#Skip Muck oneshot

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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.

#here have some Three Musketeers backstory as we prepare for Market Garden & the Dutch Resistance lol #y'all I am dead-tired rn I'm not gonna lie. I'll probably end up editing this in the morning maybe who knows #Skip Muck #Warren Muck #Don Malarkey #Donald Malarkey #Alix Martinelli #FOF #FireOnFire #Three Musketeers #some Aldbourne fun lol #platonic friendship #Band of Brothers fandom #Band of Brothers fanfic #Band of Brothers fanfiction #Skip Muck imagine #Skip Muck oneshot #Don Malarkey imagine #Don Malarkey oneshot #Band of Brothers imagine #Band of Brothers headcanons #Band of Brothers oneshots #Band of Brothers imagines #HBO War #HBO War imagine #HBO Band of Brothers #throwing this out into the void then it's goodnight i stg lol #bonding through shared misery creates the best friendships lol

[ithinkabouttzu]

May I request band of brothers x reader and reader falling asleep on them?

Yes ofc thank you for your request my beloved! 💗

BoB reaction to you falling asleep on them

genre: Romance; fluff

warnings: none

Description: BoB reaction to their s/o (you) falling asleep on them for the first time

Dick Winters

Okay so I think he would he shocked at first seeing you lay your head right on his chest with ease., “What are they doing?” Is what he’s probably thinking in his head, once he finally hears your soft snores, then he’d notice that you’ve fallen asleep on him. He’s smile softly to himself, making sure to be extra quiet and careful not to wake you up. Honestly he’d be a little blushy at first too, just happy that you feel comfortable enough to fall asleep on him

Lewis Nixon

His breathing would just stop at first when you lay your head on his shoulder. Like omg? You got this man over here getting nervoussss when you do that. Like you got him scared to even move an inch. He’d even try slowing down his breathing because he didn’t want to wake you up. He’d be so sweet about it, he’d hold you in his arms and stroke your hair softly. I could also seeing him getting sleepy and falling asleep on you :,)

Carwood Lipton

He is so cute about it, he’d ask you if you’re alright, not realizing how tired you were. Once he realized you had fallen asleep on him his heart literally melted omg. And you better get that he was still as stone when you were sleeping, bc you’re his bae and you deserve a good sleep in his arms. He’d hold you so softly and feeling of your head on him would make him just content. He’d definitely fall asleep to just holding you so comfortably.

Joe Toye

A huge smile appears on his face when he sees you laying your head on him. He’s tries to play it off all chill but he’s lowkey so excited on the inside. He would wrap an arm around you and keep you secure, making sure that if anyone came by that they were quiet, and ofc making sure he was quiet himself. The cutest thing of all though is how sweet he is to you when you wake up from your short nap. “How are you pretty thing? Ya sleep okay?” UGH he’d be so cute about it. I think you just falling asleep on him would be his favorite thing about y’all’s relationship.

Joe Liebgott

Freezes in his spot when he sees you laying your head on him. “Are you okay?” He’d say, Looking at your face he would see how exhausted you looked and maybe thought that you weren’t feeling good or something was wrong. When you told him that you were just sleepy, and that’s why, he would be so sweet. Honestly he would’ve gotten so happy hearing that’s why you were laying on him. Asking you if you want his jacket or something he has for you to warm up in. Resting on him would be one of the most comfiest things ever. Plus he’d be rubbing your arms up and down, hugging you super tight and warm.

Bill Guarnere

A big ole smirk would come up on his face so quickly. “get comfy, doll” He would rub his arms down back and forth on your arm, keeping a tight grip on your body. He would be so warm and comfortable to fall asleep on, he would try and keep quiet the whole time, especially when he heard you snoring. I think he would really enjoy you taking a nap on him (LOL) , He would end up getting so sleepy, he’d try fighting it off at first but he’d end up giving up after seeing how comfortable you were in his arms.

George Luz

Oh boy, he’s a total angel about the whole thing, when he sees you lay your head on you it makes his heart beat 2x faster then it’s original pace like omg. If you look up at him, all you will see on his face is that huge bright smile of his staring back at you. On the outside he’d try to keep it cool, and not make too much of a scene, but in the inside he was literally FREAKING out, like he is totally frozen in his position because he would feel absolutely horrible to accidentally wake you up. I think he would stroke your hair really nicely, helping you go to sleep with his calming touch almost immediately.

Bull Randleman

Ugh he’s honestly the best person to fall asleep on after a long day. He’d be so nice about it, at first he’d ask you if you were okay, “Are you alright. darlin’?” and you’d reply back just saying you were sleepy or something like that, and he’d say, “Come er’ get some sleep, princess/prince” He’d hold you super soft and would be a total snuggle bug. You made his day just holding onto him tightly while sleeping. he’d be a little nervous at first, because he didn’t want to accidentally hurt you or wake you at first, He would just watch you, admiring you and seeing how beautiful you truly are. He’s just so happy he gets to be around you, you make him so happy.

Eugene Roe

He’s having an internal breakdown when you just lay your head on him, you got him freaking out on the inside for real. He wouldn’t say anything to you about it though, he would just try his hardest to be natural, and he’d lean into you too, holding you by your shoulder and rubbing it slowly. He was nervous you could hear his heartbeat thumping out of his chest at first. But he still tried his best to be normal, and not make you uncomfortable in any way. Laying on him you’d almost fall asleep like immediately, there’s just something so warming about him, you just feel safe enough to sleep in his arms. While your sleeping, he thinks you look absolutely adorable. He’s ultimately glad that he’s with you right now.

Floyd Talbert

He is actually giggling on the inside like a little girl omg, also when you lay on him it’s just an ego booster, like out of all people, your laying on him, he definitely feels lucky, even though he knows his way around the ladies, all of that smoothness goes out the window with you. He just feels so happy when you lay on him comfortably, when he hears you snoring lightly, he can’t help but let out a small laugh and a huge smile. He just feels so nice with you laying on him, you are his favorite person ever.

Skip Muck

Okay so, I think he would be so so excited to be hanging out with you in general, so can you just imagine the look on his face when he sees you laying your head on his chest. Like his heart is ready to burst at any moment, don’t even get me started. I think he’d be so nervous to move, just because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable at all. He realizes that your sleeping when he hears your soft snores for the first time. He thinks you sound so so cute, like he falls in love with you a million times more when he hears that. Ugh he’s just so obsessed with you.

Don Malarkey

This sweet boy is more than happy for you to lay down on him. You’re sleepy? Well of course, lay down. His heart rate would go up by a bunch when you put your head on him, He can’t lie though, you feel so comfortable. I think he’d end up falling asleep first though and it’d be so cute, you’d look up to see him just snoring and he was passed out LOL, It’s just that he is so comfortable around you that he can fall asleep so easily, he doesn’t know why but he just does, oh and, something else that is absolutely adorable, is how even though he’s asleep, he will still stroke you hair so softly, just because he finds it so comforting holding you.

Babe Heffron

He is so happy when he sees you lay down on him, like his smile gets so big and his heart rate starts beating faster and faster. He would be so excited but nervous while you lay on him, he doesn’t want to disturb you or something that would make you get up, once he starts getting more comfortable with you laying on him, he’d wrap his arms around you and just hug you there, he’s super super sweet when you are laying down. And when he hears you snoring, ugh he thinks you are even cuter, he’d hold you for the rest of the time, just giving your the best forehead kisses and whispering the sweetest little things in your ear while you were asleep. “You’re my favorite, you know that right?”

Shifty Powers

Oh my, this sweethearts face would get so red when he sees you just laying down ask getting comfortable on his chest. He was honestly scared you could hear his heart beating because it was going so fast. He would timidly out his hand on your back and hold you gently. Honestly he’s the most comfortable person you could ever sleep with, Like just relaxing with him will make you instantly fall asleep. He’s so sweet the whole time, just rubbing your back and hugging in the best way ever. When he sees that your sleeping a huge smile appears on his face, he is in absolute awe of your beauty and he just loves you so much.

Frank Perconte

When he sees you laying down on his shoulder his body just rushes with love omg. He would be a little nervous at first but I think after awhile he would out of instinct just wrap his arms around you and hold you close, and in reaction to that I think he’d get really sleepy, like he’d be trying to fight sleep the whole time, just because he didn’t want to be rude. But when calls your name and you don’t answer back, He would look at you and see that you’re sleeping. He would he admiring you so hard, just thinking to himself how cute you are in his arms, before he finally fell asleep himself.

#band of brothers #band of brothers reaction #band of brothers ships #band of brothers fluff #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers react #band of brothers oneshots #band of brothers reactions #ithinkabouttzu #dick winters #lewis nixon #carwood lipton #joe toye #joe liebgott #bill guarnere #george luz #bull randleman #eugene roe #floyd talbert #skip muck #don malarkey #babe heffron #shifty powers #frank perconte

[queers-gambit]

Now and at the Hour of His Death

prompt: any who say, "it's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all," were never loved by him.

pairing: Osferth x female!pregnant!wife!reader

fandom: The Last Kingdom

word count: 6.1k+

note: fuck you, Netflix.

warnings: you already know - author needs therapy, projects hard, pregnant wife, Lord’s name in vain, Christianity (obviously), and a fuck ton of fucking ANGST because fuck your feelings. hurt NO comfort, drama, oneshot, cursing, canon-typical violence, injury, and blood. character death and spoilers - yeah, i'm giving you THAT scene. requires maturity and caution. good luck.

also please note: NO, i do not age Osferth to be 16 - that's just a reference age for when he eventually runs away from the monastery.

again, you are missing nothing if this upsets or triggers you and you choose to skip. value your wellbeing, my angels. author is not responsible for the media YOU choose consume, but still, as usual, MDNI

"You should not be doing this sort of work," Ingrith's voice scolded you, and when you turned, you saw the blonde woman standing with her hip cocked and a stern expression. "It's bad for your health to be in such filth, we've stable boys for this sort of chore."

"I do not mind," you sniffled in the brisk air, shoveling the horse shit of the stable into a muck bucket to be dumped into the fields later. "It keeps me busy," you grunted lightly, sure to bend your knees when lifting the pitchfork, "keeps me humble," you listed, dumping the waste to grin at your friend, "and keeps me young."

"In what way?"

"Reminds me of my childhood," you eased, continuing your work. "I slept in a stable from the ages of 4 to... Oh, shit, I guess I was about 16 before I left The Loft."

"What?" She breathed in confusion. "Never knew that."

"Yeah, yeah, true story," you beamed at her, still shoveling shit. "I slept in the stalls with the horses, sometimes in the grain rooms - basically anywhere I could since my work didn't include official room and board, so, I had to make do with what was available. Then, one day when I was about ten, Old Man Rivers said I could use the hay loft if I cleared it out, fixed the rotten planks. Stayed up there till I was about 16, and after that, I kinda ran away."

"Old Man Rivers?"

You nodded, "My mother lived on his homestead, but she was real sick, you see. So, he kinda took me in without assuming responsibility for me," you cleared your throat, shrugging, "let me stay in his barn if I worked with the horses and livestock for him."

"Why would you want to be reminded of that?"

"Seems simpler when I look back."

Ingrith sighed, "C'mon, put the pitchfork down. Come help me prepare the rabbits. The scouts say the men aren't too far off, they'll want a hot meal."

You chuckled with ease and set your pitchfork aside, giving a hearty pat to one of the horse's necks as you passed by to exit the stable. Ingrith made sure you washed up before you were both mounting rabbits on the rack to start skinning them.

"Could I ask something?" She wondered after a time.

"Anything you'd like."

"Why'd you run away? From Old Man Rivers?"

You laughed, "I was in love."

"Oh, you and Baby Monk go that far back, huh?"

"Try even farther," you teased. "Our mothers were friends, and when I worked in the stable, he was in the monastery, but when he came to me, saying he couldn't do it any longer, I couldn't let him go alone. Life was supposed to offer more than what we were given, so, we set out to find the legendary barbarian, The Dane Slayer," you teased, both giggling, "our Lord, the legendary, Uhtred of Bebbanburg."

"And all this time...?" She smiled, watching you shuck hide like you've done it your whole life. Ingrith inferred you probably did.

"Yeah," you eased, "all this time, he's been by my side. Kept me close, never left me behind. The others weren't too sure about me on account of being a woman, they told us to piss off a few times - but they came around after Osferth refused to send me away."

"He's a good lad, Osferth," she nodded.

"Arguably one of the best ones," you agreed, nudging her arm gently, "but look who I'm telling, right?"

"Oh!" She giggled, swatting at you loosely before going back to your work for a moment. Suddenly, the townspeople of Rumcofa stirred to life, and over the voices, you heard them announcing their Lord's return - which meant all of your men were home. You both grinned and breathlessly left your post, Ingrith pausing a young lad to ask, "How many return to us?"

"Does it matter? Come, c'mon, let us see ourselves!" You all but squealed, overwhelmed with excitment; eager for your own reunion with the man you've loved since you were a young lass.

"Warn the alehouse!" Finan was heard shouting. "Osferth's thirsty!"

"Jesus," you laughed, dodging around the procession of people waiting to greet their warriors on their return home so you could approach the white gelding your husband rode.

His face was absolutely priceless when he caught sight of you. As Osferth eagerly dismounted, your hands smoothed over the small swell of your belly - purposefully wearing a dress that accentuated your ever-changing figure. "Am I dreaming?" He laughed, a stablehand taking hold of his horse so his hands were free to caress your belly. "Oh, my God, I'm not, 's real, oh, God," he beamed, laughing with you. "You're pregnant? Truly? Yes? I-I am not - I am not being deceived?"

"No, my love, I guess our prayers were finally heard."

"OH-HOOOO!" You heard Finan holler as Osferth finally pulled you in for a sweet kiss; both ignoring the Irishman. "Lord! LORD! Uhtred! Hey! Did you hear!? Baby Monk's got some spunk in 'im afta all!"

