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bellewintersroe · 3 months

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hi i wondered if you could do some headcanons about tab And christenson

hey you! So sorry for the horrifically late response, Im back on my band of brothers fixation- thank you for your request!! <;3 - tw mentions of smut and 18+ content.

Headcanons with Talbert + Christenson:

Burton ‘Pat’ Christenson:

Ugh such an underrated character it’s so frustrating.

I feel like you’d see him running in his PT gear and omg you’d be soooo impressed.

would see you watching and literally smirk whilst he’s jogging.

lingers around after all the guys are gone, purposefully so he can talk to you.

probs brings up something cheeky like ‘I haven’t seen you around here before?’

‘You smiled at me yesterday.’

‘I was trying to impress you and be all cool.’

I don’t think he’s very cool, he’s so open and honest though, he just admits almost straight away that he’s been admiring you.

doesn’t like competition, and I think he could potentially get jealous easily- so if he see’s somebody flirting with you in the pub he sits sipping on his beer with looks that could kill.

of course he knows somehow this is wrong, it gives him an icky feeling so he never lets on that he feels any form of insecurity. He wants you to think he’s strong and impress you.

just run up to the man and kiss him fr, he’ll smile against your lips he’s sooo cute omg.

probs giggles when you kiss him, I just know it.

Pat’s got an artistic side but he doesn’t tell you this until one day he asks if you can just sit for him and he’ll draw you.

“what the hell, are you gonna draw a stick woman or something?” You’d giggle, he’d come over and hold your shoulders still, smiling down to you with a modest laugh.

“No. I promise I won’t.” He’s right. If Pat promises something he sure as hell means it also- he’s a man of his word.

so when he shows you this fucking beautiful portrait you’re left quite literally speechless. How can this big, tough man produce something so elegant?!

Worries you don’t like it so lies that he’s gonna run Currahee, stealing the notepad with him and scurrying off.

when you assure him you do like it, in fact you love it, he’s so happy, flirting with you that you’ve got ‘a good face to draw’. It just took a real long time to actually find him after he’d initially scurried away lmfaooo.

but no he takes such good care of you and he’s so protective, if he was jealous his jaw would tense and he’d give the other man the biggest death stare ever.

not that he’s easily intimidated tho- he’s a handsome guy, and very secure with you, I feel like his love language is touch so omggg when you’re together in the pub with the others he loves it when you put a hand on his, or his lap, his fav place is his chest.

he literally gets the shivers when you run your hand down his chest, I think you’d be flirting with him and you’d be holding so much eye contact that he’d just cut off what you were saying with a kiss.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.”

Talking nsfw now, he 1000% compliments you so much during sex omg, like “you’re soo sexy.”, “you look so fucking good riding me like that.”

loves when you go on top and he can lay back and watch you, his eyes roll back and when he gets particularly close to finishing I can imagine him gripping your hips, panting and kinda has to tell you to either slow down (he doesn’t want to finish so quick) or praises you for being his good girl.

I dont think Pat would be too much of a risqué guy, like he just loves having sex with you in the comfort of a bed. Once you get to Germany and Austria you deffo make up for lost time and he’ll have you all over the different objects around the room.

Floyd Talbert:

I feel like it would be a friends into lovers arc?

tab proves to you he’s really not all that of a play boy, or the two of you grow super close and it just kinda happens.

like I can imagine him being all flirty at first, yeah, but then you two get quite friendly and Floyd ramps it down seeing as he thinks he’s been friend zoned. He has too much respect for you to flirt your head off.

the feelings are still there the whole time, and one day you just like… kiss? And I’m talking out of nowhere, your faces get real close one night after it’s been hectic and you two just kiss.

Expect Floyd to ramp it up again after that. He’s all yours and there’s no denying that, even if you have to hide it due to fraternisation rules if you’re in the army with him.

once you’re together he’s the type to be gazing at you from across the room, probably winks in your direction too.

the two of you literally go at it like bunnies, I feel like you’d need to make up for lost time of being friends for sooo long.

“I always wished I coulda’ had you like this, doll.”

“You look so good under me, don’t you? I should’ve made my move faster, huh?”

T even when you were friends, there’s a lot of men with not much respect about for women and he hates that. One particular night when you were ‘just friends’ some guy upset you and Floyd wouldn’t have it.

he chewed the guy out and threatened to ge physical, thankfully the guy left. After he’d just be bear hugging you and reassuring you- I think he’d almost let his feelings slip there and then, but I think he’d either get too scared or think it just wasn’t the right time.

deep, deep passionate kisses- especially when you haven’t seen each other in a while.

torn between taking you out on dates and just being alone with you, so you end up going to a bar or somewhere, sitting in the corner booth and making out the whole time.

speaking of which, Floyd has deffo fingered you under the table at least once.

I feel like if you matched his energy and did the same thing oh my god- he’d feel like he’d died and gone to heaven again.

“Jus’ like that, baby? You gonna cum for me?” Or, “doing so well for me, gonna make daddy cum, aren’t you?”

Yeah probs has a daddy kink and like 5000 others, although nothing too crazy, Floyd’s fav is just when you’re both naked under the sheets and he’s on top of you, able to wrap you as close as possible whilst he fucks into you. It makes him feel safe.

