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"I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm

South Philadelphia, New Year's Eve, 1945"

From "I Double Dare You-A Rendezvous With Destiny."

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"Off with my overcoat, off with my gloves. Who needs an overcoat, I'm burning with love. My heart's on fire and the flame grows higher. So I can weather the storm. What do I care how much it may storm? I've got my love to keep me warm."

*Author's Note: Some sections are for readers over 18 years of age. In other words, smut warning. The expression "And how!" was popular with Bill Guarnere's generation. He used the expression in the book he wrote with Babe Heffron and I heard my grandparents use the expression, too. The depiction of Bill is based upon the actor's portrayal in the movie.*

A snowstorm was underway in South Philadelphia on New Year's Eve. Blowing and drifting snow made going out undesirable for the Guarneres and no one planned to visit them due to the weather. Since the storm was predicted in the newspaper and on the radio earlier in the week, Leigh ensured that she had everything she needed for a nice supper. She also made sure that the dress Bill gave her for Christmas was cleaned, pressed and ready to wear.

When Leigh returned home from work, it was much later in the afternoon. The snow caused the city buses to run late. She started to prepare supper and put a bottle of champagne in a bucket filled with ice. Employees of the CBS affiliate got champagne along with their Christmas bonuses.

She set about making a very elaborate antipasto while she cooked some steaks that came from her grandpa's farm. Leigh decided to make some spaghetti sauce with Italian sausage to go with some homemade pasta.

Earlier in the week, Bill mentioned that he would enjoy having a small serving of pasta "wit' that good gravy ya make" the next time they had steaks.

Leigh got a good recipe from Augusta for a marinade that was great for beef. The day before New Year's Eve, she combined garlic, red wine, some salt, a dash of pepper and a hint of oregano.

Prior to placing the steaks in the marinade, Leigh used a meat tenderizer on both sides of the steaks. Then, the steaks were placed in a baking dish. The marinade was poured over the meat. A lid was placed on the baking dish and the steaks marinated for 24 hours.

Since a snowstorm was going on, supper was later than usual. Traffic was crawling on all of the major thoroughfares. As the steaks simmered in a skillet, Leigh put on her new red dress, black stockings, a black lace garter belt, a black lace bra, black silk panties and her favorite black open toed high heeled pumps. She touched up her makeup, brushed her hair and headed back to the kitchen.

Leigh turned on the radio to have music playing while she finished the special supper. She donned an apron made of material with tiny red roses. Protecting her favorite dress was top priority.

A good bottle of red wine was open to allow it to 'breathe' before she put it into a decanter. Leigh used her best china plus the crystal wine glasses from the Andrews Sisters. The champagne flutes from the famed trio would be used for a midnight toast to the new year.

When Bill got home from work, he embraced and kissed Leigh after hanging up his snow covered coat on a coat tree in the kitchen and putting his gloves on the coat tree to dry.

"Baby, I love that new dress (he pronounced the word as 'dat'). You look like ten million bucks. Good thing we're stayin' in tonight. The snow is really comin' down an' the wind is ice cold. It kinda reminds me o' the Christmas Eve snowstorm in Aldebourne.

"Thanks, Honey." She winked, adding, "You ain't seen nothin' yet."

"What's goin' on, Sweetheart? Sounds like you're up to somethin'."

"You'll see, be patient. I'll make it worth the waiting."

"I like the sound o' that." Guarnere went upstairs to put on a clean dress shirt after quickly shaving. The atmosphere in the house was cozy, with the Christmas decorations, a fire in the living room fireplace and music on the radio.

Leigh set the table and lit the candles in cut glass candle holders. Bill helped her get supper served. He pulled out the chair for her to be seated at the dining room table. Leigh thanked him. Then, he sat down and asked the blessing.

After they finished their supper, Bill told her,

"Baby, that was one hell of a good meal. Ya went all out wit' the fancy dishes an' wine glasses. Everythin' was perfect. We couldn't get food this good from the best restaurants uptown." Leigh was pleased that he enjoyed supper.

"Thanks, Bill. Let me get the dishes and then we can get ready to celebrate the new year."

"Nothin' doin', Leigh. I'm helpin' wit the dishes. How 'bout I wash an' you dry? That way, your dress won't get ruined."

"That sounds like a good idea, Honey. A sweet, sexy man bought that dress for me." Bill grinned,

"I've gotta admit that guy has excellent taste in buyin' broads' clothes." Leigh playfully raised her eyebrows,

"Oh, so now I'm a broad, not your baby or your sweetheart?" She went into the kitchen to get her apron. Guarnere followed Leigh and stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, gently pulling her close to him.

"Ya little devil. You know you'll always be my baby an' my sweetheart. I'm gonna tell ya what ya tell me sometimes, you're a sexy smart ass. Speakin' of a sexy ass, that dress shows it off to perfection." Leigh giggled,

"Thank you, kind sir. Flattery will get you everywhere with me." Bill let go of her and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt. Leigh put on her apron.

"That's good to know. We'd better get to work before we get up to somethin'. I'll bring in the dishes an' I promise to be real careful wit' 'em."

After Bill brought in the plates, silverware and wine glasses, Leigh put the leftover antipasto into a container that went into the refrigerator. While they cleaned and dried the dishes, Bill and Leigh talked about the way they had spent the past New Year's Eves since they got together. After the last dish was dried and put away, Leigh removed her apron and placed it on the kitchen counter. She embraced Bill,

"This year is very special. Not only because it's our first New Year's Eve as man and wife. It's extra special because, thank God, you survived." Guarnere tenderly kissed her.

"The man upstairs done most o' the work keepin' me alive, but you helped by cookin' for me an' bein' there for me. I owe you a hell of a lot, Baby."

"Thanks, Honey. You don't owe me anything. Getting married more than made up for everything. I was hoping to be your wife for a long time." Leigh had a smirk very similar to Bill's smirk when she added, "All you owe me is a good time later tonight."

"Oh, you can count on me givin' ya an extra good time later tonight, Sweetheart. Ol' Guarnere loves to satisfy a certain lady." Leigh got on her tip toes and playfully kissed the tip of his nose,

"And how! Remember when Perconte said he "really enjoyed Christmas Eve with the Guarneres," I was daydreaming about being your wife and having dinner guests over to visit us as I looked out the window at the snow coming down in Aldebourne."

"I asked ya what ya thought of Perconte sayin' that 'cause I wanted to know how ya felt about gettin' married someday. I was a happy man when I knew ya liked the sound o' what he said.

Do ya suppose they'll still broadcast the Guy Lombardo show on the radio tonight? We could have some nice music for our party here at home."

"Yes, Honey, it's scheduled for tonight. I saw the show on our schedule at work. New York City wasn't supposed to have as much snow as we have. The show should be starting in about ten minutes."

"I'll go ahead an' get the CBS channel on the radio so we don't miss anythin'." Bill went to the radio and got it on the desired station.

"I have the champagne chilling, do you want me to bring it in?"

"Not yet, Baby. Let's wait 'til it's closer to midnight so we can toast the new year. I really enjoyed New Year's Eve in Aldebourne when ya played the piano an' sang. Too bad there's no piano here, I'd love to hear ya playin' an' singin'". Leigh sat on the couch with Bill. He got a cigarette out of a pack on the table, lit it and settled back to cuddle with Leigh and listen to the radio.

"I'd love to have a piano, but they're so expensive. Truth be told, I miss playing the piano." Guarnere put his right arm around her shoulder and held the cigarette in his left hand so Leigh wouldn't accidentally get burned.

"Maybe someday I can buy a piano for ya."

"That would be wonderful." They listened to the live broadcast, enjoying the music. A half hour later, the band began to play "Moonlight Serenade." Bill stood up and stubbed out the cigarette in an ashtray on the coffee table in front of the couch.

"Would ya like to dance, Sweetheart?"

"Yes." Guarnere took Leigh's hand and they walked to the middle of the living room floor. Bill pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her as Leigh wrapped her arms around his neck.

They swayed to the music, looking into each other's eyes.

"This reminds me of a very special night at Ft. Benning and our wedding reception."

"Guess this is our song. You're lookin' as beautiful as ya did both times we danced to this an' I'm still crazy in love wit' ya."

"I'm still crazy in love with you, too, Handsome." Bill gave Leigh a tender kiss. After the kiss ended, she added, "Our first New Year's Eve was when you gave me my angel necklace."

"You must love it 'cause you're always wearin' it."

"I adore it." The song ended and they sat on the couch.

"I'm still wearin' the St. Michael medal, even though the war is over. I think it helped save my life. Baby, ya don't know this, but I was standin' outside the door to Teresa's bedroom.

I wanted to know if ya really liked the necklace. I don't think it's right to eavesdrop, but it paid off. I went to bed wit' a big smile on my face when I heard ya tell Teresa that you were crazy 'bout me."

They continued to listen to the radio and talk. At 11:45, Bill got up, went into the kitchen and got the bucket containing the chilled champagne from the refrigerator.

Next, he carefully put the crystal champagne flutes on a small platter and carried the platter into the living room.

"How 'bout a drink, Baby?"

"Sounds good to me, but I don't want to drink too much. I want to enjoy every minute with you later on tonight."

"No heavy drinkin' for me, either, 'cause I wanna make love to you." He removed the foil from the top of the champagne bottle and popped the cork. Bill poured some champagne into both flutes. He raised his glass,

"To my sweet, sexy angel. Seems like ya understood me from the day we met. You're a blessin', Baby. I'm lookin' forward to what ya got planned." Leigh gently touched her glass to Bill's,

"To the handsome love of my life, you're a blessing, too. I plan to make you very hot and hard." Guarnere winked at her,

"That's my sassy angel." They sipped the champagne.

"It ain't bad. Matter o' fact I like this fancy soda pop." Leigh grinned at Bill's comment.

"It is pretty good. The champagne you got the night you proposed was the best I'd ever had."

"That guy at the front desk (the concierge) really knew his stuff." Soon, the radio featured the voices of party goers along with Guy Lombardo, counting down the seconds until the new year.

While the band played the traditional "Auld Lang Syne", Bill pulled Leigh close to him and gave her a gentle kiss at the stroke of midnight. The kiss quickly deepened and became passionate. When the kiss ended, Bill gently cupped Leigh's face in his hands.

