
“Is that what you think,” he asked, his voice rising with indignation. “That I was just in this for sex?”
“Santa Maria," the agent swore, throwing up her hands in frustration. "What else am I supposed to think when you walk into my life just to fuck me and walk out again like nothing ever happened?!”
"Goddamn it, Alix!” Joe sprang to his feet. "It was never about the sex! Don't you get that?! It was about you! It was about being with you!”
“Then why did you keep disappearing?” Alix pushed, her chest aching with half a year’s worth of suppressed heartache. “For weeks, Joey, not just days. Weeks!”
That was the final straw.
“Because I was falling in love with you, alright?!” Joe yelled, his voice breaking as the tears he’d been fighting began to spill down his cheeks. “And that scares the absolute shit outta me!”
Before Alix had time to comprehend what he’d said, Joe had turned away, squeezing his eyes shut and running a shaky hand through his hair as he struggled to regain his composure.
For a moment, all Alix could do was stare at his back in stunned silence as the weight of his words began to sink in.
“But why…?” she managed to choke out finally.
Why would you love me?
“Why would that scare you?"
Her voice became small and she hated the way it sounded: Weak. Quivery. Scared. All of the things as an agent, she was trained never to be.
"...Am I that hard to love, Joey?"
He whirled back around, the frustration gone and concern suddenly written all over his face.
"Fuck no! Are you kiddin' me?"
Joe sat down next to her again, this time close enough that she could see herself reflected in the pupils of his beautiful, brown puppy-dog eyes.
Reaching out, he gently tucked an escaped curl from her bun behind her ear and Alix felt her heart skip a beat.
"You, Alix Martinelli," he murmured. "Are the easiest fuckin' person in the world to love."
He flashed her a small, rueful smile and leaned back on the bench, digging a pack of his beloved Chesterfields out of his coat pocket.
"Hell,” he remarked with a sniffle as he fished around for his lighter.
“Everybody knows I’ve been stuck on you since your first day here. Didn’t even say a damn word to me but I saw that gorgeous smile and I was done for.”
He chuckled softly, adding, “Tab and Popeye wouldn’t stop givin’ me shit about it.”
Alix's mind was racing, trying to make sense of it all.
All these abstract pieces, all these feelings, all that time…
“Joey, it’s been six months of whatever this—” she gestured to the two of them “— is but then tonight, out of the blue, you show up with…”
She trailed off, unwilling or perhaps unable to finish the sentence.
“Mary." He filled in the name for her as he lit up his cigarette, completely oblivious, and Alix felt her mouth go dry.
"Yeah. Her."
"That was Tab's doing," Joe explained after taking a drag.
“He could tell I was losing my fuckin’ mind over you and he thought forcing me out on a double-date with him and some local girls might distract me or somethin'.”
Taking a shorter drag, he let the smoke curl into the crisp night air and remarked dryly,
“As you can see, it didn't work.”
"Sure looked like it did with the way she was hanging off you," Alix muttered, trying and failing to keep the petulance and bitterness out of her tone.
Joe leaned slightly closer to her to make sure she heard him.
"Not a bit. Like I told her and Tab, I already got my eye on somebody else."
He gave her a wink and she felt her cheeks starting to flush pink so she dropped her gaze, avoiding his eyes.
It sounded too good to be true. There had to be a catch, there just had to be.
“But if you felt this way all this time, then why didn’t you say anything to me for so long?” she asked, expecting to catch him in a lie and prove to herself that the whole thing was some sort of mistake.
But when she cautiously looked up at him for an answer, he was gazing at her with those beautiful, sad brown puppy-dog eyes she loved so much.
"Because," he began. "I knew two things from the moment I met you. One: I knew loved you. Because how could I not? You're everythin' I ever wanted. And Two…"
He hesitated for a second before saying quietly,
"Two: I knew you were gonna break my fuckin’ heart."
Alix's forehead creased.
"I would never," she declared fervently but Joe just shook his head.
“Girls like you don’t end up with guys like me, Ziskeit. I’m not an idiot. You're a calendar girl, for Christ’s sake! You gotta practically beat guys off you with a stick! I've seen the pages people ripped out an' shoved in their pockets for safe-keeping. You're everybody's dream girl!"
He ran a hand through his hair.
"And you’re not just pretty either, you're smart too, crazy smart! With your OSS creds and your high-class schooling, you got one hell of a future when all this is over, y’know?”
Taking another slow drag, he exhaled a few seconds later with a grim-sounding sigh.
"And me, what do I got? I'm just some fuckin’ cabbie from Frisco. Nothin' special. Why the hell would a girl like you, who could have Gene Fuckin' Kelly if she wanted, want me? There’s a thousand other guys— classy, uptown types like your officer back there— who are better for you than I’ll ever be. You'll probably end up marryin' some big-shot attorney someday anyway. So I've been tryin' to stay away from you… and Jesus Christ, did I try!"
He shook his head again.
"Honestly Zees, stayin’ away from you was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do," he admitted. "And I couldn't even see it through 'cause I'm fuckin' selfish. 'Cause at the end of the day, I know I’m nowhere near good enough to call you mine, but goddamn it, Alix, I want to anyway!"
Alix’s vision began to blur and it felt like there was a burning lump in her throat that wouldn’t budge.
This was everything she'd ever wanted but it couldn't have come at a worse time. They were all jumping into a war zone any day now.
Should she tell him how she felt, despite knowing that one or both of them might not make it back home?
Should she open herself up to the possibility of letting him in, just to lose him?
She'd already lost her older brother to the war, could she stand to lose her boyfriend too?
She forced her gaze heavenward, warring internally with her head and heart until the tears passed. Finally gathering her courage, she slid over a little bit, inching closer to him like a bomb she was set to defuse.
Despite her nervousness, her heart had made its verdict clear from the get-go:
Being his, even for a little bit, would be worth the risk.