"Oh, God," you laughed against Osferth's lips, but he was quick to shush you with another breath-stealing kiss.

"A baby Baby Monk! AHA!" Finan was still laughing, your husband's hands caressing both your cheeks when he pulled back just in time for Finan to descend. You grunted lightly when his heavy arms dropped over both yours and Osferth's shoulders, his laugh still booming as he gave a squeeze and cooed, "Oh, congratulations, yah two love birds! Wasn't sure you had it innyah, boy!"

"Don't be so rough with her, Finan, for God's sake," Osferth scolded, nudging his friend to get out from under his arm.

"What?" Finan looked at you gobsmacked. "Sayin' I gotta treat yah different now or somethin'?"

"I didn't say that," you told him prettily with fluttering lashes, fist quickly balling up to jab him in the weak spot of his armor - making him grunt and wheeze. "Aht-aht!" You warned with a pointed finger when he flinched as if to retaliate, "Can't hit a pregnant woman."

"Oh, yeh li'l shite," Finan laughed, Osferth pushing him towards his wife so he could stand in front of you and command all attention.

Osferth took a moment to simply look at you; thumbs gently tracing over your cheeks in sweeping motions, a slow grin breaking across his lips. "This almost doesn't feel real... But how I have to praise God for this blessing. A baby," he breathed.

"A little you and me," you agreed softly. "Sound okay to you?"

"More than okay," he chuckled, pecking your lips, "sounds like a lifetime together."

"Good by me." His nose nuzzled up yours, the sweet moment broken when he sighed sadly; eyes shut and smile dropping. "What is it? What's wrong, love?" You asked, stepping into his embrace so you were nuzzled into his neck and his arms were wrapped around your form in a vice.

"Uhtred means to move us again," he whispered in your ear. "Brida, she... She's got Father Pyrlig, and - "

"What!?" You snapped, rearing back slightly to pin him under your hardened glare. Pregnancy hormones would surely give Osferth whiplash.

"My love, I did not - "

"Brida's got Pyrlig? Fuck are we standin' here for, let's go!" You reached for his hand, ready to march off.

"Uh, no, no, no, no," he pulled you back to him; anchoring his hands on your hips so you could not escape. "You are not going anywhere. Not now - especially now," he glanced at your still-growing bump. "The men will go, you know we will return, but you have this new responsibility, and that's keeping this little one safe. For us," he smiled at you.

You huffed, "I'm not unfit to do what needs done, Osferth."

"I did not say you were unfit, but look at the timing of it," he frowned. "I should've been here when you learned, but I was not, and I am truly so sorry for it. Look, I do not know how long this venture will be, but you know I will return. We've waited for our family for far too long, I will not jeopardize this - so I will return. If you go with us, and something were to happen," he shook his head, "my angel, I would never forgive myself. So I need you to stay here, stay safe, if for nothing else but for me."

"But Pyrlig - "

"Will be saved," he assured.

"And Brida - "

"Will be dealt with," he eased, chuckling lightly. "My angel, you worry too much about everyone and yet never about yourself."

You pouted, "Well, why is it just me meant to stay back? This is your child, too, Osferth, and should have the right to meet them! You can't always control what happens, accidents are real, what if you don't return - "

"Don't think like that - "

"But it's a real threat to us - "

He agreed, "Of course, but - "

"Yeah, I know," you nodded, cutting him off, "we serve Lord Uhtred. This comes first, and I'm not - "

"I've made a vow to him."

"You made one to me, too, you know."

"Angel, please, don't do this. Do not ask me to choose," he begged with a frown, and you caved.

So, with a sigh, you nuzzled into his embrace and relented, "All right, yes, fine, go after Brida and Pyrlig. And when you find them, tell him I am waiting for his safe return, he is dearly missed. Ideally, I'd have him birth our child."

"Of course," he breathed, finding a small reprieve of relief that you did not fight him further about leaving - about choosing which vow to fulfill: the one to his Lord Uhtred or the one to his wife.

Both made to God.

Luckily, Osferth married his best friend and you were never one to pick fights with him. You liked the harmony you had; the peaceful environment you had both cultivated to preserve the trust and love you built through the years. He was genuinely one of a kind; a man who walked many lines between faith, humanity, right, wrong. He was the voice of reason, constantly striving to do better than he did before, learning all he could as if a rag soaking in water. For all he was, Osferth has always been enough for you, and for that reason alone, you never felt the need to argue.

To fight. To voice contempt.

"Question," you perked up, smirking at him as your pregnancy symptoms ran a little wild, "think we've time to, you know, really give our thanks?"

"Angel - "

"What?" You grinned. "You fucked me on the alter all those weeks ago and look - your seed stuck. We might as well go give thanks in the same manner, just to really show God how thankful we are for this blessing he's given us."

"Think the Devil's gotten into you," he laughed.

"Or your child is ruining my hormones," you countered, his lips meeting yours in another passionate display of his excitement.

"C'mon," he whispered, taking your hand, and leading you to the chapel - thinking you were being sneaky, but your matching giggles made Ingrith and Finan beam at each other.

"He does know she can't get more pregnant, right?" Finan teased, flinching when Ingrith smacked his upper arm.

"WHY!?"

"My angel, please - "

"What the fuck is going on, Osferth!?"

"I'm trying to explain - "

"The Queen? The fucking Queen is dead in our village! How can that possibly be explained!?" When Osferth didn't answer, just sat in the wooden chair before the shared hearth of your humble home, you snapped, "Well!?"

"Are you finished? May I speak now?"

With a huff, you nodded and gestured for him to speak; arms crossing around your swollen tits. He explained to you the reason for Haesten's arrival, the wagon his men toted, and why he brought the Queen's dead body to the settlement of Rumcofa. He told you Haesten wanted to keep the peace when King Edward found out, claiming Uhtred's son-in-law, Stiorra's husband, Sigtryggr, had ordered this death - thinking war would surely roll over his lands.

You never knew Haesten to be a generous man, nor much of an honest one, but it seemed the severity of the situation made everyone eerily on-edge. Uhtred dispatched his men; leaving Finan and Osferth in the village with you, developing a plan that would save both Saxon and Danish life. And yet, it was all futile when evil forces worked against good.

You didn't feel safe in Rumcofa anymore, there was a stench in the air; tension that mounted to embrace all residents with discomfort. Something was about to happen, but nobody knew what. You didn't claim or pretend to know what was happening, but Haesten's abrupt appearance spelled danger for everyone involved. So, as a security measure, you kept a long sword buckled around your swelling waist and a dagger strapped under your skirts. With Lord Uhtred gone, there was no invisible fence protecting Rumcofa - leaving it up to you, Osferth, Finan, and Cynleaf to pose as guard.

Yet you'd never be enough.

Like the surf over sand, a group of angered men descended on Rumcofa. "Who's men are yah?" Finan asked, you lingering at Osferth's side to watch the interaction from a short distance.

"We come from the King," a burly Saxon replied, your head cocking in interest - swearing you've seen him before. "Dane murderers are hiding here and you must hand them over."

"You're mistaken, sir," you kindly offered, the man's eyes shifting over you, "because we live in peace. Any murderers have surely moved on from here. We do not host them."

The man growled, "Don't think that's true, love."

Finan held a hand back at you, meeting your eyes and nodding simply. He turned back for the man in fur, diverting, "Of course, my men will attend to it."

Finan turned from the group, his eyes connecting with yours as he passed by. There was urgency, a quickened pace he adopted; having no intention to hand anyone over, wanting to remove these men without bloodshed. However, that was a distant thought because Father Benedict tried to assure the Saxon leader that nobody in Rumcofa would murder Queen Aelflaed.

You wanted to step in when the Saxon evidently didn't know about the Queen's demise - getting in Benedict's face and demanding to see what he spoke of.

"No, no, no," you muttered nervously, "he can't see the body, love, no, no, no, this is bad. Very bad."

"We can't stop Father Benedict without altercation," Osferth whispered back, keeping a tight hold of your hand, just watching the group. "If something happens, you need to get yourself safe."

"How do we truly know they're from Edward? What credentials do they have?" When Osferth shook his head, you worried, "Got a bad feeling 'bout this, angel."

Then the violence began.

The strange men took charge when their leader walked away, starting to physically harass the citizens; making both you and Osferth step in to try and diffuse the tension. You pushed men off unarmed women, got in between them and the children, did what you could without drawing a weapon.

When a man shoved you away from him, Finan wrangled him away, sneering, "Get yer hands off of her!" He kept the violent men at bay for a moment, telling you, "You need to go, darling - "

"Not now, Fin, look around us! We need to contain the situation, you'll need all hands you can get," You snapped, the two of you forced to part way.

Osferth panted nervously and looked left and right, turning to meet the Saxon and demand, "Tell your men to stand down!" But then, his eyes squinted when you joined his side to pull him back a step or two, recognizing him just as you did.

"I don't think they're here for the Queen, love," you heaved for breath in warning, still backing him up. "They've planned this."

"Finan!" Osferth barked, "These men have been here before!"

The Saxon roared over the fray, "Danes of Rumcofa have murdered our Queen!" His men jeered in anger, making Finan brandish both swords and for Osferth to push you back further from the attention. "Do your duty and rid the cockles from the wheat!"

You were left no choice. Osferth and you both armed yourselves, starting to fight off the Saxons as their leader demanded Danes and Christians be separated. You were unable to help, engaged in battle, but Young Uhtred gathered the Danes and begged Father Benedict to declare the church a sanctuary - thinking it would save lives.

It was only leading the Danes to slaughter.

The Saxon, Bresal, punched Father Benedict when he tried to stand in the way; his men holding Young Uhtred in the doorway to let their men enter the church the Danes were gathered in. They forced Young Uhtred to watch the massacre - men, women, and Danish children all slaughtered with no escape. No hope. No answer to a single prayer. Nobody to stop this bloody situation.

You fought on, Osferth, Finan, and Cynleaf doing their best to protect you by keeping you in the middle of their wee group. But you still got plenty of action.

"This is madness!" You cried out, slicing a man's throat open. "We need aid! We need more men!"

"This way!" Finan encouraged, "We must cut a path for Ingrith! Check the docks! Check the docks!"

You and Osferth ran towards the water, Cynleaf not far away. You searched for Ingrith, but you had no time to linger; engaged one-on-one again, forced to protect yourself and unborn baby. Not a minute later, you saw Ingrith on horseback, being stalled by a Saxon and for your husband to rush to her aid. He punched the man away from the horse, you hacking at another enemy, in time to see Osferth engaging with two Saxons - one being the leader, Bresal.

It all happened so fast.

You were already racing towards them when the unexpected. Osferth was battling on two fronts, holding Bresal at bay, fending off the other Saxon, screaming for Ingrith, who only managed a few paces before the Saxon's dogs spooked her horse. The noise was deafening; people screaming, crying, dogs barking, horses whinnying, swords singing as they clashed.

You watched it happen in slow motion.

You sprinted faster than ever before.

"INGRITH!" Osferth bellowed in worry when her horse reared back and dropped her to the dirt. It left an opening for Bresal to stab his dagger into Osferth's lung - freezing time and wrecking your world.

"NO!" You screamed, Bresal smirking at you and yanking his dagger free. Osferth wobbled, eyes wide as he met yours, the Saxon walking away as Osferth dropped to his knees. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Oh, God, no, no, you can't take him - not yet! Please, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no," You repeated, sliding on your knees in the dirt to catch him. "No, no, oh, my God, no, Osferth, no, please! Not now, not now, please, no, God, no! Don't do this! Please, please, please," you rambled, readjusting to better hold him, hearing Cynleaf and Finan yell for Baby Monk, too. You raged at God, "You can't take him yet! You can't have him! He's mine!"

But you heard nothing except your husband's labored breathing.

"An-Angel, angel, my angel," Osferth choked, wheezing and crying as he couldn't hold himself up and completely slumped back into your body. He pawed at your arms in an attempt to get closer.

"No, no, no, you're all right, you're okay, you're okay, my sweet love, you're all right," you insisted, hands stained in his blood as it poured from his wound. You knew it was essential to add pressure to a wound, but also, that this was all futile. Yet you needed to try. "Hey, hey, hey, look at me, just look at me, sweetheart, please, only look at me, nothing else matters," you pleaded with him in a rush, the lads sprinting to where you held your husband to your lap.

Nobody interrupted you.

"Where's the wound?" Osferth sobbed, trembling, blood spurting from his mouth; going paler by the minute. "Angel, please, the wound? Where's the wound?"

"No, no, no, don't worry 'bout that, hey? Don't you worry, you just keep looking at me," you sobbed, holding his neck and cradling him to your swollen belly. "Just at me, my love, okay? Just look at me - don't look anywhere else, okay? Nothing else matters."

"H-How bad? How ba-ba-bad-bad is i-it?"

"You're going to be all right," you lied to Osferth for the first time.

"Oh, my God, oh, my God," Osferth repeated through his tears and fears, "I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die."

He held onto you desperately, sobbing, you slowly rocking. "No, you're all right, Osferth, it's okay, just look at me." You caressed his cheek, smearing blood, but locking eyes. "My love," you whispered, "listen to me - "

"I don't wanna die, please, please, angel, my love, please," he coughed, holding your arm tightly as if it would give him life. "Don't let me die," he wheezed, "don't let me die, my love, please, please. Don't let me die, I don't wanna die. I-I wanna meet our baby, please, I want to meet our baby, I want to be a father. Don't let me die, love, please, I-I wanna be your husband longer - "

"You'll never not be my husband and you'll never not be a father, hear me?" You sniffled, trying to smile at him. "Don't you worry, you're gonna be okay, you're okay, Osferth. You'll always be my husband, nothing will change that - I swear."

Blood pumped with each beat of his frantic heart, making it gush over your fingers. You didn't even feel it.