"Happy New Year, Baby. I love you."

"I love you, too, Honey. Happy New Year. They shared another kiss and finished drinking the champagne in their glasses. Leigh got up from the couch.

"As they say in the movies, I'm going to slip into something more comfortable." She had a saucy grin as she added, "Don't go anywhere or start without me, you handsome dream boat." Guarnere had a wicked grin.

"Oh, I ain't goin' nowhere, Sweetheart. I'll wait right here for ya." Leigh went upstairs to the bathroom. She put in her diaphragm, washed her hands and reapplied her red lipstick.

Then she lightly powdered her face, touched up her minimal blush and her mascara. Next, she used her eyebrow pencil. She left the bathroom and went into their bedroom where she carefully hung up her dress.

Leigh got the red silk bra and tap panties set Bill bought her for Christmas out of its box in her dresser drawer. She got the matching red silk kimono from Julia from her side of the closet.

Before removing her panties and bra, Leigh opened her jewelry box on top of her dressing table and got out the red rose made of ribbon that graced the top of her birthday gift when she was living in Aldebourne.

Leigh got some bobby pins and carefully pinned the rose in her hair, placing it above her left ear. Satisfied with her efforts to secure the rose, she removed her bra, panties and slip, placing the items into the clothes hamper by the chest of drawers.

She put on the bra and tap panties. The panties covered her garter belt and her black silk stockings remained on. Next, she took off her black pumps and took them to the closet and places them in the shoebox in which they came.

Leigh got out a shoebox containing red pumps she bought at a clearance sale in a department store. The pumps, with stiletto heels, were a perfect match for her lingerie.

She left the bedroom and stood at the head of the stairs.

"Baby, are you ready to have a good time?" Bill had a big smile on his face as he watched her walk down the stairs. Leigh paused at the foot of the stairs and untied the kimono. She turned around and slowly exposed her shoulders and her back before she let the robe drop to the floor.

Knowing that Bill would enjoy the view, she bent over to pick up the robe. Her tap panties went up slightly in the back to show a small area of her behind. Guarnere once again had a wicked grin on his face.

She draped the robe over one arm and walked toward him.

"Do you see anything you like, big boy?"

"Oh, hell, yes! Baby, ya look like the hottest goddamn pinup girl in the world! That outfit an' those shoes are really doin' somethin' to me." He stood up and walked over to where Leigh stood. Bill gently pulled her close to him,

"You're beautiful, Sweetheart. Absolutely perfect an' you look as sexy as ya did in Paris."

"Thanks, Honey." Bill gently nipped at one of Leigh's ear lobes before kissing her neck. He delighted in her slightly shivering when his lips gently sucked at the skin on her neck.

Guarnere whispered into her ear,

"Does my angel like that?"

"Oh, yes! I love it." His hands moved down to cup her ass.

"Baby, your body was made to drive a man crazy. It should be against the law for ya to wear clothes. 'course I don't want anybody else seein' ya naked. I wish you'd go around the house just wearin' what the man upstairs gave ya."

They exchanged slow, sensual kisses. Leigh eagerly allowed Bill's tongue to enter her mouth. She sucked on the tip of it, provoking a soft groan from him.

Leigh felt his hard cock pressing against her. She broke the kiss for a moment, stepping back to allow enough room for her hand to surround and gently squeeze his cock. Guarnere made a hissing sound through clenched teeth.

She massaged him through the fabric of his trousers.

"Oh, Baby, that feels so damn good." Leigh unbuttoned his dress shirt, licking, kissing and sucking the skin on his neck and chest. Bill moved his hand inside the tap panties to cup her bare ass. He moved one hand to the front of the tap panties.

Guarnere smiled as he felt the obvious sign of her arousal. Leigh gasped as his fingers rubbed her clit. A few minutes later, she slightly shuddered as she came. Bill picked her up,

"How 'bout we take this to the bedroom?"

"We can't get there fast enough." Guarnere quickly carried her upstairs to their bedroom. He gently placed her on the bed as he turned on the light and walked over to pull down the shades.

Bill removed his shirt and let it fall to the floor. He sat on a corner of their bed to take off his shoes and socks. Then, he removed his trousers and boxer shorts, letting them join his shirt on the floor. He removed his artificial leg and sat up in the bed.

Leigh grinned and took off her red stiletto heeled shoes. She started to remove her bra, but Bill told her,

"Baby, leave it on, just for a little bit. Same wit' the panties, too. I got an idea. One time in Aldebourne, ya made love to me an' said it was all for me. I wanna do the same for you. Don't get me wrong, I still wanna make love wit' ya.

How about sittin' in front of me on the bed?" She got on the bed and did as Bill asked. He pulled her as close to him as possible and wrapped his arms around her.

"Just relax in my arms, Sweetheart, an' let me take care o' you." He kissed Leigh's neck, knowing how much she loved it. Bill caressed her shoulders and allowed his hands to roam lower.

"Baby, you have the most beautiful breasts." Leigh thanked him for his compliment.

"That isn't exactly what you wanted to say, is it, Honey?" Guarnere grinned, knowing that she would be aroused by him saying something off color.

"Ya little devil. You know how I think. I've always loved your tits. They're so goddamn gorgeous." Bill nibbled her ear, noticing that she slightly trembled with passion. He added, "Christ, Leigh, you've got it in spades!

You have a sweet, sexy ass an' you know I love your beautiful pussy." He paused to once again suck on the soft skin at the junction of her neck and right shoulder. Bill loved hearing the sounds of passion Leigh made.

Guarnere slowly pushed her bra straps down, uncovering her breasts. He told her, speaking in a soft, low voice,

"I'm glad I bought this set for ya. Sweetheart, red silk looks so good on you. Now, how 'bout I take off this bra so I can give those beautiful tits some attention?"

"I'm more than ready." Bill unhooked her bra and carefully put it on the small table by his side of the bed. He caressed her breasts with both hands as she leaned back against his chest. Then, he gently rubbed her erect nipples with his fingertips. Leigh started to moan softly.

"Your body was made for makin' love." He began to tug on her nipples. Leigh's breathing quickened. Bill kept on tugging on her nipples, knowing that she could come from this stimulation .

Soon, she slightly trembled in his arms. Guarnere was pleased that he made her come again. He moved his hands slowly down her body, all the while whispering in her ear,

"Such a beautiful baby. You're a fuckin' goddess. I wish I could take pictures of ya completely naked." Leigh trembled again, the idea of posing for Bill was making her even more aroused.

He slid the tap panties down her hips. Leigh briefly got out of bed to removed the panties, the garter belt and her stockings. She eagerly got back on the bed and sat facing away from Bill, leaning against him.

Guarnere wrapped his arms around her. He had picked up on the fact that his words inflamed her desire. His breath was hot in her ear as he whispered,

"You'd like that, wouldn't ya, Sweetheart? Posin' just for me." She answered in a breathy voice,

"Oh, yes!"

"I'd start out askin' ya to hold those perfect tits in your hands. It would make ya hotter than hell if I asked ya to play wit' those sweet nipples, wouldn't it?"

"Mmmm...yes, it would."

"I'd want ya to spread your legs an' let me get a nice close up picture o' that beautiful pussy. You would already be kinda wet, wouldn't ya?" Bill was enjoying the effect his words had on Leigh. She was trembling a little more and her breathing was starting to speed up.

"Yes, Baby, my pussy would be very hot and wet." Guarnere groaned, his cock was rock hard, but he was determined to give Leigh as much pleasure as possible. He continued to whisper in her ear,

"Hearin' you say that is so fuckin' hot. I'd ask ya to touch yourself."

"Oh, God! I'd do it for you, Baby." Bill grinned.

"Then, I'd move close enough to taste ya..." Leigh gasped, imagining the feel of his lips on her sex. Guarnere began to caress the soft curls between her legs.

"My angel's enjoyin' this, ain't no doubt about it. You're so wet, Sweetheart."

He stroked a few fingers up and down the open lips of her sex.

"Oh, Bill!'

Then, he began to gently rub her clit.

"Your body was made for fuckin', too, an' you're so good at fuckin'!"

Leigh was almost panting due to his words and the way his finger stimulated her clit. She moved against him, feeling his hard cock pressing into the cleft of her ass.

Bill rubbed her clit a little faster. Leigh couldn't speak, she just moaned louder. Soon, her hips jerked up involuntarily as another orgasm washed over her.

Guarnere continued to hold her and he kissed her neck as she came. When she had recovered, he asked,

"What way does my baby wanna make love? Do ya want me to love ya wit' my tongue and lips?"

Leigh got on her knees, facing him,

"Bill, you know I love that, but right now, I need your cock inside me!" She surprised him by straddling him and quickly lowering herself onto him.

He held her hips as she rode him hard and fast. Bill loved her breasts bouncing in front of him and he managed to wrap his lips around one nipple to suck it.

This made her go faster. Guarnere knew he couldn't last very long this way, but he wasn't about to tell Leigh to slow down or stop. All he could do was thrust up into her.

His groaning got louder.

"Oh, fuck, yes! So good, Baby!"

Leigh felt a tremendous orgasm building. She called out his name, not giving a damn if the neighbors heard her. When he felt her sex contracting around him, this pushed Bill over the edge.

"Goddamn!" They held each other as they came. After they got their breathing rates back to normal, Bill held onto her and gently turned on his side, letting her onto the bed.

Guarnere withdrew from her and then pulled the sheet up to cover them. He held her close, stroking her back as Leigh wrapped her arms around him.

"That was wild and wonderful."

"You're amazin', Sweetheart." He gently kissed her.

"You're pretty amazin', too, Bill. That was heavenly, although we didn't behave like angels." Guarnere chuckled,

"You're so damn good when you're not actin' like an angel. Let me get the rest o' the covers pulled up so we don't get too cold.

Once Bill covered himself and Leigh with the sheet and a blanket, he lay beside her. Leigh put her head on his chest and Guarnere wrapped his arms around her.

They were too exhausted to think of turning off the light or bathing. Before sleep claimed them, Leigh made Bill laugh and kiss her when she said,

"Honey, we definitely started the new year off with a bang."