"You are more than good enough, Joey," she murmured, tentatively reaching over to rest her hand on top of his before interlocking their fingers. "You're the only person I want."
He looked down at their intertwined fingers and back up to her eyes, searching her features fervently for any trace of deception.
"No kiddin'? You really mean that?"
Alix nodded, beaming, and gave his hand a light squeeze.
"Of course I mean it! But we're still gonna have to keep things quiet, okay? I don't think either of us wants to get busted for fraternization."
Joe nodded in agreement, a lopsided grin lit up his face as the realization sank in:
They were official.
He looked more overjoyed than she'd ever seen him, more like a kid in a candy store than a soldier days away from war.
"Still gonna be pretty fuckin' great though, even if we can't tell anybody we're going steady yet, huh, Zees?"
Alix cocked her head curiously.
"I've been meaning to ask you what that means. I tried asking Muck because he speaks some German but he had no idea. You're always using it and for all I know, you could be calling me the world's biggest bitch in German or something."
Joe chuckled.
"It's nothin' like that. Hell, it's not even German. But you're still gonna kick yourself when you find out."
Now Alix was really perplexed.
"Why?"
"Because it was right in front of you the whole time."
"Stop speaking in riddles, you asshole," Alix pouted.
"Fine, fine, just 'cause it's you," Joe teased, his brown eyes sparkling. "It’s Yiddish. The word is Ziskeit but sometimes I’ll shorten it to Zees. Still means the same thing, which is ‘Sweetness’. But we also use it to mean someone you cherish, like a sweetheart.”
Alix blinked in surprise.
“Wait...So you mean this whole time…?"
"I've been telling you how I feel for around six months now and you had no clue 'cause it was in Yiddish? Yeah."
Alix giggled and nudged at his shoulder playfully with her own.
"I never took you for a sap, Joe Liebgott!"
"Neither did I," he quipped as he stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. "Guess you just bring out a different side of me, Zees."
"Well that explains why Skip didn't recognize it then. He tried to tell me it meant 'Goose' at first and I told him he was full of shit."
Joe laughed.
"Goose would be gandz. I can call you that instead if y-"
"Joseph Liebgott, don't you dare."
The paratrooper jokingly pretended to mull it over for a minute before responding with a mischievous "No promises."
For the first time, Alix realized that her palms had been sweating from the nervousness.
Her first instinct was to wipe them off but she hesitated, biting her lip. A part of her knew she was being irrational but she worried if she let go, the spell would be broken and everything would be as it was before: Joe would leave again and it would be as though nothing between them had ever happened.
It would all have been just a dream.
But her palm was growing clammy and so grudgingly, she let go of his hand, waiting tensely for the other shoe to drop.
But Joe didn't disappear.
Instead, he draped an arm lovingly around her shoulders, resting his hand lightly on her tricep and Alix shifted so she could lean into him, releasing a sigh of relief she didn't realize she'd been holding.
Joe was kind enough not to acknowledge it.
"I didn't know you spoke Yiddish," Alix continued conversationally. "Seeing as you'd had some translation training, I always just assumed you spoke German."
"I speak both,” Joe replied as he absentmindedly traced little circles on Alix’s upper arm. “But German just feels more…distant, y’know? My family never uses it at home, just when we’re in public. We use Yiddish with the people closest to us since it’s a big part of our heritage. It just feels… more meaningful, I guess, 'cause it's somethin' we don't use with everybody, y'know? Stop me if I'm not makin' any sense."
“You’re making perfect sense, Joey,” she assured him softly. “And I’m honored that you use a Yiddish term of endearment for me. It means the world that you care that much."
Joe pressed a kiss to her temple.
"Why wouldn't I? I've only been sweet on you for what, six months now? I know people who got married in half that time!"
He chuckled.
"And don't worry, I got lots more pet names where Ziskeit came from too. We're gonna have you speakin' Yiddish like a pro by the time you meet my folks!"
Alix red lips quirked up into a smile.
"Yiddish is so beautiful, I can see why you hold it close. Honestly, English has never been strong enough to describe how I feel about you either, which is why I use Italian. Like, tesoro, which means treasure but we use it for the word Darling. And cucciolo, which is my other favorite. It reminds me of your adorable puppy eyes."
"I know what they mean," Joe divulged sheepishly, turning slightly pink. "I kinda asked Gonorrhea to translate for me 'cause I was hoping you felt the same as me but I was too chicken-shit to just ask ya in case I was wrong..."
"And you still didn't just tell me how you felt, even after you knew I felt the same?" Alix's eyes were huge.
"Yeah, 'cause I didn't believe him." Joe was cringing at his past self now. "I thought he was just fuckin' with me or somethin' 'cause there was no way in Hell a girl like you could ever feel that way about a guy like me."
He shook his head with a grin.
"I've never been so fuckin' glad to be wrong."
Alix was about to reply when a particularly strong gust of wind whipped through the nearby trees, stinging her bare arms with its chill. Starting to shiver in her spaghetti-strap gown, Alix silently cursed herself again for forgetting her fur and began rubbing her hands together to warm them.
Having noticed her shiver, Joe immediately tugged his coat off and placed it around Alix’s shoulders. It was huge on her but the wool was cozy, still warm from Joe’s body heat.
Hearing the approaching hum of voices from a distance, she hurriedly glanced over her shoulder before shrugging the coat off as a small pack of servicemen and their dates left the Crown, walking along the road behind them back to their billets.
“C’mon Ziskeit,” Joe implored. “Put it on, will ya, before you catch a cold.”
Alix shook her head nervously, her eyes darting back to the group passing them by.
“What if someone sees?”
“Let ‘em.” Joe shrugged. “They can’t write me up for givin’ a beautiful lady my coat when she’s cold, can they? Doesn't prove shit."
“Oh yeah?" Alix cocked an eyebrow slyly. "So did you let Mary wear your coat then too?”