"Please," he choked, more blood bubbling from his lips, "don't let me die, I don't wanna die. Don't let me die, please, not now, not when our baby isn't here yet, please, I just wanna meet 'em, be a family, I wanna stay with you, don't let me go. Please, don't let me go, I don't want t'go! Don't let me - "

"Shh, it's okay, you're okay. I'm here with you. I'm right here, Osferth, you're not alone, you're never alone. I'm here. I've got you. I'll always have you, I won't ever let you go. Never."

He sobbed harder. "I don't wanna leave you. Please, I don't wanna go, I don't wanna be without you - " But the words choked him, a splatter spraying across your face when he coughed; you didn't even flinch.

"Listen to me," you begged, "I commend you, my dear, sweet husband, to Almighty God, and entrust you to your Creator."

Finan was heard behind you, retching jarring sobs as you read Osferth his death rite prayer. "Don't let me die," Osferth begged still, as if you held that power.

He had always looked at you as if you hung the sun and stars, and now, as if you were his very reason for living. You hated God in that moment for forcing you two through this.

"May you return to Him who formed you from the dust of the earth. May Holy Mary, the angels," now, you choked on your words, emotion clawing your throat, but still continued, "and all the saints come to meet you as you go forth from this life. May Christ who was crucified for you bring you freedom and peace." You sobbed, "May Christ who died for you admit you into His garden of paradise. May Christ, the true Shepherd, acknowledge you as one of His flock. May He forgive all your sins, and set you among those He has chosen. Amen. Please, please, say amen, Osferth, say it, please!"

"A-Amen - Amen!" He coughed, trying to get closer to you, nestling into your warmth as he felt impossibly cold. "Don't leave me, don't leave me, please, please, I don't wanna go, I don't wanna be alone. I can't go without you, please, don't let me go - don't let me die, angel, please, I can't go without you. I-I’ve never been without you my whole life, I don’t wish to start now. I love you. I-I love you, please, don't let me go, I love you. I need you."

"You'll never be without me," you promised, face coated in blood, grime, dirt, and ash; all streaked with your tear tracks. "You will always be my husband, hey? Hear me? You're always gonna be with me, I will never be apart from you. I'll love you forever, Osferth, I won't ever stop." You felt your chest cave in as you sobbed, "Please, don't you leave me - "

But Osferth was wheezing and panting, only staring up at you. "I only need you," he whimpered, "I've only ever needed you, I can't do this without you. Please, I can't - I can't go without you. I don't want to leave you, I can't leave you, please!'

"So don't leave me," you sobbed, him still clawing at you in desperation. "I love you more than life, Osferth, please, don't leave me, okay? Don't go. I love you so much. Being loved by you was my greatest pleasure in this life, I want our child to know your love, too, Osferth, please, don't go."

"I-I wanna meet our baby, I wanna hold 'em, love 'em," he repeated. "Please, this can't be the end, don't let this be the end. W-We have so much more - we were supposed to have eternity together, my love, my angel, please! This isn't the end, I can't - I can't go without you!"

"You're okay," you soothed uselessly, rocking more prominently. "Just stay with me, my love, okay? Stay with me. Don't go. Only look at me, all right? You hear me?" You sniffled, caressing his cheek. "You're the best thing in my life, Osferth, yeah? Understand me? Where you're going, y-you'll be welcomed a hero, with open arms. You'll be my own angel. My real angel. The reason I keep going for our child. An-And you'll stay there just for a little while until I join you, okay? You'll watch over us, me and the baby, right? Our own angel? Hey? 'Cause you'll never be part from us - you'll never be apart from me. You and I are a forever sorta thing, we'll never be apart, we'll always be part of each other no matter what."

Osferth lost his words, eyes widening and pulling you closer.

You just soothed, "I'm here with you, my love. I'm here, I've got you. You're not alone, I'm right here, I have you. I've got you. I love you. I love you so fucking much, Osferth, okay? I love you more than anything, you're my everything. I love you," you sniffled, breaking down in worse sobs, repeating, "I love you, I love you, I love you so much, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry I wasn't faster, I love you, this shouldn't be happening. I'm so sorry, I should've come faster! I love you, I'm so sorry."

With his last breath, Osferth choked, "L-Love y-y-you."

"I love you," you hushed, bending at the waist to rest your forehead on his, "I love you so much. You're gonna be okay, you're gonna be all right, you'll be safe - where you're going, you'll be safe. I'm so sorry, my love... I'm so sorry."

You felt him go still. You felt the last of his breath exhale, his body deflate. You felt his soul detach from his body.

You froze.

"Oh, my God," you breathed, pulling back to look down at his petrified features. "Oh, my God, no, no, no. God, please, please, give him back," you sobbed, "give him back to me! Do not take him! It's not his time, you selfish cunt! Give him back! It wasn't supposed to end like this! Give him back to me, please! Please! This isn't how this was supposed to happen! We promised eternity together, please! Let us have that! Let us be together, give him back to me! I need him!"

Your shrill hysterics were heard all over Rumcofa.

Finan sobbed into his wife's arms behind you, Cynleaf knelt to slowly extend his hand onto your shoulder. "I'm so sorry," he offered, but you pushed him away harshly; knocking him into the dirt.

"No! I don't want your fucking condolences!" You snapped, holding Osferth tighter, "I want my husband! I want my husband back! Can you give him to me? Can you, Cynleaf? Can you give him back to me!?"

"No - "

"Then you have nothing to offer me! I want nothing else, nothing from you! I only want him!" You looked away from the young lad, finding Osferth's wide open eyes staring up at you. You whimpered, "I only need him, so, please. Please, give him back to me. Please. I need him, I need him, I can't do this without him, please, God, don't do this. You take so many lives, why add him to the mix!? Give him back! C'mon," you begged the cooling body, "c'mon, love, get up. Get up for me, please, just wake up. Come back to me, get up... Get up, Osferth, get up! Please! WAKE UP!"

But Osferth never moved. Never blinked. Never drew breath. And God never answered your pleas. Your dress was saturated in your husband's blood; a pooling puddle seeping into your knees, bodice drenched, his baby moving in your belly. You wailed into the still air, holding your husband tight to your chest; mouth agape to release the terrible screams of anguish, tears never ending, rocking on your knees. You didn't know what to feel... But devastation was prominent.

You wept until your throat went raw, jaw tender from your open mouth. "I'm so sorry!" You repeated, "I should've been quicker! I should've been at your side! You shouldn't have been alone! This is my fault! This is all my fault, I shouldn't have been away from you. I should've been with you, you did not deserve this end. Please! Forgive me, wherever you are, forgive me, I did not intend for this, I shouldn't have left you, I should've been at your side, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault, I'm so sorry."

"No," Ingrith whispered, "no, do not say this is your fault, you did nothing - "

"Exactly!" You snapped at her, eyes ablaze, her husband silent. "I did nothing, I wasn't with him! I wasn't where I was supposed to be! And he was stabbed because of you!"

Finan whispered your name in reprimand.

"No! How many times have you rode a fucking horse, Ingrith!? And now, today, the time it truly matters, you fall; you posed distraction," you sobbed, crumpling in on yourself. "He was distracted by your fall... This shouldn't've happened, this is all wrong!"

The trio just watched you, knowing your emotions were raw and unwavering, that your words did not have meaning because your husband had just died in your arms. Hours passed, you did not move. Hours passed, your husband did not return. Hours passed, and your heart shattered with each passing breath you selfishly drew.

Because living felt selfish now without Osferth.

"Sweet one," Finan whispered, the sun setting, "we should move him. Bring him to the church so Benedict can pray."

Your head shook, "No."

"Darlin', we have to - "

"No," you whimpered, "because if you take him to Benedict, it's real. If we move, he's truly gone... He can't be gone, Finan," you sobbed, meeting your friend's eyes. "If you move him, he's gone, I'm not ready to say goodbye, please. Please, don't take him from me."

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, "but he should be laid to rest."

"Don't take him from me," you begged, a new wave of tears starting. "I just - we were supposed to be a family. We were supposed to have this baby, and now, it's just me? This cannot be, so please, don't take him from me, I only need him back. Give him back to me, Finan, please, I can't be without him."

"I know," he nodded, gently encouraging you into his embrace. It meant you had to let go of Osferth, something you did slowly and gradually, leaning into the Irishman's chest. "All right, I got yah," he whispered, looking to his wife. "C'mon, stand with Ingrith. I'll carry him."

"Be gentle," you sobbed, feeling Ingrith grip your arms to help heave you to your feet; watching Finan scoop Osferth over his shoulder. The change of position made more blood splatter to the dirt, your heart stalling in your chest when you heard the mess.

You felt your soul shriveled and hidden somewhere deep in your chest, following as if in a trance. You watched Finan and Cynleaf slowly lower Osferth to the ground with the other dead Danes, feeling yourself drop to the ground in shock.

Seeing Osferth amongst the dead made it so much more real.

"It's all my fault," you sobbed, Finan moving to your side, "it's all my fault, I got him killed. I should've been quicker. This is my fault, my fault, I did this, 's my fault."

Finan knelt beside you, bringing your foreheads together to hold you tightly and let you sob into his embrace. "You didn't do this," he promised, "you did nothing wrong. You are not at fault. Do not carry this guilt."

You sobbed without reprieve.

Young Uhtred halted Father Benedict from praying over the Danes, telling the older man they had different customs, but looked back at you. He asked your name softly, wondering, "Do you wish for a prayer for... Him?"

Even Young Uhtred couldn't stomach the truth, avoiding using Osferth's name out of sheer disbelief.

"That'd be nice," Finan agreed, turning to sit beside you and hold you under his arm. You leaned into his embrace, head to his shoulder. "She read him his death rites when... It happened."

Young Uhtred nodded, bowing his head, leading, "Our Father, Who art in heaven, Hallowed be Thy Name. Thy Kingdom come, Thy Will be done, On earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day, our daily bread, And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil."

Then, you joined from under Finan's heavy arm, sobbing through your words, "Hail Mary, Full of Grace, The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now, and at the hour of our death."

Benedict finished, "Glory Be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end."

Together, you, Ingrith, Young Uhtred, Benedict, Finan, and even Cynleaf ended, "Amen."

Feeling the most level-headed, Ingrith stepped in and directed the men; informing that Young Uhtred should lead the remaining Danes to Daneland, Finan and Cynleaf would meet Uhtred on the road, and she would accompany you to Wessex - where Osferth could be laid to rest at the place of his birth. Then, the people mourned together for their fallen.

Finan disagreed initially, telling his wife you were his responsibility now that Osferth was passed. But there was no way you could continue with the company, not in your pregnant state. Finan didn't like the idea of you being without him, considering you close to a sister; something of a best mate, someone he couldn't turn his back on - no matter the situation. However, he understood the predicament and finally agreed to part ways, but not before he untied Osferth's crucifix and latched it around your neck. At the gates of Rumcofa, before separating, Finan gifted you his rosary; thinking it might bring comfort in his physical absence.

Years from then, you would bring up a single son named Gabriel (a name your husband favored, a name benefitting an Angel) under Lord Uhtred in his birthplace of Bebbanburg. You never remarried. You never even so much as looked after another man with lust. Gabriel would grow into a handsome warrior and a devoted man of God, satisfied on tales about his father; being painted as a man of honor, integrity, and bravery. Osferth, too, was a man of God, a man of the sword, and a man of his word... Until the very end. And when your time came, you were brought back to Wessex to be laid to rest with your husband; your son having a son, naming him Osferth, and knowing, both his parents shined down on him in pride.

It was a comfort for everyone to know, somewhere in the afterlife, in God's warmth, you and Osferth were reunited; looking just as you did the day you parted from one another.

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Hiya lovely!! Could I please put in a self-indulgent request for a Lieb oneshot (or hcs, whichever you'd prefer!) where he always has to be close to or touching his S/O, whether in little ways or big? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

I have a personal headcanon that his main love language is Physical Touch so he's big on PDA & having his S/O close to him brings him a lot of comfort, whereas having them far away feels empty 😅

Thank you so much in advance!! 💖💖💖

Touch Me, Love Me, Can't Get Enough

(5 times during the war that Liebgott wants to hold you and 1 time after)

Joseph Liebgott x reader

A/N: Aly, bestie, the way that this request had me giggling and twirling my hair and kicking my feet the second I read it!!! I absolutely love this headcanon, and I'm so honored that you asked me to write it 🥹 I had waaayy too many ideas, so I decided to go with a 5 times +1 time fic for this one. I hope that you like this 💕🕊️ (As always, this is written for the fictional depiction from the show -- no disrespect to the real life veterans!)

Warnings: angst, discussions of concentration camps, depictions of war

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It's one of those things that you don't notice until someone points it out. In this case, the someone is Sobel and pointing it out is him huffing that "Private Liebgott has no sense of personal space" when he passes the two of you heading back to barracks one night after coming back from a weekend pass. You're suddenly hyper-aware of the way that your arms bump into his every now and then as you walk due to your close proximity. You've both been drinking, though, so it's not like you really have all your cognitive functions about you; occasionally bumping into one another is like a tether making sure that neither of you falls over or wanders off. Sobel's criticism is easy to brush off.

Other people's comments? Not so much.

"It's hot as hell in here," Skip complains, using his sleeve to mop the sheen of sweat off his face. "Glad they're not takin' us to the Pacific; this heat is all I can stand."

Malarkey shoots a glare to someone passing by who jostles him as he slaps down his next card. "Speak for yourself."

"What? You tellin' me you like it this warm? Five minutes ago you were talkin' about how happy you'll be when we get off this boat."

"I meant them." Malarkey nods towards you and Liebgott. You both look up from your cards, confused. "I know that you guys have to constantly be touching each other or whatever, but how can you stand it when it's this hot?"

