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she-wolf09231982 · 4 months

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Chapter 1- The Age of Chivalry

Summary: You're reassigned to Easy Company when one of their medics was injured pre D-Day. You expect some sass from the Company since you'll be the only female soldier in 100 miles but never expected for any of them to befriend you.

Author Note: Mature audience, Joe LiebgottxFemMedic, WW2, Character introduction, Pre D-Day, She/Her Pronouns, Y/N, L/N, Cursing/Swearing, Derogatory Slurs, Womanizing Comments, Military Terminology, Inappropriate Nicknames, Band of Brothers References, Mentions of Weaponry, Smoking, Story takes place Episode 1- Currahee

*These stories may not fall entirely in accordance with the TV series timeline. I do not know the real soldiers the actors portray in this series, so please understand I show no disrespect. Some or most of historical events and character interactions in my fanfics are fabricated purely for the sake of the enjoyment of fiction*

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October 1943

It was never a good idea to mix a single female with a Company of deprived men in the Army...but here you are. You found out you were assigned to Easy Company 2nd Battalion 101st Airborne Division in Fall 1943 when they lost one of their medics to an injury. Although you trained separately from the males at Toccoa in the Divisional medical unit and were one of very few females allowed to work alongside men, you got along quite well with most of the guys. You held your own never asking for special treatment or never played the ‘damsel in distress’ card, so Easy Company learned rather quickly that you can keep up.

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You remember the day you arrived at Aldbourne, England to make contact with the boys of Easy Company. With your reassignment order in hand, you approach a group of soldiers sitting at a picnic bench outside a building. All of them looking a bit rough, but nonetheless smoking and joking with eachother. They take a pause as they notice you approaching them. Some of them sizing you up and down as you carry your duffel full of medical supplies and wearing fatigues that have yet to see the battlefields like theirs have.

“Hey, you lost there, lady?” Private Roy Cobb called out to you, sizing you up again as you continued to walk towards them without faltering.

You shoot the mouthy Private a look of disdain before responding.

“I’m looking for Corporal Roe. I was told to make contact with him as soon I arrived.” You speak to the group as a whole.

They all exchanged looks and a few whispers.

Corporal George Luz stood up.

“Why, I’m Eugene Roe. But around here they call me, ‘Doc.’” He declared confidently with a cocky grin.

The others started to snicker. One laid a heavy pat on his shoulder showing his appreciation of the joke.

You rolled your eyes, releasing an exasperated sigh.

Sergeant Denver Randleman stood from the bench, then walked towards you pushing Luz aside shaking his head as he passed him. He was a larger man. Like a bear. Never removing the cigar hanging out of the corner of his mouth as he spoke to you.

“He’s across the way this way, I’ll take ya to him.” He said, motioning you along in the opposite direction.

“Thank you, Sergeant.” You reply.

“No problem. And it’s just ‘Bull,’ ma’am.” He said politely in his thick Southern accent as he passed you leading the way.

You turn on your heel and proceed to follow Bull, ignoring the distant whistles you heard from some of the men you just met behind you.

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“I hope the guys haven’t given you too much trouble so far?” stated the actual Eugene ‘Doc’ Roe when you crossed into the designated aid station.

“Nothing I haven’t dealt with before, Doc.” You say with conviction.

Bull chuckled, finding your response amusing.

“Yeah, I bet.” Doc replied before continuing.

“Well, let’s get you in processed here, and squared away. Thanks for bringing her here, Bull. I’m sure those other idiots would’ve just sent her to their barracks.” he said with a roll of his eyes.

Bull nodded with a small wave.

“See you at chow, L/N.” Bull called back to you before he left.

When Bull returned to where the others were still gathered, they bombarded him with questions.

“Did you catch her name??” Sergeant (Sgt) Don Malarkey prodded.

“-is she coming to Easy Company??” Sgt Bill Guarnere interrupted before Bull could answer.

“-did she say anything about me?” Luz questioned.

As the interrogation got heavier, he threw his hands up and removed the cigar from his mouth.

“GUYS!! Take it easy, will ya? You’ll see her later at chow, just don’t attack her with all of these questions right away, k? We don’t want to scare her off now, do we?” He explained as he replaced his cigar and walked away.

They all swapped looks of excitement.