Joe snorted.
“You kiddin’ me? I wouldn’t even let her hold my jump wings.”
Satisfied, Alix pulled the coat back on, enveloping herself in the warm wool. She was swimming in it, the thick material dwarfing her small frame like a sack.
The sleeves hung way past her hands and Joe stifled a laugh.
"Jeez and I thought Perco made the coats look big!"
"Oh so you let Perconte wear your coat too, huh?" Alix joked, a teasing glint in her dark eyes. "And here I thought I was special."
Joe rolled his eyes playfully.
"You're a fuckin' smartass, d'you know that?"
"Hey, you fell in love with me," Alix reminded him with a quick kiss on the cheek. "So you asked for it, Coat Whore.”
Joe was about to respond when a commotion behind them cut him off.
"In Banbridge Town in the County Down, one morning last July-"
Both their heads snapped back toward the sound of the singing.
It was a clearly inebriated Joe Toye stumbling out of The Crown with an equally inebriated Don Malarkey by his side, the pair belting out a truly spectacular rendition of an Irish folk ballad while a bemused-looking Skip Muck was proudly harmonizing just behind them.
"–down a bóithrín green came a sweet cailín and she smiled as she passed me by! She-"
Alix grinned. Had it been any other night, she would've been right there with them.
Her family's maid, Penelope, was originally from Ireland and she'd taught Alix several of her favorite folk songs as the pair hung wash together. Alix's mother, Clarissa, always scolded her for helping Penny with her chores because it "was beneath her as the lady of the house" but Alix didn't mind at all.
On the contrary, she relished getting to swap stories and folk songs with the older girl, who had done so much more living in her 26 years than Alix had in her 23.
Penny taught her Irish folk tunes and Alix taught her some phrases in Italian to impress the Calabrian boy from the South side that Penny had her eye on. It was like having a real friend, not like the sycophants at her boarding school who simply had to work their family’s connections into every conversation or they’d combust.
“–From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay, from Galway to Dublin town–”
As the voices of her best friends slowly faded into the distance, Alix leaned her head on Joe’s shoulder and admired the beauty of the moment----
The chorus of chirping crickets, the faint quacking of the ducks in the shallows, the laughter of her best friends in the background, the soft glow of the moon on the water, the earthy smell of the rolling fields beyond the pond, the warmth of Joe’s body radiating through his clothes as he wrapped his arms around her.
They were going steady now.
Her heart was so full that it felt like it might burst through her chest.
All of the months of waiting and hoping had been worth it. She wanted to cry and shout and jump for joy at the same time.
But as more and more people began to file from the doors of The Crown, Alix took a worried glance over at the worn watch on Joe's wrist.
"Madonna mia," she exclaimed. "It's already 11 o'clock and I still need to review my cover story and dossiers before tomorrow!"
Joe stood up and gallantly offered her his arm.
"Mind if I walk ya home then, Ziskeit? Call me a sap but I can't let my girl walk home alone at night, even if she is a spy. I'd still go outta my mind with worry."
Alix stood as well, smoothing the skirt of her dress.
"One condition."
"Name it."
"You stay the night. I could use some cuddles from my boyfriend while I'm reading up on all the people I have to kill."
The paratrooper gave her a lopsided grin.
"I was hoping you'd ask, Zees. After I drop you off, I just gotta run back to my place real quick so I can grab my ODs for tomorrow and I'll be right back over. Ya won't even know I'm gone. How does that sound?"
Alix ecstatically linked her arm with his.
"Sounds perfect."
#FireOnFire#Joe Liebgott x OC#Joe Liebgott x reader#Don Malarkey#Donald Malarkey#Skip Muck#Warren Muck#Joe Toye#Band of Brothers#Band of Brothers fanfic#fanfiction#BoB#BoB fanfic#Band of Brothers fanfiction#BoB fanfiction#Band of Brothers fandom#HBO War#HBO War fandom#hbo band of brothers#slow burn#fluff#Band of Brothers imagine#Joe Liebgott imagine#Lewis Nixon#mywork#BoB fandom#long fic#Joe Liebgott x Alix Martinelli#mutual pining#pining
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Pink
cupcakes, sunglasses, pink sands, starbursts, pinky promises, flower crowns, ice cream. your essence is pink: you are vibrant and ambitious, an untrimmed flower. your energy is consuming; it wraps others up into your enthusiasm and influence. your gift is seeing things for how they truly are and shifting yourself to be the star of any situation. you are the pioneer. you are their envy. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of magenta, rose, wine, and orchid, who share your fluid social skills. you are also drawn to the even-tempered souls grey and brown, who will help you grow and learn how to ground yourself. however, you may struggle to get along with the questioning personalities of green and yellow who are too linear in their thinking.
I wonder if my brother is a green/yellow aura, we often get into arguments lol. This is pretty accurate, although I doubt my seeking to be a star in situations is often seen as enjoyable. @deputy-buck and @mutantmanifesto yours are pretty accurate as well, also thank you for tagging me.
Tagging these peeps but feel free to join in and tag me. And If you've already done this and I tag, whoops sorry babes.