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fernando-jpg · 2 years

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Ooooh, if your requests are still open, I'd love to see how you think the boys of Easy Company would react to the reader revealing that she disguised herself as a boy to become a paratrooper to fight in the war 👀 (I love your writing btw!💖)

ohh i love this request! thank you!🌞

this kinda turned into "how did you disguise yourself as a man in easy and how the man found out" but i wanted to give some backstory😭

disguising yourself as a man to fight in a war seemed like a good idea at first

you thought it would be easy (hehehe)

and at first it was

you cut off all of your hair

you faked your medical examination

and then signed up for the paratroopers

you wanted to prove how capable of everything women are and frankly you wanted to be with the best

you wrapped bandages around your chest to cover your boobies, your bubbies, your bazookas

it was uncomfortable at first probably but you got used to it after some time

when you were ready and made sure you had everything, you had left to Toccoa

when you arrived at the camp nobody noticed (thankfully)

they would think that you don't look like a man but wouldn't mind much

if you are 5'4" or a little over that, they would probably poke fun at your height

"you tall enough to play yoyo?" said none other than bill guarnere

but they probably poked fun at all the short guys in the company like Perco or Luz (nothing too ruthless, it was all jokes)

doesn't matter if you were a little larger or skinny because there were various types of body men had (bull was kinda buffy while for ex. lieb was pretty skinny)

sobel would probably point out that you look a bit differently than the rest but eventually would let it go (he would say other mean things tho lol, hate this guy)

you made friends with a lot, but probably being the closest to Luz since you two arrived at the camp at the same time (and because he was fun)

everything was fine, you weren't falling behind anyone during exercises, you were actually better than some at running currahee and shooting

but there were some days you would suck at things

mainly due to the damn time of the month

you wanted to lay down all day when your cramps were bad but you couldn't obviously

yeah, you faked food poisoning once or twice but figured it wouldn't work well

so other times you would just try your best to cover your pain with pain killers and try no to bleed through your ODs

you hid your sanitary pads in your mattress as well as other things considered contraband in case of an inspection

the first man to find out about your secret identity was Skip

that bastard caught you changing your bandages one time and totally freaked out

after some threatening he kept his mouth shut

after Skip found out you tried even harder to cover up that you're a woman

but failed when Luz and Malarkey found out

you were scared

Luz has a big mouth

Makark's mouth never tends to close especially after alcohol so

but they were good friends and kept their mouth shut

fast forward to Normandy

you were injured during the assault at brecourt manor

grazed in the shoulder

you were dragged away by medics from the field

on your way back, you ran into Lipton

the company's mother

he rushed up to you and tried to patch you up

you refused to let him do so but then

he ripped open your ODs and found your chest covered in bandages

you had to tell him what's up

surprisingly lip took it well

yeah he freaked out a bit at first but then brushed it off

he began to treat you differently whenever none soldiers were there to see it

that man was so protective over you since that day

everyone just thought you and lip are Soo good friends and that's why he's around you a lot

in Bastogne bill found out

then buck found out

and toye

and then babe

soon it was like you had secret society in easy

you were all always together

then in Hagenau, Speirs found out

Ronald fucking Speirs

that man was scary but hell after he found out he didn't threaten to tell on you to Sink

thank you Ron <3

at the end of the war, you wanted to come clear with everyone

you told everyone in easy (which was scary asf)

but the boys were supportive and promised to keep that secret forever

dick was probably like "how did i never notice"

lewis was slightly heartbroken bc this man, the freaking intelligence officer, probably suspected something was off but never looked more into it

"couldn't you just tell me?" said probably liebgott

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mlmxreader · 8 months

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Agreed | William Guarnere x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: "I beg your pardon?" guarnere x m!reader

summary: he's convinced he's not allowed to be yours, he knows he's not.

tws: swearing, angst

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Guarnere watched closely as you sang and danced with the other soldiers from your regiment; he could hear the howling and hooting and hollering from miles away, but he didn’t pay attention to any of it unless it came from your mouth.

None of the other voices mattered, he was too enamoured with you; even though he knew that you were forbidden fruit. A soldier from a different country, promised to someone else, but he couldn’t give you up; there should have been a sign on you saying not to touch, even though you kept coming around.

Every time you came around, Guarnere could feel his defences fall and crumble like weak rubble. It was only getting worse for him, he was only falling for you more and more and stronger and stronger as each look grew longer, more lingering.

The closer you got, the worse it was for him; he was crumbling dirt in your hands. Falling apart at the softest of brushes from your hand.

Your regiment had been with Easy Company from the start, and nothing had happened yet - so why would anything ever happen between you?

He was on the verge of begging you to please, please, please just fuck off and leave him all alone for good; stop torturing him with the soft brushes of your hand against his, the laughs that made his head spin and his heart pound, the lingering gazes across the room. He wished you would just go, that you would realise he was not man enough to tell you that he needed you to leave him alone to spare him even a slight bit of misery.

He was not man enough to tell you to stop making him suffer, although he knew he would have to if he wanted you to go. If he wanted you to stop staying so fucking close all the time. He couldn’t walk away, Guarnere could never walk away, but when he saw you coming his way, he bowed his head and wished that you would just pass by him. Act like he didn’t exist.

But Guarnere also knew that if you asked him for a kiss, there was no way he would ever resist; he never could, not when it came to you.

Every sign was telling Guarnere not to do it, that it was slippery and he should slow down, but when you sat on his lap and traced his jaw with that dangerous smile, he knew he was a goner; he couldn’t think twice, his head was fuzzy as he grinned at you.

You were spoken for, what the fuck was he doing?

You would just take his heart and walk out the door without batting an eye at him. Leave it on the dirty ground with all the cigarette ends and the broken beer bottles.

What the fuck was he doing?

Why was he letting himself go defenceless the second that you were around?

“Say, Bill,” you whispered in his ear. “What’d you say we go outside?”

Intense heat on his cheeks, his heart skipping a beat, his breathing getting slightly heavier, he nodded. “What for?”

“Just a little private time,�� you told him softly, getting off of his lap and leading him by the hand outside.

Oh, what the fuck was he doing?

You had him trapped between your body and the wall, but he couldn’t think of anywhere he would have wanted to be more, tugging at the collar of your uniform shirt as he frowned and wished he was man enough to tell you to get lost and stop torturing him.

“You know, I’m not spoken for,” you told him. “And I see the way you look at me.”

Guarnere laughed, putting on a show as he tilted his head to the side. “I’m not sure what you mean, Sir.”

“Let me put it to you plainly, then,” you licked your lips. “I’ve seen how you look at me, I’ve seen many men look at me that way - but I don’t give a fuck about any of them, except you. And I know you think that me and Winters are a thing, but we’re not. Winters is just an old friend.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Fuck me,” you breathed out, shaking your head. “Guarnere. Billy boy. I’ll admit I’m a fool for you. If you were mine, I would move earth for you, and the sun. As sure as the grass is green and the sky is blue, I fucking love you.”

“I’m teasing,” he chuckled, and in one swift move, pressed you against the wall. “You sure you wanna get involved, though? Don’t you have to go back home?”

“Eventually,” you shrugged. “But I’d rather find somewhere… more permanent.”

“I can be permanent,” he told you with a nod. “If you were mine, I’d be permanent.”

“So, we’re agreed?” You asked, cocking a brow. “Permanent?”

“Permanent,” he agreed with a nod, looking at your lips for a moment. “Man, I wish I could fucking kiss you right now.”

“Save it,” you told him, pressing your finger to his lips. “Save it for when neither of us are sweating.”

He couldn’t help the laugh that slipped from his lips, mostly out of relief; he had spent so long being tortured by you, knowing that he could never hold your hand and touch your jaw, knowing that he couldn’t kiss you or tell you he loved you.

Now he didn’t have to be, he could be brazen how he wanted; he could hold your hand and swing it a little as he walked, he could trace your jaw when you slept next to him, knowing that he just had to ask and you would kiss him or that he only had to whisper the words and you would know he loved you.

It was relief, more than anything, but despite the sweat dripping down your forehead slowly, and despite his own rolling down his back, he couldn’t help it, and the second you pulled your finger away from his mouth, he stole a kiss that left you laughing.

Fuck, he loved that sound.

He would do anything to hear it every day.

#mlem writes #bill guarnere x reader #bill guarnere imagine #bill guarnere #william guarnere x reader #william guarnere imagine #william guarnere #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers fanfiction #band of brothers

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order-of-river-phoenix · 2 years

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You’re Alright Kid; Bill Guarnere

Fandom: HBO War; Band of Brothers

A/N: turns out i am capital S Stupid. i completely forgot the timeline and wrote this with "The Last Patrol" in mind, bypassing the fact that Bill's not even there. but i had the whole thing written before i even realized (idk how either), so we're gonna use some imagination today. fudge around a little and i'm sure you can make it make sense.. also this was requested half a century ago by @televisionboy and idk if you even care or want it anymore but i swear it was half written like a year ago. and this isn’t rlly me being back… just kinda throwing some thoughts out. idk how much i’ll post writing.

Warnings: none, just some language

Taglist: idk who’s still even here so i don’t wanna bother anyone by tagging sorry

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You couldn't quite shake the chill that seemed to linger in the air nowadays. It didn't even have to be cold for you to catch a shiver, so when you were handed a bowl of hot food after returning from another patrol, you relished in it. Carrying your bowl to the nearest seat, you began to dig in.

A private who had been on patrol with you sat down a ways across the room with a couple of the other guys. While you were preoccupied with trying to unwind, the private seemed to be recounting his side of a contentious moment you shared.

"That hard ass, Y/L/N, starts yelling at me like I did something wrong-"

"You were probably doing something fucking wrong," Guarnere spat, having overheard from a few feet away. "Y/L/N is one of the best out here, and you got some nerve saying shit about 'em."

The private started to get defensive. "It wasn't-"

But once again, he didn't get to finish his sentence. "Don't you fucking listen? Keep that name out of your dirty mouth. If they said something to you, you were probably being a dumbass."

Bull and Martin, both sitting next to you, exchanged looks with each other before turning to you. Both of their faces seem to say Did you see that?