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marycorleone · 1 year

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The Girl Paratrooper - Joe Liebgott X F!OC

Prompt: Mary and Lieb met while training at Camp Toccoa. Both were paratroopers of Easy Company. But the rules were clear: Dating or romantic involvement was prohibited. This made Lieb and Mary date in secret, 'til the girl found out that he had cheated on her.

After breaking up with Joe, Mary grows closer to Bill Guarnere, and what was meant to be just a friendship becomes a marriage. But Bill and Mary don't love each other, and Liebgott is sorry. What will happen?

Warning ⚠️: the character 'Leigh Spencer' was created by @msmercury84 . I asked for use the character in my fic and she allowed. Thanks, Leigh! ❤️

Chapter One

Mary was walking along the road and doing her patrol, when Joe Liebgott showed up. The girl smiled from her boy, who came to her and kissed her.

'Stop, Lieb! Winters can see us!'

'Winters know all about us. Everyone else know all about of us. We just haven't assumed our relationship yet cause of the formalities of the war, but as soon as this is all over, I'm going to hug and kiss you without major problems.'

Joe hugged Mary, lifting her off the ground. 'And I love you so much and I want to marry you, Mary Corleone. You know that. Don't you?'

'Oh!' She screamed in fright, kicking her feet in the air. 'Joseph D. Liebgott, put me down now!'

'Don't scream! It will draw everyone's attention here!' He warned with a smile. Then Joe announced that he had an appointment and took his leave, leavin' Mary to complete her patrol.

A few hours later, when already was the morning, Mary was sleeping when she heard Pat Christenson's voice. He arrived fumbling, knocking a coffee pot off the table, startling Bull, Guarnere and Babe, who were sitting in the room next to where Mary was sleeping.

'What happened, Pat? It looks like you saw a ghost!'

'It's Liebgott!' Christenson was scared and stuttering.

Mary jumped on the bed, but didn't make a sound. She wanted to hear when Pat was going to say. In the next room, Bill asked.

'Let's go, Pat! What happened with Liebgott?'

'A girl. He was in his dormitory with a girl!'

Everyone was silent and after a few seconds, Bull affirmed.

'Mary is sleeping in the next room. She just got back from patrol. Liebgott is a piece of shit.

'I went in there to get an outfit I had forgotten, and when I got there, I saw the naked girl on top of him. He would spank her ass and say he never had such a nice girl in his life.'

'Damn! Mary will be devastated!' Bill cursed and rubbed his face.

'Shall we tell her?' Babe finally spoke.

'No. We shouldn't.' Bull asked.

Guarno was about to say what she needed to know when Mary appeared in the doorway.

'I heard everything I had to hear. It's unfortunate that you wanted Lieb to keep fooling me, Bull. You shouldn't have even thought about it. It was your duty, my friends, to tell me. Liebgott asked me to marry him, and you know it. I was going to let that son of a bitch put a ring on my finger, and you were wondering if you were going to let him keep fooling me!'

'Mary, I...'

'All right, Pat. I already heard what I needed. Where are they?'

'In Lieb's dormitory. Mary, wait! If you make a scene, you can be expelled from the paratroopers. The rules are clear: Dating is prohibited!' Babe tried to stop his friend, but she just walked away.

'Can't we date? But is okay fuck local girls? I'm tired of hanging my head. I've been doing this since Toccoa.'

Furious, Mary went towards where her fiancé was. They boys wanted to go after her, but Bill told the to wait there, and that only he would go. And so, Wild Bill followed Mary.

Next chapter coming soon. And currahee!

#band of brothers #joe liebgott #hbo war #f!oc #joe liebgott x reader #leigh spencer #fiancé #toccoa #wild bill guarnere #bill guarnere #bull randleman #babe heffron #pat christenson

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bloodstainedsaint · 4 months

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Hey, I'm not sure if you take requests, but if you do, I have an idea:) Could you write something about a young woman who was in the Air Force disguised as a man and her plane was hit by the Germans while under attack, forcing her to jump out, leaving her stranded with her plane down and easy company witnessed the whole thing and tries to look for the pilot?

maybe with some romance or whatever with my mans lieb or doc roe if that’s possible hihi

when worlds collide (joseph liebgott x air force! reader)

word count: 1000+

warnings: blood & injury, but nothing really graphic

notes: sorry for the wait on this one 😭 i've been busy BUT i promise to be posting more during my break

You didn't remember much after your plane was hit by German flak while passing over some Dutch forest you couldn't recall the name of. What you could remember was everything rapidly blinking and on fire around you, dials going this way and that, your hands flying around the control board and trying desperately to pull up with the yoke as you cursed violently beneath your breath.

Following your fruitless struggle against gravity, you remembered preparing to parachute out of your plane and into the woods beneath you.

You were pretty sure you blacked out for a while after that.

The sight of a fighter plane nosediving into the ground and its booming resulting crash interrupted an otherwise uneventful five-man patrol through the woods.

“Jesus Christ! Did you see that?” Babe exclaimed, gawking up at where the plane had been in the sky mere seconds ago.

“Looks like it landed near us,” Pat observed.

Don looked wide-eyed. “It was one of ours. The pilot might need our help if he ejected in time!”

Lip shushed them. “There's AA guns nearby. Someone ought to go back and tell Battalion they’re positioned somewhere to our left near that dike we passed. Christenson, you go.”