Constantly touching each other? What's that supposed to mean? You're just playing cards to pass the time while the boat chugs towards England, and you're sitting next to your friend . . . whose left arm is pressed up against your right. Sure, you could blame the closeness on the crowdedness of the boat, but Malarkey and Muck are sitting across from the two of you, and they have space between them.

At the same time that you start to lean away, Liebgott shifts beside you, wrapping his left arm around you and pulling you into his side. He fixes Malarkey with a cool look. "And what of it?"

You try to keep your expression cool as well, but you're having to concentrate on it. The oppressive heat from the boat is what's making it hard, you want to tell yourself, despite the fluttering feeling in your stomach at this close contact -- which is even closer than usual.

The Oregon boy shakes his head and slaps down another card. "Enjoy the heat stroke, I guess."

His point is proven, but Liebgott doesn't move his arm from around your shoulders. Instead, he smiles at you. Not his usual smirk that he throws around when he's pulled one over on someone; this smile is soft and warm.

Well, if you're going to help prove a point, you might as well commit to it. You smile back and lean further into his embrace.

II

"Flash!"

"Thunder!"

You lower your gun and squint through the darkness as a figure emerges from the bushes in front of you. If one good thing came out of all of those night marches that Sobel sent Easy Company on back in training, it's that you could recognize the silhouettes of your fellow soldiers in a heartbeat, even in the worst lighting. Your heart thrums when you realize who's coming towards you.

"Joey!" You really shouldn't put your gun down, not now that you're on the ground and in the midst of chaos, but you throw both arms around him. He does the same. He smells like the war -- that cologne that war produces that's a mixture of fuel from the C-47s, the sweat of excitement, and the faint smell of his shampoo that still lingers in his hair.

He melts into your touch. At some point between the boat ride and the news that you would be jumping into France, you two had decided to make it official, even though in some ways, you had always been a couple. Joe has been more open with the ways that he initiates physical contact with you since then. In a way, you can't really blame him; he comes from a big, affectionate family. Being away from their love and warmth has been harder for him than most people realize. It's like he craves physical touch. Good thing that you like his affection.

"Are you okay?" He whispers, still holding you tight.

"I'm fine. Are you?"

He nods. Reluctantly, he draws back from your embrace so that he can look at you. In sunlight, you love the way that his brown eyes turn into pools of amber honey. Now, in the darkness, they remind you of the new moon -- mysterious, but a comforting presence that never leaves you.

"There were some paratroopers back that way." You jerk your head slightly to the left. "Stuck up in trees. I was worried . . ."

"I know. Me too."

Off to your right, the sharp staccatos of machine gun fire pierce the night. On instinct, you both ready your guns and crouch down.

"We gotta move," Joe whispers. Then you both push through the darkness and into the bushes that he had stepped out of moments before.

He leads the way, but moves slowly, keeping you close. It’s like that the rest of the day, too, after you link up with other people from E Company and finally find where you’re supposed to be. It’s subtle, but Joe bumps his shoulder against yours throughout the day, like he’s got to remind himself that you’re near. That, coupled with the glances that he casts your way when no one else is looking, is enough to make your heart clench.

That’s the thing about Joe Liebgott – he’s great at physical affection and showing you that he wants it, but words don’t come as easily to him, and telling you what he wants and needs is an entirely different matter. You’ve always wondered if maybe a past lover scorned his verbal affections, because he seems so unsure of himself whenever he uses his words, which is so unlike the cocky, confident Liebgott that everyone else knows.

“What’s wrong?” You ask when you finally have a moment alone.

Joe immediately holds out his hand to you. When you take it, he intertwines your fingers and squeezes. He starts to shrug, but when he catches the look on your face, a crease appears between his eyebrows as he thinks. “I just wanna keep you close.”

“I’m right here.”

“I know. It just feels like if I can hold onto you . . . then nothing will happen.”

A memory of fellow paratroopers and their parachutes all tangled in the trees earlier that morning hits you. You had worried that Joe might be one of them, and he had worried for you as well. War is an uncertain and fickle thing. Anything can happen to anyone. You had accepted that fact when you joined the airborne division. Sure, you would do anything to keep Joe safe, and he would do the same for you. Having him by your side is a comfort, and you know he feels the same way.

Anything can happen in a war zone. But if anyone is stubborn enough to stop anything from going wrong, it just might be Joe Liebgott.

III

Nothing is guaranteed in a place like Bastogne. Least of all who you get to share a foxhole with. Most of the time your foxhole partner ends up being whoever was in the nearest one when a fresh round of shellings begins and you need a place to hide. You spend many nights curled up against your fellow soldiers for warmth, leaving the next morning knowing more about them than you ever had before.

If you had it your way, you would be sharing with Joe, to make sure that he’s alright. But as it is, you really only see him occasionally when you get to line up for warm food – a commodity that’s becoming more and more rare as the quality of it gets worse and worse. Sitting with the rest of Easy, he’s subtle, knocking his knees into yours whenever he sits beside you, or even kicking the side of your boot with the toe of his; anything to establish contact. There’s hardly any time to talk, but the longing in his eyes is obvious enough.

If you knew that you wouldn’t get in trouble, you would hold his hand, or wrap him up in your arms. Being away from him is hard for you, so you can only imagine what it must feel like for him.

“Funny, I always thought that hell would be hot. It’s a little colder than I pictured,” a familiar voice says as Joe drops down into the foxhole beside you. He winks. “Hiya, sweetheart. This foxhole taken?”

There’s no use in trying to hide your smile. “I don’t know. Usually I require a reservation, but for someone so handsome, I think that I can make an exception.”

“Come here.” He lifts his arm and throws it around your shoulder, pulling you into his side as you open your blanket and throw part of it over his legs before all the heat can escape you. The helmets you both wear cause some difficulty, but he rests his head against yours as best he can. He sighs. “I’ve missed you so much, (Y/N).”

You plant a small kiss on his cheek. “I’ve missed you, too.”

“God,” he groans. “I swear it’s killin’ me, being away from you.”

A joke he once made at the start of your relationship flashes across your mind. If you move out to Frisco with me after the war, I’ll have to invest in a better air conditioner, you keep me so warm.

“Why?” You tease. “Do you miss having your own personal radiator?”

A cloud of condensation forms as he huffs a laugh, his warm breath fogging the cold air. “You remember that?” He smiles when you nod. Pressing your helmets together again, he shakes his head a little. “No. I just miss holding you.”

You lean further into his side. “Well then hold on a little tighter. We gotta make this last before the next shelling starts.”

He rubs his hand up and down your arm. “We always make it count.”

IV

“Oh thank Christ, look who’s back!” Luz exclaims when you walk into CP.

“We saw each other earlier, Luz,” Webster laughs.

“Not you.” Luz smiles at you, either not noticing or not caring about how it makes Webster’s smile falter. “(Y/N)! They finally let you outta the hospital?”

You smile as you drop your bag onto a nearby chair. “Something like that.” You lower your voice to a stage whisper, offering the radioman a wink. “Had to go AWOL. Don’t let any of the medics know.”

“Your secret is safe with me.” He winks right back.

From the couch, Sergeant Lipton coughs. He offers you a smile when he catches his breath. “It’s good to have you back, (Y/N).”

“Thanks, Sergeant.”

“Yeah, maybe now things won’t be so depressing around here.”

“Awe, Luz, you really think I liven things up that much?”

Lipton reaches up and smacks George with his stack of paperwork. He doesn’t look angry, but it’s clear that he’s said something that he shouldn’t have.

“What?” Luz asks. “It’s not like she wouldn’t know.” When you offer him nothing but a confused look, he shakes his head. “Liebgott’s been all weird since you got taken to the hospital back in Foy.”

“Weird how?”

“Oh, you know: moodier than usual, distant, quiet, quick to anger.”

“So just regular Liebgott then?” Webster asks.

George shakes his head. “Like, if someone tried to draw him from memory or something, I don’t know. He’s just not himself.”

“Well, where is he?” You and Webster are supposed to be waiting for someone to tell you which platoon to join, but you’ve already made up your mind that you’ll be damned if you don’t join your old one. This far into the war, it’s unlikely that anyone would really care if you just walked back in and took up your former place, but still – red tape, and all that. But now the thought is even more tempting. What’s wrong with Joseph? You want to find him.  

Lipton offers a vague wave of his hand. “Around here somewhere. Listen, (Y/N), why don’t you join back up with your old platoon? I’m sure they’ll be glad to have you back.”

“And I’ll be glad to be back.” You nod your appreciation and then grab your bag, trying not to leave the room too quickly. During your time in the hospital, all you thought about was getting back to Easy Company, and back to Joe. Now that he’s so close, it makes you feel a little giddy and a little nervous, knowing that in a few seconds, you’ll be together again.

In the hallway, you go to turn a corner and nearly smack into someone coming towards you. They reach out and grab your elbows to steady you. “Are you okay?” Babe asks when you’ve regained your balance. His eyes light up as he takes you in. “(Y/N)! You’re back!”

“What?” A voice from further down the hallway calls. A few of the other Easy boys step into view, and quickly engulf you in a warm cloud of welcome backs and good natured handshakes. All except for one, who hangs back.

You catch Joe’s eye through the crowd. He looks like he’s just seen a ghost; he’s still, staring at you like you might disappear if he blinks. When you finish shaking Tab’s hand, you step towards him and it’s like a spell breaks. In a few quick strides he’s in front of you, and then suddenly his hands have come up to caress your cheeks as he takes you in.

“You went AWOL,” he guesses.

“I had to get back to my company,” you say. You throw your arms around him and squeeze him into a hug, whispering into his ear, “I had to get back to you.” He squeezes you tighter.

“I don’t wanna let you go again,” he whispers. You hear him draw a breath, like he’s going to say more, but he stops himself and rubs his hand up and down your back.

Behind you, you hear some of the boys quietly make their exit from the scene. (Most of them, anyway. You can hear Talbert telling Shifty that he owes him a dollar, and Babe is muttering to someone that he knew it – you don’t have to guess what it is.)

Joe doesn’t seem to mind. He’s always been open in his affections for you in the little ways in public, like bumping into you, and this very open gesture isn’t technically very different since it serves to confirm what most people already suspected . . . as well as telling some of the ones who didn’t to back off.

Still, it’s a little unlike him. Something has changed.

You card your hand through the back of his hair. “You alright?”

“Yeah, just missed you is all.” He huffs a small laugh as he pulls back from the embrace, casting a smirk over your shoulder. “And giving the others something to talk about ain’t half bad.” You swat his arm affectionately, but there’s no malice in it. This is just how Joe is when it comes to voicing how he feels; giving you a bit of his feelings and then deflecting before he can be scorned. You want to show him that you appreciate the effort.

You lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek. When you start to pull away, his gentle fingers catch your chin and bring you back into his orbit, pressing a quick, soft kiss to your lips.

As if he can read your thoughts, he assures you, “I’m okay. Better, now that you’re here.”

V

Hot, salty tears have been burning your eyes for the better part of the afternoon as you fight to keep them back. Back before the war, your teacher used to make you do breathing exercises in school in the mornings. You try to remember them now as you gasp for air, trying to look calm as you head back towards the town, following the trucks carrying to men back to CP or to where they’re billeted.

“(Y/L/N)!” Someone calls up ahead. In the back of one of the trucks, Nixon leans down, holding out his hand and motioning for you to hurry.

Despite how sluggish and out of breath you feel, you increase your pace to a slight jog, catch Nixon’s hand, and swing yourself up into the back of the truck, taking a seat beside him. His hand pats your shoulder but then stays there, like a tether that helps bring you back down to earth.

“Are you okay?”

You shake your head. You don’t want to cry in the back of this truck. There’s no shame in it, but the afternoon has been so hectic that you would rather have a moment alone to unpack the horrors of what you’ve just seen.

“It’s just as bad down the road at the women’s camp,” you tell the intelligence officer over the roar of the engine. Even just thinking about it causes you to shudder.

Nixon pats your shoulder again. “Do you need anything?”

“Where’s Liebgott?” You want to be held. You want someone to comfort you and tell you that this has all been a bad dream. You want that someone to be Joseph.

A deep frown settles on Nixon’s face. “We sent him back already. He . . . needed some time alone.” He thinks for a minute, then says over the sound of the trucks, “You should go to him, (Y/N). He needs you.”

And you, him.

When you got back to Haguenau, during a moment alone, Joe had opened up a little more than usual. It had been late at night, lying beside each other on one of the small bunks. Something about the cover of night makes it easier to whisper your secrets, and it’s especially true of Liebogtt. In the quiet of the room, his arm around you, he had said that he felt like one of the ruined Haguenau buildings while you were away in the hospital. “A skeleton,” he had described them. “They’re all crumbled and half-alive. I don’t know if that makes sense. That’s what it felt like with you away; like I’m something only half here, half a memory. Unstable. Lonely.”

That’s what you feel like now. The horrible things you saw have confirmed any thought you ever had about pure evil existing in the world. Anger starts to burn in your chest like an ember; this is why you’re fighting in the war. And if that’s how you feel . . . You need to find Joe. Now.

It’s tempting to run to the house where he’s billeted, but you don’t want to make a scene. You walk as fast as you can, only breaking into a run once you’re inside, sprinting up the stairs.

“Joe?” He’s lying on the bed, his back to the door. He goes still when he hears you come in.

Shutting the door behind you, you press further into the room until you’re standing over the bed. “Can I sit?”

When you take a seat, he pushes himself up and turns to face you. Red rimmed eyes and wet cheeks tell you that he feels the same way that you do about what you saw. The tears you’ve been trying to hold back all afternoon finally spill over, but your ignore them and bring your hand up to Joe’s cheek, using your thumb to brush away his tears.

He brings up his own hand to rest on top of yours. “You saw it too?”

You nod. “I had to spend the afternoon at the women’s camp down the road.”

Joe leans forward, pressing your foreheads together. “Did you have to tell them?”

“Tell them what?”