“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m going to have me a shower before dinner this evening.” Corporal Joe Liebgott stated while flicking his cigarette butt, rising from the picnic bench, shouldering his rifle.

“Ok, Liebgott, like you have a shot.” Malarkey teased.

Liebgott turned to him.

“Oh contrare, I feel you underestimate me, Don.” He shot back at Malarkey while walking backwards, then turning back around.

The group scoffed at him collectively.

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You got to chow early before any of the other men started to show up. You tucked yourself way in the back at a long table in the corner. You made sure to keep your head down, hanging over a tray trying to swallow some of the Army’s finest slop.

“Should’ve just stuck to a dinner roll with margarine.” You whispered to yourself as you grimaced from the last mouthful of mystery meat from your plate.

“Not exactly a high-end dish from The Ritz, now, is it?” Sgt Carwood Lipton joked as he sat down across from you with his own serving of slop.

“Yeah, not quite.” You respond while poking at a hard, clay-like mound on your plate that was supposed to be mashed potatoes.

“You’ll get used to it.” Bull stated as he sat next to you with his tray.

You ‘psh-ed’ at Bull’s statement.

“I highly doubt that. But I’ll make do.” You convinced yourself. “Surprisingly not the worst food I’ve had.” You added.

“Really, there’s something out there worse than this?” Lipton asked astonished as he stirred his cold soup that looked like ketchup and water.

“Oh yeah! Pixley and Ehler’s Diner on Clark Street in Chicago has some questionable selections.” You explained.

“Is that where you’re from?” Corporal Frank Perconte queried as he sat next to Lipton.

“I am.” You replied with pride.

“You Italian then?” Guarnere asked, inviting himself to the conversation, sitting next to Perconte.

“Italian and Irish.” You clarified.

“Ssshh, a goddam Mick-Deigo.” Guarnere sneered crinkling his nose in disgust.

“Leave’er alone, Gonorrhea.” Liebgott interjected sitting next to Bull.

“I’m guessing you're Italian?” You directed at Guarnere.

“Sicilian, actually.” He retorted.

“Hm, you know that Sicilians aren’t real Italians, right? Sicily is just like Australia. All the criminals of Britain were shipped there to be ostracized from the mainland. Sicily is just an island of Italy’s delinquents.” You taunted.

The others “ooooo-ed” in unison. Even Perconte who was the other Italian of Easy company.

“She got you there, Guarnere.” Bull teased.

Everyone laughed. Except Guarnere.

“You think you’re funny?” Guarnere challenged.

You sighed and looked at him deadpan in the face without an ounce of fear to show.

“Come on, Guarnere, she was only dishing out what you gave her.” Perconte defended.

“Shut your trap, Perconte, you should be on my side!” he said slamming a fist onto the surface of the table then pointing at him.

The rest of the table filled up with remaining members of Easy Company that could fit that wanted to see the fight unfold.

You folded your arms in front of you on top of the table and leaned forward, making sure you got Guarnere’s attention, then spoke with distinct fire in your voice.

“You think I’m some dame just showing up here straight out of basic training not knowing how to handle myself with soldiers? I’ve been whistled at, barked at, howled at, catcalled, pinched, ass slapped, and manhandled by the worst of them, pal. You labeling me because of my heritage ain’t gonna do shit to me. But I’ll be damned you disrespect me like I haven’t earned the right to be respected. Just remember, I’m the one that’s going to be tending to you if you get shot in the field, sergeant.”

You glare at him, then rise harshly from your seat, leaving the rest of the table in a state of awe and shock.

“Good job, Gonorrhea. You pissed her off now.” Liebgott pointed out with an audible tsk.

“Fuck her.” Guarnere spit back.

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As soon as you left the chow hall, you found a spot out of sight to catch your breath and slow your heart rate. You leaned against a post looking up towards the night sky taking deep controlled breaths.

“Corporal L/N?” You’re startled by the voice of Lieutenant (LT) Richard Winters. You snap to attention ready to render a salute, but he waves you down.

“As you were. Are you alright?” He asked as you relaxed your stance.

“Yessir, just getting some fresh air.” You reassured.

He looked at you with skepticism, not believing you were telling him the entire truth.

You continued.