@genes-heffron @indigosandviolets @liebthots @hoosiers-blanket @hbhoe @rossmccallsqueen @itstheheebiejeebies @problematicfavesareproblematic
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back on my band o’ brothers shit. where’s @problematicfavesareproblematic when u need her
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12 DAYS OF GIFTS: Cpt. Ronald Speirs for @problematicfavesareproblematic
Happy Holidays! 💕
#*mine#band of brothers#bandofbrothersedit#bobedit#bob#ronald speirs#ronaldspeirsedit#matthew settle#bbelcher#hbo war#hbowaredit#userstream#chewieblog#tvgifs#tvcinemagifs#cinematv#dailytvfilmgifs#smilecapsules#*12gifts
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tell me about your favourite tumblr user(s) (apart from me, obvs 😌)
okay well besides you, who is my guiding star, and light of my life, and so much more, there is @neverendingstories00 - ! she was one of the first lovely souls who welcomed me into this wild fandom and a darling friend i'm so gratful for still! then there is @toffeetm who reminds me of home, somehow, perhaps because we're midwest bros, or perhaps it's because they're so warm and welcoming totally big supportive siblings vibes! can't leave out my twin star @heygeneyoucalledmebabe who makes me laugh and cry everyday and who i would be lost with out, today! and also @honey-im-emotional who i have the strangest collection of things in common with! a newer friend i feel i have always known. and of course an old friend @an-unseen-academical who has put up with me for so long it baffels and amazes me! shout out to a few other sweet souls who have been shown me insurmountable kindness and support and shared with me so many dear parts of themselves, who i think fondly of every day, @ask-you-what-sir @martinsrestingbitchface @tvserie-s-world @wexhappyxfew @wecomrades @softliebgott @problematicfavesareproblematic @thoughpoppiesblow
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Little Lady (Bull Randleman x Reader)
So this is based on this post by @problematicfavesareproblematic and my own headcannon that Bull is super chill in his relationship and doesn’t get jealous easily but will go from cuddly teddy bear to terminator in a hot second if someone hurts his girl...and this was an excuse to write some Bull & Martin friendship.
Warnings: swearing, forced/coerced kiss, threats
Words:4400
Tag List: @happyveday @evelynshelby @saritanotserena @sydney-m
"I can do it."
"I don't mind helping."
I rolled my eyes at Arthur but handed him the crate. "Fine, but if you drop it, I'm gonna kick your ass."
He laughed, falling into step with me as we headed towards the supply trucks. "I would suspect nothing less from someone as fierce as you."
"I can't decide if you're flirting or trying to start a fight." I narrowed my eyes at him, even as we walked side by side.
"Oh, I would never fight you...you'd kick my ass, remember?" He winked those baby blues at me, the scar on his upper lip twitching at the movement.
"Mmm...so you're flirting?"
"Why? Is that a crime?"
I sighed. This was not the first time we had this discussion and honestly, I was getting sick of it. "Arthur, you know Sergeant Randleman is my man."
"I know. I don't know what you see in him though. He just looks like a country hick and I..."
"Stop," I interrupted, already knowing what he was going to say. Some flirting was fine but when someone began to question my relationship or degrade my boyfriend, then I took offense. Especially from someone I considered a friend. "We've had this discussion before and it won't change anything."
"Fine, I just..."
"Jesus Christ! Enough!"
"Ok ok, shit. I'm sorry. I just want you to be happy, alright?" He mumbled. A couple minutes passed between us in a tense, awkward silence as we continued walking before he bumped me cheekily. "So, he's your man? You're not his girl?"
"Damn right he's my man. I'm no one's girl."
Arthur laughed and followed me to the trucks. He shoved the crate on the flatbed of the one directed too. I adjusted the other crates, making room for the ones I still needed to grab eventually. We were supposedly leaving Aldbourne soon and I had volunteered to organize our extra supplies. I liked keeping busy and being organized came easy to me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him run his hand through his black hair, a nervous habit of his I had noticed. Soon he probably would need to get it cut. I wondered if someone in his company cut hair or if I should mention Liebgott to him. I bet for a pack of smokes Liebgott would cut it.
His voice jolted me back from my musings as he took a step closer to me. "Some of us are going out for drinks tonight at the bar. Come join us."
"They call them pubs here. Remember, we're in England."
"Pubs, right. So... you coming?"
I sighed, trying to figure out how I could nicely say no. Again. Most of the other companies did not like having a female paratrooper amongst them. More than one had gotten in my face about it, especially back in Toccoa. Now it just made sense for me to stick with Easy.
Arthur was one of the few exceptions. We had bumped into each other on the troopship over and next thing I knew we had been talking for hours, comparing different books, plays and films. His family was a huge advocate for the arts and it showed in his passionate rants. He also had an easy-going, if flirtatious, manner about him, always trying to make me laugh and check up on me whenever we saw each other. Though lately, he had begun making his intentions known and while flattering, I only saw him as a friend.
Before I could let him down again, he was frequently asking me to go to the pubs with him, I heard my name called loudly. Glancing down the road, I saw several members of Easy's First Platoon sitting or standing around a table, with most smoking or playing cards, or both. More importantly I saw HIM.
I could not help the stupid smile, not even paying attention as a frown appeared on Arthur’s face. "I'll see you around, Arthur."
Without waiting for his response, I started towards the group. Although technically they were not my platoon, they welcomed me with open arms as I frequently found myself in their company.
"Hey! It's our favorite Corporal!" George Luz announced, passing out a new round of cards to those at the table, a cigarette hanging between his lips.
"That's only cause I get cigarettes for you guys."
"Eh, you're an angel."
I laughed with the guys as I finally reached them. It was nice to see everyone relaxing under the shade of the large tree, finally receiving a much needed break from drills and field trainings. I did wonder where they stole the table and chairs from since I had never seen it out here before.
Denver "Bull" Randleman stood on the other side, watching me with a slight curve of his lips, even around the cigar. My heart skipped a beat as I met his eyes, moving around the table towards him. Automatically, he raised his arm just enough for me to slip under it. It was a practiced, almost subconscious, movement between us by now. "Hey, little lady."
"Hey, handsome.” I smiled up at him, a wave of happiness crashing over me. A very familiar feeling whenever I was in his presence, even more so since we started a relationship.
"Who was that you was talking to?" Johnny Martin asked, standing on Randleman's other side. His typical scowl on his face, eyes narrowed, as he stared from me back to where I had just come from.
"Oh, Private Arthur Cox." I supplied, not thinking much about it.
"From Charlie Company?" Floyd Talbert looked up from the card game.
"Yeah."
"I heard from a reliable source that he's been flirting with you." Talbert continued, trading two of the cards in his hand.
