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liebgotts-lovergirl · 1 year

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All For One & One For All

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Summary: In trying to tear them apart, Captain Sobel just accidentally brought them closer. A/N: Just a lil friendship flashback blurb thing that came to me while I was working on Chapter 11 & I figured I'd put it out there lol bc platonic friendships are important!! Taglist: @latibvles @softguarnere @brassknucklespeirs @wwhatev3r @mccall-muffin

6 Months Earlier: March 18th, 1944. Aldbourne, England.

“I’m gonna kill myself,” Don muttered, hauling what felt like the millionth pile of dirt over his shoulder.

“I’m gonna kill him myself,” Alix replied out of the corner of her mouth, digging her shovel violently into the Earth with renewed vigor, as though spearing Sobel straight through the heart.

“Not if I do it first,” Skip mumbled back to her with a roll of his eyes. “Can you believe this is our fucking Saturday?"

“I don’t remember giving you three permission to speak!” Sobel bellowed from the outside of the ditch, pacing from one end to the other like a caged animal.

“Sir,” Skip half-panted, in a tone of forced diplomacy. “We’ve been at this since dawn and it’s almost ten now. When can-”

“You will be digging these damn ditches until I tell you to stop, Sergeant Muck!” Sobel interrupted, nostrils flaring.

"Your times from yesterday morning's run were so pathetic that you should be grateful I didn't make you run beforehand!”

Well what did you fucking expect, Alix wanted to retort.

Don was sick as a dog, and both she and Skip were nursing hangovers on zero sleep, having spent most of Thursday night taking care of Malarkey after they returned from the pub.

What the hell did Sobel expect them to be after all that, Olympic fucking medalists?

Digging pointless ditches only to fill them back in was one of Sobel's favorite punishments and the three of them seemed to always be first on his shit-list: Alix for insubordination and her smart mouth, Skip for lateness, and Don seemingly just for existing.

Don stopped digging to let out another hacking cough into his elbow and Sobel’s nose crinkled disdainfully.

Keeping his head tilted down, Skip still managed to exchange worried glances with Alix.

Don's flu had only been getting worse under the constant training in the English rain, and his best friends both wondered silently how long Don could remain working before he collapsed.

Finally, the agent resolved to say something.

She couldn't let this asshole Sobel endanger her friend, even if it meant taking on more punishments herself.

“Sir, Mal can barely stand!" Alix protested, pausing from her work momentarily to wipe away the sweat trickling down her forehead.

She was trying her best to remain civil but it was a Herculean effort.

"Punish me and Skip all you'd like but Don is too fucking sick to be here. He needs rest and a doctor before he gets any worse!"

Sobel glared down at her for a moment and Alix could see the cogs turning in his mind before he spoke.

"It's Martinelli, isn't it?" he asked finally, eyes narrowed as he scrutinized her. "Our Sparrow-in-Training."

You have my file; you know damn well who I am, Alix wanted to snap, but she managed a "Yes sir" from between gritted teeth.

“Well Martinelli," he spat as though her name was a curse word.

"You don't give the orders around here. I do. And since you three had the worst times yesterday, you will be digging ditches until I tell you otherwise. Is that clear?"

"Then let me dig Don's section," Alix pushed. "So he doesn't have to."

"I can help!" Skip volunteered but Sobel ignored them, continuing on his tirade.

"Director Donovan and the OSS might see something special in you, Martinelli, but d’you want to know what I see?”

Not particularly but I know you're going to tell me, Alix thought dryly but outwardly she held her tongue, glaring down at her shovel as she dug up another round of soil and threw it over her shoulder.

He was deliberately trying to rankle her by ignoring her concerns about Don's health, framing it as though she were trying to give orders above her station.

What a piece of shit.

“I see a spoiled brat who thinks she’s too good to be here because Daddy paid her way into the OSS."

Alix set her jaw but Sobel was just getting started.

"You may be Donovan's little princess back at HQ," he sneered. "But as long as you are positioned with Easy for your cover, you are under my command and I will not be allowing this type of insubordination to go unpunished. Get out of the ditch."

Alix's brows knit.

"Sir?"

"Get. Out. Of. The. Ditch." he repeated, overenunciating his words as though she were a child.

Once she'd climbed out, Sobel, who towered over her at 6 foot 1, regarded her as though she were an ant beneath his boots.

"Count yourself fortunate that I can't kick you out, Martinelli," he all but snarled at her.

"Because I wouldn't hesitate. You're not cut out for the Airborne."

"Good thing I didn't sign up for it then, sir."

Shit.

Alix's mouth moved faster than her brain sometimes.

Most times, she thought ruefully.

A snicker escaped Skip's mouth before he could stop it and Sobel's head whipped around, descending on him like a hawk.

"Do you think insubordination is funny, Sergeant?"

"N-No sir," Skip choked out, trying to disguise his laughter as coughs. "Not funny at all, sir."

Sobel was wearing a sanguine smirk, pacing in front of Skip and Alix's section of the ditch as though he were deciding what method of torture would be most appropriate for each of them.

The sadistic bastard was enjoying this.

"Agent Martinelli," he announced, turning back to lock eyes with Alix. She could see a vein pulsing in his forehead but she kept her eyes focused, squinting in the morning sun.

She would not be the first to blink.

"Since you seem to enjoy assuming a leadership role when it has not been assigned to you, you will be running the officers' course: 5 miles at full-speed and you will be timed. Your handler ran it in 35 minutes. Since you seem to think you rank even higher, let's see if you can run it in 25."

Alix drew her bottom lip between her teeth to keep from yelling, biting down so hard that she tasted blood.

He's insane, she thought to herself. He's officially fucking lost it.

Another impossible task, and all because she had been a little tired during the morning run.

She could've screamed, especially when she saw the gloating look on Sobel's face.

"I may not be able to kick you out, Martinelli, but by the end of today, you will wish that I had."

"We'll see, sir."

"Muck, Malarkey" Sobel barked, turning his attention to her other friends. "Get out of the ditch."

Skip exhaled sharply through his nose, as though he was releasing any hope of having a good day, but he too clambered out of the ditch before reaching down to help Don as well.

"Since I would hate to break up the Three fucking Musketeers--"

Sobel's voice was dripping with so much sarcasm that it left Alix seriously considered how much it would cost her to accidentally poison the man's coffee some fine morning.

"You two will be accompanying Agent Martinelli on the Officers' Course. But this is not a playdate, you three. You will be competing. The one with the slowest time will be filling in this unfinished ditch all by themself."

Alix cocked an eyebrow.

She knew the game he was playing. It was the same game that the headmistress played at St. Mary's: trying to pit friends against each other.

Sobel got a real kick out of being divisive and Alix suspected that whatever else was going on in his life, he wanted everyone else to suffer for it too.

Well, tough shit.

She might've actually felt sorry for him if he wasn't such a jackass.

But Sobel was the sort of man who would probably kick puppies for fun.

He was clearly banking on the fact that if they were busy fighting with each other, they'd be less effective against him so he was trying his damnedest to sow some discord between them.

But he didn't know Warren Muck, not like they did.

Skip was the glue that held everything together, the ever-patient mediator.

Don and Alix may have been quick to anger but never him.

Infinitely good-natured, the Skipper wasn't one to hold a grudge and he as well as anyone knew what Sobel's modus operandi was. It would take more than a stupid punishment from Sobel to make him truly angry at either her or Don.

"What are you waiting for?" Sobel shouted, seemingly morbidly overjoyed to watch them struggle through the course. "Get a move on! You're wasting daylight."

"Yes sir," Alix spit with as much venom as she had in her as the three headed off.

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"That man is the Devil in jump boots, I swear," Skip remarked from her right side at his usual bounding pace "I'd stake my life on it."

"You're not wrong, Skipper," Don wheezed through another loud cough, his speed starting to lag. "I'm pretty sure he's tryna kill me."

"Sure seems like it," Alix panted in reply, slowing down to match Don's pace. "Sorry I got you guys smoked too though. I would've rather it've just been me."

"No sweat," Skip chirped cheerfully, still practically skipping, true to his name. "Beats digging more stupid ditches!"

Don managed a small grin.

The bounce in Skip's step never seemed to fade, no matter how dark the day.

"And besides," Skip continued. "At least we're all getting smoked together, right? Builds character."

"Well by the time we're done in Aldbourne, we'll probably have the most fucking character of anyone in the damn whole company," Don joked.

"You're welcome," Alix snarked, the heavy footfalls of her boots sending clouds of dirt up like a small stampede.

"Guys, did he really call us the Three fucking Musketeers as an insult," Don laughed, which quickly turned into a sneeze.

"Or was that just a product of my flu-addled imagination?"

"No, it was real," Alix commented with a grin. "Not a bad book either, Les Trois Mousquetaires. I read it at St. Mary's."