“That they had to stay in the camp.” Anger bleeds into his sadness as he says it. He sounds disgusted and hurt.

Almost none of the women prisoners you had encountered spoke any English. You and another female paratrooper had had to attempt to communicate with them using scattered English and a few German and Yiddish words that you had learned from Joe throughout the war. Joe is fluent in both of those languages. He probably had an easier time talking to –

The realization hits you like a punch to the gut: he had to tell them that they would be staying in the camp.

“Oh, Joey.” You throw your arms around him, pulling him in closer. Your earlier thoughts of wanting him to hold you feel almost selfish now, when he so clearly needs it. Carefully, you card a hand through the back of his hair. You desperately wish that you could do something to help him, but what is there to do in a situation like this? “What can I do?”

He gasps, harsh and wet sounding, and you wonder if he also held back his tears all afternoon. “Just hold me.”

That, you can do.

+ I

Joe is either a night owl or an early bird. There’s not really an in between. Some nights he falls into bed early, and then quietly gets up and takes his leave in the morning, ready to help usher the other early risers of San Francisco to work. Some nights he stays up late, wandering the apartment and smoking on the balcony until you wake up to find the bed empty, and then keep him company.

The nights when he heads to bed early are your favorites. You’re not sure when you started to notice it, but at some point you learned that, no matter how deeply asleep Joe seems to be, if you come to bed after him, he immediately rolls over and throws out an arm, searching for you across the expanse of bed. Once he finds you, he pulls you close to him, wrapping an arm around your waist and nestling his head on your shoulder. You’re not sure if he knows he does it or not. It might just be something that his subconscious automatically does. It might be a conscious choice. Either way, it’s sweet, and you don’t bring it up for fear that he might stop.

He's also taken to muttering in his sleep, which is a more recent development – he never did it during the war, that you’re aware of, but now you sometimes catch broken sentences and soft I love yous thrown out while he searches for you in the bed.

Tonight is no different. As soon as you slide under the blankets, you feel him roll over, and a second later, his arm is wrapped around you and he’s very close. You run a hand through his hair as you settle in, and his deep, even breathing momentarily hitches in his throat. His arm squeezes you tighter.

“You always hold me so close,” you giggle, watching his sleeping face. He likes to hold onto you, to have you near, and it must say something that he prefers it, even when he’s unconscious. A piece of hair has flopped across his brow, and you gently push it back so that you can see him better. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps. Not worried about anything at all.  

Suddenly, you remember something he said back during the war. I don’t wanna let you go again. “Don’t worry,” you whisper, just in case he can hear you. “I’m not gonna slip away.”

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hi, emma! how are you?

can I request for a George Luz angsty/fluff oneshot where a female officer in charge of logistic dropping foods for Easy but then she sees Luz's breaking down after witnessing Muck and Penkala? because it's always "hahaha so funny Luz" and never "how are you, Luz?".

i hope this makes sense, thank you so much!

Hello dear anon, tysm for your request, I really need to write more for everyone's beloved George Luz! 💗

Lay Your Weary Head to Rest

Holly could tell the second she pulled up in the truck that something was off. The mood amongst the usually chipper Easy men was somber, and it seemed like each of them had a storm cloud hanging over their heads. The forest around them was torn to shreds, split trees and large craters littering the snowy forest floor.

"Hi Holly," Dick murmured as she approached him, crate in her hands. He took it from her gently and set it down in the snow, his face pinched.

"What happened here?" She asked quietly, worry shining in her brown eyes. Dick heaved a great sigh, and she knew then that something awful had happened.

"Muck and Penkala got hit, a shell landed right in their foxhole," he explained solemnly, "Guarnere and Toye were evacuated with severe wounds."

"God that's so awful," Holly despaired, shaking her head in disbelief. Skip and Penk had always been there to greet her with a smile whenever she came with supplies, and it was hard to process that she'd never see those smiles again.

"Everyone's taking it pretty bad," he continued, "they'll be missed a lot."

"Yeah," she whispered, "yeah they will." Dick bade her farewell then and she trudged back to the truck, her heart heavy. She got a few smiles from some of the others as she dropped the rest of her crates, but it seemed nobody was in the mood to chat and she could understand why.

As she dropped the last box and turned to head back to the truck, she spotted a lone figure wandering into the trees with their head held low. She glanced back at the truck for a second before deciding to follow him.

As she left the hustle and bustle of the Easy CP she heard a gut wrenching sob echoing on the snow, and her heart broke as she peered around a tree and found George Luz curled up against it with his head in his hands.

"Oh George," she sighed, kneeling in the snow beside him and stroking his back gently, "talk to me."

"I just...." he choked, sniffling harshly, "I'm just so tired of it Holly."

"I know today was rough," she murmured, shuffling a bit closer to him.

"It's not just today though," he mourned, shaking his head and bringing his sorrowful eyes up to meet hers, "it's every goddamn day of this goddamn war. Its always 'any good jokes Luz?' And never 'how are you doing today Luz?' And I don't even blame them for it really. We all need a little laugh out here and I'm happy to provide it, but I just feel like I always have to be that happy guy you know? Even when I don't actually feel all that happy. And today we lost too many good friends, and I feel like I gotta be there to keep everyone's spirits up but I just can't, I can't do it today Holly."

"Oh sweetheart," she whimpered, her eyes brimming with tears as she put her arms around him and hugged him to her chest, "I'm sure nobody expects you to pretend to be okay all the time, least of all on a day like today."

George hummed noncommittedly, burrowing against the crook of her neck and wrapping his arms around her tightly. They sat in silence for awhile, Holly content to just hold him and let him get it all out.

"I can't imagine how hard it must be," she said after awhile, "feeling that you always have to show a smiling face."

"Hey I'm a happy guy 98% of the time," he chuckled wetly, rubbing his eye with the heel of his palm, "just sometimes, like today, it gets a little exhausting. And I usually just push through and keep smiling but I can't...not today. Today was just too much."

"You gotta talk to somebody when you start to feel like that," she explained softly, rubbing his arm comfortingly.

"Oh sure," he drawled, "y'know the guys aren't exactly the heart to heart type."

"Men," she huffed, rolling her eyes, "wouldn't kill ya to talk about your feelings from time to time y'know."

"Never know," he sniffled, "me sitting here in the freezing snow with you talking about feelings might just be the death of me."

"It's unlikely George," she chuckled, "but in all seriousness, next time you feel a little low I'm always happy to listen."

"Thanks Holly," he murmured, sitting up straight and giving her a grateful smile, "means a lot."

"You feel a little better now?" She asked softly, unwilling to leave him until she knew he'd be alright.

"Yeah I do," he nodded, standing and dusting off his pants before offering a hand to help her up, which she took gratefully. They walked back to CP in relative silence, the only sound their boots crunching in the snow, but the air was a little less heavy than it had been before.

"Thanks for that Holly," George said as they approached her truck. She turned to him and pulled him into a tight hug which he returned in kind.

"You know I always got your back," she whispered as she pulled away, patting his cheek fondly before jumping into the truck and trundling away from the front lines once again.

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SMILE FOR ME (I/III)

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

Pairing: Don Malarkey x photographer!Reader

Genre: fluff (1st part)

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Band Of Brothers: @sparkyluz

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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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[vannahfanfics]

Dawn and Dusk Part V

Before you read, here’s Part I, Part II, Part III, and Part IV!

Category: Romantic Fluff, Angst

Fandom: Yona of the Dawn

Characters: Soo-Won, Yona

Requested by: @lilc77​ (Tumblr)

Hey, friend! I hope you’re ready for more YonaWon! This is for the first of the batch that you requested for the theme “sexual tension and desire.” I thought it would fit perfectly within my ongoing “Dawn and Dusk” series of oneshots, so I hope you enjoy the latest installment!

The study echoed with gentle flip of pages. Yona sat among the towering tomes, her legs tucked primly underneath her so the thick, leather-bound book could rest on her thighs. Her dawn-colored eyes scoured the printed words carefully, though in the back of her mind, she doubted that a biological survey of Kouka Kingdom’s bird species would prove fruitful in her endeavor. Though she knew nothing would be hidden in the text, she entertained herself for a few moments more with the detailed illustrations of the songbirds and descriptions of their behavior. She got like this from time to time, looking for escape in the useless paragraphs after yet another day of finding nothing. 

Her fingertips skimmed over the inked drawing of a finch, its feathers painted in brilliant watercolor hues. The “sunrise finch,” it was nicknamed, not only for its brilliant red and yellow plumage, but also its propensity to be the first of the indigenous birds to rise. It awoke in the mere minutes before dawn to herald the oncoming sun with sweet tunes of the morning. Yet as the golden sun spilled across the trees, it would fall silent, its beautiful song swallowed up by the dawn chorus of other birds. Brief and fleeting, like the sunrise it worshipped. 

Yona wondered if that was her fate, to be brief and fleeting like the dawn. 

Sighing, she closed the book and replaced it on the shelf. Rather than grab another from the small stack beside her, she sat there a moment, reaching back to massage the flesh of her shoulder. Though soaking in the bath— however brief that was thanks to her surprise encounter with Soo-Won— had improved the strain significantly, she still found it twinging throughout the day. Perhaps I should retire early and give it some rest, she wondered, but looking down at the books next to her, Yona knew that would not happen. She had to keep searching, searching for any clues to the puzzle that existed between herself and Soo-Won. 

She turned to the window, where the moonlight streamed in to bathe the study in white, at least where the soft yellow light of the lantern beside her could not reach. She wondered if there was a bird that also called to the setting sun and rising moon. Did it mourn the loss of the sun, or did it welcome the appearance of the stars and night sky? Perhaps there was no bird at all, but a king’s fanfare is close enough, she supposed. Dusk had ruled this land ever since her father’s death, as the pale moon sat upon the throne, merely reflecting the light of the sun. A false light, but, did that mean it was no less worthy? She wondered that as she gazed at the sliver of moon hanging low in the sky. Dusk, dawn… It was all light, wasn’t it, chasing away the darkness? 

Who am I to truly say which is better? Yona thought with a sigh, looking back down at her lap. She felt her eyes begin to burn with the familiar sensation of salty tears brewing in the ducts. She often got this way when the watchful nights closed in, cast in light only by her flickering lantern. Everything was still so confusing; she knew not what path to take, what she should do for her people. It was maddeningly frustrating. She really only knew one thing these days, and that is that she still loved Soo-Won, achingly so, despite everything that had happened. 

The first tear slipped down her cheek just as the door to the study opened. Yona quickly swept it away with the sleeve of her kimono as Soo-Won walked in, a look of mild surprise on his face. 

“Ah. You’re still here? It’s awfully late.” 

“I could say the same to you,” she said, but not icily. “I wanted to look through another book or so before finishing up for the night. What about you?” she asked as he navigated through the stacks upon stacks of volumes covering the floor and sat at his small desk. He picked up his quill with a tut, uncapping the inkwell and dipping the pointed tip of the writing utensil into the black muck. 

“I have some reports that I have not yet read or signed off on,” he explained, skimming the contents of the first page before scribbling his signature on the bottom. He set it aside for the ink to dry, then began reading the next. 

Yona looked back to her stack of books, knowing that she should pick one up, but her desire to investigate any further had suddenly vanished. She looked back to the shelf, then stood to retrieve the book of bird species. She flipped back to the page about the sunrise finch, then slowly walked over to Soo-Won. He glanced up when she approached, then looked down at the open book in her hands. 

“Soo-Won… Have you ever seen this bird?” She turned it around so he could see the illustration. He studied it for a moment, then nodded. 

“Yes… They actually nest in the palace gardens,” he explained, and looked up when Yona gasped in delight. How had she never known such a gorgeous bird had a home in the plants right outside her window? Well… It wasn’t exactly often that she found herself up before dawn. However, that would soon change. She would wake up first thing tomorrow to catch a glimpse of this bird. 

“Thank you. I’ll leave you to your paperwork,” Yona said, then looked down at the bird and its brilliant sunrise plumage. She wondered if it would be as stunning in person. She was sure it would be. The anticipation brought a smile to her face, and so she replaced the book on the shelf. The sooner she got to sleep, the sooner the dawn would come. 

Soo-Won spoke as she headed to the door. 

“You were crying.” 

She stiffened. He had seen? She’d thought she’d been slick. She could feel his aqua eyes boring into her back, making warmth spread all over her back. His stare beckoned her like a siren call; she was helpless to his song, causing her to turn slowly around to face him. His expression wasn’t judgmental, not that she had expected it to be in the first place— it was sad, or guilty, even. 

He turned in his chair so he could hold his hand out to her. Entranced by that silent magnetic melody, Yona’s body moved of its own accord; she crossed the room to take his outstretched hand. His touch was soft as his fingers moved over hers, giving just the slightest tug to pull Yona until she was standing in front of him. He reached up with his free hand to brush over the tear stains she’d thought she’d scrubbed away, ghosting over the slightly reddened skin with a heartbroken look. 

“How is your shoulder?” Such an innocent question so at odds with the way his fingers skipped down to her shoulder, fingertips inching under her kimono to brush over the skin. She tried not to twitch at the electricity that shot through her nerves. Her body was stunned, electrified by his ministrations, but her tongue seemed to work just fine. 

“It’s better.” 

He didn’t say anything, just tilted his head while continuing to massage the top of her shoulder. Her heart thumped against her chest as her kimono sleeve slipped fully off her shoulder, exposing her upper arm and even the barest hint of the curve of her breast. Soo-Won’s eyes flickered up to hers, inspecting the minute twitches of her fate for discomfort. He didn’t find any, because why would he? By now, he knew the depths of Yona’s feelings, the way she yearned for his touch despite everything that had happened. 

When did his other arm snake around her hips? It had circled around her without her knowing, so she gasped when she felt him pull her forward until she bumped against his knees. He quirked a brow— a silent invitation. She bit down on her lip, debating. 