"Is that so?" Luz looked back at me, a mischievous grin on his face. "Know anything about that?"
"It's not a big deal. He's just friendly." I shrugged, feigning disinterest. I really did not want them to know all the things Arthur had been saying lately.
"Hear that, Bull! He's just friendly. You better watch your girl." Luz chuckled.
"Hey! I ain't his girl!"
Bull pulled the cigar from his mouth, giving me a small squeeze as he spoke. "It's alright, darlin'. They know I'm ya man."
"Damn right."
"Still, he's been talking about you." Talbert stated, tossing his cards on the table then looking over to me.
Dammit. Why couldn't he just let this go? The others were paying far too much attention to the conversation to my liking. "He knows I'm with Bull."
Talbert shrugged.
"What?" I snapped.
"Might not be enough."
"Tab, what are you saying? He knows I'm not leaving Bull for him." I tried to stay calm. I knew the guys were just looking out for me. They did not trust anyone who wasn't Easy. Randleman's hand slowly rubbed up and down my arm, trying to soothe me. I took a deep breath and leaned my head against his side.
"Maybe. He might keep trying for you though."
"Is that what you would do?"
"If I saw a girl I really wanted...maybe." Tab winked at me, earning a few chuckles from the group. Everyone knew Talbert was a flirt, but a respectful one. If any women were not interested, he always backed off. Though most women never said 'no' to him.
I groaned. "Save me from the stupidity of the male species." I mumbled to myself.
"He ask ya to be his girl?" Bull asked, a smirk on his face.
"Yeah...sort of."
"No proposals?"
I rolled my eyes. He just would not let me forget when a Private from Able Company dropped down on one knee and proposed two weeks ago. Bull had laughed when I told him the story, saying if they really knew me, they would know to bring chocolate. That was my biggest weakness.
"Not this time. He does like to compare the two of you though." I admitted, guilt tainting my voice.
"I ain't worried.” He winked at me. “We know ya just like me for my body."
I patted his chest. "Don't you forget it."
Luz threw down a winning hand, causing the others to groan and the attention to focus back on the game.
I absent-mindedly watched the next game unfold, my mind though on Arthur. Sure, more than once he had made comments about me; and he had made even more comments about how he did not think Randleman was good enough for me. I thought it was harmless or just annoying. Now I was beginning to wonder if I should take it more seriously, if I needed to stop talking to him. If he really was gunning for me, I needed to set him straight once and for all. Right?
There was about a snowball’s chance in hell I would be leaving Randleman. Ever since Toccoa, we had somehow just clicked. At first it had started off as a close friendship, looking out for one another amidst the tortures heaped upon us by Sobel. When some of the other companies would cat-call or yell things at me, he always stood between us, glaring at the men until they backed down. Though I never asked him to do that. More than once I know he took matters into his own hands, or at least orchestrated it so some of the other Easy paratroopers could have their turn swinging punches to defend me...even if none of them ever admitted it later. It was not until one night that I found him at the aid station, getting his knuckles looked at by Doc Roe that he subtly admitted to seeing me as more than a friend. So logically, I kissed him right then and there. If his response said anything, he did not mind too much. After that, things just fell into place for us.
"Hey."
I turned my face up to meet Randleman's eyes, still tucked into his side. My favorite place to be.
"Ya alright?"
"Yeah, just thinking." I slipped my hand into his and squeezed three times, letting him know I was ok.
"Ya want me to talk to him?"
I smiled thinking of my boyfriend confronting Arthur. "No, it's ok. I'm sure this will blow over."
"If you say so, little lady." He pressed a chaste kiss to my temple. It was sweet how whenever he had the chance, he always took it to affectionately touch me. A sweet kiss on the forehead here, an arm tucking me into his side there, even a gentle squeeze of my hand. A silent reassurance of his affection for me. He was not a man of romantic monologues or one-liners. Instead he always reminded me through the simple gestures. I still teased him about it occasionally and he would reply that it was damn near impossible to keep his hands to himself with how beautiful I was and how much he adored me. That always won a kiss from me, even as I blushed crimson.
"You tell us if he tries anything." Martin stated, drawing me back from my thoughts, wary scowl on his face.
I nodded.
"I'm serious."
"You always are." I quipped back, earning a chuckle from Randleman.
Martin huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why I put up with you two, I don't know."
"You love us." I teased, fluttering my eyelashes at him. He narrowed his eyes at me but I could see the hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. Back in North Carolina he had admitted one night I reminded him of his baby sister. When I laughed and told him she was lucky to have a brother like him, that seemed to seal our friendship. Since then he had easily stepped into the role of a big brother.
"C'mon, let's get some food." Bull guided me around the table, arm around my shoulders and mine around his waist. Martin followed us, walking on my other side, grumbling about how food here was shit and he missed his wife’s cooking.
*****
I stared across the field at the sunset. The warm colors transitioned into the cool tones of night right before my eyes. Colors so perfect they would make even the most talented artists zealous to try and capture their beauty. I absent-mindedly wondered how much longer I would be able to appreciate the sunsets. Or would war take that away from me.
It is only at the call of my name did I retract my gaze from the beauty in the sky. I knew who it was by his voice. And also from the fact that all of Easy knew to leave me alone while I was watching the sunsets. I loved my boys dearly but sometimes a girl just needed to get away. I saw Arthur with his hands in his pockets standing a few paces away from me, the tips of his shaggy hair almost covering his eyes.
"Can I join you?"
I shrugged, turning back to watch the painter's sky. It seemed fate had a hand in events today. A conversation needed to happen between the two of us and here he was. Dammit. Silently, he sat next to me, our shoulders almost brushing. Several moments went by like that, both of us just staring at the first of the stars to emerge.