"Hey, no kidding!" Skip's face lit up from beside her. "I read it in school too!"

"Weren't they also called--" Don broke off due to another coughing fit and Skip finished for him.

"The Three Inseparables, yep!"

"'We are never seen one without the others...Athos, Porthos, and Aramis, the Three Inseparables.'" Alix recited from memory.

"And D'Artagnan, the extra," Don added. "But he doesn't really count, does he?"

"I know Sobel meant it as an insult but is it terrible that I actually kinda like it?" Skip asked. "'S pretty fitting, I think."

Alix shook her head.

"It's definitely fitting," she piped up in agreement. "Plus, anything that Sobel hates is pretty much automatically my new favorite thing."

"Agreed," Don replied. "But now we need to figure out what're we gonna do about this stupid fucking competition. We'll be at the end soon."

Malarkey was right, Alix mused, trying to ignore the ever-increasing burning of her muscles as they ran.

They were nearing the end of the course and Sobel would soon be expecting two winners and a loser.

Since Malarkey was sick, most likely, Sobel was betting on him finishing last so that he could be forced to fill in the ditch, but neither Skip nor Alix were going to let that happen.

"Well, the answer's right there, isn't it?" Alix commented and both Skip and Don cocked their heads.

"Care to elaborate?" Skip asked at the same time Don managed to choke out "Share" in between a string of thunderous sneezes.

"'Tous pour un, un pour tous!'"

Skip shook his head.

"Sorry, no dice. Translation please?"

"'All for one and one for all,'" Alix answered brightly.

"We finish the race at the same time, together, that way Sobel can't make any one of us fill the ditch in alone. The work'll go much faster between the three of us!"

"'All for one and one for all,'" Skip repeated, a grin spreading across his face. "I love it. You in, Mal?"

"Of course I'm in!" Malarkey piped up. "Man, I can't wait to see the pissed off look on his face when he realizes we won't play his stupid fucking games!"

And Malarkey was right.

The sense of pure triumph and satisfaction that Alix felt watching Sobel's face turn red with fury as the three of them crossed the finish line arm-in-arm was enough to get her sore muscles through even the most strenuous parts of refilling the ditch afterwards.

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ithinkabouttzu · 1 year

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Types of physical affection (BoB)

Genre: Romance; fluff

warnings: a sickening amount of fluff

*gn reader*

Dick Winters // back hugs

Honestly, getting a back hug from him would feel so nice. When he comes home from work, the first thing he does when he sees you is give you a big back hug, the way your head leans back perfectly into the crease of his neck, the way his hands feel wrapped around your waist, it’s almost perfect. Back hugs are definitely his special little way of showing you how much he loves you.

Carwood Lipton // cheek kisses

Omg omg, cheek kisses from him are the sweetest thing ever, like actually, he would definitely give you multiple pecks on the cheek throughout the day, honestly for him, it’s a simple but affective and it’s something he can do in public. And he also thinks it’s the sweetest thing when you give him a kiss on the cheek.

Lewis Nixon // massaging/caressing

After a long day, sometimes you just need a good massage, and he would be more than welcome to give you one, it’s not just massages, more just like caressing your body for you in reassurance, when his hands are on you, he’s just showing you how much he loves you, it’s honestly so relaxing and therapeutic, it just clears your head when you really need it, plus he is always ready to give you one if you need it.

Joe Toye // hip holding

Man just loves holding your hips when you guys are together, whether it’s cuddling, or you’re cooking something and it just so happens that he’s right behind you, he’s holding your hips for you 24/7. 1 because he thinks your hips are a soft place to put his hands, 2 because he is also insanely attracted by your hips like omg. Let him just hold and guide your hips when you guys are together and he will be a happy man

Joe Liebgott // hand squeezing

Let me explain; he would love holding your hand, it’s a perfect amount of pda and it shows that he’s got you in some form or way, when he squeezes your hand it’s so reassuring, it’s his non verbal way letting you know that he loves you, or for example, you start to get nervous or anxious, he’ll squeeze your hand, letting you know that everything will be alright. It’s so cute and it just shows you that he’s there for you.

Bill Guarnere // kissing

He’s a simple man, when he’s excited or is loving you a little extra that day, he’ll give you extra extra kisses. He thinks it’s a pretty straight forward way of showing you that he loves you. He doesn’t care who’s watching, if he feels like it, he’s gonna kiss you no matter what, his kisses could mean anything, a sweet kiss, a passionate kiss, it could be to initiate something or just to tell you he loves you.

George Luz // tickling

If he sees you down and out, the first thing he’s gonna do is ask you if you’re okay, then he’s gonna tickle you, he honestly loves tickling you because he loves to hear you giggle, he thinks it’s so cute and when he sees you smile, he gets sooo happy. It’s also his #1 way of saying sorry to you, if he accidentally made you mad, he’s going to try and tickle his way out of it. It’s a win-win in his eyes.

Eugene Roe // forehead kisses

forehead kisses are his special little thing that shows you how much he cares about you. Going to bed? forehead kisses. About to leave for work? forehead kisses. It’s just such a romantic way to comfort someone in his eyes. A sweet kiss on the forehead and hug after = perfection. Really he loves kissing anywhere on your face, but forehead is his favorite, it’s simple, but it’s so full of love.

Bull Randleman // hugging

Who wouldn’t want to get a hug from this sweet giant? His hugs are honestly so amazing, one hug from him and you will feel like a brand new, he loves giving you a hug because he can tell how much better you feel after getting one. It’s honestly so cute because he will just come up to you out of nowhere and give you a huge hug. His hugs are so soft and full of love, you just can’t get enough.

Floyd Talbert // Wandering hands

He loves just wandering his hands around your body, it’s so romantic to him, finding little birth marks, or little freckles here and there on your body, if you guys are watching a movie, or just cuddling is when he usually does it, it’s not always sexual, but sometimes just feeling your body is so comforting to him, if you let him do it he will be so calm and probably fall asleep 10 minutes into the movie.

Skip Muck // Face kisses

Omg he loves just planting little kisses here and there all over your face, it’s so cute to him just to see a smile come out of you when he does it. Please just let him wake you up by kissing your face at least once, it will literally make him so happy. And if you do it to him? omg he will literally be the happiest man on earth I promise you that, he just loves kissing your face so so much omg.

Don Malarkey // Hand kissing

What’s more romantic than a guy kissing your hand? It’s honestly so cute when he does it. Every time he does it, it makes you feel so much happier, plus it makes him feel just so complete. He’s a total gentleman every time he does it, bae is definitely ✨ the standard ✨ when it comes to romantic gestures. It’s subtle and cute at the same time, and he thinks it’s such a classic, romantic touch that every guy should do.

Babe Heffron // cuddling

Cuddling is such a classic way of comfort for him, when he cuddles you, he’s really just showing you how much he loves and cares for you, (plus how comfy you are) He wants to make sure you feel 100% safe and secure when he’s around so he will always try and cuddle you in some shape or form. Cuddles are a staple in your guys’ relationship and it’s honestly so important when it comes to falling asleep LOL.

Shifty Powers // hand holding

This sweet man loves to hold your hand, it’s a sweet and subtle gesture that shows you he’s here in the moment with you. He just feels so connected to you when he holds your hand tbh, it also makes him feel like he’s doing a good job as your boyfriend, making everyone know that you’re his, but not in a super noticeable way, it’s a super cute way of him showing you that he loves you 😭

Frank Perconte // Stroking your hair

Omg he loves stroking your hair so much, like literally if he starts playing with your hair he will get sleepy on the spot. He thinks your hair is so soft and nice he just can’t not play with it. It’s also so comforting and reassuring when he strokes your hair, it’s his non verbal way of telling you he loves you. He also loves brushing your hair too, he thinks it’s so cute when you get sleepy by him doing it omg.