Would any good come from yielding to her desires? She should focus on ferreting out his plans for her kingdom, not yielding to her more base compulsions. Yet as Soo-Won’s aqua eyes met hers, she felt her inhibitions melting away as easily as that silk had slid off her shoulder. With a breath of his name, she climbed onto his lap, pressing every inch of their bodies together that she could. Soo-Won’s hands pushed into her dawn-colored hair with a reverent sigh, prompting her to crane her head back into his palms. 

He pressed his mouth to the column of her throat in an open-mouthed kiss. He lingered there for several moments, and then murmured against her skin, “I’m sorry. Ever since we met again, I have caused you pain.” 

Yona’s throat bobbed against his lips as she swallowed. Her eyelashes fluttered to fight back the tears, but they came anyway. Soo-Won must have felt the tears dripping down into his hair, because he sat up to press wispy kisses over her ruddying cheeks to catch the salty streams. “My selfishness has caused you pain,” he murmured against her face. “I tried, but… Yona, I love you so…” 

“I know,” Yona said with a shuddering breath. “I know. I love you too, Soo-Won, though it vexes me.” She curled her neck so she could bury her face into his hair. She inhaled deeply, and the scent of him flooded her nose— parchment, rose water, and a crisp coolness she could only characterize as moonlight. She wondered if she smelled like the dawn, spicy and warm? 

Soo-Won kissed the junction of her neck and shoulder, drawing her out of her thoughts. Just as a small bit of lucidity returned to her, he began a path up her neck and over her chin to claim her lips in a steamy, hungry kiss. Yona perched on his lap while his fingers roved up and down her back, leaving sparks in their wake. She tangled her tongue eagerly with his, and he tasted like cool moonlight, too. Her mind clouded over like it was filled with cotton as heat built up within her, like she was a pot filling with steam. 

Just as she felt ready to burst, he pulled away. Cool air rushed through her, chilling the warmth inside of her, and she exhaled shakily. Soo-Won petted her cheek with that sad look on his face again. She still trembled atop him, not sure how to feel. These short, passionate moments between them had become such a regular occurrence that it was hard to feel guilt or shame anymore. 

“Soo-Won,” she murmured, and his fine eyelashes fluttered when he looked up at her. They’d just exchanged some very passionate kisses, but she still blushed when she meekly asked, “Would you… Would you show me the sunrise finch tomorrow morning?” 

He seemed surprised by her question, his eyes going wide. Then, his face relaxed into a sweet smile. 

“I would love to. It has been a while since I’ve seen them myself.” 

When Yona prepared to get off him, his hands tightened around her hips. 

“Stay?” he asked, quietly, pleadingly. Yona tensed at first, then slowly relaxed when she saw the way he was staring down at his desk— so sadly, so miserably. Yona knew she ought not to, but she draped herself over him anyway, nestling her head on his shoulder. He held her against him with one arm while he turned to resume tending to his documents. Yona closed her eyes, focusing on the feeling of his chest rising and falling against hers, his heartbeat thumping against her sternum. It didn’t take long for hers to synchronize with his. Lulled by the melody of their tandem breaths and heartbeats, Yona found herself drifting into a comfortable sleep. The dawn would come eventually, and Yona would have to tend again to her priorities. However, for at least a few sweet hours, she would allow herself to bathe in the cool white light of the dusk— in Soo-Won and his deep, unconditional, heart-wrenching love for her.

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[kiruuuuu]

Blitz/Spectre oneshot in which she and Blitz get a little closer. (Rating T, fluff, ~2.5k words) - written for @ruaniamh​! Thank you again for commissioning me and I’m glad you’re happy with this piece ♥♥ You can find out all about Quinn “Spectre” Roach here! My commission info is over here :) 

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In a – as Spectre finds – deliciously ironic twist of fate, Blitz fails to react to her approaching due to the blinding light of the afternoon sun.

She’s crouched behind the low wall marking the beginning of the bridge’s balustrade and waiting for her next victim: Mira’s heavy boots gave her away earlier and allowed the Canadian to catch her off-guard, and even Smoke’s lighter steps proved insufficient as Spectre swiftly climbed a tree when she caught a glimpse of him nearing her position. She’s keen on racking up a few more ‘kills’, her competitive spirit awakened by Bandit’s boisterous claims of ending up as the winner and nurtured by the crisp October air.

Ultimately, it’s a child’s game they’re playing, a more advanced tag – they were all given a piece of fabric and told to tuck it into their trousers’ waistbands on their backs, a little like a bright red tail now trailing after them and marking them as potential targets. If someone manages to snatch it from someone else for safekeeping, that someone is out and has to return to base and whoever has collected the most pieces at the end wins. Simple enough, though Sledge claimed it’d serve to test their senses and spatial awareness, challenge their manoeuvring skills and showcase how well they work on their own for once. Spectre, however, suspects that the mild temperature and unimpeded sunshine played a not insignificant role in this decision to allow Rainbow to roam the fields outside of the base freely.

In any case, she’s not complaining, instead she relishes the fresh air and warming rays on her skin, has always liked this mixture as it keeps her focused and cheerful whereas the sweltering summer sun often leaves her content yet tired. Proof of this are the four stripes of cloth in her pocket, courtesy of a lot of stalking around and observing carefully. Some of the others declined the opportunity to swarm out in order to find a suitable starting spot away from everyone else, and instead tackled each other head on right outside the gate like children playing football for the very first time, all clumped up and shouting. Spectre managed to grab Maestro’s fabric before he even joined the fray and was already halfway over the hill before he noticed her demonic cackling was directed at him.

Right now, she’s listening to the gurgling of the small stream next to her and to footfalls probably wishing they were quieter. A quick peek lets her catch a glance of fair hair, golden in this light, sharp cheekbones, a compact silhouette – she doesn’t need more than a fraction of a second to be sure of who it is. She’d recognise him by the sound of his laugh, the adorable cow lick on the back of his head, the unusually shaped birth mark on his wrist.

Don’t turn around, she instructs him silently and almost kicks herself for doing so. They might be impressively in tune for most of the time, but they haven’t figured out telepathy yet. Slowly, she creeps around the solid stone railing, follows him as he steps down the river bank, probably to check for anyone below the bridge. Anticipation is making her giddy, she’s looking forward to the dumb expression on his face when he’ll realise what’s happened, and so she makes a mistake, produces a noise, causes him to turn around. But the sun saves her.

In the moment of confusion, the second he blinks and squints, she shoots up and reaches around him to get a hold of her prize, yet the sudden movement makes her lose her footing and crash into the solid body; now they’re both flailing (and was that a squeak from Blitz?), an arm wraps around her waist to regain balance where she has none to give – and the next thing she knows is the horizon tilting and ice cold water enveloping both of them.

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“Of all the things I wanted to achieve today, a bath in the river was not among them”, Blitz chides jokingly as soon as he’s emerged from the dressing room wearing his spare clothes and a grin which tells Spectre that he doesn’t mind. His hair is sticking up in all twenty cardinal directions simultaneously and she ponders whether to comment on it, eventually deciding against it. She doesn’t want to seem like she’s paying too much attention to his appearance.

“Not like you couldn’t use one”, she shoots back good-naturedly while they make their way towards a well-deserved lunch break.

“What, are you referring to the information retrieval again?”

“You call it intelligence gathering, I call it dumpster diving. Now which of these is a euphemism, hm? Didn’t you have to wade through sewage in Sevilla too?”

“I’ll have you know that both of those missions ended up successful and not everyone can be as limber as you. You probably would’ve climbed along the walls like a spider instead of stepping into that muck.”

Their playful back-and-forth is as familiar as it is comfortable, one of the constants in Spectre’s everyday life she looks forward to the most. Both of them enjoy poking fun at anything and everything, including themselves and each other – which is one of the reasons why they became fast friends. A sunny disposition in their job isn’t that common, usually it entails a much darker, morbid kind of humour. “I definitely wouldn’t have used an entire can of Lynx to get rid of the smell at least. That’s one way to keep the ladies off of you.”

As soon as the comment has left her mouth, she once again feels the impulse to kick herself. Because while Blitz laughs, it sounds oddly hollow to her ears. She shouldn’t have gone there, she knows he’s been wanting someone by his side for a while. She knows he even has someone in mind, overheard Jäger mention it to someone else. Felt strangely betrayed that Blitz would entrust him with this detail and not her, felt a stab of jealousy because who does Blitz call in the early morning after a bad dream? Whom does he send drunk texts which are as illegible as they are hilarious? Not Jäger, that’s for sure. She knows he doesn’t message anyone else, he never does so when they’re out together. She would like to see herself as his best friend but after that she’s had her doubts. If he kept this from her, what else did he keep?

Going down this path is futile and depressing, so she does her best to snap out of it but it takes a few minutes until her smile stops hurting.

A hiss is what finally distracts her mid-chew: “You are a fucking cat, young lady!”

Both she and Blitz snort at Mira’s accusation. “Did she sneak up on you too?”, he asks, amused.

“Please tell me who eliminated you so I can thank them for avenging my honour. You gave me the worst fright I’ve had in a while.”

While Spectre just grins proudly, the German opposite her replies: “More on accident, but we got each other.”

Mira lifts a brow and suddenly, it’s imperative Spectre doesn’t blush so she doesn’t give herself away. All the jokes and questioning glances whenever they playfight or feed each other unhealthy food to create the most disgusting combination are more than enough already. Still. It sounds nice: we got each other. “Is that why you’re looking like a drowned rat?”

“Watch out or you might hit someone in the face with all that charm you’re throwing around”, Spectre grins. Her mauve hair is still damp and probably hanging down sadly, so Mira might not actually be far from the truth – but she finds that she doesn’t mind, no, not at all. She can still feel Blitz’ loose embrace, hears his laughter bubbling up as they dragged themselves out of the stream, shaking the water off like a pair of dogs.

The Spaniard leaves them to their meals, still mock-grumbling, but gets replaced by Jäger immediately. “Can I interrupt you guys for a moment?”, he asks and Spectre idly wonders whether there’ll ever be anything he’d interrupt.

“I don’t know, can you?”, she replies and fights down a giggle when she realises Blitz just uttered exactly the same thing. They exchange a glance and a grin when he lightly kicks her under the table.

For a moment, she’s worried Jäger is going to hurt himself with how dramatically his eyes roll skywards. “Bunch of nerds”, he mutters. “All I wanted to know is whether you’re ready for tomorrow.”

“Of course! Tomorrow is a very special day.”

Blitz’ answer comes so fast that Spectre’s heart skips a beat. Did he – did he remember? She let it slip before, more than half a year ago, didn’t think he paid it any heed, didn’t think he’d care enough. He’s awful with remembering dates, only remembers Sledge’s birthday because it’s the same as his own, and his friends usually remind him of everyone else’s. But could he have -

“Yeah, I know how much you love Halloween.” Jäger earns a nod from Blitz and oh, that’s right. Of course that’s what he means. “You’re coming to Julien’s party too, right, Quinn?”

“Yes”, she replies curtly and contributes no more to the chatter about the Germans’ plans. She’s not hungry anymore.

.

The next afternoon, Spectre is in a rotten mood and hates herself for it. She adores Halloween, even decided to go all out this year and whip up a full-fledged zombie costume, ordered liquid latex for fake injuries, white contact lenses to max out the creepy and went so far as to buy blood capsules. Her plan was to dramatically announce her insatiable hunger for human flesh at some point during the party, and then gurgle crimson – Rook made the mistake of letting everyone know there’d be prizes for the best costumes and she’s determined to make it to the top three.

Well, was determined.

It’s silly and she knows it, yet this changes nothing. She received the usual greetings and best wishes from her family and friends, had Buck and Frost congratulate her inconspicuously, the two shoving candies and other important Canadian foodstuffs they know she misses into her pockets, and it’s how her birthday normally goes. She refuses to make a big deal of it, keeps it secret so people rather worry about enjoying Halloween than to procure impersonal gifts or, even worse, sing for her, and still -

Part of her had hoped she’d be important enough for Blitz to remember, yet she hasn’t even seen him all day. And the fact that this is what brings her down makes her feel even sillier.

No, she’s going to have a good time regardless. It’s not the end of the world. She’s going to freak everyone out by groaning and reaching out when they walk past, she’s going to unsettlingly stare at people and it’s going to be glorious. Rook hates zombies and she’ll have a whale of a time chasing him around his apartment.

Just as she’s made this decision, her doorbell rings unexpectedly.

For some reason, Blitz is holding a mug with the logo of a local wildlife resort in his hand, looking sheepish and apologetic at the same time. “There’s still time before we have to leave for the party, right?” He sounds out of breath, cheeks as red as his ears from the cold and looks adorable.

“Sure, more than an hour. I’m just starting to get ready.” Frowning, Spectre peers into the mug. “Did you bring… compressed dirt? You’re missing a few tentacles for your Davy Jones costume, I’m afraid.”

Blitz just laughs and enters the place where they’ve spent countless hours together, her kicking his ass at her favourite video games, them attempting to bake together, coming down after intense training or when they’ve just returned after a mission. He prefers visiting her, he’s said as much, thinks her flat is more inviting and homely and she secretly agrees. He toes off his shoes, hangs up his jacket and rummages in his pockets for a few more objects before herding her into the living room, taking his usual spot on the couch next to her.

Nothing gets clearer even as he sets the cup on the low coffee table and places an unassuming envelope next to it.

“What are you doing?”

The genuine confusion in her voice seems to amuse him for some reason. “You’re an idiot, Quinn. Did you think I’d forget? Happy birthday.” And with this, he conjures up a small candle and pushes it into the soft mass inside the ceramic. This is when it clicks.

“Is this – a mug cake?” She can’t believe it.