You hadn't even heard the kid complaining, but you had certainly heard Guarnere. While you were typically one to fight your own battles—or choose which ones were best left alone—there was something reassuring knowing that Bill was willing to stick up for you.

You blinked as the eyes in the room awkwardly shifted around the room; some avoiding you, others focusing on you. Someone coughed and some chatter resumed. You weren't sure if this required your reaction, so you just silently finished your supper.

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It had been on the tip of your tongue to thank him every time he crossed your path. Or came into your line of sight. Or was generally in close proximity.

"Hey, Guarnere." You fell into step with him. "I wanted to say thanks."

"For what?" Guarnere appeared genuinely confused.

"For telling off that private. Never really had anyone stick up for me like that, and I kinda figured you didn't like me much," you admitted.

"I like you just fine," he shrugged, clapping you on the back. "And you've been here long enough to prove yourself. That kid don't know shit."

"Thank you, again." You reached for something else to say. "He was being a dumbass. He almost shot our own guys."

"Fucking replacements," Bill shook his head.

"I was a replacement not too long ago," you reminded him. "And Babe, and I know you trust us."

"Yeah, and neither of you are dumbasses." He thought for a second before laughing and amending himself. "Neither of you are dumbasses in the field."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Whatever you want, kid." He clapped your shoulder as you both moved up in line.

You smiled a little to yourself. For every second you wished you were home, there was a slight part of you that knew you'd miss these guys.

#mariah writes #band of brothers #bill guarnere #band of brothers imagine #bill guarnere imagine

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speirslore · 3 months

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band of brothers: types of kisses hc

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

send an ask if you would like to be on my taglist! :) (taglist: @ronsparky)

[dick winters]

cautious kisses

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

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

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

dick is always very gentle and a little unsure at times

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

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

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

[lewis nixon]

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

so many morning kisses

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

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

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

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

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

lew does shockingly get a little shy sometimes about pda though

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

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

[carwood lipton]

carwood's speciality is definitely comforting kisses

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

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

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

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

constantly smiling in between kisses

he’s just that happy and loves you so much

but the comforting kisses & affection goes both ways

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

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

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

[ron speirs]

stolen kisses (haha)

even his kisses are stolen!

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

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

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

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

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

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

heavy on kisses instead of words

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

[don malarkey]

soooo many shy kisses

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

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

but he gets really shy around you, especially with kissing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[joe toye]

joe's kisses are always very intense

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

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

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

his passion definitely goes along with the intensity

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

tends to get vulnerable and emotional very easily

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

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

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

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

[george luz]

late night kisses are a staple for the two of you

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

the biggest sleepover vibes

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

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

you guys have a lot of late nights because of this

also do kisses for warmth and sharing body heat count?

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

oh my god, laughing in between kisses

sometimes he really can’t take himself that seriously

george is like don and gets very excited

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

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

cigarettes have nothing on you and your kisses!

[babe heffron]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[eugene roe]

tired kisses are a doc roe staple

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

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

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

forehead kisses too omg

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

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

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

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

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

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

[buck compton]

a lot of reassuring kisses

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[joe liebgott]

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

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

some very, very eager kisses

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

joe is a great multitasker!

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

(you did but...)

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

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

the men are very used to it by now

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

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

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

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

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

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

[david webster]

oh david is just so romantic

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

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

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

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

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

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

ofc he obliges and he is very good at it

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

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

[floyd talbert]

confident kisses

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

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

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

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

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

but that's more with relationship things

the kissing he has down pat for sure

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

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

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

[shifty powers]

shifty is the absolute king of gentle kisses

like so so shy

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

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

which you always reassure him that he won't

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bill guarnere]

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

absolutely wild

sometimes borderline unhinged

especially if he's been drinking or partying

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

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

bill is sporting a basically permanent smile while watching you

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

his kisses are encapsulating and very distracting

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

loves holding you and being the big spoon

and you love it too

it's soooo comforting

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

[chuck grant]

chuck strikes me as very confident, kind of like tab

he just wants to appreciate you!

and shower you with love

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

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

his kisses are always firm and secure

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

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

really enjoys holding your hand

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

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

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

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

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

he lovesss getting a reaction from you

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ithinkabouttzu · 6 months

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hi tysm for making BoB content lmao I live for it

If you’re comfortable making nsfw content, could you write about what kinks/things in the bedroom the boys would be into?

What kinks they would have (Easy Co. )

genre: Smut; romance

warnings: Asphyxiation, blindfolds, impact play, size kink, hickeys, dirty talk, etc.

MDNI (18+ please)

Dick Winters: I definitely see him being into anything romantic, he’s more on the vanilla side but he definitely knows that he’s doing, holding hands while fucking you is his favorite thing, he’s big on eye contact too, it’s so raw and intimate and it just makes it so much more intense. He also likes being praised, he probably doesn’t even realize that he does like it but whenever you do it, it gets him sooo weak.

Lewis Nixon: He’s more rough in the bedroom, he’s a total slut for when you take control, riding him or just you initiating stuff is his favorite thing ever. He likes pulling your hair, slapping, all that nasty stuff revolving impact play, but he never tries to over do it, in reality he’s just turned on by you in general, he’s willing to do almost anything if you ask him too. He’s a major whore for you and he knows it.

Carwood Lipton: He’s so soft and sweet, he takes his time whenever he’s with you, he loves seeing you in any type of cute lacy underwear, also skirts and sundresses, anything that can show your panties are his favorite. He just loves anything romantic with you, setting some candles and putting rose pedals all over the bed is a perfect start to a good evening.

Joe Toye: He’s so passionate no matter what. He’s into choking, not in the way where you can’t breathe at all, but he really enjoys just wrapping his big hand around your small neck, I also think he has some sort of size kink, he loves comparing your hands to his and he just loves the height difference between you two. He def likes power play too, seeing you under him helpless and he definitely loves being in control.

Joe Liebgott : Very romantic, constantly kissing you and keeping his hands on you, LOVES your tits too like omg it’s his fav thing ever, He’s very passionate too, leaving hickeys all over you. I think he would really like dirty talk, Like if you tried talking him through it, he’d probably cum so fast. He’s really into anything, whatever turns you on, turns him on too. Deep, passionate fucking is his absolute favorite, it doesn’t really matter where or anything after that.

Bill Guarnere : He’s into anything and everything. He likes being dominate and being rough though, throwing you around and fucking you as hard as he can. He likes dirty talk, whispering all kinds of dirty shit in your ear while you just take it. He has a rare sweet side in him too though, every once in a while he likes to switch things up, he’ll make the setting romantic and do absolutely anything you want, while being as soft as he possible can.

George Luz : I feel like he’s really into just watching you, all the facial expressions you make when he’s fucking you, the way you look when your horny, it’s his absolute favorite. After he does something, he always looks at you for your approval in your facial expressions. He’s also a big fan of dirty talk, when you say anything remotely dirty to him he gets turned on so quick it’s not even funny. He also love loves when you play with his hair omgggg.

Bull Randleman : He really likes it when you’re touchy, like rubbing your hand up and down his chest, or grabbing him by his jaw when your kissing him omg it gets him so flustered. Also it’s kind of random but he really likes it when you scratch or rub his back, like a sweet massage always turns into something more with him, feeling your soft small hands on him gets him all riled up. In any situation where you take control he likes too, it’s nice just sitting back and letting you take the reins every once and a while.

Eugene Roe: He really likes when you praise him in the bedroom, it just makes it so much more special when he feels appreciated. Like you telling him how handsome he is or how good he’s making you feel will always make him weak. I also think he’s a real sucker for eye contact, staring into your eyes while you come undone under him is a magical sight to see. It’s so much more intimate and special and he feels so close to you afterwards.

Floyd Talbert: He likes everything, this guy is a whore at heart, he love short dresses and tight shirts, quickies in the bathroom, sneaking around to fuck, hair pulling, leaving scratches all over his back from the night before, it’s all his favorite. He absolutely loves when you go cowgirl on him, riding him at full speed with the amazing sight of your tits in his face, he also loves when you leave hickies all over his body. He’s up for almost anything, all the time.

Skip Muck: He likes to keep it fun, I think he might like some type of voyeurism, watching you enjoy yourself or vise versa, he doesn’t like getting too serious, so maybe role play here and there to just spice it up every once and awhile. He’s pretty open on trying things if you’re into it too. His favorite which is kinda random, but it’s sneaking out to go fuck. whether it’s out on a picnic or somewhere more secluded, the fear of being caught always gives him a thrill.

Don Malarkey: He’s a service dom for sureee. He’s into being intimate with you, being close as possible to you while still giving you the pleasure you deserve. The thing that really turns him on is just seeing you turned on, you are his absolute fantasy come true, so when it comes to the bedroom, he doesn’t care what it is, as long as you like it he’s willing to do it. When you kiss his neck he becomes completely yours though, willing to do anything you ask him to.

Babe Heffron: Contrary to popular belief I think he’s probably more on the amateur side of things, so I think he would be into usual stuff, he likes doing anything that brings fun to the table, if it’s a little risky then he’s down to do it with you for sure. Quickies when no one’s around, and constantly leaving hickies and bruises all over you so that everyone can see them. He finds it super attractive everytime you wear something slightly suggestive, like it gets him weak sooo quick.

Shifty Powers: He’s so romantic with you, he’s just into you you’re his kink or his turn on, literally anything you do will make his heart flutter and he can’t help but feel some type of way when you do literally anything. He’s so into needy, unplanned sex, like the random kind where you guys both need each other so much that nothing else matters.

Frank Perconte: Likes anything that is passionate, he likes the power play stuff too, blindfolds or tying you up is something that he’s always down to try, I also think he’s a slut for a nice pair of lingerie, like if you come around him wearing any sort of lacy panties then it’s over for you LOL, he’s really romantic though, taking his time with your body and finding all of the right things that make you feel good is a priority for him.