As Pat nodded and left the way they came, Lip said, “We can't take too long looking for a pilot we don't know is alive or not." He checked his watch and sighed. "Alright, meet back here at 1700. Stay alert. Don't go too far on your own.”

The squad spread out in search of the hopefully-alive pilot. Joe walked with his rifle at the ready for about 20 minutes before stumbling upon large chunks of debris from the plane. Not far from that was a severed parachute, and then a blood trail.

He followed it until he noticed a pilot sitting on the ground next to some brush with his back turned to him, his clothes torn up enough to where large parts of skin littered with cuts were visible. Joe slowly approached, mindful not to scare him and wind up with a bullet in his head.

“Hey,” he called out. “Hey, buddy.”

The pilot turned around, and Joe noticed that “he” was not a he at all.

Your hand shot to the pistol on your belt, leveling it at him while vainly covering up your top half. You’d been trying to treat your wounds with the first-aid kit strapped to your waist; you'd gotten several steadily bleeding scratches from falling through trees and one or two broken ribs from your hasty landing. You ended up taking off your corset to relieve pressure on your ribcage, leaving you with your ripped up uniform and coveralls.

Regardless of your relief that an American soldier had found you rather than a German one, you kept your hand fixed on your sidearm.

“Woah, lady, put down the gun. I'm not a Kraut.” Lowering his own gun, his narrowed eyes flashed to your chest and widened at the sight of the reddish purple bruises that blemished it. "Goddamn..."

“It’s not what it looks like,” you managed out, though talking (or breathing, for that matter) was difficult.

“I don’t care what it looks like,” he said, the edge to his tone softening as he carefully walked toward you. “You need help.”

You painfully exhaled and set the gun down next to you. You turned around again to focus on treating your injuries, wincing with the movement. “I'm fine.”

“You don't look it.” He crouched down next to you. You flinched away slightly — you'd been disguised as a man for a while now, and this was the first time anyone was seeing you so vulnerable since your enlistment — before letting him inspect your wounds, albeit with you concealing your chest with your arms and what remained of your jacket.

“What’s your name?” he asked, gingerly applying sulfa powder to the gashes on your body.

You slightly hissed at the stinging sensation. “(Y/N), Senior Airman, 4th Fighter Group.”

“Joseph D. Liebgott, Technician 5th Grade, 101st Airborne.”

There was a temporary silence, punctuated only by you sucking in air through your teeth. As he bandaged one of the cuts, he said, “We need to get you some help. I was out here on patrol with my squad; we have a medic back at—”

“What?” You looked at him with a bewildered expression. “No, I don't need any medic. I just need help informing my superiors I got lost going through dense fog and got shot down here.”

“Why not? ‘Cause he'll see you're a girl?”

You gave him a pointed look. “Why else? If you haven't noticed, there aren't very many women serving on the front lines.” You paused and took a deep breath in through your nose. “If you bring your squad over here, someone's gonna report me and get me kicked out of the Air Force…Hell, I don't even know if I trust you to not report me. I just met you, for Chrissakes.”

In truth, you didn’t even know why you were letting him tend to you anyways — you were capable of doing it yourself, your biggest secret was currently exposed, and he was a stranger. But there was something about his change in demeanor and a sudden tenderness in his voice once he saw your injuries that made you want to trust him.

“Your secret’s safe, (Y/N),” he said firmly, a set expression on his face. “I got no reason to rat you out; I just met you too.”

You scanned his face for any signs of deceit, sighed when you found none, and nodded. “I’m still not letting your medic take a look at me.”

“Fine, but that’s not gonna stop me from helping you. I’ll be quick; the guys are gonna be expecting me back soon. We’ll go talk to them together.”

He resumed his aid, and after a few minutes, you could tell that he had started getting curious; he didn't seem like a man who knew how to shut up.

“How’d you disguise yourself as a man this long?”

With a shaky inhale, you closed your eyes as his hands brushed over your rib cage. Involuntarily, a small smile made its way onto your face as the countless predicaments you’d found yourself in flooded your memory. “It’s a long story.”

Liebgott cracked a crooked smile. “I can make some time.”

Laughing despite the pain that flared in your rib cage from the action, you couldn't help but feel that this chanced occasion wouldn't be the last time you would speak to Liebgott. And for some reason foreign to you at that moment, you hoped that your intuition was correct.

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auroralightsthesky · 2 years

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literally anything you wanna write about, but with Christenson maybe?? he doesn't get enough recognition in my mind

YOU SPEAKY MA LANGUAGE!!!!! I totally agree hon, sorry for getting back so late I've been really tied up with school and it fried my brain for the better part of a week (lol)

You and Pat couldn't decide where to go for vacation

That and the two of you had just had your daughter

So when you found out he was bringing you to Singapore, you almost screamed and woke the baby

The flight there wasn't easy, your daughter slept most of the way, so didn't you and Pat

But when you guys got into the city, you were both relieved to finally have some good sunshine

There was so much shit for you guys to do it wasn't even funny

Everybody thought Jenny, your daughter was the cutest little bean in the world

Visiting the botanical gardens was your favorite part

And Little India......sooooooo much stuff in Little India

You guys would sit out at night on the hotel balcony with Jenny

And occasionally a monkey would come and visit

And during Chinese New Year the street festivals were insane!!