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mccall-muffin · 2 years

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Account for allrounder fandoms @its-all-or-nothing94

Joe Liebgott Love vs. Hate - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 , Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23 , Part 24 (Ongoing) Better late than never - Part 1, Part 2 (Completed) Will you? (Secret Santa gift)

Don Malarkey The other Side (OneShot) Blind (OneShot)

Dick Winters I can't come to the pacific with you (OneShot)

Ron Speirs You are loved (OneShot) Panic (OneShot) Hard desicions (One Shot)

Babe Heffron Little Kitty - Part 1, Part 2, Christmas Special (Completed)

Carwood Lipton What lasts long finally becomes good (OneShot, Request) The things you don't know - Prologue, Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3 (Ongoing)

Joe Toye The price I pay (OneShot, Request)

Eugene Roe You oughta know (OneShot, Request)

John "Bucky" Egan The Lady and the Major - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (Complete)

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bobparkhurst · 14 days

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WIPs update

SAS: Rogue Heroes/ Band of Brothers crossover:

The Paddy Mayne / Don Malarkey multific epic, currently consisting of:

Paris Adventures (Tour Guide Don) - Ch3 by next Monday

It Happened One Night (Chronic Pain edition) - Oneshot by next Monday

Epistolary shenanigans (What do you mean you’re going to the Antarctic instead of talking about your feelings)

- The Terror: Black Dog, a spooky Joplittle AU (due end of this month) - Done

SAS Rogue Heroes

Dragon Age AU, another multific thing, currently consisting of

Paddy and Eoin Do A Heist (And Get Haunted)

Fraser and Pals Fight Some Evil Trees (And Get Haunted)

Justified

Secret Exchange Fic that's making me laugh SO hard you guys

Masters of the Air

Longform OC fic, feat. The Honorable Reenie Byrd-Caldwell, of the Women's Timber Corps

and introducing the Debutantes (a scattering of OCs who were all presented during the 1939 London season, who are about to be flung hither and yon during the years between 1939 and 1945. And beyond.) , Susan Miller, Charmian "Prince" Rennold, Lady Ned Carew-Spencer and Beatrice Westcott.

plus prompts, I know I have them and ficlets around other OCs and various bits of foofaraw.

Keeps me out of trouble I guess.

#bob: wips

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rogue-durin-16 · 1 year

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ROGUE-DURIN-16'S BAND OF BROTHERS MASTERLIST

Key: f=fluff || a=angst || f-a=fluff+angst || ≈f=mostly fluff || ≈a=mostly angst || os=oneshot || hc=headcanons ||mp=multipart || ?=request || db=drabble/blurb

Back to the front line (≈a|os|?)

Mutuals as BoB characters (x)

• DONALD MALARKEY

Request could request a malarkey x reader where the reader got shot in Bastogne and they meet again in Haguenau? w/ a happy ending and teasin from the boys?

Smile for me [Part I] [Part II] [Part III] (f-a|mp)

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

• GEORGE LUZ

'Bout damn time (f|os|?)

Request: Could you write some George Luz fluff where he and the company's female medic have had crushes on each other since Toccoa and their feelings come out while watching Trigger for Talbert while in Holland (set around the Crossroads episode)?

It's just me (f|os)

Summary: Y/n Y/I/n has been playing the matchmaker role for the Easy Company boys since Camp Mackall. Curious about how she is so good at it, George Luz questions his friend about a few things, which leads to one dangerous question; who does the matchmaker fancy?

Stranded (f-alos|?)

Request: may I request a stuck together overnight fic with Luz??

See you around (a|os)

Summary: for most of Easy Company, war took away more than it gave. Pieces of them stayed buried six feet under in foreign land while they were forced to carry on with their lives. George Luz and Y/n Y/I/n, who took time for granted, were no strangers to this tragic fate.

Secrets of an Austrian night (f|os|?)

Summary: Turns out all Y/n needed to pour their heart out was a sleepless night by the fire in a lovely Austrian hotel.

• JOSEPH LIEBGOTT

You got me, I got you (a|os)

Summary; the European conflict seems to be coming to an end when Easy Company stumbles upon the true horrors of it. This terrible discovery shakes Liebgott to his core, forcing him to be pulled back by Y/n. Having some time alone with each other, their friendship appears to be reaching its culmination.

Handle the situation (a|os|?)

Request: Can I request an angsty lieb x reader fic in which the reader pushes alley away from the potato masher at crossroads and it hits her instead and like joe is literally dying inside cuz they had been fighting prior to that?

Poison in your coffee (f|os|?)

Request: got a request for you, Liebgott x reader with the prompt "+If I were your wife, I'd put poison in your tea/-If I were your husband, I'd drink it"?? Not too angsty.

The bridesmaid problem (≈f|os)

Summary: Y/n and Joe's friendship, much like the war, came to an abrupt end in Berchtesgaden. Years later, in their close friend's wedding, fate provides them a second chance to mend what they broke off.

• WILLIAM GUARNERE

Deserve better (f-a|os|?)

Request: Can request angst to fluff fic with bill guarnere x reader, where maybe they see each other after the war, when she comes to Philadelphia to see him but he's like, 'you should find someone better than me' y'know?

• MULTI PAIRINGS

Sniper s/o (f|hc|?)

The boys reacting to their significant other being a great shot and having a high kill count. (Luz, Liebgott, Malarkey, Shifty)

Artsy!reader & Easy Co. (f|hc|?)

The boys reacting to the reader sketching them. (Toye, Luz, Bull, Shifty)

Women in suits (f|hc|?)

The boys admiring women wearing suits. (Malarkey, Hoobler, Luz, Shifty, Bull)

#band of brothers masterlist #don malarkey x reader #george luz x reader #bill guarnere x reader #shifty powers x reader #joe toye x reader #bull randleman x reader #joe liebgott x reader

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ithinkabouttzu · 1 year

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A suggestion for BoB reactions.. How would each react to reader asking for a hug? If you want ☺️

BoB reaction to you asking for a hug

Genre: romance; fluff

Warnings: a dangerous amount of fluff; kissing

Description: Easy Co. Reaction to you asking them for a hug

Please like or reblog if you enjoy! :)

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Dick Winters

You are more than welcome to this man a big hug. I feel when you guys do hug, it’s so nice, like he’s so warm and I just know he would smell good when you hug him. I think he would also ask maybe if something had happened or if something changed to where you’d want a hug from him, “Are you okay? If you need me i’m always here”

Lewis Nixon

He’s just like “okay?” at first. He isn’t really sure why you’d want a hug from him out of the blue, The first part of the hug would be low-key so awkward and then towards the end, he would hug you like an actual human being would. The reason of him being so timid is he probably though you were going to prank him of some kind or put something on him while hugging him. But nonetheless he definitely enjoys it, (even if he refuses to tell you that)

Carwood Lipton

“You want a hug? Well sure!” AHHH HES SO NICE OMG. This man would be so kind about it, like you want a hug from him? Then he’s gonna make sure you get that hug. He’s also just glad that you asked for a hug from him, you could’ve asked anyone else, but you asked him, and the thought that you subconsciously picked him over the other guys makes him blush a little

Joe Toye

When you ask for a hug his whole face changes, he goes from 1-100 reallll quick. He knows it’s not a big gesture and you might not even want a hug in a romantic way, but just asking him politely if he can hug you just makes him go nuts “You want a hug y/n?” in his sexy raspy voice OMGGG. And when you hug him, you’d feel his strong muscles around you and it would feel so nice. He’d be so warm and the strong hold he’d have on you would make you WEAK. The rest of the day he would be extra extra close to you.

Joe Liebgott

You know that one photo of him of him looking up with a smirk on his face? Yeah that’s the same exact face he’d make when you ask him for a hug. “C’mere” In his sexy accent oh my goodness. He’d just be there with open arms until you got to him. When you guys did hug he would hold you tight. He’d have his chin resting on your head, just holding you til you let go. After the hug he’d be smirking at you the whole time. “What’s gotten into you, y/n? hmm?” While he looks down at you, still holding you by the waist (omg omg i’m internally screaming thinking abt this rn)

Bill Guarnere

“You want a hug? Well come here!” He’d actually be really chill about it, (unlike Nix LOL) I think he’d be a good hugger tbh, like he’d be one of those types that give you one big big bear hug that takes your breath away for a moment LOL. He would wrap his arms around you as tight as he can and he might even pick you up a bit if he’s feeling extra. After the hug he’d ask you why you wanted one, and you’d be like, “I just wanted one from you” and his heart would MELTTT “Well come get me anytime you want a hug, you know i’ll give you one anytime”

George Luz

When you ask him for a hug his face just lights up with a huge smile on his face, “Of course y/n!” He’d be the one to actually initiate a hug between you two, I feel like he’d be a real passionate hugger, like when you hug him it’d be 100% bliss, he’s warm and soft, and the way he holds you automatically makes you feel safe and calm. It’s honestly so amazing. He’s arguably one of the best huggers in this bunch for sure. “Well did you like it y/n? Because if you did then we could definitely do it again sometime” With the cutest smile on his face omg.