Sighing, I turned to face him, not looking forward to this conversation. "Arthur, I think-"
His chapped lips interrupted me, slammed against my lips with an almost desperation to them. His hands cupped my face, pulling it closer to his. The sharp burn on alcohol was on his breath. I vaguely wondered if he needed liquid courage before doing this.
I sat there stunned for a second. I had thought he was all talk. I never would have expected...this.
In the next second, I tried to pull back, putting my hands on his chest for leverage. This had to be a drunken mistake. I was sure he would apologize after. Instead of releasing me, his grip on me tightened marginally and his tongue forced its way into my mouth.
This time, I roughly shoved him away with both hands on his chest, making him rock back and almost fall over. Before he could recover, I reared back my fist and slammed it into his eye. Pain exploded from my hand but I did not care. Anger and revulsion fueled me. How dare he?!
I rolled back and onto my feet putting necessary space between us otherwise I would be tempted to hit him again. He knew I only saw him as a friend. He knew I had no plans to leave Randleman. Yet he still kissed me without my consent...forced himself on me!
Staring wide-eyed, anger and betrayal warring within me, I watched him right himself and placed a hand over the eye I had hit.
"You're too good for him." In anyone else it might have sounded like begging, but from him, someone I had thought was my friend, he made it sound like he was stating a fact. "You deserve better. Please, give us a chance. I could-"
I turned on my heel and fled before he could finish. If I heard another word from him, I would not be held responsible for my actions. Right now though, I needed Randleman. I needed comfort and someone to soothe the ache in my heart. I needed the taste of someone I did not want off my lips. The feeling of his hands erased from my memory. Of his tongue awkwardly plundering my mouth and leaving a lingering hint of beer.
The barn door slammed open as I shoved it, not even caring about how loud it was. Most of the men should still be awake. The barn they were billeted in was nice enough. There was a cot for each person and plenty of blankets. My feet moved on autopilot, eating up the ground beneath me. I knew he would be on his cot, waiting for me to return like every night to say goodnight before I headed to the house I was billeted in.
"Hey! What's got-"
Whatever Luz saw on my face immediately shut him up. A heavy silence filled the barn as I stormed over to where Bull reclined, cigar in his mouth. He slowly sat up, pulling the cigar from between his lips. Before he could say anything I pressed my lips to his in a bruising, passionate kiss. Something we NEVER did in front of others. I did not care though. I needed the taste of Arthur off my lips. I needed to trade the taste of alcohol for a cigar.
Soon as I released him, I felt loathing towards myself. Bile stung my throat. I just forced a kiss on him. Not to show my affection but in demand to mask the taste of another. What was wrong with me? This was the man I loved. How could I have done this to him? It was selfish. Disgust flooded me, aimed at myself and now all I wanted to do was hide and cry.
Panicking and without a word, I turned to step away but before I could move further, a firm grip wrapped around my wrist, holding me in place.
"Talk to me." He softly said in that calm drawl of his. I could not help but instantly feel some of the tension loosen inside of me.
Tears blurred my vision, disgust at Arthur's actions and my own. I could only stare at the ground, shaking my head. My chest was tight, throat thick with suppressed sobs.
"Little lady, what happened?" He asked quietly, dipping his head to try and catch my eye.
Martin, who had been sitting on the next cot over, spoke up. "Why are your knuckles bruised?" A second later, his voice turned hard and demanding. "Who hurt you?"
The hand holding me, tugged me back, pulling me into his lap. Comforting warmth enveloped me as Randleman wrapped his arms around me. I laid my head on his broad chest, his heartbeat a soothing sound under my ear. I forced the treacherous tears away. This was not something I would let control my emotions. Arthur was not worth it. All this did was show his true colors. A gentle kiss on the top of my head reminded me who mattered most to me. Who promised to always have my back and never doubt me. Like I promised to never doubt him and always be there for him. He was my best friend, my lover...maybe even one day my future.
"He kissed me." I finally muttered, my face still buried in his chest.
"Mmm?"
I leaned back slightly to meet my boyfriend’s concerned gaze. "Arthur….he kissed me and said….well, it doesn't matter now."
"So ya clocked him?" He asked.
I nodded.
"Good."
"I never thought… I didn't think he would force me and…"
"Shhh, s'alright." He rubbed my back, holding me close. "I'll take care of it."
I did not even question his statement, caught up in my own emotions and soaking in his comforting presence. I could not tell if I was overreacting. I felt justified to be upset and angry at Arthur. At the moment, I did not want to think about it anymore. I wanted to forget Arthur and what just happened. I just wanted Randleman, his soft touches and calming aura.
Above my head Randleman and Martin's gazes meet with a darkness simmering underneath. Martin nodded and got up, stalking out of the barn after telling the others to leave me alone.
*****
"Heard ya kissed my girl." Randleman stated, watching the black-haired Private who had made you almost cry. An unforgivable sin in his eyes. A little flirting never bothered him, he usually found it amusing to watch their faces when they realized he was your man. He could practically see the wheels turning, questioning how someone like him could have caught himself such a beautiful, smart, talented woman like you. Often he questioned it himself but thanked his lucky stars daily for blessing him with you.
But when someone actively hurt you. When they made you cry. There would be hell to pay...and he had no qualms about doling out justified retribution.
Arthur looked over his shoulder before turning back to counting boxes next to a supply truck. "Yeah? Who told you that?"
"She did and some of the stuff you've been saying to her." The Arkansas man chuckled. "Got a nice shiner there too."
"So? It's true.' Arthur whipped around, eyes blazing. Though, one eye was distinctly bloodshot with a fantastic array of colors around it. "You're nothing but a redneck that can't-"
"You're gonna need to shut the fuck up before you say another word." Martin interrupted, moving to stand next to Bull in silent support.
"Who the hell are you? Some bodyguard? Redneck here can't fight his own battles?"
Martin glared, crossing his arms over his chest.
The Private sneered. "Your grim reaper look don't scare me."