Sorry if this isn’t so good, but thank you so much for your request, lovely! If you enjoyed make sure to like or reblog :)🤍

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traiteursroe · 2 months

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Band of Brothers reaction to you playing a sport

This is literally entirely self indulgent need for validation as a self proclaimed sports girlie, so here we go…

Lewis Nixon

- Is so excited actually

- Will scream cheer so loud it scares the people around him

- Lots of swearing

- Sits super close to see the action, munching on popcorn the whole time

- Heckles the other team 💀

- Definitely brags about you to people

Carwood Lipton

- An expert at pep talks

- Like he’s with you before hand just pumping you up

- Not loud celebrations, but lots of grinning and clapping

- Tries to act stoic but is really nervous every game

- Stoicism goes away when you win and he cheers for you

- You make eye contact and grin after you win

- Lots of locker room hugs 🥰

Joe Toye

- So fucking loud

- Takes every game super seriously, even if it’s just pre-season or an exhibition

- Probably has superstitions 😭😭

- Loud and obnoxious clapping

- Big on trash talk

- Probably looks up stuff about the other team to be better at trash talk lmao

- Has all the merch

Joe Liebgott

- Doesn’t really get it at first

- Until you finally convince him to go and it’s electric

- Like he likes the intense atmosphere

- And seeing you at there in your UNIFORM???

- He literally falls in love all over again

- Thinks it’s so hot 🥵

- Cusses out people who even criticize your game a little bit

Dick Winters

- bro is so supportive

- Has no idea what is going on, but cheers when everyone else is

- Tries to learn as much as possible

- Checks out all the library books and asks so many questions

- By the third game he’s literally an expert

- Just wants to see you happy, and if doing this does that, he’s fully for it

- Only time he ever gets super excited about it is when you win a close game

Bill Guarnere

- Takes it even more seriously than Joe Toye

- He’s from Philly, what do you expect?

- Almost got kicked out once for fighting with a fan of the opposite team

- Does that thing where he stands up really fast and spills food all over himself 😭

- Cusses out the refs

- Almost storms the field/*insert anything here* after you win a big game

George Luz

- Has exactly one piece of merch he wears to every game

- Pretends he’s the announcer

- He’s actually really good at it, like someone get him up into the commentators box lmao

- Every time something big happens he figures out a way to make it about you

- Probably storms the locker room after the game to party with the team 💀

Babe Heffron

- Dude is also from Philly like bfr

- Wears every piece of merchandise he can get his hands on all at once

- “THATS MY BABY!!!” 🫶✨

- Permanently standing

- He’s too excited to sit down

- Tries to be a coach, calling out plays from the stands

- One time it actually works

- He never stops bragging about it

Eugene Roe

- Gets surprisingly animated

- Tries to sit in the back but your friends force him to sit closer

- Frustrated and/or nervous French swearing

- When it’s a close game he literally cannot look, it’s so bad 😭

- Literally at every game no matter where it is, he’s insane

- Always on the look out for any kind of injury

- Loves seeing you so happy and excited after a win

#band of brothers #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers headcanons #lewis nixon #carwood lipton #joe toye #joe liebgott #dick winters #bill guarnere #george luz #babe heffron #eugene roe #easy company

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7vqnellaa · 11 months

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had to draw them having fun because I will never recovered from ep 7

#band of brothers #joe toye #buck compton #bill guarnere #skip muck #sorry I didnt draw penkala but imagine him wasted on the floor #also #lewis nixon #dick winters #that's a lot of characters

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bellewintersroe · 1 year

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hi i loved part 1 of the morning after,and wondered if you could do a part two including winters,gene,toye and liedgott,and if you want to add any one else feel free,and on another note i feel like liebgott would feel so smug the morning after and lord have mercy i could only imagine toye morning voice,either way thanks for doing my first request xx

thank you for the request! Honestly you’re one of my biggest supporters so I want to thank you for filling my inbox, it always keeps me so motivated and excited to write!! Also I can’t believe I missed out so many of the boys in part 1 wtf?!?!?!?

Anyway, on with the headcanons, this will include some swearing and mentions of sex, but nothing too graphic, it’s mainly just fluff and a bit of flirting :)

Easy Boys the morning after Part 2.

Dick Winters:

Ugh, like Shifty he’s just soooo respectful isn’t he??

I think he’d be quite shy? Like he’d 100% be blushing the day after, and when you wake up and let out a soft groan but cuddle further into his chest omg he’s so soft for you.

he’d run a hand over your back, and when you’re awake enough he’d ask if you wanted a hot drink or something.

Probably gets in the bath with you and you both relax together, maybe you go for a round 2 in there? Idk but for now let’s keep it fluffy, it’s just soooo sweet and gentle and omg he’s so in love with you after.

Eugene Roe:

He’s sooo happy when he wakes up omg he’s smiling immediately remembering what happened the night before.

He really wants a cuddle and he’s feeling cheeky so even tho you’re asleep he’s sneaking a hand under you to pull your sleepy self onto his chest.

pulls the blankets over your naked chest just so you don’t feel exposed or weird when you wake up.

blushes when he sees your skimpy little underwear, like have you never seen a pair of knickers before Eugene? It’s been a really long time for him okay-

Sleepy kisses when you finally wake up.

he’d ask you if you’re okay, and later he’d probably double check he didn’t hurt you or anything?

genuinely cares about you and your comfort so so much, so if you were to go for round 2 he’d insist on pleasuring you, such a gentleman in bed seriously.

afterwards he’d probably do something really cute like wrap you in his army uniform and he can’t decide if it’s the hottest or cutest thing he’s ever seen.

Joe Liebgott:

How did I miss out Lieb in part 1 seriously?

I feel like yes, Lieb probably would have a little smug smile on his face because the sex the night before was realllll good and he’s super impressed and over the moon.

Like Jheeze, how is he with somebody so perfect? Like your all his and he’s super happy.

but then I feel like as soon as you wake up slightly a softness completely melts his heart and all the smugness kinda vanishes.

his eyes go all hazy and he’s shuffling further under the covers with you, running a hand over your bare arm and he’s all like, “hey stranger, you awake now?”

ahhhh he’d bring you in for a gentle cuddle and his real soft side comes out omfg he’s so gentle and I think you’d genuinely see a new side of Liebgott that makes you even more attached to him.

If things got a little rough the night before, he’s double checking you’re okay and making sure he didn’t go too hard or anything.

I think Joe genuinely would feel enchanted by you, like he’s seriously asking if you’ve put some kinda spell on him. Nah, he’s just deep in loveeeeee.

Joe Toye:

Why do I feel like he’d be trying to charm you all over again? Like I agree his raspy morning voice would be soooo sexy omg it’s hard to resist.

I feel like the two of you would be friends? Up until the point of last night (obviously) but you both finally cave into the tension between you both and it’s so good.

like even Joe would wake up with MF butterflies.

it’s all so romantic and sexy omfg- until Luz comes BARGING IN AND WOCOEMMFOEOW.

“Luz get the fuck outta here!!!!” Yeah the moments ruined but… Joe’s still down for cuddles and deffo would ask if you wanted to get breakfast with him?

George Luz:

Speaking of Luz…

I feel the night before would be so fun, like seriously a rollercoaster of emotions- only the good kind.

yeah he’s a massive goofball but he’s a huge softie, I have absolutely 0 doubts. Like he’d be so attentive.

so when you both wake up the next morning he’d be so happy and giggly, maybe even a little shy? Like he’d literally say out loud ‘how did I get so lucky with you, huh?’

would be a master of making you blush.

he’d then point out that you’re blushing and make you even more flustered ahhh.

but nah he just wants to make you smile and loves seeing you happy, especially the morning after, he feels like the two of you have really bonded and I think sex is important for George in fully sealing your relationship.

it would probably be a confidence boost for him as well and 1000% lingers on his mind for days after omfg.

Carwood Lipton:

Ahhhh omg such a handsome man. Waking up next to him would be a dream.

He’d be awake long before you, enjoying to wake up early and make the most of life, especially now he’s got you.

as soon as he sees your awake, he climbs back into bed with you. He’d be so chilled out and gentle, like he wouldn’t wanna embarrass you by bringing up how amazing last night was, so he just keeps it casual but he can’t hide the smile covering his face.

deep down getting laid makes Lip super frickin’ happy, but he’s so respectful, he’d never admit it out loud cos he’s just happy to be with you 😏.

he’s always cautious of squashing or hurting you, so the morning after he’s handing you a bottle of water and I think he’d 100% play with your hair because it’s so soothing.

Lingering, gentle kisses that are a reminder of the night before omg.

his hands remain a little too respectful, so if you want round 2 the morning after, just give his hands a little nudge in whatever direction and he’ll gain the confidence to take charge.

Bill Guarnere:

He’s good in bed and he knows it.

but he’s too mature to be cocky about it, instead he’d like to tease and joke with you about the night before.

he isn’t afraid to bring it up and ask how you enjoyed it??? Like he’s confident but also wants to ensure you’ve thoroughly enjoyed yourself, like it’s important for Bill to know you gained pleasure out of the sex too, if not more than he did!

Would call you his Angel and I swear to god I think he’d love to take the position as your personal slave for the day.

you want a bath running? He’s got it. You want a drink? He’ll bring 5 different ones for you to choose from.

He loves you so much, and no matter how much he’d teases and jokes with you, he’d legit worship the ground you walk on.

#band of brothers x reader #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers headcanons #Dick winters x reader #eugene roe x reader #joe liebgott x reader #Joe toye x reader #george Luz x reader #carwood Lipton x reader #bill Guarnere x reader

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malarkgirlypop · 5 months

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MEDIC! Part 22 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

So one minuet I'm cackling laughing and then the next I'm blubbing like a baby. Giving myself whiplash over here! Just to be warned, I barely re-read this cause I want to get it out. So if something doesn't make sense, whoops, I will do a proof read later, I'll fix it ahaha. OMG yeah no this chapter is all over the place, my bad!

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to anyone involved.

Tag list: @next-autopsy, @panzershrike-pretz, @xxluckystrike, @bucky32557038ww2 (let me know if you want to be tagged.)

I tossed and turned, my brain in overdrive, wouldn’t let me go to sleep. The soft snores of the men filled the room. They all instantly fell asleep as soon as they laid their head on the pillow. I was jealous, my body was exhausted but my mind was wide awake. I kept replaying the fight I had with Don. Then how he was in the kitchen. Like he wasn’t upset by it, maybe he wasn’t. I rolled over trying to get comfortable but nothing worked. I reached down grabbing my canteen from beside my bed. I unscrewed the lip, tipping it back. No water entered my mouth, I shook it over my face. It was empty. I huffed. There was a water supply downstairs.