Bull Randleman

Seriously if you get a hug from him you are so lucky. Arguably one of the best huggers #2. When you ask him for a hug he’d be more than happy to give you one. His hugs would feel so nice and secure. Like you’re hugging a giant teddy bear, you’d be fully buried in his chest and I just know he’d be enjoying it 100% He’s so glad that you asked him for a hug, so he’s gotta make SURE it’s his best hug he’s ever given yk. Once you guys were done hugging he’d give you a sweet kiss on the cheek, before leaving to go do whatever he was doing before, leaving you just like 🤭 the whole time to yourself

Eugene Roe

“You’d like one?” OMG HE’D BE SO ADORABLE. Arguably one of the best hugger #3 His hug would be absolute heaven. I just know he would smell good, his hugs would be big and loving, he’d be soft when you hug him and he would be so gentle not to try and he too rough when he hugs you. like one hug from him and you already feel better than ever, “Are you okay y/n?” “Do you need anything else?” (AHH he’s so caring and thoughtful my heart is exploding omg)

Floyd Talbert

This guy is SO ready when you ask him for a hug. He just runs up to you and sweeps you up off of your feet. He makes sure to give you one giant hug, it would catch you off guard so bad, like you were not expecting that at ALL. He would be really swift and strong with the hug so it was over right after it begun. “Why’d you want a hug, y/n?” Of course he asks you AFTER he gives you the hug. He’s giving you that infamous smirk of his while looking into your eyes, “Well did you like it, doll?”

Skip Muck

you want a hug? Ask skip and oh you got it. When you ask him for a hug he would probably make a little funny comment about it before giving you a nice warm hug. “Well I was hoping you’d ask for one actually” His hug would feel sooo good, like his hugs are an ultimate pick-me-up. They make you feel so much better. Plus the warmth and the softness from his chest and arms are a huge plus. “How’d you like it, y/n?”

Don Malarkey

Hugs from Don release a whole other level of stress off of you fr. When you ask him for a hug he wouldn’t even say anything, he’d just get up to you and wrap his body around yours. His hugs would feel absolutely amazing. He would be so comfortable and hugging him would make you feel so loved and happy. He would ask you if you were okay afterwards or why you wanted a hug. “Just cause I wanted one from you” He’d smile so hard. “Me? A hug from me?” you’d hit him on the shoulder “Yes you, silly” He ended up being the one asking for hugs after that.

Babe Heffron

Serotonin boost but times that by a thousand. That’s what he feels like when you ask him to hug you. “You sure, Because you know my hugs are lethal” He’d joke around with you but is kinda freaking out. He lets out an audible sigh that he did NOT mean for you to hear when he hugs you, leaving him super embarrassed but he still tries to play it off as if it didn’t happen. “Are you sure your hugs are any danger again? Because the only person I know who was really enjoying it was you” Of course you had to tease him back about it. Making his face even redder than before.

Frank Perconte

You want a hug? You got it. Just ask the man and he will be more than happy to give you one. “Come here y/n” He’d motion you over to him once you asked if you could get a hug from him. His hug would feel very firm but also comfortable at the same time. Almost like a dad hug if that makes sense? I think when you hug him it would last quite a bit. He’d rock you back and forth a little bit before letting go of you. He would just stare into your eyes before kissing your cheek, “So you’d say i’m a good hugger? Right y/n?”

Shifty Powers

Oh man. He is NERVOUS when you ask him for a hug. Of course he’s gonna give you one, because he cares about you too much to decline your offer, but you also might need to give him a moment before he hugs you because he doesn’t want to mess this hug up at all. When he does hug you it feels like heaven. It’s so warm and it makes you feel so relaxed and peaceful. He is so good at hugging (even though he’d never admit it) and when you guys are done hugging you would tell him, “Dang Shifty, you are one good hugger” Winking at him before walking off. Leaving him with his face fully beet red.

Thank you for your request lovely! This was such a good idea and I hope you enjoy!!! If you have any other ideas or suggestions make sure to let me know <333

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ithinkabouttzu · 1 year

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BoB reaction to sharing a bed with their crush

Genre: Romance; FLUFFFF

Warnings: None

Description: BoB reaction to their crush (you) having to share a bed with them

Dick winters

His cheeks turn a deep shade of read when he hears that he has to share a bed with you. He’ll definitely go out of his way to make sure you are comfortable, Pillows, blankets, anything, while also keeping it professional. You guys will probably end up talking a bit before falling asleep. Overall He was super respectful the whole time and just such a gentleman.

Lewis Nixon

Boy is he excited when he hears he’ll be sharing a bed with you. Tries his best to play it cool and seem nonchalant by it, but his mind is going HAYWIRE. Also tries to keep it as professional as he can. I think you guys don’t get as much sleep as y’all intended to because you guys just end up talking for so long. When you guys do go to bed, his arm probably ends up finding his way around your waist in his sleep.

Carwood Lipton

Omg he is such a gentleman. When he heard that you would have to sleep with him he got the bed ready and comfortable for you to sleep in. I think he would try his hardest to sleep on the farthest in of the bed just to be respectful, but later on through the night he just moves closer and closer. You guys probably end up cuddled up with each other. Either while y’all are asleep or awake it just happens.

Joe Toye

He has to continuously tell himself to stop smiling like a total idiot when he learns he has to share a bed with you. He has to play it cool, no matter how much he’s freaking out on the inside. “ Try not to hog the covers, y/n.” You guys would share this super cute banter all night, and each minute he’d get closer and closer. The tension is actually so real, and his raspy sleep voice doesn’t make anything better. You guys keep getting closer till your head is practically in his shoulder. You guys probably end up falling asleep like that and he couldn’t be mad about that for a second.

Joe Liebgott

he’d try to act chill about it but nothing can stop a big smile appear on to his face. You’d be getting into bed and he would just be there admiring you with full on heart eyes. I feel like he’d be the type to ask you if you’re cold a lot just so if you say yes, he can wrap you in his arms. You guys would talk quite a bit before falling asleep, just getting fully comfortable sleeping with each other. And later into the night his hands would definitely find their way around your waist, spooning you from behind. Later in the morning he would def tell you how it was nice and that maybe you guys should room together again sometime.

Bill Guarnere

Tries to act all smug and confident about it, but he’s a real softie at heart. He Makes sure your comfortable before anything. He reminds himself that it’s just sleeping in the same bed, it’s not a big deal. All until you actually get into the bed and he lowkey gets superrr nervous, even to move. Y’all would be in just awkward silence for the most part. until Later in the night he’d probably ask you if you were awake and then you guys would be talking nonstop with each other til early in the morning when you guys fell asleep.

George Luz

omg long story short neither of you get ANY sleep. He just gets so excited when he hears he’ll be sharing a bed with you that he gets a major adrenaline rush, waking him completely up. I think right off the bat you guys just have so much to talk about. He would just ramble to you about anything and everything while you listen completely with heart eyes. You guys would be chatting and giggling into the early hours of the morning, which leaves the other guys literally begging you two to go to sleep or shut up.

Bull Randleman

Boy he gets butterflies when he hears he’s gotta share a bed with you. He’s nervous but also excited? He’s a complete gentleman the whole time and is just an absolute sweetheart. He’s smiley the whole entire time and he has no shame in showing it. It takes almost everything in him not to reach over with his arms and just cuddle/hold you, but overall you’re probably going to get the best sleep of your life cuddling a big teddy bear like him.

Eugene Roe

Okay mans is having a total internal crisis, he doesn’t even know what to say about it and is kinda in shock that you guys will be sleeping together, before you get in there I think he’d be going around the room trying to tidy up and make the bed the comfyest it could get. He’d be freaking out but once you get in there, pjs on and all, he’d already be in bed calm, maybe with a book in his hand or something (unlike before LOL) Let’s also not forget to mention his nice deep voice like, “ Do you need anything? Are you comfy?” OMG

Floyd Talbert

This boy has been WAITING for a moment like this, like he is actually so excited to sleep in the same bed as you. He’s probably trying to figure out how to act when you get in there with him. When you do he’ll probably strike up a random conversation that you guys both get really into, that is until he starts making the worst attempts of flirting in his LIFE (even though that’s what he’s literally good at.) But it keeps you laughing so that’s all that matters to him. You probably fall asleep before him but he would be too busy admiring you to worry about his own sleepiness.

Skip Muck

he’d probably get all cute and giggly with you, despite him being a little shy. You guys would be joking around and he’d probably even make a few flirtatious comments to you out of confidence (which was absolutely adorable omg) “ You look pretty when you’re sleepy, y/n” OMG But you would probably end up falling asleep on his chest after talking almost all night long. He is Literally is enjoying every single second of this night and does not want it to end AT ALL. And when you guys wake up he’d have the sweetest sleepy smile on his face that is positive to make your heart MELTTT

Don Malarkey

He’s excited but his nervousness absolutely takes over in the moment. He’d probably try to go around and make the spot as comfy as possible before you got there, But I think once you arrived all those nerves would jump out the window. He’d have the biggest smile on his face the whole time, which literally melts your heart. He also just wants to make a good impression on you for your first time sleeping together, so he’s very attentive and careful. But once he warmed up to you HED BE SO CUTE OMG, he would look so cuddly in the covers, and you guys would def have long cuddle sessions before y’all fall asleep

Babe Heffron

Okay nothing, I mean nothing could prepare him for this moment. You can see the absolute dread in his eyes like fr. It’s not that he doesn’t want to sleep with you, but what if he does something stupid in his sleep? Like he’s been wishing something like this would happen for months, but when it actually happens he’s just like ?? Probably just stares at the ceiling for a solid hour, he’s too scared to something dumb so he just doesn’t move at all LOL, but while your sleeping you’d be like tossing and turning and somewhere in between that you definitely end up in his arms, then he actually starts to freak out, overall when he wakes up he’s just glad you’re still there with him !!