"That's where you're wrong." Martin stated, rolling his shoulders, signature glare still in place. "I'm not the grim reaper. He's on holiday. I'm his replacement….and I don't need a sickle to beat your ass."
"I don't need to hear this shit." Arthur tried to move around the side of the truck only to come face to face with a grinning Guarnere and smug Toye.
"Hi ya, cowboy."
"Who the fuck are you two?" Arthur demanded, eyes hard and fists clenched.
Toye shrugged, lighting a cigarette. "Concerned citizens."
Arthur tried to move around them but Guarnere shoved him back.
"Shut the fuck up, cowboy, and listen to the man before I kick your teeth in."
"You can kick your leg that high?" Toye asked, looked over to his friend casually.
"You know what- shut up, Joe."
"I'd rather see Martin go grim reaper on his ass." Toye shrugged.
Martin grinned wickedly. "Would be my pleasure."
Randleman spoke up, drawing Arthur's attention back to him. "Ya stay away from my woman. I hear ya talkin' to her again, I can promise ya, they won't find ya body."
"Are you threatening me?" Arthur drew himself up to his full height, which to most guys might have been a challenge, but he was still shorter than the taller than average Randleman.
With the way this jack-ass was acting, Randleman almost wished he would try and take a swing. Give him a reason to knock his arrogant ass on the ground.
"No, son. That's a promise." Randleman exhaled, smoke drifting lazily out of his mouth from his trusty cigar. "We'll be lettin' ya get back to work now."
"Run along, boy." Martin leveled a hard look at Arthur that would have even the devil himself reconsidering his options.
Leveling his own less-than-impressive glare, Arthur looked at the four guys that surrounded him before turning on his heel and walking away.
"I gotta ask." Toye started as they watched the Private leave. He turned to look at his friend. "Can you really get your leg up-"
"Shut up, Toye, before I kick your teeth in."
"I mean maybe Perco or Luz you could but-"
Randleman chuckled as Guarnere tried to put Toye in a headlock. He could only hope this Arthur was smart enough to heed his warning.
*****
I sat in the mess hall, well, the building that had been converted into a mess hall for the Airbourne. Randleman sat on my right, hand holding mine underneath the table. Smoky on my left was arguing across the table with Skinny about something dumb. Honestly, I had already zoned their conversation out. Further down the table, Buck was telling a story from his Rose Bowl days that had those listening in absolute stitches.
A smile teased my lips as I glanced around the table. Sometimes it would randomly hit me how lucky I was to be in Easy Company. They were idiots, but my idiots. Except for Bull. He would always be my man.
I looked up to peek at the other table of Easy boys but froze when I noticed Arthur walking down the aisle, trying to find a seat. As if feeling my gaze, he looked my way. Instead of flashing me his signature smile or a quick wink and continuing on….he glared. Anger flared in me, ready to explode once again. Our paths had not crossed since the day he kissed me, which I was infinitely grateful for. I was unsure how I would handle it if he tried to approach me. Now seeing him, all I could think of was hitting him again. I could tell the black eye I had given him was not as bright, the colors dulling into yellows instead of black and blue. There was a sense of pride that he somehow had to explain his black eye to any who asked.
Then I realized his glare was not aimed at me but to my right, at Randleman beside me. Confused, I glanced up expecting to see Bull listening to Buck with the corner of his lips turned up slightly in amusement. Instead he was staring back at Arthur with a stoic expression and stern eyes. My gaze darted between the two, wondering what was going on. As far as I knew, they had never spoken; though the tension radiating between the two practically screamed confrontation. After a long moment, Arthur gave a curt nod and walked on by.
"What just happened?" I murmured, eyeing my boyfriend.
"Nothin'."
"Bull…"
He glanced down at me, slinging his arm around my shoulders and tucking me into his side. "Told ya I'd take care of it."
I stared expectantly, waiting for the explanation.
"We just came to an understandin'." He finally said.
"Did you threaten him?"
His reply was a brief wink.
I laughed, snuggling closer into his side.
"I told ya, little lady. I'm ya man and I don't take too kindly to others tryin' to take my position."
"Mmm...I think you're a keeper." After a moment, I smirked. "So I probably shouldn't tell you about the Sergeant in Dog Company who tried to give me flowers yesterday."
"Flowers, huh?" He grinned down at me, eyes alight with mischief. "Least he's got class. What ya do?"
"I pretended to be allergic and kept sneezing whenever he tried to talk to me after."
He laughed, planting a kiss to the top of my head. "Do I need to start gettin' ya things too?"
"No," I reached up to kiss his jawline, making him blush. "I just want you...and maybe some chocolate."
"I think I can manage that, little lady."
#band of brothers#Band of Brothers fandom#band of brothers fanfic#band of brothers x reader#band of brothers imagine#bull randleman#bull randleman x reader#denver bull randleman#johnny martin#george luz#floyd talbert#bill guarnere#joe toye#reader insert#based on tumblr post#mzwrites
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tag game: url song
spell your url with song titles and then tag as many people as there are letters
thank you for the tag @malarkgirlypop, you have great music taste btw !!
bullet with butterfly wings - the smashing pumpkins,
leaving tonight - the neighborhood
o children - nick cave and the bad seeds
o superman - laurie anderson
duvet - boa
scott street - phoebe bridgers
the night we met - lord huron
ain't no sunshine - bill withers
i know it's over - the smiths
need 2 - pinegrove
eyes without a face - billy idol
dog days are over - florence + the machine
show me how - men i trust
a burning hill - mitski
it almost worked - tv girl
new person, same old mistakes - tame impala
the chain - fleetwood mac
tagging as many ppl as i can (no pressure!) - @ronsparky, @mads-weasley, @lostloveletters, @problematicfavesareproblematic, @softguarnere, @brassknucklespeirs, @midnightfictionlibrary, @bellewintersroe, @dcyllom, @joetoyesbrassknuckles101, @whollyjoly
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an introductory hc based on the nonsense we've imagined this week.... this is only a little of a lot i have written 😈
• you'd been working in the kitchen's of the toccoa camp for exactly a week before any trainees started to show up
• and it was a good thing you'd started early planning and prepping meals
• because once the men started to arrive the kitchen came ever more alive
• you were always making something
• breakfast, dinner, and the occasional treat for you and the few friends you'd made during early morning baking sessions
• but you'd hardly formed any connections outside of the kitchen walls
• not until george luz held up the line during lunch one afternoon
• it was just after you broke the heart of some young hopeful who wondered if there was any dessert
• there wasn't
• and as you served the rowdy lot, george luz stepped right across from the little window you worked in
• and before he'd even so much as properly introduced himself he said
• "that's not such bad news. one look at you's all it takes to sooth my sweet tooth."