I pulled back my covers moving very slowly. I didn’t want to wake the men, knowing they needed their rest for the patrol. I placed my feet down on the floor, it was cold but I didn’t want to put on my boots. I would be down and back in seconds there was no need. I got off the bed, wincing at every creak and squeak from the mattress and the floor. I tip-toed slowly out of the room pausing every time I heard a noise. I could briefly make out shapes in the dark, the large holes in the wall providing some luminance from the moonlight.

I snuck down the stairs, cringing with every creak they made underfoot. I made it to the third step from the top, stepping down on my toes, when my ankle gave way underneath me. I flailed my arms trying to reach for something to grab onto but the steps didn’t have a handrail. I tipped forward, my body careening down the stairs. I seemed to hit every single step on the way down. I winced, but not from the pain, from the amount of noise my body made as it bounced down the stairs. So much for being quiet. I barrel rolled down the steps, landing in a heap at the bottom. I lay still, panting from the fall. Maybe if i just didn’t move no one would notice. I wasn’t in pain, probably from the adrenaline that was now coursing through my veins, yeah that’s going to help me get to sleep. I heard movements from upstairs.

“What was that?”

“Was that a bomb?”

“What was that noise?” I heard the men upstairs whispering to each other, trying to figure out what all the crashing was from.

“Who’s there?” Even though I was laying on my front sprawled out with my hair covering my face, I could see the shine from the flashlight land on me.

“It’s Emily.” I said weakly, raising my hand over my head. “I fell.”

The sound of footsteps sounded coming down the stairs. Babe was at my side in seconds.

“Jesus, of course it was you who fell down the stairs.” Babe chuckled. I groaned. “Sorry, are you ok?” He asked, I gave him a weak thumbs up. “Come on, let’s get you up.”

I got to my hands and knees, my head spinning slightly. Babe grabbed my hands pulling me to stand. I winced in pain, oh no there it is. My whole body screamed in agnoy, especially my back which took the brunt of the fall. I clung onto Babe’s shoulder’s. As he helped me back up the stairs again, the rest of the men waited at the top, some of which had gotten back into their beds.

“Can we take you anywhere?” Grant asked with a playful smile.

“I’m sorry, I was trying to be quiet.” I felt so bad for waking them all.

“Are you ok though?” Joe asked from his bed. I gave a nod as Babe gently placed me back onto the bunk, lifting my legs for me to swing into bed. I wasn’t that injured but he had done it before I could say anything. I let him tuck me back in.

“You’re such a goose.” Babe said to me before climbing back into his own bed. Everyone fell asleep quickly including myself.

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I was up with the men as they prepared to leave on the patrol. I gave a hug to Babe and Grant who left with the men. All we could do was wait. We made our way into the basement, where the men would bring the prisoner if it was a success.

The sounds of footsteps clunked into the room, surely they weren’t back yet? Cobb, Skinny and Garcia walked in dripping wet.

“What the hell happened?” I asked, standing from my seat, making my way over to the shivering men.

“We took a dip.” Cobb said sarcastically. I moved forward to the men who stood in front of me.

“Here, take off those clothes before you catch your death. Can we get some blankets and dry clothes over here!” I called helping Skinny pull off his jacket since his hands were shaking so badly. I ensured the other men took off their wet clothes as well. Once they were in dry clothes I draped them in blankets and put them by the fire. Skinny was still shivering, I passed him the warm coffee I had made for him.

Then it was a waiting game again. Everyone else was out to help with covering fire. The men who had fallen into the water and I waited in the basement. I could hear distant gunfire and explosions. I could hear the sound of the whistles being blown, they were on their way back. I paced around the room, anxious to see how it went. I flinched with every explosion, come on why aren’t they back yet.

The door burst open as the men poured in, “We got wounded. Come on!” They carried in the soldier. It was chaos, the men shouting orders, the gunfire that continued outside, the bustle of people that made their way in. The once empty room filled with four people was now teeming with life and noise.

I made room on the table, instructing them to lay down the wounded man. It was Jackson. His face was badly injured as well as his upper torso. He gasped for breaths as he shook in pain. His face was burnt and disfigured.

“It was his own grenade, he ran in too early.” One of the men told me.

“Hold him down.” I yelled at the soldiers as Jackson squirmed around, making it harder for me to see. I pulled out my flashlight, opening his mouth. The inside of his throat was burnt. Shit. This wasn’t good. We were losing his airway every second, as it swelled shut. I needed an Oropharyngeal, but I didn’t have one, no one did.

“Does anyone have a tube?” I asked, looking around at the men, they shook their heads. I tilted Jackson's head back trying to open his airway as best I could. But it would be no use in a matter of minutes when it swelled shut.

“Does anyone have a pen?” More shaking heads. God fucking dammit. I wanted to try and do a tracheostomy, if I had a scalpel and a tube or even a pen I could create a new airway. But I had nothing in the way that I could perform the procedure. I flicked my eyes to Jackson, as he tried to fight, sitting up and moving. He was panicking, he was losing his breath faster, gasping and choking.

“Jackson, lie still, don’t panic.” I tried to reassure him, but with each gasp he took, less air was entering his lungs. He was slowly suffocating. I didn’t have anything with me, no intubation kit, no scapula, no pen. I couldn’t keep his airway open. He was going to die if I did nothing. I could save him but I don’t have anything, I have no supplies.

“Gene, do you have anything to intubate with, a pen, anything?” I asked as he rushed into the room. I watched him scavenge through his bag, he shook his head.

“We need to move him, I don’t have the supplies to keep his airway open!” I told him. He nodded.

“Let’s get him moving.” Gene called, the men helping him onto the stretcher.

“I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die.” He cried as he gurgled on his saliva. I held his hand as he was transferred. He looked right at me, “Don’t let me die.” I shook my head. “I won’t!” We moved him off the table. A bomb shook the house, making all of us duck, the men laying him on the floor on the stretcher. I kept his head tilted back as he choked on his blood and spit. I could hear him struggling to draw his breath. He writhed around gasping for air that wasn’t making it into his lungs.

“Jackson! Jackson! Please, you have to hold on, please!” I begged trying to keep his airway open. He coughed, blood splattering out of his mouth and onto my face and clothes. He stilled.

“No! No!” I said bending down pressing my mouth on his as I gave him rescue breaths. I could taste his blood in my mouth as I pulled back. I bent down again giving him two more, I blew into his mouth, turning my head to look at his chest. I waited for his chest to rise and fall, the feeling of his exhale on my cheek, listening intently for the sound of him taking a gulp of air. But I didn’t, his chest didn’t move, I didn’t feel anything on my cheek or the sounds of him breathing again. He was still. I hovered over his face, staring down into his now dull eyes. I pulled back, resting on my haunches, I looked around the room. Babe's eyes found mine, he shook his head in disbelief. Surely he didn’t lose another friend, another brother. The sad look in my eyes said it all. He had. We all had.

I was so mad, I could’ve saved him, if I just had the supplies, anything, I could have sent this young man back to his family.

I wiped my mouth that was covered in his blood. Martin approached, laying a blanket over the man, no boy. He was just a boy.

The room that was once overbearing with noise, fell eerily silent. I hastily wiped the tears from my cheeks. I moved from my position walking over to Babe. I wrapped him in my embrace as he clung to me burying his head in my shoulder.

I don’t think we slept the rest of the night. We made our way back to base, but we all stayed up. I sat in the middle of my bunk as Babe laid down smoking, resting his legs on my lap. I leaned back into the wall, still covered in the blood that wasn’t mine. Jones and Webster made their way back from dropping off the POW’s, wandering back into the room.

“We heard you got two prisoners. Good work.” Don complimented Jones.

“Jackson’s dead.” Webster announced. Don and Lieb who hadn’t been there nodded, already hearing it from us when we got back.

“Yeah, we heard.” Lieb said, laying on the top bunk behind Don.

“Yeah, well, they want another patrol tonight.” Perconte informed the men who had just joined us. When we had heard there was going to be another one, we were less than enthused, just because it went to plan didn’t mean we lost nothing. We lost a life. Why risk losing more? Why did they need more prisoners? The Germans were falling apart anyway. It felt like a waste to go over again. A risk we didn’t want to take. Just because it was a ‘success’ this time, didn’t mean the next one was going to be. What if we sent 15 men over there just to be killed. It was infuriating. I knew how this was going to end, hell it was all I learnt in history class. I knew that the Germans lost, and it was closer than they knew. I couldn’t blurt that to them, they would think I was crazy, or a spy. I wanted to shake Colonel Sink, tell him it wasn’t worth it. That these men were more precious than the German POW's they wanted so badly. Couldn’t he see that these men needed to be preserved. I huffed, patting Babe’s leg. He glanced over to smile at me. A small smile but it meant the world, I returned it.

The men prepared nonetheless. Waiting in the same basement from last night. It felt tainted in that kitchen now. It wasn’t the same warm atmosphere it held before. Everything had been cleaned and organised but the feel of the room was heavy.

I sat looking over the things in my medic bag. I wish I had more in it. It was almost barren apart from a couple of bandages, sulphur and medication. The rest of my bag was my personal items. I thumbed over them. The dress from Renee, a stone I had taken from the woods in Bastogne, the gloves I had had in my pockets the day I had arrived, the hand sanitizer bottle that was now empty, my wallet, my phone and headphones. It was bizarre to have those things in this time. These men had no idea who I really was. They believed I was a young girl from Boston who came over to help the injured and dying men. When in reality I had messed with someone much bigger than myself and got stuck. If I go home, or when I go home, these men will have passed. After I leave I will never get to see them again. I looked around at the group, they all looked weary and tired. Yawning as they cleaned their equipment. I glanced over to Cobb who stood in the doorway, raising a bottle to his lips and throwing back the drink. He swayed on his feet. He was clearly drunk. I shook my head.

“Whatcha you looking at, Webster?” I heard him slur. I glanced up, Webster’s eyes trained on the inebriated man. Awkwardly glancing away after he had been called out by Cobb.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, college boy.” He taunted the man. I huffed, annoyed at his loud obnoxious voice. Everyone else was doing as they were asked, sure they weren’t thrilled but they never fussed. Cobb on the other hand had to be dragged to do everything and somehow managed to weasel his way out of it all. Moaning and groaning about doing the least amount possible.