Frank Perconte

He’s cool about it. He’s also just kinda nervous at first. But he’s honestly pretty wholesome about it too. if you just like nudge him and strike up a convo with him then he’ll loosen up pretty quickly. He also knows that it must be daunting to sleep in the bed with a guy, so he tries to make you feel at home the best he can. you’d definitely see this gentle side of him that you don’t see very often. He’ll probably stay up with you talking until you fall alseep, then he’ll feel comfortable enough to go to bed too.

Shifty Powers

poor thing is so nervous. I think at the start it was would be so awkward. Like he literally cannot function with you in the same bed as him. And you can tell that he’s panicking by the way his back his facing against you and the quick breaths from his chest. I think you would initiate the conversation by just asking him how his day was and such. But overall he’d be so nice and respectful your heart would literally melt just hearing the nervousness in his voice, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or upset and it’s so sweet to see him like that.

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ithinkabouttzu · 1 year

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BoB Reaction to you having a bad anxiety day

Requested by the lovely @liebgotts-lovergirl 💗💗

Genre: romance, sad fluff

Warnings: Anxiety, anxiousness

Description: The BoB boys reaction to their s/o (you) having a bad anxiety day

Dick Winters

he could just tell you were having a bad day. He would be SO good at listening to you and he would never judge you for a second. He always tries his best to give you good advice, and is going to be there to support you 10000% he just wants to see you smile!

Lewis Nixon

He would try his best to understand what you’re going through and would try to find the root of your anxiety. I think you guys would have a long deep conversation about it and he’s definitely willing to do ANYTHING to eliminate your anxiety or at least minimize it in anyway he can

Carwood Lipton

MASTER listener and comforter. He is such a good person to talk to about this stuff. He would be there just rubbing your back and holding you gently while you tell him what’s bothering you. It hurts him to see you go through any kind of pain and he is by your side ALWAYS, plus he always gives the best forehead kisses when you’re sad.

Joe Toye

Lowkey becomes the biggest softy when he sees you sad or anything like that. He would shoo anyone away if you just want to be alone with him to talk, if you don’t wanna talk then he’ll just sit there and hold you, with bunches of kisses , and he’ll make sure reassure you how much he loves you and how amazing you are.

Joe Liebgott

It breaks his heart. He can just tell when you’re having a bad day coping and he can see when you have an anxiety attack. He just wants to take all that away from you because he loves you so much. He will be there to hold you, sit and talk with you, WHATEVER you want to do, he’s down for it, anything to make his bae feel better - he’ll do it.

Bill Guarnere

Mans is READY to beat WHOEVER might’ve caused your anxiety to get bad. Definitely offers to be your personal therapist LOL, but if you just call him randomly in the middle of the night he’ll listen to you so attentively, he’ll always be there to support you, physically and mentally. But again he’ll kill someone if they’re the cause of your anxiety.

George Luz

George will probably try and make a joke to get your mind off of it at first. But he’ll sit there and listen to you so seriously and you can just see that he cares, I think he would just rub your hand while you talk to him and when your done he would give you the most loving hug ever. He’d probably suggest you guys go watch a movie or something to get your mind off of it afterwards.

Bull Randleman

he is the biggest sweetheart when you’re anxiety gets bad, he’s so comforting and he’s guaranteed to give you the best cuddles and advice of your LIFE. He’ll hold you and let you get all your feelings out before telling you how much he loves and cares about you. He’s just so kind and caring to you that afterwards you feel so much better

Eugene Roe

Master listener and comforter #2. If you start crying he’ll prob get a little teary eyed, because anxiety sucks and you don’t deserve it. He’ll just hug you, strong and loving while stroking your hair. Gene would tell you how sorry he is that you’re feeling down and makes sure to give you infinite kisses. Also remind you that whatever you’re going through, you’ll get through it.

Floyd Talbert

Tries his hardest to be there for you, but physically he’ll be there 100%. Kissing you, holding you, anything. Emotionally it might be a little bit harder for him but he’ll make sure you know that he’s got your back anytime ever. He’ll just sit there quietly and let you spit all of your feelings out while he rubs your shoulder

Skip Muck

I think he would be such a good person to talk to about this kinda stuff. If he saw you sad he would try to cheer you up in anyway possible, or if he saw you having a panic attack he would take you somewhere private where you could calm down. I think y’all would end up having a deep conversation about just anxiety in general and he’ll be sure to let you know that you can talk to him anytime about that stuff!

Don Malarkey

He would be so heartbroken to see you in pain or sad. This man is a total sweetheart and would do anything to make you feel better. He would just rock you side to side in a long hug and repeat the sweetest loving affirmations to you, he would sit and listen to you completely and remind you how important you are to him and the other guys.

Babe Heffron

He would just sit there with the saddest look on his face when you tell him what’s going on. He just wants to tell you it’ll be okay and everything will get better, but I think the bear hug he gives you says all that and a million other things in one. And when y’all are done with the hug, He’d just grab your face and make you look into his eye, before kissing you passionate and lovingly.

Frank Perconte

I think at first he’d be angry for you, because you don’t deserve that at ALL and if anyone made your anxiety worse he will literally come for them. But in the moment he’ll settle down and just let you have the floor to say whatever you want in that moment. He’d have open arms for you and if you need him, he’ll always be there for you!

Shifty Powers

Poor boy literally his heart just shatters when he sees the heartbroken expression on your face. He’s here for you to confide in and you can always find comfort in him, he’d make sure to listen to you and give you the best cuddles on the planet. He’ll also reminds you how much he cares about you and how special you are to him.

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A/n : hiii everyone!! this is my first reaction i’ve done for BoB so i hope everyone enjoys it!!! if you have any requests or any others i should add just let me know!!!! <33

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ithinkabouttzu · 1 year

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BoB reaction to sleeping with you for the first time (18+) pt.2

Genre: smut; romance

Warnings: Intercourse, fingering, oc receiving, masc. receiving, unsafe sex, dirty talk, daddy kink,

Description: BoB reaction to doing *it* with you for the first time

*gn reader*

Dick Winters

He’s so respectful the whole time, he would start very slow, just kissing and getting a feel of your body. The whole time he would be so soft though, he really wants to enjoy this intimate time with you so he would so so sweet and slow, “Are you okay” or “Does this feel good/bad?” He makes sure you’re comfortable and never wants to make you uncomfortable. When it actually happens, the whole time he just reminds you how much he loves you and how good you make him feel, “You’re so gorgeous honey, you know that right?” He definitely makes sure you finish first and is constantly giving you kisses throughout. Afterwards he is so caring and sweet to you, still giving you thousands of kisses and reminding you how much he loves you. He’ll probably make you guys a nice warm back for you two to relax in.

Floyd Talbert

Bro has been WAITING for this moment. He is so ready to give you the best you’ve ever had, like after you’ll definitely be feeling so much fun and wild. He wouldn’t waste much time, feeling and kissing anywhere he can get his hands on, Foreplay would be PHENOMENAL I think, maybe 69 or something that incorporates both parties, he would be so good at pleasing you with him fingers and mouth, literally making you a total mess by the time he was done with you. “You want it baby? How bad do you want it?” He would definitely make you beg a little before putting it inside of you. I think he would like you calling him Daddy, like if you scream that out he would go crazy, slamming into you like you were the last person in the planet. “How good is Daddy doing? “You like my cock baby?” man’s is a total dirty talker. After he would be very chill and cuddly, not really vocal about how good it was, but definitely shows it through his body language.

Skip Muck

He is so cute the whole time, tries to not make it awkward by making a couple funny jokes at first which end up making it even more awkward because the jokes were not funny 🤣 he would be more timid to touch and feel around at first, probably just wanting you to make the first moves and try not to make you uncomfortable, until you said something along the lines of, “Please fuck me” and after that it was a longgg night. He would feel his way around your body so quickly and nice, foreplay with him would be so good too, he would make SURE you feel 100% good before he even tries to fuck you. Once he finally did it would be hard for him to control himself, pounding into you uncontrollably fast and rough, it would feel absolutely amazing. I think he would also like eye contact tbh, just getting you see you and look you in the eyes when you climax is good enough to make him cum. “I love you so much” he would be so sweet throughout too omg 🥹

Don Malarkey

he is an ANGEL. He will literally make you feel like a queen/king the whole time. He just wants to please you and make you feel good. He loves you so much and is such a giver in the bedroom. he is a FOREPLAY KING and will literally make you cry tears of joy before he even fucks you, “You’re doing so well, just wait a little long for me, okay love?” AHHH omg, don’t even get me started on how nice he would look with his muscles out omg, When it actually happens he’s so nice, he would go teasingly slow, until you ask him to speed up. “You feel so good doll, you know that?” He would kiss you the whole time, maybe even hold your hand, either way he’s super sweet and tries his best to make it as special as possible for you. Afterwards he’s even sweeter, holding you, rubbing your back, and reassuring you, if you’re hungry or need water he will be glad to get it. You honestly got him whipped after that.