When Jenny got bigger you would bring her back when you guys could

So that way she had a way to remember and make her own memories

#band of brothers #pat christenson #christenson x reader #hbo war #hbo war toccoa travelers au #hbo war au #easy company

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rogue-durin-16 · 2 years

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SMILE FOR ME (I/III)

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

Pairing: Don Malarkey x photographer!Reader

Genre: fluff (1st part)

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Band Of Brothers: @sparkyluz

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Warnings: language (?)

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

Part II

Part III

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm sure you will."

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes you will!" She responded jogging away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y/n, 'bout the pic—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's right, miss."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's me, yeah."

"Can you take a picture of us together?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Don?"

"Yeah?"

"You can hold me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y/n and Don," Muck sang.

"Sitting in a tree," Luz joined in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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subwonwooagenda · 4 years

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FAQ/RULES

Who/What Do I Write For?

Youtubers

Grizzy, Puffer, Elastic Droid, Pezzy, Markiplier, Jacksepticeye, DazGames, CrankGamePlays, CORPSE, Colby Brock, Sam Golbach, Mully, JoshDub, EddieVR, Juicyfruitsnacks, YourNarrator

Haikyuu!

Daichi, Sugawara, Asahi, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Ennoshita, Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kiyoko, Yachi, Ukai

Kuroo, Yaku, Kai, Yamamoto, Kenma, Fukunaga, Inuoka, Lev

Oikawa, Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Iwaizumi, Yahaba, Kindaichi, Kunimi, Kyotani

Aone, Futakuchi, Koganegawa

Bokuto, Akaashi

Ushijima, Semi, Tendo, Goshiki, Shirabu

Terushima

Sakusa

Kita, Aran, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna

Saeko, Alisa

Band of Brothers

Richard Winters, Lewis Nixon, Ronald Speirs, Carwood Lipton, Harry Welsh, Buck Compton, Eugene Roe, Joe Liebgott, Edward Heffron, Bill Guarnere, Joe Toye, George Luz, Donald Malarkey, Warren Muck, Alex Penkala, Alton More, Charles Grant, Floyd Talbert, Denver Randleman, Frank Perconte, Johnny Martin, David Webster, Popeye Wynn, Darrell Powers, Pat Christenson, Walter Gordon, Donald Hoobler, Edward Tipper, Albert Blithe

Seventeen

OT13, S.Coups, Jeonghan, Joshua, Junhui, Hoshi, Wonwoo, Woozi, Seokmin, Mingyu, Minghao, Seungkwan, Vernon, Dino

ATEEZ

Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung, Jongho

NCT

Taeyong, Taeil, Johnny, Yuta, Kun, Doyoung, Ten, Jaehyun, Winwin, Jungwoo, Lucas, Mark, Xiaojun, Hendery, Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, Jaemin, YangYang, Shotaro, Sungchan, Chenle, Jisung

Horror/Slashers

Pennywise, Thomas Hewitt, Carrie, Michael Myers, Jason, Billy, Stu, Brahms, Chucky, Tiffany

Lord of the Rings

Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Boromir, Faramir, Arwen, Elrond, Eomer, Eowyn, Galadriel, Haldir

The Hobbit

Bilbo, Thorin, Fili, Kili,Balin, Dwalin, Oin, Gloin, Dori, Nori, Ori, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Elrond, Beorn, Thranduil, Bard, Legolas, Tauriel, Azog, Bolg, Smaug

Ouran High School Host Club

Tamaki, Kyoya, Hikaru, Kaoru, Morinozuka, Haninozuka, Haruhi, Renge, Kasanoda

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Saiki, Nendo, Kaido, Teruhashi, Toritsuka, Hairo, Aren, Yumehara, Saiko

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Leonardo, Raphael, Michaelangelo, Donatello, April, Casey

Stranger Things

Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Will, Eleven, Max, Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, Billy, Robin, Hopper, Alexei, Barb

Anne With an E

Anne, Gilbert, Diana, Jerry, Ruby, Cole, Sebastian, Moody

Jurassic Park 1 & 3 (not Lost World because I didn’t enjoy it)

Alan, Ellie, Billy, Henry Wu, Ian Malcolm, Eric

Jurassic World & Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom

Owen, Claire, Lowery, Zach, Gray, Barry, Zia, Franklin

Game of Thrones

Robb, Jon, Sansa, Arya, Bran, Rickon, Eddard, Daenerys, Ramsay, Jaime, Cersei, Tyrion, Joffery, Tommen, Khal Drogo, Theon, Yara, Sandor, Oberyn, Brienne, Bronn, Tormund, Samwell

DSMP/MCYT

Dream, Antfrost, Awesamdude, BadBoyHalo, Callahan, CaptainPuffy, Eret, Fundy, Foolish, George, Jack Manifold, Jschlatt, Karl Jacobs, Niki Nihachu, Philza, Punz, Purpled, Quackity,, Ranboo, Sapnap, Skeppy, Charlie Slimecicle, Technoblade, TommyInnit, Tubbo

Feel free to suggest things for me to watch or get into so that i can start to write for your preferred fandom!

Are Asks/Requests Open?

The majority of the times, my asks and requests will always be open, however, i am only human so sometimes I get overwhelmed, when I do, I will take requests but i will not work on them until i have the time to.

What kind of asks/requests do I take?