“Are you drunk, trooper?” Jones swivelled in his chair to face the drunkard.

“Leave me alone.” Cobb snapped. But Jones didn’t flinch to his bitterness.

“Answer the question.” Jones said again, tone more firm. The young boy who had wandered into CP yesterday was gone, he seemed more confident in his role. It fit him nicely.

“Yes, sir. I am drunk, sir.” Cobb muttered. “Drunk, sick and tired of fucking patrols and taking orders.” He droned on.

“Hey Cobb, shut up. It’s boring, okay?” Martin told the man. I hid my smile. It was nice to see him being put in his place. And Martin did give the best tellings off.

“Taking his side, Johnny?” Cobb asked, looking butthurt.

“Yeah, I am.” Martin said, turning away from him. We stayed in the basement preparing, waiting for our orders.

I spoke quietly with Grant, Babe and Lieb who I was sitting with as they cleaned their guns. No one raised their voices over a hushed whisper. The tension in the room was solemn.

“Do I need to do something about the situation?” Lieb whispered to me leaning closer so I could hear him. We hadn’t been talking before just sitting in silence.

“What?” I asked confused, as the man had started talking like we were in the middle of a conversation that didn’t exist.

“You and Malarkey.” He stated.

“It’s fine Joe.” I shook my head, looking down at the floor.

“Well it clearly isn’t, I can see that you’re upset. He also hasn’t spoken to you in days. Do I need to talk to him?” He asked concerned, ducking his head down to make eye contact with me.

“What happened? This isn’t like you two.” I chuckled, when did he become so observant of me.

“I have it sorted, I’m waiting for him to apologise.” I said.

“Why does he have to apologise? What did he say?” He questioned me, the interrogator in him coming out.

“He just said that he didn’t have time for me, that he was busy.” I intentionally left out the part where he said he was my babysitter. I knew if I told that to Joe, he would try and fight Don.

“He’d better do it fast.” Lieb’s eyes falling on the man sitting across the room. He looked distant, staring off into space.

“It’s fine Joe, plenty of other fish in the sea right?” I stated, trying to play off the hurt in my chest. Of course it wasn’t as simple as finding someone else, I didn’t want anyone else. But I didn’t want to fool myself into thinking he would do what I wanted him to do. Who knows he might be already done with me, before anything started. If there was nothing there like he said, he could be perfectly fine. He is just mourning his friends, nothing else.

Joe gave me a sad smile, clearly not believing the front I had put up. His hand landed on my thigh and gave it a squeeze. I smiled, leaning into him. I rested my head on his shoulder as he lent his head on mine. We stayed like that for a while, not speaking, just resting. It was comforting. He was the older brother I never had. I didn’t think I would be able to smile again after losing Skip and Alex. I adored the two men. They had become my family. After I had lost them, I didn’t think I could trust and love someone as much as I did those two men. But somehow after the haze of it all, Joe waited for me. We were friendly, but never close before. Then suddenly he was everywhere I turned, with his charming smirk and witty banter. Same for Babe and Grant. They were just there when I needed them. They just took me in. I think that Alex and Skip had sent them somehow. I missed them so dearly.

Grief was a weird emotion. I had experienced it many times before, but it was never the same. With my Nana, I was sad, but I was grateful, she was old and ready to go. I always thought of her fondly, never plagued too much by her passing.

My mother on the other hand was a weight pulling me to the bottom of the sea. The heaviness of my grief was crushing. It was one thing to lose a parent, but to a disease where you had to watch them die slowly, knowing their fate, but secretly hoping for their survival. She was all I had left. I never fully am free of the sadness of her passing.

Then here, losing lives everyday was hard, but it was manageable. Most of the men I didn’t know personally, I wasn’t tied to them. I felt sad for their death but was able to move forward. If I didn’t think of them too hard or how I had lost them, I was fine.

With Alex and Skip it came in waves. The first a tidal wave, threatening to pull me down to the ocean floor just like with my mother. But I was dragged from the water, thrown a life saver. I had support. I would float on the top of the water, everything fine, happy and normal. Then every so often I would sink under the surface. The weight returned. It would hurt all over again, like a fresh wound. Just like lying in water, I would sink and float. Sometimes the sea was rougher than normal, or it was calm and tranquil. But just like the ocean it was unpredictable.

I missed them all so much.

“!0-hut!” Martin called. I stood quickly, focusing on the world around me again. I didn’t know how much time had passed, being so deep in thought.

Winters, Nixon, and Speirs walked into the room. “At ease.” We all relax at Winters command.

“This everybody Grant?” Winters asked.

“Sir.” Grant confirmed.

Winters spoke to the men, telling them he was proud. My eyes wandered over to Nixon who hung in the archway. I smiled at him as he sent me a wink. I didn’t miss the exhaustion that lingered on his face. He motioned for me to pay attention, still smiling. I looked back at Winters who was telling the men there was another patrol set for tonight. Many heads hung low. Winters explained the plan, noting that not much was changing, other than the men would need to go further into town. More risk. I sighed, my leg bouncing nervously. Babe’s hand stilled my movements, he left his hand there.

“It will be 0200 hours instead of 0100. Is that clear?” Winters asked, the men confirming. “Good. Because, uh, I want you all to get a full night’s sleep tonight. Which means in the morning you will report to me that you made it across the river into German lines but were unable to secure any live prisoners.” Winters paused as his words sunk in. He was going to lie. The men weren’t going to have to go on the patrol after all. I grabbed Babe’s hand under the table, squeezing it tightly. I channelled all of my relief into our clasped hands so that I wouldn’t whoop and yell. Babe held my hand as tightly as I did his.

“Understand?” Winters asked the men, his eyes flitting around the room. The tension in the room had evaporated immediately, like a weight being lifted off our shoulders.

“Yes, sir!” The soldiers said in unison.

“Good, look sharp for tomorrow. We’re moving off the line.” He told the men as he gathered his supplies and left. I could’ve fallen out of my seat. OFF THE LINE! OFF THE LINE!

“Did I fucking hear that right?” Lieb turned and asked me. I shook my head in disbelief. A smile pulling at my lips.

“We’re moving off the line.” I uttered, Lieb and Babe grinning at me.

#wtf that got heavy quickly #sorry for all the ocean content with grief #idk I just rolled with it #i thought it gave it good visuals #ahaha #next chapter is funny promise #but ay it's me we are talking about so lol #emarkey #also don and Em still fighting #guys wth #band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #hbo war #donald malarkey #band of brothers imagine #joe toye #bill guarnere #dick winters

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chasingstardustandmoonbeams · 2 years

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Not About Deserve

Repost from my old blog: sohoneyspreadyourwings

Word count: 1.2k

You could feel the water begin to soak through your shoes, your toes scrunching up in discomfort at the squishy feeling. The weight of what you were carrying was beginning to make your arms quiver as you knocked on the door with further agitation.

You’d been trying to get Bill to open the door for you for the last five minutes, but you’d yet to get him to budge.

Grumbling under your breath, you shifted the weight of the pizza box and beer in your hands, using your foot to knock on the door.

“Damn it, Bill!” You cried out, “I know you’re in there just open the door would you?”

Blinking away the stray raindrops, you could faintly hear a thump in the background followed by a loud curse.

“Bill!” You yelled.

“Ain’t nobody home!”

You rolled your eyes in frustration, sighing at his antics.

“I have pizza! Your favorite!” You shouted, hoping that the prospect of his favorite food would be enough to open the door.

There was a slight pause before you heard another thump.

“Not hungry!” He shouted back at you.

You swallowed down your anger, reasoning with yourself that he wasn’t himself, he didn’t actually mean any of it. He was just angry, he had every right to be, after going through the war like he did. You just wanted to help him the only way you knew how. If only he’d just let you.

“I have beer too, William!” you tried, shivering as your damp clothes began to cling to your body.

The door opened quickly, Bill already grumbling at you, “Why didn’t you start with that?”

Once the door was open a disheveled Bill met your gaze. He shifted awkwardly on his crutches, his eyes slowly taking in your appearance.

“You’re soaked,” he said bluntly. Bill’s eyes finally met yours, his expression unreadable.

You wanted to mutter a “No, shit” back at him, maybe even throw a few curses his way for leaving you soaked outside, but no matter how much you wanted to, you’d never let those words leave your mouth.

Instead, your only reply was to give him a hard look, one that had him looking guilty for you leaving you out there so long.

Without another word, you walked past him into his house. Setting the pizza and beer on the counter, you began to rummage through his drawers to try and find a rag to dry off with.

“I don’t need you to keep doin’ this for me,” Bill said as he slowly made his way towards you. Sitting down in a nearby chair, Bill leaned his crutches against the table.

“I don’t need to, Bill, I want to,” You said simply, trying to wrestle down the wave of agitation that was rising within you.

“Well, I don’t wantcha to.”

Your hands froze as you wrung your hair out with a rag.

“Fine,” you said shortly. Tossing the rag to the side, a loud clap of thunder following your action.

“It’s pouring, you’re not going out there right now,” Bill said, trying to reason with you.

“I’m already soaked to the bone, I don’t care if I get more wet,” you shot back angrily.

You swallowed down your anger, your hurt, as you made your way quickly to the door. Every squish of your toes in your soaked shoes, and the feeling of Bill’s eyes on you, only fueled your desire to leave as quickly as possible.

“Wait a minute!” Bill cried out to you. “Fuck’s sake,” he grumbled as he tried to follow after you.

With your hand on the doorknob, you were more than ready to leave until you heard Bill desperately scrambling in the background. The sound of his crutch’s clanging against the cold tile of his floor, and a string of curses leaving his mouth, caused you to pause.

You turned to see Bill, still sitting in the chair holding onto one crutch as he tried to reach for the other which had fallen to the floor.

Silently, you walked back over to him, picking up his crutch and handing it to him.

“This is the shit I’m talkin’ about,” Bill grumbled.

The mixture of hurt and confusion written across your face, caused him to let out a sigh.

“I should be the one helpin’ ya, not the other way around.”