Babe Heffron

When you tell him that you want to do “it” for the first time mans is SUPRISED i mean, he’s happy as shit but he’s also just shocked, he definitely wasn’t expecting you to be to straight up about it but he’s glad you said something, he would start probably more quickly, mans doesn’t want to waste much time, he would lay you down and just start completely kissing all over you, leaving little marks and hickies all over your neck and chest. He would always ask for your permission before he decided to touch another part of your body or do something different to your body, “Is this alright sweetheart?” Omg and don’t even get me started on when he actually sees you naked for the first time, he falls in love all over again, like he just has to touch and feel every part of you, if he wasn’t hard then, he is DEFINITELY hard now. When he finally starts fucking you, he can’t help but let out a long, deep sigh from the feeling, he will let you know just how good you’re making him feel, “Baby, you wrap around me so nicely” He would be so breathy when talking to you, like you just took the breath completely out of his lungs the whole entire time.

Shifty Powers

So kind and gentle the whole time, “Are you sure y/n?” He is lowkey so nervous at first, one because he doesn’t want to mess anything up or embarrass himself, second because you are GORGEOUS and he thinks he will finish too quick. He would start off very very slow, he doesn’t want to rush the moment at all and is honestly nervous as hell, I think you would end up taking the reins after both of you take off your clothes, just him alone and seeing his hard on is enough foreplay for you. Both of you would have your hands all over the place, He would let you set the tempo the whole time and would ask to touch you before just to make sure, while inside of you I think he could get vocal, it would be more of hidden moans but you just feel too good for him. Seeing you on top of him, riding on him, is just enough to make him cum alone, you are so gorgeous to him. Afterwards he’s would he so so sweet to you, even though he is so sleepy he would get you anything you need to clean up and a million cuddles after that

Frank Perconte

Before he would set everything up and make sure almost everything was perfect, from the candles to the color of the flowers. He would be so gentle, just because he would be more afraid to accidentally hurt you or something, he would also know what he’s doing to, his embrace would be so comforting and sweet, toppled with the almost unbearable pleasure coming from his fingers inside of you. You would cum multiple times before you guys actually started. You would have to beg him for it, he would want you to say it with your own words how bad you want it. Once you guys started, he would talk you through it the whole time, praising you, reminding you how beautiful you and your body is. “You’re amazing baby, every bit of you” He wouldn’t choke you, but he’d have his hand lightly around your neck/jaw area, rubbing your cheek softly with his thumb. “You feel so great babe, you know that right?” After he would be so gentle with you, softly cleaning you up with a damp towel and hugging you softly. “I’m so glad you’re here y/n, I love you”

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mccall-muffin · 2 years

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The other side // Don Malarkey x Reader (Band of Brothers OneShot)

Summary: You and Don have been best friends since you first saw each other at Camp Toccoa. You are both on leave in London while the company is back at Aldbourne. Together you enjoy your time together.

Warnings: Language, Fluff, SMUT-Ending (can be skipped, but I wouldn't recommend)

A/N: Sooo... This morning I listened to the song "The other side" by Jason Derulo - I am in the making of a Liebgott x OC story right now where Don Malarkey is the best friend - and this OneShot came to my mind. It's inspired by the song. I hope you like it.

"Yeah, London baby," Don grins at you as you both sit on the train. "I really didn't believe they'd let us go until the very end." "And here we are," you smile back. "Here we are."

As you both step off the train at King's Cross Station, you're excited. After all you've already been through in the war, this is a nice change.

"So what do we do first?", Don asks you. You look around briefly and quickly discover an ice cream parlor. You grin at Don and he just nods with a laugh. "But sure, why doesn't that surprise me." "What, it's summer. We're in London. What more do you want?" "Ice cream, it looks like?" You take him by the hand and pull him with you before you both sit down in a small ice cream parlor. You order and a little later you have your ice cream sundaes in front of you.

"This is really good," Don says, smiling at you. You eye his sundae for a moment, but then he scoops up a spoonful and holds it out to you. You bend over and take his spoonful into your mouth, but without breaking eye contact.

You quickly realize that this might be a little too much for your relationship, but Don and you both pause as you continue to stare at each other. Then you clear your throat and turn back to your own ice cream.

Don has never been a topic of discussion for you. He's your best friend, and it never occurred to you that there might be something between you. Until that moment just now. Something happened, but you can't say what it is.

As you continue to eat your ice cream, you watch your best friend. How come you never noticed that before? The freckles that adorn his face. The stubble that always comes back too quickly, even though he shaves regularly. The dark eyes that already have slight laugh lines all around them. He looks good, you have to admit that.

"What?", Don snaps you out of your thoughts and you quickly realize that you've been staring. Slightly confused, you look at him. "You were staring Y/N. Where was that pretty little head of yours with his thoughts?", Don teases you. Blushing, you avert your eyes. Also something that has never happened to you with him until now.

When you both finish your ice cream, Don pays for you and then you stand up. "How about a walk along the Thames?", Don then asks and you nod enthusiastically.

Leisurely, the two of you stroll along the banks of the river, talking about anything possible. With Don, you've never had a hard time finding a topic to talk about. Another reason why you get along so well.

As you walk, you look at him from the side. Can it really be possible? Can it be possible that you are falling in love with your best friend? When he looks up, however, you quickly avert your eyes again. You don't want him to catch you staring at him again.

Suddenly, you feel something on your hand. When you look down, you discover that it's Don's hand that keeps brushing against yours. However, his gaze is turned in the other direction and he is not looking at you. Smiling, you avert your gaze again, but leave your hand where it is.

Then you stop and look at the river. Tower Bridge is visible from afar. Don stands next to you and then you feel him gathering his courage and grabbing your hand with one finger. You let it happen and then look up at him.

Don's gaze is on you and you look into each other's eyes. A slight smile plays around his lips and his eyes light up. You feel the same way and it seems like an eternity that you stare into each other's eyes. Neither of you says anything.

Sparks fly between you, anyone who denies that has no idea. Without letting go of his hand, you daintily turn away from him. Then you feel his breath on your ear, giving you goosebumps. "Come, I discovered something earlier," he whispers and then pulls you with him.

He stops in front of a photo booth and you look at him in surprise. "How could I have fucking missed it?" you ask excitedly. Don pushes aside the curtain and bows slightly. "If you please, my lady." Without much hesitation, you slip into the photo booth. Don follows you immediately. Of course it makes you nervous to be so close to him, but you also enjoy it. You sit down lightly on his lap so you both have room.

"Ready?" asks Don, throwing the change into the machine. You nod and get ready for the first photo. It's a silly photo, like you always would have taken. The second one isn't much different, but the third... Your gaze slides to Don and without thinking twice, you press a kiss to his cheek. This surprises him so much that the fourth photo consists only of you staring at each other.

Then you push Don briefly before you get out of the photo box laughing. When the photos are developed, Don takes them out of the machine and examines them. A sincere smile spreads across his face. "They're great, Y/N." He holds them out to you and you hesitantly take them. The first two photos make you laugh. That's just you and Don. But in the other two, you have to admit to yourself that you two look like a couple in love.

As if it were a matter of course, Don takes your hand again as you walk on. You have carefully stowed the photos in Don's breast pocket and you continue to roam through London.

"What do you say we go dancing?" asks Don. He gestures with his head toward a bar behind him. "I'd love to," you reply, and Don pulls you along with him.

Inside, he immediately involves you in a wild dance. You laugh so much that your stomach starts to hurt. When the song stops, Don takes another theatrical bow. "How about a drink?" "Is that a question?" you return, retreating to a table as Don gets you something to drink.

You dance and drink for several more hours until you are both exhausted of dancing and head back to your hotel. Of course, your energy isn't completely depleted, so you tease each other along the way and keep laughing. Don keeps tickling you because he knows how ticklish you are and you then run a few steps away from him, but he quickly has you back.

Once at the hotel, you go to your floor. When it's time to say goodbye, however, you both stop. Neither of you wants to say good night. Your heart beats nervously in your chest and you feel the adrenaline pumping inside you.