I will take member x member, member x reader (both female and male; you just have to specify), If you would like something on trans reader then I will need to know exactly what you wish for me to write so that I do not offend you or make you uncomfortable. I will not take mainly Angst asks, I’m not good at writing angst so I will only take mild angst asks or angst to eventual fluff or smut.

Where can you find my fics?

My masterlist (It’s also in my bio)

RULES

I DO NOT WRITE FOR THESE TOPICS:

Non-Con (non consensual AKA Rape)

watersports and scat (Urine and Feces)

Actual beastiality (EX: member or reader actually getting fucked by a real dog or animal)

Toxic Jealousy (Yandere/abusive jealousy)

Sexual Age Regression (Sexual Little Space)

Drug use other than weed (EX: crack, heroine, cocaine, etc.)

Cheating (Due to irl experiences)

Asks with no scenario (I need something to plot with guys)

WEIRD ASKS OR NORMAL ASKS I DO TAKE:

Corruption Kink

Makeup Sex

Angry Sex

Spit Kink

Blood Play (Only in Vampire Asks)

Hyung or Oppa Kinks

Thick reader (male or female)

Trans-Reader (Please specify how to write your ask so I do not offend you accidentally)

Threesome, Foursomes, Fivesomes/Gangbangs

Impact Play

Wax Play

Knife play (intimidation only) (NO ACTUAL CUTTING)

Degradation

Pet Play

Playful Jealousy/Possessiveness

You’re welcome to ask if i write or don’t write for anything, i'd rather you ask then submit an ask that i can’t write.

Blog Rules

I love anon names, but please ask before choosing so that you don't choose an already taken one

Read FAQ/RULES (this post) before sending asks/requests

Please make sure that the asks and requests are open before you submit things for them

If you ask or request something based off of a gif or image, please submit the image or gif as well so that i know what you’re talking about

If your ask/request is not done to your liking, please tell me so i may redo it

GET SPECIFIC (the more details, the better the end result will be for you so please get descriptive on what you want

If the typos do not make something unreadable, do not tell me about them

#rules #blog rules #admin #imagines #smut #fluff #faq page #SubWonWooAgenda

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buckyegans · 4 years

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IMAGINES! IMAGINES! IMAGINES!

Every imagine I have written!

REQUEST FORM - where you can see who I write for.

SUSPICIONS, Peter Parker - wherein the reader is ‘saved’ by the masked hero and gets a clue to who’s behind the mask.

HUSBAND, Dick Winters - just some soft headcanons about Richard as a husband.

JUMP, Band of Brothers x Dunkirk - where Tommy and Alex join up as Red Devils to assist the 101st Airborne in their invasion to Normandy.

KISS, Floyd Talbert - all he wants is a kiss. But, you’re busy.

I CAN’T SAVE YOU, David Webster - he wants to protect you but you don’t need it.

TALK TO ME, Han Solo - Han wants to talk to you but you’re too nervous to say a thing.

IF ONLY YOU KNEW, Pat Christenson - Pat loves you, and he thinks you don’t know.

FIRST KISS, Pat Christenson - Your first kiss with Pat.

#imagines by emma

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bellewintersroe · 1 year

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thanks so much for writing a part 2 to the xNurse reader(i loved it)

and for giving grant some love.And if you are going to do more parts i would like to request that you add alton moore,christenson and moe alley because they are so underrated/like i Can Barely find any fics about them/And sorry english is not my first language

Hey I’m glad you enjoyed it! Thank you so much for your request, I’d love to write for these men, sorry if it’s not super good as they for some reason never got as much screen time in Bob:( but I love to do more research and give some underrated boys some attention hehe.

Also no need to apologise!! Your English is perfect!!

Band of Brothers x Nurse Reader, Part 3:

Alton More:

Okay off topic but this guy was biggggggg for looting, how do you think he got hold of Hitlers personal photo album LMAO.

like that smirk after Speirs has finished telling him off just makes me feel like he’s a bit cheeky.

Like I can see all the nurses being introduced to the men and he just smirks directly at you immediately. His attention isn’t on any of the other women, you’re the only one he’s got eyes for.

some how, he attempts to make his way over to speak to you, but you’re ushered away quicker than he expects.

The rest of the evening, and however long it is before he sees you again he’s probably thinking about you. (He married his childhood sweetheart so I think he himself is a huge sweetheart). He’s a hopeless romantic and is already head over heels before he can put a name to your face.

“Ahhhh, did you see her, Malark? Like, her hair and everythin’??? She was gorgeous.”

He’s thinking about every single detail about you. “Ya gonna scare her away the second you speak to her.”

Much to More’s surprise he doesn’t. Hes super tall and handsome, with a smile to die for, a total dreamboat. He’s stunned when you’re stammering and blushing around him.

I think to speak to you he’d ask you loads of questions about nursing in the army and how you got into it. He’s genuinely fascinated, and when he finds out he’s a year or two older than you, he teases you about it.

would definitely be a little more shy and slower to make a move than some of the other boys. But you’d grow close because of this, he would harass you, he’s harmless and charming and sweet- I think as a nurse in Easy it would be hard to resist him.

so there’s this story that Malarkey has told about when Alton was looting, and he found a pair of knitted, baby boots and completely broke down and started to cry.