• and after you shot the guy a warning glance he sort of shuffled on his way
• much to the relief of the impatient line of boys to his right
• "though im sure you're a world class confectioner."
• he added with less of a flirt in his tone and more of a real genuine kindness you couldn't help but consider
• and you had to chuckle as he shot you a showy wink just before taking his tray and finding someplace to go
• you decided then and there that, one day, you would take george by surprise
• and prove you really could make a damn good dessert.........
😈
P L E A S E PEARL I NEED THE REST OF THESE- I BEG OF YOU
YALL @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @how-are-those-nuts-sarge @problematicfavesareproblematic idk if any of you love george luz the way that i do but this? how could she leave us hanging like that?
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Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!
I was tagged by @mrsalwayswrite - thank you! I’ve been so lucky to make so many fast friends in this fandom over the last year, and (I think) have done some of my best writing due to the encouragement and support of my pals. Thank you to everyone who’s liked/reblogged/replied!
I’m also linking to my other writing blog @sunlightdances because I had a few things there I was proud of this year!
For HBO War:
Lost Your Head (Inside Your Heart): Post-War Easy officers reunion + you. This was the reason I made this blog! My very first HBO War fic feat. our fave murder Captain. I got some great feedback on this which made creating this blog much less scary. I’m working on a sequel for this and am just really happy with how it turned out. (Ron Speirs x Reader)
Officer’s Club: She and Speirs are sneaking around at Toccoa. This idea literally wouldn’t leave my head. I just love writing for Speirs so much - he’s a fascinating character, and getting to imagine what he might have been like at Toccoa is a really fun space to play in. (Ron Speirs x OC)
Clouds Overhead: In Melbourne, Hoosier finds her, and they both find some peace. My first fic for The Pacific - just really happy with how this one turned out; I was really worried about my characterization of Hoosier and the reader/OFC character, but whenever I’ve re-read this one, I’ve been proud of it. (Hoosier Smith x Reader/OFC)
For Marvel:
Safe Place to Land: You and Bucky are both standing up for Steve and Peggy’s wedding. Checking in at the hotel for the weekend, you’re horrified to realize there’s been a problem. A big problem. I wrote this for my favorite trope: BED SHARING. It’s a monster fic - but I’m so proud of this one. I’ve gotten some amazing feedback that made me want to curl up in a ball and cry, but like, in a good way. (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
For SPN:
One Good Reason: Dean never brings women back to the bunker. It figures the one time he breaks his own rule, the state issues a lockdown. Navigating the next month is an exercise in trust, patience, and falling in love. This series was my answer to having a lot of anxiety during quarantine and nowhere to funnel it. Tried to make it a little humorous, but mostly living vicariously through the scenario of getting stuck with a handsome man to quarantine with. A girl can dream, right? Also LOL at my earlier self thinking quarantine was only going to be a month long. WOW. (Dean Winchester x Reader)
Tags for anyone who wants to do this: @mercurygray @basilone @problematicfavesareproblematic @wexhappyxfew @lipstickandwhiskey
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2, 3, and 27!
2 - Who are some of your favorite creators/mutuals?
Um, everybody? To pick a few probably @deputy-buck , @mutantmanifesto , and @problematicfavesareproblematic . @prxttyvixens hasn't been super active as of late but I still love their writing (especially the Garza fics👀, thank you for feeding me)
3 - What are some fics that you reread?
Oh! Boy, does this puppy stick in mah brain @hamlets-ghost-zaddy has a GREAT Shifty fic that has made me mentally unwell <3
A smutty one I adore is on ao3 Swinging on a Star {'Cause I kind of love you. A lot.} by rixie_rhee very well written filth <3 lots of emotion too. Love it.
27 - Favorite moment in the fandom? A tad selfish, but I'm so happy and proud everytime someone reblogs my Dates for Band of Brothers, I'm really happy people are finding something they needed. Plus it's a list and they automatically bring me joy
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Heyo! Do you think you could do something for George Luz? I’m just in the mood for something really soft for the sunshine boy 🥺☀️ If you need an idea, maybe just them cuddling or him brushing the reader’s hair…I’m so sorry I’m so soft right now 🙈 please do whatever you want! Thanks 💜
if you read @problematicfavesareproblematic's Joe Toye fic about him brushing the readers hair, i can just see him doing this.
Especially if you're too busy to remember to take care of yourself. Sure he might make jokes here and there but you not putting yourself first scares and worries him. He's a mother hen as well as a 5 year old.
He cannot take care of himself for the life of him. Seriously. Do not let this man ever live alone. He will use orange juice to sweeten up his coffee, he will think jello for dinner is just as healthy as eating a pizza with a deconstructed burger on top. For some reason, he is extremely good at taking care of you. My pet peeve is people treating their s/o like their child. And all these canons of him screwing everything up may be true but one thing is for certain and that is he loves taking care of you. He's seen so many things in the war and being able to be with you is calming, no shouting orders, no time crunches. He's able to take care of you and be with you. Which may be the reason George Luz loves brushing your hair when you are too busy to take care of yourself.
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