“Bill-”

“No, I know I’m a fuckin’ idiot for thinkin’ that,” Bill paused, his gaze meeting yours. “You’re a goddamned angel, sweetheart, and I don’t deserve you. You deserve a whole lot better than me. Hell, I knew it before, but I know it for damn sure now.”

“You’re a pain in the ass, Bill.” You said with nothing but mirth in your tone.

Bill gazed up at you with furrowed eyebrows and a scowl written clearly across his face.

“You are! And you can’t ever be bothered to put away a dish or hang up your towel after you take a shower. And God, sometimes you tell the shittest jokes.”

“For Christ sake’s I get it, I’m the fuckin’ worst human being alive! Why the hell are you still here anyways?” Bill tried to bat away your hand that had found its way to his cheek.

“Because I love you,” you said simply. Bill’s eyes met yours, his expression softening slightly. “Because it’s not about deserve, Bill. You might not do the dishes, but you do all the cooking. And even if you never hang up your towel, you’ll still hum a song under your breath as you fold laundry. And because your jokes are shitty, but I’ve still never laughed harder in my life. I love you Bill, every part of you, even the parts that can make you a pain in the ass.”

“You really are a goddamned angel,” Bill whispered softly.

Even soaked, you felt flush under the intensity of Bill’s gaze. His natural playful and teasing nature had returned as he leaned in to kiss you. Every time Bill kissed you it felt like you were drowning, being wrapped up in everything that was so inexplicably him, that if you were given the choice to spend every waking minute of your life like this, you wouldn’t hesitate.

Pulling away to catch your breath, you let out a soft laugh as Bill chased after your lips with his own.

“I gotta change, Bill. Can I borrow-”

“Take whatever you like, Angel,” he said breathlessly, “Take it all.” Your own breath grew ragged as Bill’s eyes locked on yours, his meaning wasn’t lost on you.

You swallowed thickly, unsure of what to say, Bill looked so vulnerable under your gaze, you ached to reach out and touch him. A smile began to tug on your lips, Bill now visibly relaxing at the action.

“You’re not letting the angel thing go, are you?” You teased.

“Just callin’ it like I see it, Angel.” He grinned at you, his eyes shining in a way you had sorely missed.

“You’re hopeless,” you laughed, making your way down to his bedroom for a change of clothes.

“Hopelessly in love with you!” He shouted back at you.

Shaking your head as you tried to stifle a laugh, you began to rummage through his drawers. You both were hopeless you supposed, still, there was no one you would rather be hopelessly in love with than Bill.

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msmercury84 · 8 months

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A Quote from Wild Bill Guarnere

According to his granddaughter, one of his favorite sayings when he was angry was,

"Go piss in your hat and pull it down over your ears."

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fernando-jpg · 2 years

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If you still need ideas for headcanons and oneshots,: Reader comforting Guarnere after a nightmare?

oof that's good! alright here we go

also the reader was a soldier in easy, so she knows most of the stuff that went down in Europe during war. Kept gender neutral, if you see any errors please tell me!

as we all know, many soldiers who had returned to their home after fighting in ww2 had suffered from ptsd, anxiety, depression etc

bill would have nightmares due to his mental issues and sometimes they would be bad

the nightmares would get worse when the anniversary of the traumatic event would come around, like when he lost his leg in bois jacques when he tried to save joe

he was sleeping calmly one night and then suddenly he began to wriggle around on the bed

his eyes snap open in one moment and he sits up in the bed, panting, covered in sweat

he looks at you beside him and sees that he didn't woke you up

quietly he slips away from under the sheets, grabs one crutch and makes his way to the bathroom

you woke up couple minutes later when you hear him exit the bathroom and come back into the room

"sorry I woke ya up"

you scold him for apologizing

you told him to wake you up whenever he has nightmares

but him being the grumpy, stubborn italian man he is, never wakes you up

thankfully you wake up most of the times due to being light sleeper

bill is sitting on the edge of the bed on his side and you scoot up next to him

you wrap your arms around his shoulders and place your chin on his shoulder

"bastogne?"

"..how'd you know?"

"anniversary effect"

bill doesn't like to talk about his nightmares but occasionally he'll tell you what he saw in his dreams

that night he explained how it all went down from his point of view

what pain he felt, what he was thinking then

"i was scared as hell. i promised we'd come back home safely and then everything went to shit. i didn't even know if i'd recover"

this broke your heart

he never told you how he felt after loosing his leg or during the recovery after he was sent back to america

he wasn't kind of a man to speak up about his feelings and fears

but then he let it all out and actually felt better

you reassure him, place a sweet kiss on the side of his head

you tell him that he can always talk to you, that you'll be always by his side

he looks at you with pure love and appreciation

"i know. that's why I love ya so much"

you two stay up for a little longer, cuddling

you run your fingers through his short hair and rub circles on his chest

eventually bill falls asleep practically on top of you

happy that your man is sleeping calmly once again, you fall asleep too

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mlmxreader · 4 months

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Before You Leave Me | William “Wild Bill” Guarnere x m!reader

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↳ ❝ Can I request Wild Bill with prompt 30 “Even if it’s a lie, just tell me you love me” and 31 “A quick kiss before I go?”

Where reader is a civilian and he's so upset when Bill needs to go back as soon as possible for a new mission. So they're having a huge fight about it, thank you and I love you 🩷 ❞

: ̗̀➛ You both know that he has to go, but you just can't bring yourself to be content with letting him.

: ̗̀➛ smoking, swearing, angst

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It wasn’t often that you and Bill could be alone together, even more rare that you were even in the same place; with you being a civilian and taking up a position as the local veterinarian for local farms, you were more than busy, and Bill was often hardly ever at home anymore thanks to the war.

He only really came back for training and, occasionally, when he was on leave for an injury that needed time to heal and couldn’t be kept at a field hospital for whatever reason.

You were exempt from the war efforts due to your position, although you would have liked to have fought; you would have preferred to go off and fight, knowing what the Nazis were doing and the sickening and disgusting deeds they had done.

Every fascist deserved to die, but the local farms also needed you; cattle still needed birthing, horses still needed their hooves cleaned and shoed, and sheep and goats still needed clipping and birthing.

You hated yourself for it, if you were honest, but even more, you hated Bill’s commanding officers for tearing him away from you time and time again.

It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair that you were branded a coward and a traitor for not fighting but he was so cruelly torn from you before you could even kiss him for good luck.

Luckily, though, you had a few friends in the RAF, especially in the likes of Squadron Leader Adil Perveen - the two of you had been neighbours for years, and whenever Bill was on soil, Perveen always got his wife, Manpreet, to send word to you as soon as he was told.

She would let you stay at their house for the day, make sure that you were fed despite the rationing, and would keep you comfortable; in return, whenever Perveen was away, you would entertain her at yours and do much the same.

You always slept near the phone, though, as she was only a few weeks away from giving birth, and although you had plenty of practice when it came to animals, you weren’t exactly the best choice when it came to humans.

With the storms sweeping the land, blowing off roofs and causing masses of destruction, it was impossible for anyone to go anywhere - RAF or otherwise - and when Manpreet sent word to you that Bill was still at the air base, you went over as soon as you could despite the dangers.

You were warned not to drive, but you could manage; you had been called out in worse circumstances, after all. A storm was nothing.

But when you found him, Bill was sitting alone as he smoked a cigarette beside one of the American vehicles, leaning against it to try and escape the harsh gusts of wind.

You sat beside him, sighing heavily as you put your head on his shoulder and took his hand in yours. Humming softly when his thumb gently ran across your knuckles. He smiled, leaning into you as he tossed his cigarette aside.

“How are you?”

“I’m alright,” you replied quietly, “you alright?”

He nodded, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing it gently. “Perveen hasn’t shut up all day. He’s been chasing us all away.”

You laughed, shaking your head fondly. “I’m not surprised.”

“We’re going out tomorrow,” he told you reluctantly. “They said the storm’ll clear then… so we’ll be off.”

You shook your head as you looked at him, swallowing thickly. “I don’t want you to go… we… Billy, I haven’t seen you in months… it’s not fair.”

“I know,” Bill replied, frowning, “but I gotta. No one else is gonna teach those Nazi fucks a lesson.”

You moved to sit on his lap, putting your hands on his chest as he grabbed your thighs. “I’m not letting you go. Please, don’t.”

“I have to,” he huffed. “It’s not like I can leave the fucking army, now.”

“Just stay for an extra day,” you pleaded. “Please. Just one more day.”

“I can’t,” he insisted, shaking his head. “You know I can’t.”

“Billy…” you whined, licking your lips. “Just… can’t you talk to Winters and ask for an extra day? Say the weather’s gonna be so shit you can’t go anywhere, just… stay.”

Bill hummed, reluctant to argue as he sighed. “I have to. You know this, you’ve known this since the day I asked you out, for fuck’s sake. You’ve always known this’ll be how it is.”

“Fine,” you could feel something hot and wet on your cheeks as you sniffled, your vision blurry. “But, just… even if it’s a lie, just tell me you love me before you leave me again. Please.”

“It wouldn’t be a fuckin’ lie,” Bill laughed, grinning sadly as he reached up and wiped the tears from your face. “I love you, it’s not a fuckin’ lie. I promise.”

“Then why leave?” You asked. “If you really love me, why are you leaving?”

“Because I have to!” He snapped harshly, rolling his eyes. “You’re lucky! You don’t have to go! You get to stay here! I don’t!”

“But you could!” You protested. “You could tell Winters you need to stay!”

“But I can’t!” He growled out. “You know this! Now… just fuckin’ stop naggin’ about it! Fuck!”

“Don’t fucking get shitty with me!” Your voice trembled as you got off of his lap, shaking your head. “You’re such an arsehole! You could fucking stay for one day, but you won’t!”

When you started to head towards your car again, Bill chased after you, calling your name as he followed closely; he caught your wrist in his hand, pulling you against his chest as he gently kissed your neck, sniffling himself.

“I’m gonna miss you so much,” he admitted. “I don’t wanna fight before I leave… c’mon, a quick kiss before I go?”

You pushed him away, wiping the tears from his face as you nodded slowly. “Promise you’ll write?”

He nodded back. “Yeah. Always.”

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