I think out of everybody Alton would feel the most comfortable coming to you, and when you just appear in front of him and he’s stood with red eyes, you couldn’t help but engulf him into a hug.

well it’s more like him engulfing you because he’s much taller, but instantly you’d ask him what happened and when he expresses himself you’d leave kisses all over his cheeks and cuddle him a lot.

after that act of vulnerability the two of you would be like two peas in a pod, feelings would be admitted and he’d be super protective over you, especially if you’re out on the field, he feels like his hearts in his throat whenever he watches you run out to treat somebody.

Burton ‘Pat’ Christenson:

christenson genuinely sounds like such an interesting person, and Michael Fassbender is gorgeous omfg.

From what I’ve seen he seems like quite a happy, outgoing guy, so maybe you spot him before he spots you?? Like for a change, you’re the one admiring somebody from a far and feel like you have to chase them.

it’s not that he doesn’t think you’re stunning I think because you’re on the quieter side he doesn’t notice you, but when he does, holy fucking shit ur so fucking drop dead gorgeous and what???

would buy you a drink and comes and sits next to you in the pub, engaging in conversation with you about anything.

He has such a sparkle in his eye and he doesn’t open up about it at first, but he’s got so many interests.

Physically, he was one of the top men in easy which is super attractive to you, (Pat smirks about this) but he’s also artistic, can play the guitar and he can sing?!! He’s a guy of many talents and I think you’d beg him to sing- which he’s too modest about so he doesn’t sadly.

Would probably be super playful with you as a way of flirting.

I think anything was to happen, it would be later in the war during/ after Bastogne.

everybody’s morale is down, but your closest friend seems to be completely and utterly exhausted and close to the brink of a breakdown. When you learn he’d been hit by shrapnel and was too exhausted to move you’re a panicked mess.

You didn’t know whether to slap him or cry when he’s asleep in the field hospital bed. You watch over him and let him sleep peacefully, patching and cleaning him up.

At some point, I think his hand would sneak into yours, half asleep as he’d ask you to stay in a husky voice. Now if that didn’t make your heart leap, I don’t know what else would.

He’s just so soft and gentle, and he’s a really kind guy, so you’d do anything for him except, “Pat, we’re in the hospital, I can’t get in bed with you-“ “I love you though.” Oop- “N-no you’re half asleep.” “Y/N, I love you.”

Would definitely fall hard and fast, you’re his own personal nurse for a couple weeks, and you’re his rock after he lost his closest friends.

After the way you took care of him, he wants nothing more than to spoil you for the rest of your life after the war and bring you home to a comfortable lifestyle where he can give you whatever you wanted.

I think physical touch is his love language, so he’d have a lingering finger wrapped around yours, or a hand on your shoulders at all times.

James Moe Alley:

What a handsome man. Seriously all three of these men are SLEPT on.

I think Moe is a more quieter guy, especially when it comes to women, he’s a little shy and intimidated around you, similar to how Babe is.

let’s say you first meet when you do his physical, you’ve seen so many handsome men so he doesn’t think you’d be the slightest bit interested; but there’s an audible shyness behind your voice, and James is relieved you’re similar to him.

You had to have your hands all over him, and the examination ended up being slightly giggly and awkward. After, it takes a while for either of you to speak one on one, without being in a group.

I think Moe would get a little saddened and disheartened when he see’s other men flirting with you, he sips his beer as he watches you laughing at what they’re saying, questioning why he can’t be that confident around you.

nervous about jumping out of the aeroplane (he had to be pushed out when jumping!) I feel like you’d be able to tell and you’d approach him and soothe his shaking hands.

“Ya’ scared, James? Don’t be scared, I’ve seen a million guys do this and they were all fine.” Knowing you were on the ground below, and you’d just held his hands, he felt like a child, smiling to himself as he plucked enough courage to throw himself out of the plane during the practice jumps.

I feel like he’d need a bit of a push to make a move on you? Maybe one day he sees somebody being rude or disrespectful to you, they’re clearly taking advantage of how nice and reserved you are, so he intercepts, physically barricading his body between yours and the guy harassing you.

“She ain’t interested, pal. You better back off.”

After he’s huffing and puffing, storming away from the annoying guy once he’d finally left you and you chase after him, grabbing his shoulders. to stop him.

“Moe.” With a soft call of his name, you’re on your tip toes kissing him with both your hands on either of his cheeks.

Feels like he’s been kissed by an Angel- holy fucking shit.

after that there’s a genuine connection growing between the two of you, but I feel like it gets cut short when he’s injured in Operation Market Garden.

seeing him like that was horrible, you couldn’t stop crying and Winters had to move you away from treating him because you were too worried. Thanks to your quick action and care he survives despite having 32 shrapnel injuries.

he never has chance to thank you because he’s borderline unconscious and shipped off to a hospital for the next two months.

In the mean time you’d write to one another, James is more confident through writing, and warns you a billion times that he’s gonna ‘bust the fuck out and go AWOL to get back to Easy’.

And he does.

it’s in Bastogne; but hell seeing him again would make you weak in the knees. Alley feels like he’s gonna fall when he sees you and he engulfs you in the biggest cuddle ever. You’re skinny and look exhausted, but you’re alive and safe.

The relationship is so comfortable, you love each other very dearly and Moe never ever forgets how you saved his life when he was injured. Never stops thanking you.