Blitz shrugs with an embarrassed smile. “I’ve destroyed your kitchen often enough that you know how bad I am at baking. This is all I could -”

A hug cuts him off and he seems happy to reciprocate it instead of talking. His strong arms pull her closer, squeeze her reassuringly and her heart sings. She can only imagine how long he must’ve agonised over what to gift her – because she also knows how bad he is at choosing presents. “Thank you”, she whispers and means so much more, but for now it should suffice. Another squeeze. She could get used to this.

And then the quiet, serene atmosphere vanishes as soon as she opens the envelope. Blitz watches her bounce and flail and cheer for a solid minute before he points out: “There are two tickets. I figured you might not want to go alone.”

“Two tickets to fucking Gamescom?”, Spectre squeaks ecstatically.

“And the flights, and a hotel room.” He seems extremely pleased with how excitedly his gift is being accepted – and this is the best thing Spectre could’ve hoped for, it’s the largest video game convention in the entire world. She’ll get to try out upcoming titles herself, collect all the swag, stroll around among like-minded people and this is amazing. “You can take whoever you like.”

In her exhilaration she misses his tone of voice but doesn’t miss his surprised expression when she punches him in the arm. “You hoser, of course you’re coming with me.”

“Really? I – I mean, I can probably be useful since it’s in Germany, so -”

“I wouldn’t want anyone else to go with me even if it was in France, or Canada, or wherever.”

And now she notices his blush still hasn’t disappeared despite his breathing long having calmed down. …maybe the cold wasn’t really its cause. Maybe, just maybe -

“I’d love to go with you”, he says and oh, he’s not really that interested in gaming normally, and he said a hotel room, and maybe, just maybe, he told Jäger instead of her because…

It clicks. And suddenly, she knows with vicious clarity that this is going to be the best birthday of her life. “Elias”, she murmurs and waits until he finally gathers the courage to meet her fond, helpless, hopeful gaze, “do you like me?”

And the bright red colouring Blitz’ face only deepens.

Seems like she won’t be using the blood capsules today after all, not when she’s pretty sure her mouth will be occupied otherwise for the majority of the party.

And only mere minutes later, she starts considering ditching her zombie costume entirely because there’s no doubt they’re going to be late anyway. Now they really, finally, eventually got each other.

#rainbow six siege #blitz #spectre #blitz/spectre #fanfic #commissions #blitz is a dork but that's why we love him #let's hope the cake doesn't taste how it looks

[reveriesforyou]

Your Girl

Hi babes! I know that it's been a long time since I posted a writing, and for that, I'm sorry! But, to make it up to you, here's a supa long oneshot that I really hope you enjoy! Anyways, this is about Tom and a very shy reader, who suffers from slight social anxiety. Tom keeps an eye on her because he knows how uncomfortable she gets in unfamiliar social settings with new people, and the pair begin to fall for each other! They go out to dinner with friends one night, and the reader ends up attracting some very unwanted attention and Tom gets very protective and then feelings happen and ??? I hope you like it!

Your Girl

Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and then promptly fixing it back to it’s place directly over her eyes, she fussed about with slightly quaking hands. Gnawing on the inside of her lip, she rocked up and down on the balls of her feet, various unsettling scenarios bouncing through the expanse of her mind. The outlines of all the possibilities at hand were making her head spin. She’d been worried about them since she awoke that morning with the intent of traveling down to her local bookstore, allowing her anxiety to conjure up every alarming response that had the slightest half a chance of occurring.

    In the pit of her stomach, fear had poked it’s piercing talons through her skin, dragging up and down and forcing her tummy into knots. All she intended to do was ask a question about a book’s location in the store, but the reaction of the employee she’d be asking was filling her with a sense of dread. The girl understood that it was very likely the storekeeper would even bat an eye, too uninterested into their work to really do anything other than offer their assistance, seeing as she was a paying customer, but she was oh-so very nervous that they’d scoff in her face or roll their eyes. She even wondered if they were allowed to flat-out dismiss her.

    Logically, she understood that all of the rudeness she had created in her mind on the bookkeeper’s behalf were very unlikely reactions. But, the fact that they existed and could happen were enough to keep her inside, curled up in bed, staring longingly her shelf of finished novels.

    Now, she stood by the guidance desk, busying herself with glancing over the classic book corner of the store after she had forced herself up and out of her front door. Each time she psyched herself up to finally speak to the woman manning the desk, her courage evaporated as soon as someone else sauntered up to the counter to ask their question. The girl was so locked in her feelings of utter hopeless that she barely noticed the boy who wandered over to the opposing side of the bookshelf.

    Scrunching up her nose and groaning, she rounded the corner of the shelf to once again glance over the books whose author’s last names began with the letters A-L. She was so focused on forcing herself to speak that she walked straight into the young man’s surprisingly solid chest.

    “Shit, fuck, I mean shoot-” with her cheek pressed against his chest, she could feel the british accent rumbling past his lips, “‘’M sorry that I ran into you, and I’m sorry for swearing. Are you alright, love?”

    She pried herself away from him and glanced up at him with strawberry-red flushed cheeks, and a bashful gaze, “yeah, no problem, totally on me, not you. Sorry I crashed into you, just wasn’t looking where I was going.” Her eyes flickered across the room, she didn’t want to appear psychotic for staring at him too long or anything like that. So far, she’d observed that the boy was very british, and very cute, which was making her stumble over her words more than she already was.

    The boy stared down at the girl in front of him, his brows puckered. She was lovely, and truth be told, he’d seen her circle the shelf about three or four times, and she was biting down on her lip so hard that he was beginning to fret that she’d draw blood. She seemed lost, or scared, either way, something was off with her, he could tell.

    “You’re sure?” He questioned, steadying her in place before him, “you look a bit frazzled.” The girl dropped her eyes to floor once more, her cheeks coloring growing darker than before, and he quickly opened his mouth to retract his previous statement, “no, no! I didn’t mean it like that! You’re still  disarmingly cute, it’s just that you seem a bit adrift. Do you need anything?”

    She opened and shut her mouth, cocked her head to the side and regarded him with the softest voice he’d ever heard, “Just trying to find a book is all, did you really n-,” she started before she cut herself off. She was working herself into a tizzy, first she nearly took a cute boy down, and then he’s complimenting her and asking if she needs anything. The girl was convinced that she could float up into the summer sky’s barely existent clouds and melt into the blue sky forever. Everything felt stupendously surreal.

    “Can I help you look or anything?” He offered, snapping her out of her daydream of evaporating into a mist and flitting around town as she pleased, “my name’s Tom.”

    Now, she was thoroughly convinced that the entire day was a massively wild reverie. Her mind pieced two and two together, and she became very aware that the boy who stood in front of her was no other than Tom Holland.

    “Wow,” she uttered, reaching out to tentatively poke him in the chest, “you’re you.”

    Tom shoved his hands into his pockets and giggled, a soft smile stretching across his cheeks. “Yes, that I am. And may I ask who you are?”

    She rolled her bottom lip into her mouth and stated her name. If it turned out that she was dreaming, she was prepared to accept it wholeheartedly. If Tom Holland decided that he wanted to speak to her, and furthermore assist her in finding her book, than so be it. She was not going to allow herself to muck it all up by saying no, especially when his brown eyes looked so sparkly and kind.

    “Now, what is it that we’re looking for?” Tom questioned, placing a hand on the small of her back to guide her away from the corner and up to the guest’s assistance desk.

    Ever since that afternoon, she and Tom were together, not romantically they claimed, but truly, all that was necessary for the pair’s connection to be deemed romantic was the pair’s confession to one another that they each desired more from their friendship. Tom paid extra attention to her, quickly figuring out that she was painfully shy and teetered away from social situations that frightened her. Tom had made it his mission to check up on her to make sure she was alright  and wasn’t being coerced into activities she didn’t wish to partake in.

    Tom had fell into the habit of ordering her food for her, asking questions for her at the store and keeping a watchful eye on anyone he felt could cause her harm. He was more than happy to help her, and it fueled his self-esteem when she would smile up at him and thank him for easing her anxiety. That was all Tom ever wanted to do.

    In return, she spent a fair amount of time looking after him in less obvious ways. When she felt as though he’d been eating too much takeout and deserved a nice home-cooked meal, she took it upon herself to prepare him one. She learned exactly how he liked his cups of tea, what kind of books he liked to nurture his mind with, and she even knitted Tom a beanie for when he would be away filming somewhere cold. Often times, the girl and Tom stayed up all night talking on the phone, or snuggled up together on the couch in her living room.

    “Darling,” Tom called out to her, “are you nearly ready?” He plopped down on the couch and began leafing through one of the novels that she had currently stacked on her coffee table. Tom hadn’t had as much time to read books, seeing as he was going through so many scripts, but he’d always found that her books enthralled him and would gently coax him back into the bookstore. The book he was currently turning over in his hands was a bright, proud, sunshine yellow. It’s title was printed across the page in red, block letters. “‘Sex and Rage?’” Tom smirked, already preparing to tease the girl he was waiting for.

    They’d been invited out to dinner with some of his castmates and a few other mutual friends, and the girl was presently rushing around her apartment in search of her favorite lipgloss and her purse.

    “I’m almost done, I promise!” Tom heard her muffled response, and then a second later he heard her utter a few choice curse words, prompting him to settle back against the couch because she was clearly not anywhere near being done. He kicked his legs up to balance on her coffee table and opened the novel by Eve Babitz and allowed her to take him all the way back to 1970s Los Angeles.

    After about fifteen more minutes, Tom looked up to find her stood in front of him, blushing profusely when she took note of the book in his hands. Raising his brows and grinning boyishly at her, Tom waved the novel her way. “Interesting choice of reading material, innit?”

    “I-,” she started, and then proceeded to open and shut her mouth, she chose to mumble, “shut up, Tom. It’s a classic.”

    “Yes, yes, love,” Tom said, “sex and rage are quite classic in LA.”  Tossing the book back into it’s proper place, Tom skimmed her frame up and down. “You look,” he almost lost his breath. She was clothed in a silky, sheer, polka-dotted dress, the ruffles dipping low and offering him ample view of the expanse of her chest. The dress’s hem was short and her legs looked just as silky soft as the fabric of her dress. Tom longed to press kisses all the way up from her ankles to above where her skirt ended. “Fucking amazing,” he finished, taking one her hands within his own to press a gentle kiss to the back of her hand. He had half a mind to propose they skipped the dinner all together. Tom didn’t want to share the vision of loveliness that she was with anyone else.

    She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you,” she broke away to look directly into his eyes, “you look like every teen’s dream.” She laughed as Tom let out a chuckle underneath his breath. “Are you ready to go?”

    Tom stepped closer to her, winding a hand around her waist, “been ready, love. It’s you that I’ve been waiting for.” Which Tom thought was true, to be fair. The only reason that he hadn’t showered her in love and adoration was because he wasn’t absolutely positive that she’d want him too.

Although, she’d allowed him to kiss the back of her hand, and she kissed him on the cheek, what would be so different about Tom leaning down and angling her chin up towards him so he could press his lips against her own? But still, Tom waited. He needed to know that she felt the same for him. Tom refused to allow his feelings for her taint their friendship. He’d done everything he could to try and get her to pick up on his emotions, but he’d observed that they went right over her head. Unluckily for him, everyone else had been made well aware of the love Tom had for her. He prayed up to the high heavens that they’d go easy on them tonight.

After locking up her apartment with his own set of keys, and driving to the restaurant, Tom rushed around the side of the car of yank her door open and help her out. “Careful, m’love,” Tom muttered, taking both her hand and her waist in his hands, “don’t want you to slip.”

“Tom, I’m wearing heels, I’m not injured.” She giggled.

It was Tom’s turn to turn the same shade of red the ripe strawberries she’d given him for breakfast were, “I know, just don’t want you to slip is all.”

Together, they walked into the restaurant, Tom heading over to the hostess’s station to inquire about the whereabouts of their table while she strayed a little behind, choosing to stare at a painting that was hung in the foyer.

“Intricate, isn’t it?” An American male’s voice stated from behind her. When she whipped around to face him, she found that the man in front of her was a bit too close for her liking. So close to her that she felt as though the overbearing cologne the man had covered himself in had sprouted arms and was choking it’s way into her system.

“Yes,” she said, smiling as politely as she could. She peered around the man, trying to spot Tom to no avail.

The girl understood that under no circumstances did she owe this man anything, even a conversation, but she'd grown quickly timid of the way in which he leered over her.

“Waiting for anyone?” The man asked, stepping closer to her and turning his head to the side. When he smiled at her, she didn’t like it. This man’s smile wasn’t warm the same way Tom’s was when he directed it at her, and she could already tell that it wasn’t going to be followed up by a laugh. She knew it was wrong to compare every man that she came into contact with to Tom, but she couldn’t help it. He was everything she wanted and more.

“Uh, yeah, actually. I’m waiting for my boyfriend,” she lied, pink spreading across her cheeks. “He’s just making sure our table is ready.”

The man didn’t seem put off at all when she claimed to be there with her boyfriend, in fact, the smile he wore on his lips curled into a smirk, almost as if to say, “challenge accepted.”

“There you are darling!” Tom called, his brows nearly joining together when he saw the man stood in front of his girl. As he made his way over to them, Tom could practically hear the sigh of relief escape her lungs. Curling a protective arm around her waist, Tom came to a halt behind her and leaned down to pepper her neck with kisses. “Who’s this?”

Before she could even think of a response, the man introduced himself, “Luc. Nice to meet your girl.”

Tom narrowed his eyes, “yeah, my girl is very nice.” He tucked her beneath his arm and began leading her towards the door, offering a hasty, “our table is ready,” the man’s way, not bothering to listen for a response.

“What an absolute wanker,” Tom said loudly, unable to stop himself from saying that he thought so before they walked out of Luc’s hearing range, “alright now, love?” He shook his head and glanced back towards where the man stood, “didn’t like how he was looking at you. What right does he think he has? Fuckhead.”