"So," you say slowly, looking at Don. The latter hasn't even taken his eyes off you. "So..." A charged silence spreads between the two of you.

Then Don takes a step toward you. He raises his hand and brushes a lost strand of hair from your face. He leaves his hand against your cheek, however.

You notice how you begin to tremble and your nervousness rises again. Don examines your face and his gaze wanders to your lips, on which you are chewing nervously. Don comes closer. "Don...", you breathe. "Shhh...", he just does and then his lips are on yours.

At first it's a hesitant, almost questioning kiss. But when he notices that you don't push him away, the kiss quickly becomes more passionate. Without further hesitation, you throw your arms around Don's neck and pull him closer to you.

His lips lie sweetly on yours and you can't believe how outstanding the feeling is. Don's hands move to your waist and he pulls you a little closer as you feel his tongue on your lip. You open your mouth and let him. Your tongues dance together and a sweet taste spreads in your mouth.

A little later, Don gently pushes you away. His hands are still on your hips. He smirks and then looks at you. "Wow," he whispers and you can only nod. "You can say that again." "Y/N, I... That was just amazing. I never would have believed that you and I..." You smile at him. "Me too, Don."

For a moment, you're still standing outside the door to the room, smiling at each other. Then Don scratches his head. "Well... Um... We... could..." he stammers to himself and you giggle. "Don?" you interrupt him and he looks at you. "We' re going all the way."

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Wildly smooching you almost fall into the room. As quickly as you can, you reach for Don's jacket and unbutton it before pushing it off his shoulders. The buttons of the shirt also quickly undone and taken off, you stroke his muscular arms.

Don's hands meanwhile begin to open your dress. "Jesus, I can't believe we're doing this," Don whispers against your lips. "Are you having second thoughts?" you ask, pausing in your movement. Don looks you in the eye. "Fuck, no! I've never been so sure about a thing in my life, Y/N." For a moment you look into his eyes before kissing him again.

It's not long before your dress lands on the floor, too. Don suddenly lifts you up and carries you over to the bed, where he gently sets you down. He kisses your neck and collarbone before his hand finds your breast, still clothed by your undergarment and bra. He gently strokes it and you feel your nipples harden under his touch.

Your breathing accelerates and you squirm under his touch. "Jesus, Don," you moan and he likes what he hears. You reach down and start undoing his belt and pants. Then you sit up briefly and pull your undergarment over your head. Don briefly examines your body and soaks up the sight. "You're beautiful, you know that?" he asks and you blush.

Then he pushes down his pants and you are both dressed only with the last scraps of cloth. Don runs his hand over your belly as he kisses you again. His fingers on your skin leave an electrifying feeling.

When he reaches your panties, he briefly detaches himself from you and looks at you as if asking for permission. You nod and Don runs his hand down your panties. You notice yourself starting to get wet and as he touches your most sensitive spot, you wince. "Are you okay?" asks Don worriedly and you just nod with your eyes closed. "Yes," you moan and he takes this as confirmation and continues.

You tear your eyes open as he thrusts into you with one finger. This isn't your first time, you had it with your ex-boyfriend and yet it feels so much different with Don. So much better.

You run your fingers down his back to his side before playing with the waistband of his underpants. With his free hand, Don releases one of your breasts from your bra and then begins to suck on it, which is why you can't suppress a moan.

Don puts a second finger inside you and moves them while he massages your clit with his thumb. God, this man is going to drive you crazy.

"Y/N, I... I can't wait anymore," he breathes against your ear and you grin at him. "Then don't," you return, and Don doesn't need to hear much more. He pulls you up, stripping you of your bra before turning to your panties again and pulling them off.

You lie down on your back again and look at Don, waiting. He now also takes off the last piece of clothing and your gaze briefly wanders to his cock, which is already waiting hard to sink into you. Shortly your eyes get big, because he is big. Really big.

Don seems to have noticed your look. "Don't worry, I'll be careful. If I hurt you in any way, say so, okay?" he says and you have to smile. Even though you two are just all over each other like animals here, Don just doesn't lose his caring sweet nature.

"I trust you, Don."

Don smiles at you before placing himself between your legs. One hand next to you and the other on your thigh. You feel his tip at your entrance. Don and you look into each other's eyes before he slowly and soulfully enters you. With one last slight jerk, he completely sinks into you and you moan again. Don's breathing also accelerates. "Jesus Christ, Y/N."

As you get used to his size, Don begins to move. His thrusts are getting faster and deeper. Your fingernails are digging into his back, but you don't care right now if you leave marks on it.

Suddenly Don grabs your leg and puts it on his shoulder to penetrate you even deeper. You gasp in surprise and look at him with wide eyes, but Don just keeps going and reaches a point inside you that almost tears you apart. He kisses you passionately while his other hand finds its way back to your most sensitive spot and starts massaging it.

"Don," you gasp in his ear. "I don't know how long..." You break off in mid-sentence, a something jolting through your entire body. "Just let it happen, baby," Don whispers back, and with a few more thrusts, he takes you over the cliff.

Trembling, you lie on the bed for a moment and stare happily at the ceiling. "Is everything okay?" he asks and you nod before looking at him. A soft smile curls your lips. "That was... incredible," you whisper, and Don's grin widens. Of course, complimenting him after sex is still a bigger ego boost for a man.

You frown. "What about you?" you ask then, knowing he's not done yet. "It's all good, sweetheart. I just wanted to give you a little break before the next round," he says with a grin and you smile.

"I'd like to try something, if I may," he then says almost shyly. "Like I said, I trust you Don." He kisses you passionately before gently turning you around. He grabs you by the waist and pulls you to your knees. Of course you're aware of what he's about to do and you're excited about it.

"Is that okay?" "Yes." Again you feel his tip at your entrance. This time, however, he penetrates faster and his movements in general are quicker. He takes you from behind and you feel his hands on your hips. You also hear his faltering breathing and his attempts to suppress his moans, which makes you smile.

In this position Don can penetrate you even deeper, although you wouldn't have thought that this is possible.

"Baby, I think I'm going to cum," you hear Don gasp. You don't answer him, but just let him finish. A few thrusts later, you notice him tense up behind you and the grip around your waist tighten. Don presses himself against you and you hear a suppressed, "God!" before he pauses for a moment.

Then he pulls out of you and throws himself on his back next to you. You lean over him and kiss him.

Don looks at you gently and puts his hand to your cheek. "Thank you," he whispers against your lips before kissing you again. Then you lay your head against his chest and he puts his arms around you to pull you closer. Absently, he strokes your back and you realize how exhausted you are. Sharing this experience with Don was the most beautiful thing you have experienced in your life so far.

"Y/N?" you hear Don whisper. You have closed your eyes and are listening to his heartbeat. "Mhm?" "I love you." You tear your eyes open and look into Don's face. He smiles gently at you. "I mean it. I love you. I probably did from the beginning." Your heart melts inside you. "God, Don. I love you, too," you say, kissing him. From now on, this fucking war can only get better.

#Don Malarkey x Reader #Don Malarkey #Band of Brothers #Donald Malarkey #OneShot #BoB #Scott Grimes #actors #In love with your best friend #as longer I look at them the hotter they get #not keeping it together

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mccall-muffin · 2 years

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Blind // Don Malarkey x Reader

Summary: Don and you were best friends before the war. You grew up, went to school, and finally went to University together. When he left to go to war, you were devastated. You promised him to look after his mother, his little sister, and his younger brother.

Warnings: Language, Fluff

A/N: I am on fireeeee! Just kidding - I just had another idea that I had to write down, because if not, it would have vanished. So here you go... That's for all the Don Malarkey lovers out there!

October 16, 1945 - Astoria, Oregon, USA

"Y/N, dear. What are you doing here?" Helen Malarkey asks you as she opens the door for you and invites you in. "Oh, I was just at the Liberty Grill, and Mike gave me your errands right away," you say, holding up the basket. "Oh, you didn't have to do that, dear." You both walk into the kitchen. "I don't mind, Helen. I promised I'd keep an eye on you," you say. "Come on, love; I just made tea. Why don't you sit down," Helen motions to you and sits down on a kitchen chair. "Have... Have you heard from him?" you then ask hesitantly.

Helen is pouring the second cup and sets it down in front of you before sighing. "No, I'm afraid not," she says sadly. "It's been almost a month since the Japanese surrendered," you say thoughtfully. "We should have heard from him." "You know how he is, Y/N. He's never been the great writer."

The last letter you received from Don was in June. That's when he told you they were sending him to France to train young paratroopers. But in the meantime, the war is over, but there is no word from Don. You are worried, that's clear, and you miss him immensely.