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omfg ??? Im in my feels so much writing about these men? If anybody has any requests surrounding these guys specifically, please let me know and I’ll get writing!!

#Band of brothers x reader #Band of brothers headcannons #Alton More x reader #Pat Christenson x reader #Moe Alley x reader

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bellewintersroe · 1 year

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Pat Christenson x OC Fluff.

This is for @marycorleone who came up with the idea so all credit goes to her! Also I loveee to give some attention to underrated characters to BoB so this was really fun to write!

Slight TW, mentions of injuries (this is set when Grant is shot) so also mentions of war and slight trauma? Idk it’s mainly fluff with swearing of course lmao, but Christenson comforts Mary who is the OC in this piece :)

I felt like my heart was in my throat onlooking the sight before me. The man- or should I say monster- who shot my good friend Chuck Grant was currently taking a beating for his life. He deserved it as well. I didn’t know if Chuck was dead or alive, for all I’d known he’d succumbed to his injuries and this guy had Chuck’s blood on his hands. I grimaced, my hand tightening on the door frame, blow after blow, everybody borderline took turns to interrogate then strike the man. He was spitting blood, his face was swollen, yet whenever the door would open and close, I could still hear the cocky responses he spoke. Despite all the bloody beatings he’d taken, he still seemed keen to argue with the men in his drunken state. A couple of the men besides me decided to shuffle in and join in the beatings, of course I had no option but to be pushed alongside them in a room. There was only two other women in the room, and both of them looked deeply uncomfortable.

It wasn’t long before I understood why. With each punch he took, blood sprayed off his face, splattering over my uniform as I hastily stepped back, feeling my stomach churn. I didn’t want even a singular droplet of that man’s blood on me, he was a monster, and now I somehow felt disgusted. Another men stepped forwards, this time questioning him before striking him harshly across the jawline. There was a deep crack that sounded across the room and if I wasn’t going to be sick before then I definitely was in that moment. My eyes widened, looking straight up to catch eyes with a worried Pat Christenson. My closest friend, a man whom I cared deeply for. His brows twitched and head tilted as though he was silently attempting to ask if I was ok. I must’ve had a real funny look on my face, because the second I felt my bottom lip quiver he came racing over. “C’mon.” His word seemed to snap me back into reality, one of his hands resting just behind my shoulder as he turned me out of the room. The men were right, this was not suitable for the ‘fragile eyes of women’. Or was that just me? Still distraught from the shooting of my good friend, now traumatised by watching the attacker being beaten to a pulp, I felt uncontrollable tears begin streaming down my face. “C’mon, c’mon, Mary. Not in here, let’s go somewhere else.” Christenson spoke in a whispered tone, his hand remaining on my back as he began rubbing gently. I couldn’t help it, a sob escaped my lips, a little sooner than I would’ve liked seeing as a focused Speirs stormed past us both. Oh great, I was positive he wasn’t here to deliver good news. His presence only set me off more as I spun around to Pat, shaking my head in shock. “Whys he here?! To say Grant’s dead?” At the sight of my tearful expression. Pat had never seen me cry before, especially not like this. “We don’t know that.” His free hand soothed over my dark hair as he tugged me into his chest. “We don’t know that, Mary.” He repeated as I wrapped my arms tighter around his back, clutching the comforting man close. “Oh god, Pat, it’s not fair.” I sighed out, feeling the weight of pain on my chest. I was convinced Chuck had been murdered in cold blood. My head rested against his chest, unable to hold myself up normally as he squeezed me a little closer, stepping further into the hug as he deepened the embrace.

“I know.” He whispered, lips nuzzling against my forehead. “I know.” He then planted a lingering kiss, one I couldn’t help but lean into. “And I’m scared… what if- what if they kill this guy now?”

“They won’t.” He simply asked. “They won’t be war criminals. Speirs wouldn’t allow it.”

Unless Speirs was the one to do it himself. I rid the thought from my brain, nobody could gamble with such severe punishments, not this late into war. I couldn’t cope with the prospect of losing anybody else, I thought that way after entering Germany, but here we were months later, still losing people to heinous war crimes.

“I’m just scared for him, Pat.” I then admitted, pulling back from the embrace as I wiped my eyes pathetically. “I’m scared he’s-“ “he won’t be.” Pat then defended, a little too quickly. It wasn’t that he was agitated by my comment, more as though he couldn’t face what I was about to say.

“We don’t know what’s going on yet. Yeah?” He steadied me, both hands on my forearms. “Okay.” I swallowed, but there was no possible way in my mind Chuck was alive, not after being shot in the head, I’d seen hundreds, if not thousands men die from that sorta wound. “C’mon, Mary… I don’t like seein’ you cry.” Pat pulled me once more into his chest, engulfing me in a tighter hug. “Why don’t we go sit somewhere, take a break from all this?” Christenson muttered as I obliged with a nod. Soon, he’s taken me to a quieter seating area, what looked to be some kinda lounge area. He’d pulled me onto his lap, cradling me close as I stared at the time ticking on the grand clock ahead of me. Each second that passed by felt like an hour of more unanswered questions. “Do y’ think Speirs killed him?” I asked, feeling Pat’s hand shift back up to my side. “Mh-“ he paused for a second to answer it. “I don’t know, but… I could see you gettin’ all wound up in there, it started to make me nauseous as well.”