She merely pressed a kiss to Tom’s jaw, “s’alright now. Don’t worry about it. Thank you for pretending to be my boyfriend, I think he’ll go away now.”

“I’ll be your boyfriend anytime you want.” Tom said, guiding her into the room in which their friends occupied.

After greeting their table, smiling and laughing and talking, the pair barely made it through the appetizers without the man, Luc, quickly becoming an issue once more. They’d learned that he too was apart of a rather large dinner party, so their tables were right smack next to each other. When she spotted Luc coming her way, she shrunk so noticeably back into Tom’s chest that Harrison, who was sat across the table from her, took notice too.

Tom scoffed, “for fuck’s sake. He’ll leave you alone darling, and if not, he and I shall be exchanging words outside.” Tom smoothed her hair down and kissed her temple.

“Well, that’s new.” Harrison stated, eyes blown wide open. “Are you two finally together now?” He asked, his comment quickly peaking the interest of the entire table.

“See,” she heard Laura chime in next to her, “told you they’d be official by now.”  

Jacob broke into a grin, “yeah, man! Knew your balls would drop sometime soon!”

She leaned back against Tom’s chest and whispered as quietly as she could, “should we go along with it?” She blinked up at Tom, who’s arm dropped from being wrapped around the back of her chair to securing her further into his side.

“Whatever you-,” his voice trailed off, “you’re joking?” She turned her head and was met with a waiter handing her a drink and pointing Luc’s direction, claiming that he’d bought it for her, and that there was more to come.

Tom pushed his chair out and angled his body towards Luc, “she’s not here with you, mate!”

“Unlikely that she’s here with you either, considering the fact that none of you friends seem to be aware of your relationship.” Luc smirked, tipping his own drink up towards his lips.

“What a tosser,” Harrison proclaimed loudly, already prepared to jump in on his friend’s behalf.

Tom was pulled away from the escalating conversation by an earnest tug on his shirt. “Tom, don’t! It’s not worth it, just ignore it and maybe he’ll go away. He’s trying to start something with you.” She advised, attempting to guide his gaze back to her.

“Bullshit,” Tom mumbled, “like fuck you aren’t worth it! You’re my girl and I’m not going to let him treat you like this.” Anger was seeping into his words and fogging up his mind, so Tom didn’t notice that he’d just uttered a very unfriendly statement her way.

“Tom,” she tried again, “it’s all pretend! It’s fine, just focus on me.”

“No, love. I don’t think you understand,” Tom sighed, focusing his gaze on hers once more. “It’s more than just pretend to me. I want you to be my girl and I feel like I’ve made it all painfully obvious, and you haven’t picked up on it, or reciprocated, or maybe you flat out ignored it. Which is fine, everything about that is fine. It’s just that I care about you and I’m not going to let some fucking dirtbag make you feel uncomfortable.” Tom raked a hand roughly through his hair, “shit,” he mumbled, shutting his eyes, “m’sorry if that made you feel uncomfortable too.”

“Kiss me.” She ordered, ushering Tom closer to her. Taking in his puzzled expression, she added, “kiss me, Tom. For real, please. Kiss me and I’m your girl. For real, not for pretend.”

Tom could hear Luc talking, Harrison retorting and Laura hailing a waiter to ask if there was anything to be done about the seating arrangements, but none of it was clicking in his mind. “What are you saying?”

“Look at me, Tom Holland,” he heard her say sternly. “Don’t let male ego get in the way of this. Don’t look at him, look at me. I wasn’t sure if you were telling me you wanted me, I thought that you were just being nice and you’re too important to me to lose, so I never questioned your intentions. I’m sorry for making you think that I was ignoring you, but I’m not anymore. Please, please kiss me.”

Tom’s head was spinning all across the room. He felt like he was upside down, underwater, sideways and more, but when she finished speaking, his head clicked back into place.

“Please,” she asked softly, tipping her head up towards Tom, who then surged forward, softly stroking over her cheeks and taking the time to carefully align her head with his to create the most perfect of first kisses he would swear anyone in the world had ever had.

A collective gasp fell across the table, and even Luc grumbled a distant, “what the fuck ever, bro. She’s not that cute anyways.”

When the pair broke apart, the first thing Tom could gasp out was, “now you’re my girl,” before quickly swooping down to conjoin their lips once again.

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[ithinkabouttzu]

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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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

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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.

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How about a BoB reactions of their crush confessing having feelings for them? 😍

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BoB reaction to their crush confessing their feelings for them

Genre: Fluff; romance

warnings: none, kissing

Description: Easy Co. Reaction to their crush (you) confessing their feelings to them

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Dick Winters

He is… shocked.. He freezes for a quick moment before finding the right words to say, “Is that really how you feel about me?” He’s honored that you like him, I mean your gorgeous so why would he not be? He would probably ask you when you started liking him and how, after that he would confess that he also has feelings for you, “You know y/n, I like you too” With that attractive grin of his OMG

Lewis Nixon

He is ready to ask you a million questions, why? when? how? where? He is surprised that you like him, and even more surprised that you confessed it to him, he has to somehow understand why you would ever like him, therefore asking you a bunch of questions, “What’s the one thing you like about me the most, like, about my face” “Quit with the questions Lew” He would probably ask you out for a date after having that conversation with you, “so let’s go out this weekend what do you say?” With that smirk of his on full display for you to see.

Carwood Lipton

“you like me, y/n?” you could see the huge grin surface onto his face, he couldn’t contain his joy, you actually like him? you like him! Arguably one of the best days for him, he’s so happy you told him, he would confess that he liked you back and then you guys would tell each other how long you’ve liked one another and all that stuff.

Joe Toye

“Wait, what? You like me?” He has to double check that you actually like him because he does not believe you at first, and of course you shake your head up and down nodding in agreement to his question with a big smile on your face, “Gosh, I like you too doll” He would pick you up and hug you out of instinct, he would be on top of the world, it was so cute that you confessed your feelings to him, he is honored really, “So what do you say, you and me, out for a movie and some dinner, y/n?”

Joe Liebgott

“Really doll?” he would lift your chin up with his finger, the eye contact between you two would be PHENOMENAL and the tension between y’all would be through the roof, the urge not to actually bury his lips into yours is insane, “I like you, Joey” You’d look up at him with the biggest doe eyes ever, he couldn’t hold back any more, the kiss would be so nice and passionate, it would be a good, long kiss before both of you go back up for air, “how about we get outta here, talk about this somewhere more privately, would you like that princess?”

Bill Guarnere

“You playin’ with me?” His whole expression would change from chill to serious, he also did not really believe you at first, like he thought you might’ve been joking around or something, but when you give him those serious eyes, he new you weren’t joking, “Wait, you really feel that way for me?” you would explain to him again, that you in fact did like him, “Well, if you want to know, I like you too, y/n” And for a moment his whole expression would actually be soft for once, he did, really like you, and it was all over his face, “ How about we go out for dinner, your pick, all on me”

George Luz

“For real?! Come here!” He would wrap you into the biggest and most comforting hug ever, it would feel like a soft teddy bear hugging you. “you know i’ve liked you ever since i met you?” he would look into your eyes as he let you out of the hug. He would be so soft in that moment, like so cute, “Cmon, let’s take a walk” where then you would tell him how this all came about, every time he asked you a question and you gave him an answer, his face would light up in pure joy, “I know it might be too soon to ask but, will you go out with me y/n?” AHHH HES SO CUTE

Bull Randleman

A hug smile would make onto his face, and then he would look down at you, with a loving, but serious and bright expression, “That musta’ took a lot of courage to tell me, thank you doll, Must I say that I like you too, in fact, maybe even a bit more than like” no it turns out you end up being the one who gets nervous, “You guys would sit in that same spot and talk non stop, about how this all came about and all those kind of details, He would smile ear to ear every time you told him about how much you liked him, he would def ask you out later in the night

Eugene Roe

He is at a loss of words, he cannot find one word to say other than his face in pure shock, you actually like him? He’s thinking like, “Am I dreaming? What is going on?” you and him stay in silence for a bit longer until you walk away, thinking that was his way of nicely rejecting you, until he runs up behinds you and hugs you. “I-I like you too y/n, I just didn’t know what to say, I’m sorry” You of course tell him that he’s fine and you guys talk all night, by the morning you guys are practically a couple.

Floyd Talbert

“Wait, so you’re saying you like me? Like you like me, like me?” He would laugh with that sexy infamous smirk of his. “That’s actually crazy because, well, I like you too” This boy is a sweet talker and he would show you his best skills when you told him that, “let’s celebrate huh, you and me out together, for a movie, or whatever you want to do” He would actually be soft and sweet, you bring out this gentleman side of him that he would never show anyone else and it’s so cute.

Skip Muck

He would be SHOCKED, like jaw to the floor shocked, he honestly wouldn’t know what to say at first, “Wait.. You like me?” “Yes, Of course I do” That’s when he would pick you up and spin you around in the most cutest, loving way, he would he so happy, sometimes his mind can run so he’s already planning a wedding in his head when he hears you like him “Well, I guess we better start planning our first date together sometime, i-if you’d like of course”

Don Malarkey

He would chuckle out of joy, he would point at himself in conformation, when you give him that yes again, he would walk up to you and kiss you, it would be so passionate and sweet, without any words, Don told you exactly how he felt into that one kiss, After the kiss you guys would have a moment where no words were spoken, you guys just stared into eachothers eyes while trying to catch your breaths “Would you want to go talk about this somewhere, I know a good spot in the forest we could go to?”

Babe Heffron

“Wait, you bein’ for real?” He would be a little skeptical at the thought of you liking him back, like you actually like him? what? “Yes, I like you a lot Babe” He would pull you in for a hug before kissing your cheek, “I like you too, y/n, a lot actually” He would whisper in your ear while you guys are hugging, you guys would be talking all night, just about everything really, until he asked you out on a date before you guys went off to your own respective spots

Frank Perconte

He gets confused, “I like you” That’s what you tell him, with no context. “I like you too?” He would say, just assuming you were talking about in a platonic way, “No Frank, I like you! A lot actually!” You would protest his way for him to actually understand you, “wait, you do?” “Yes!” “I like to you too Y/n” his smile would appear out of nowhere, he would be so excited when you told him, but his facial expressions would never tell that, “would you like to maybe go out sometime?”

Shifty Powers

He’d be oblivious kinda like Frank, “I like you too y/n!” But when you told him that you like like him and why you did he would be speechless, a part of him didn’t know someone could like him so strongly, so it definitely took him by surprise. “Y-you d-do?” “Yes of course I do Shifty” “W-well I like you too!” You would be the one to run into his arms with a big hug, he was once again shocked by you, but he didn’t mind it one bit. “Let’s hangout tomorrow? Only If you want to of course!”

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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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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]

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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[softguarnere]

Masterlist

Oneshots

Ron Speirs

Pull That Trigger

Ares and Athena

Learn to be Lonely

People-Watching vs People Watching

Alone, Together

Anywhere You Go (Let Me Go Too)

From Scratch

If You Strip Away the Myth From the Man

Everyone, Everywhere, Everything

Evaded By Hypnos

Joseph Liebgott

The Freudian Slip (Part One) (Part Two)

Touch Me, Love Me, Can't Get Enough

Miracle of Miracles

'Til Dawn

2am

Hardheaded At Best

Joe Toye

When You Talk To An Officer

In That Head

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

Seven

In Sickness and In Health

Bill Guarnere

Always Best to Believe in One's Self

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

You Need a Little Candor, Need a Little Candor

Might Find Love

Babe Heffron

Call A Medic (But Not For Me)

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

Inhale, Exhale

Eugene Roe

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

Avec Les Étoiles Dans Les Yeux

Staring At the Ceiling With You

Where There is Injury

Shifty Powers

You Tied a Tether Here to Keep Me Close

Don't You Feel My Heart Go?

She Used to Be Mine

Wildflower

David Webster

Friends That I Barely Know

Return to Sender (Part 2)

It Will Have Been Worth It

Lewis Nixon

I Can Read You Like a Magazine

Hold Me Close While I Think This Through

Coming Clean

Carwood Lipton

White Christmas

You Matter Too (I Promise You Do)

Skip Muck

I See Forever in Your Eyes

Dick Winters

Guardian Angel

Lucky Stars

Blushing All the Way Home

Skinny Sisk

Return to Sender (Part 2)

You've Got a Side You Can't Explain

George Luz

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

Cold Turkey

The Rest of the World Falls Away

Floyd Talbert

Passed Me a Note Saying, "Meet Me Tonight"

Johnny Martin

The Depths of Despair

Headcanons

Pining Headcanons

Bull Randleman and Chuck Grant

Joseph Liebgott and Dick Winters

George Luz and Don Malarky

Carwood Lipton and Joe Toye

Eugene Roe

Bill Guarnere

Joe Toye

Relationship Headcanons

Dating Shifty Powers

Dating George Luz

Dating Eugene Roe

Dating Lewis Nixon

Dating Joseph Liebgott

Dating Chuck Grant

Dating Dick Winters (as an OSS agent)

First date with Skinny Sisk

Misc. Headcanons

fem!reader overworking herself for Easy

taking care of Malarky

Easy Company reacts to praise

How they react to you being in a shootout

Helping a S/O who is touch starved

Christmas with Easy Company

How they react to false news of your death

Luz falling for a lady lieutenant

Asking their crush to be their Valentine

Asking their crush to be their Valentine (part 2)

How Liebgott would ask out his crush

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

Doc Roe dating an extrovert

Nurse!reader who has a boyfriend back home

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

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

How they take care of you when you're sick

Luz asking out his crush

Comforting them after a bad week

How they react to you being wounded in combat

How the officer squad reacts to your awards

First date with Winters

When they get jealous

Dick with an upbeat nurse

Double reaction - end of war

Original Character Fics

Like A Girl (Like A Man)

For Whatever We Lose

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