Before the war, you and Don were inseparable. You grew up together - you went to school and then to university - you were best friends. The fact that the Marines and the Air Force rejected him made you feel good inside, but then he was drafted anyway and volunteered for the paratroopers. You were devastated when he left. You cried for many nights. And that's when you realized that you felt (literally) more than friendship for the boy next door. You also put the university on hold because you had to help at home and promised Don you would look after his mother and sister when he was away.

In the beginning, Don contacted you regularly. He told you about his strict training and their leader Sobel, who made their lives hell. But he also told you about his new friends. Skip Muck, Alex Penkala, Alton More, and some others. Of course, you were a little jealous that you couldn't be there with him, but that's how it is.

"Don't despair, my child," Helen snaps you out of your thoughts. You look up and give her a forced smile. "Donald is coming home. Sooner or later." "I hope so," you say softly, playing with your cup.

Behind you, the door opens, and Don's brother walks in. "Hi, Mom," he says, greeting his mother with a kiss on the cheek before she looks at you. "And Y/N. What else," he grins and kisses you as well. Then he also grabs a cup of coffee and sits at the kitchen table. "I don't understand what you're still doing here, Y/N? Why don't you go back to the university?" asks Bob. "You know I can't do that, Bob. It's just not the same without Don." Bob shakes his head. "I hope my idiot brother knows what he has in you, Y/N. If he doesn't marry you when he gets home, I'll kick his ass." "Bob!" says Helen immediately. "What? It's true. Y/N has been here all along, taking care of us. And waiting here nicely for Donnie while there are still a few young men wandering around out there who would marry her in a heartbeat. Who knows, maybe I'll do it myself."

Amused, you look at Bob. "Don't get carried away." "I'm not. Don's blind. He always has been. You've been in love with him for so long, Y/N, and he hasn't noticed." "Not that long now either," you try to defend yourself. Bob raises an eyebrow. "Longer than you probably know yourself, right, Mom?" Helen smiles gently at me. "Your feelings are yours, my child. I'm afraid there's nothing we can do about that, even if we wanted to." You sigh. "I know..." "Oh my God, Don!" exclaims Bob then, and you and Helen look at him in confusion. "Yes, Bob, we're talking about here." "No! Don!" he shouts and stands up before she points out the window.

Quickly, you and Helen jump up from their chairs. Sure enough. Standing outside is Don, who is paying for a cab and then looks in their direction.

They sprint to the door and onto the porch as fast as they can. "Don!" shouts Bob, throwing himself into his brother's arms. Helen immediately takes her boy in her arms as well. "Oh my boy," she says through sobs, tears running down her cheek. You stand a few steps behind, letting the family take precedence. Don's gaze finds you nonetheless. He looks at you with his dark eyes.

You smile and then realize that you, too, have tears in your eyes. Then he breaks away from his mother and brother and comes toward you. "Y/N," he breathes and then takes you in his arms. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, and you live in his scent. He smells different than he used to but no less good. "You're still here," he whispers, and you nod into his chest.

Don gives you a gentle squeeze away from him so he can look into your eyes. "It's so good to see you," he says, and you nod. "I'm so glad you're finally back!"

Helen then takes her son by the arm. "Come, Donald. I'll cook something for you; you must be hungry. Anything you want, say the word," she says quickly, and you smile. "I'll leave you to it then. I'll see you later, Don?" you ask, and he nods. As he is pulled into the house by his brother and mother, he keeps looking at you until the door closes behind him.

Helen and Bob have Don seated at the kitchen table, and Helen has cooked something delicate. Don has missed her cooking, he readily admits. His mother and brother watch him with every bite. He can imagine those specific conversations won't end that way.

"Why is Y/N here, anyway? Hasn't the new semester already started?" he then asks, and Bob and Helen exchange a look. "Y/N's not at the university anymore, Don," Bob says. "What, why not?" he asks, surprised. Helen and Bob exchange another look. "She said it's not the same without you, and she can't concentrate anyway when you're at war. Besides, she was looking out for Mom and Molly." In disbelief, Don looks at his brother. "And you guys didn't stop that? Her throwing away her future?" "We tried, Donald, but you know our Y/N. She's stubborn, and when she gets her mind set on something, you just don't get it out of there like that," Helen now says.

Don thinks for a moment. "But why...?" His sentence breaks off. "I think you know why, Don," Bob says. Don looks at him, confused, before looking at his mother, but she smiles. "What do I know?" "Jesus, Don," Bob says, annoyed, slapping his hand to his forehead. "Y/N is in love with you. She always has been! Wake up, Don! Why do you think she's doing all this?"

Don is quiet and looks at the table in front of him. "She's in love with me?" he asks, and Bob shakes his head again. "Even a blind man would see that..."

The sergeant ponders. He thinks back to the time with you. You were always together, yet it would never have occurred to him that you might have feelings for him. Of course, he can't ignore the butterflies that awoke inside him earlier when he saw you. "I told her if you didn't marry her soon, I'd kick your-" "Bob!" interjects Helen. "Whoa, who said anything about getting married? We're not even a couple." Helen and Bob both look at Don. "Then what are you waiting for? If you're not going to grab her, I will."

Don didn't need much persuasion before he finally walked out of the house to talk to you. He changed clothes first, and it was strange to be wearing civilian clothes again for the first time.

He goes to your house across the street and rings the doorbell. When you open the door and smile at him, the crush in his stomach flies off again. You look beautiful, even though you're only dressed in regular everyday clothes. "Don? What are you doing here?" you ask in amazement, and he smiles. "I wanted to see you," he says. "Would you like to go for a walk?" You nod, take your coat and follow him out.

Together you walk the streets of Astoria as you used to do. Neither of you says a word, but it's not an awkward silence, yet you don't know what to say. "I uh... I'm glad you're back," you say after a while. Don smiles at you from the side. "Me too, Y/N. Me too."

"Bob and Mom told me you stopped going to University...," Don says after another while. You think about it for a minute. "Well... It wasn't the same without you, and after all, I promised you I'd watch your mom and sister." Don stops abruptly. "That's not what I meant, Y/N. You weren't supposed to put your future on hold just because of..." "Just because of what? Your family? I was happy to do that. Your mother has always been good to me. And I promised you, and I didn't want to break that promise because..." You stop. Don looks at you. "Because?"

You both look at each other for a moment, but then you shake your head and take another step. "It doesn't matter, Don." "Yes, it does," Don says, reaching for your hand. He pulls you back to him so that you're only inches apart. "I realized something before," he whispers against your lips. "And what would that be?"

Don's gaze moves to your lips. Your heart begins to beat faster, and you become slightly nervous. Don lifts his hand and gently strokes your cheek. "Y/N..." " Yeah?" you breathe, 'You coward! Just kiss her,' Don hears his thoughts. 'You fought the fucking Krauts, but you can't kiss your best friend?! Wimp!' He feels your breath on his face and notices the adrenaline pumping up inside him.

Don gathers all his courage and leans forward. His lips land hesitantly on yours, but he pulls you closer when he realizes you're returning the kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck and sigh into the kiss. When he pulls away from you, you look into each other's eyes, and then both giggle. "I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you right. Can you say that again?" you grin and Don likes nothing better. He kisses you again and puts his arms around you. You feel his tongue on your lower lip and open your mouth to let him. Both of your tongues caress and fondle each other. It's just like you've always imagined, only now it's real.

As you pull away from each other again, Don takes your hand in his. "Was that clear enough?" he asks with a smile, and you nod. "I think so, yes." Don rests his forehead against yours. "I've missed you so much, Y/N. You wouldn't believe how." "I you too, Don. Every day I've prayed that you'd live and come back to me soon." "Y/N... I didn't know anything about it. I am so sorry that I have been so blind. You were always there for me before the war, during the war, and I hope now after the war. But now I see it as clear as ever before me. My future. And that is you. When I saw you today, it was as if I saw you for the first time for real. I love you, and I think I always have."

Warmth rises in you at his words. Your face begins to glow. "Oh, Don," you sigh and hug him again. Then you kiss him but then break away from him again. You stroke his cheek and run your fingers through his red hair, "I love you too."

#Don Malarkey x Reader #Don Malarkey #Band of Brothers #bob #bobedit #hbowar #Donald Malarkey #Scott Grimes #ww2 #oneshot #Fluffy Fluff

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rogue-durin-16 · 2 years

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SMILE FOR ME (I/III)

Pairing: Don Malarkey x photographer!Reader

Genre: fluff (1st part)

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Band Of Brothers: @sparkyluz

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

Warnings: language (?)

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

Part II

Part III

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm sure you will."

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes you will!" She responded jogging away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y/n, 'bout the pic—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's right, miss."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's me, yeah."

"Can you take a picture of us together?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Don?"

"Yeah?"

"You can hold me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y/n and Don," Muck sang.

"Sitting in a tree," Luz joined in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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