“I didn’t know how he was still talking.” I let out a sigh of relief that somebody else too felt physically sick watching somebody being beaten- even if he did deserve it. “Me either, babe.” He muttered, the pet name sending a small warmth through me, something that actually made me smile as I lifted my head up to face my good friend. “Thank you, I appreciate you pulling me outta’ there or I think I woulda’ gone crazy.” I gazed directly at him now, his expression softening as his eyes roamed over my face. He pulled a hand up, wiping my tears away with his thumb. It was all so very intimate, so much so I think he’d made me blush at one point.

“I got your back, always.” Pat muttered as I leant into him, pressing a small kiss to his sculpted cheek bone. “I’ve got yours.” When I pulled back, I noticed the way his lips stretched out into an uncontrollably smile, finally, some real happiness for the evening. Even if it was short lived, it was worth it, especially for a man I’d secretly been in love with for over three years….

#band of brothers imagine #band of brothers x reader #pat christenson #Pat christenson x reader

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bellewintersroe · 1 year

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Band of brothers masterlist 🤍🩷🤍

Finally! Here’s some direct links to my work so far :)

All boys: general hc’s:

Platonic BoB x reader - angst. Easy boys reacting to seeing their lady lieutenant for the first time. Easy boys x reader how they react to accidentally upsetting you.

Easy boys x reader the morning after their first time. Easy boys x reader the morning after their first time, part 2.

Easy boys x reader in Bastogne.

Easy boys x nurse headcannons p1. Easy boys x nurse headcanons p2.

Easy boys x nurse headcannons p3. Easy’s reaction to nurse reader getting hurt.

Easy boys x nurse how they react to you finding them hurt. Easy boys x reader enemies to lovers.

Easy boys x reader they see you dressed up for the first time. Easy boys x reader they see your scars for the first time. Easy boys x nurse how they react to you having fun in the water.

Easy boys x reader they take care of your baby alone for the first time.

Easy boys x reader how they react to you going MIA.

Part 2.

Easy boys x reader how they comfort you when you’re overworked

Ron Speirs:

Protective Ron Speirs x reader. Snowy Days, Ron x reader.

British girl x Ron headcanons - Ron being in a relationship with a girl from Britain.

Ron Speirs x nurse! OC multiple part smut - when celebrations reach a high in the eagles nest, who knew their hook up would be more than a one time thing?

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Ron Speirs x ArmyNurse! OC mini series - Margaret ‘Maggie’ Emerson, an army nurse attached to the 506th parachute infantry regiment, finds herself growing closer to her company’s captain, Ronald Speirs. With war drawing to an end, a side to the mystery that is Captain Speirs is revealed. Both Maggie and Ron have a difficult time resisting their attraction to one another.

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Part 2.

Joe Liebgott:

Joe Liebgott x reader x Talbert smut. - you, joe and Floyd have some fun on New Year’s Eve in a foxhole. Joe x reader x Talbert smut p2- Joe and Floyd finally give you what you’ve been waiting for…

Untitled Joe Liebgott x reader Drabble. Joe Liebgott x reader angst- the two times Joe doesn’t want to see you and the one time he does.

Joe x reader x Shifty - a request for how Joe would react when he’s in love with you but you’re with Shifty.

Gene and Liebgott Headcannons - when they think they’ve lost you for good but then you reunite with them days later, worse for wear.

Babe Heffron:

Babe Heffron x oc smut- Babe and OC spend some well deserved time together.

Eugene Roe:

Quiet Confessions, Eugene x reader smut - as the title described, quiet confessions between Gene and reader. Sympathy for the Enemy, Gene x oc - oc struggles with hating the enemy, especially when some of them are just boys. Gene comforts her when the inevitable happens. Vocal Gene x reader smut- Requested by a reader! Gene is obsessed with you and expresses this through being vocal in the bedroom… Friends to Lovers, Eugene x reader smut - you and Gene are friends for the longest time until one night that changes with a steamy exchange whilst walking home…

Gene x reader headcanons - just some headcanons on how your friendship turns into a relationship throughout the time during the war you spend together.

Gene and Liebgott Headcannons - when they think they’ve lost you for good but then you reunite with them days later, worse for wear.

Floyd Talbert:

Floyd x reader smut - Floyd and your tension reaches a boiling point after two years together. Liebgott x reader x Talbert smut - threesome.

Liebgott x reader x Talbert smut p2. - threesome continued!

Talbert + Christenson headcanons.

James ‘Moe’ Alley:

Alley x oc was nurse! Jenny. Headcanons of their developing relationship throughout the war.

part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5.

Skip Muck:

Skip x reader - mutual pinining - friends to lovers arc. Lewis Nixon:

One night stand, Nixon X Reader - after a long night of boozing you and Captain Nixon wake up besides each other, shocked by your actions of the night before.

Chuck Grant:

Chuck x nurse reader headcanons.

Chuck Grant x reader smut.

Alton More:

More x nurse reader headcanons. Shifty Powers:

Joe x reader x Shifty - a request for how Joe would react to being in love with you but you’re with Shifty. Pat Christenson:

Christenson x reader fluff - pat comforts you after Grant is wounded. Christenson + Talbert headcanons.

Dick Winters:

Dick x reader headcanons - on how Dick steals Sobel’s gf.

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