“A room full of men who haven’t showered in a few days can make a gal lightheaded.” You joked.

The corner of LT Winters’ mouth started to curl into a slight grin, trying his best not to laugh outloud at your quick wit.

“I see, L/N. Well rest up, we’ll need you to be ready when we move out for the next mission.” He explained.

“Yes, sir. Have a good night.” You replied.

Winters gave a nod and entered the chow hall.

LT Winters bee lined for his company’s table. His men all greeted him cheerfully as he approached the table.

“Lieutenant, got a seat open right here.” Bull called out, gesturing to your vacant spot.

“No thanks, Bull, I’ve eaten already.” Winters responded. He paused before he continued.

“Just ran into Corporal L/N on the way in-” He paused again to assess the men’s reaction.

Some continued eating, pretending like they hadn’t really heard. Lipton, Bull and Liebgott looked up at Winters waiting for him to continue.

“She seemed somewhat troubled.” Winters finished. He waited for anyone to speak up, looking at the group expectantly.

“Maybe her panties got all up in a twist, sir.” Guarnere offered up sarcastically.

Some of the men chortled in response.

Winters, Bull, Lipton, and Liebgott weren’t amused.

“Well, she only said a room full of foul-smelling males made her dizzy and she needed fresh air.” Winters relayed, while looking at Guarnere suspiciously.

The men all started to smell their armpits self-consciously.

“Corporal Liebgott.” Winters called out.

“Sir?”

“Get out there and escort L/N to her tent.” Winters instructed.

“Yes, sir.” Liebgott acknowledged.

“L/N will not walk around alone at night, gentlemen. I don’t care who goes with her, but make sure she always has a battle buddy in the hours of darkness. Tracking?” Winters asked, raising his voice authoritatively.

The table responded “yes, sir” simultaneously.

Liebgott rushed out excitedly and hustled down the street to catch you before you got too far.

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You were aways a bit ahead before Liebgott found you.

“Hey, L/N! Wait up!” He called after you.

You turned around looking for the voice calling your name.

You stopped walking, waiting for Liebgott trotting over to catch up to you.

“Can I help you?” You asked with a little more harshness in your voice than you intended.

“As a matter of fact, I’m here to help you. I have the honor of accompanying you to your barracks.” He responded with enthusiasm and a smile.

You were taken aback. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Oh?” You questioned before continuing. “That’s quite unexpectedly chivalrous of you.”

“Well, you have Winters to thank for that, it was his idea.” He responded quite bluntly.

You rolled your eyes.

“Hm, I see.” You reply briskly.

Liebgott realized he sounded like an asshole right then.

“Of course, if you approve, I’ll appoint myself your permanent battle buddy from now on.” He extended with his signature smirk as you resumed walking together.

You felt your face heat up. You averted your eyes to the ground so he wouldn’t see you blush. But Joseph Liebgott doesn’t miss a thing. He grinned wider.

“If those are the LT’s orders, then have at it, Liebgott.” You replied coldly.

“Nah, that last part was my idea.” He stated proudly.

You shot him a confused expression, then he winked at you.

You laughed nervously, looking away quickly to break the awkwardness you felt in the pit of your stomach.

He smiled at you affectionately.

“And call me Joe.” He added.

“Y/N.” You reply looking up at him through your lashes.

“Look, sorry if I’m making it weird. And don’t listen to Gonorrhea. He’s just a jackass with a height deficiency. The kid always has some stupid shit to say.” He explained.

You nod trying to suppress a giggle.

“This is me.” You announce as you approach the entrance to your sleeping quarters. You turn to face Joe. “Thank you for the chat, and the company, Liebgott…I mean Joe.” You say dotingly.

“Forget it. So?” He asked.

You were genuinely confused.

“Sooo?” You reply.

“Am I your permanent evening escort?” he asked with a grin and a wink.

This time you laugh outwardly at his attempt at a flirty sexual inuendo.

“If by ‘evening escort’ you mean my nightly walk to and from one location to another, I’d have to say....I’ll think about it.” You respond flirtatiously with a wink in return.

His face lit up.

“Well alright then. We’ll take another test run tomorrow night.” He proposed.

You shook your head smiling, astounded by the level of confidence this man had.

“Good night, Joe.” You finalized as you disappear beyond the threshold of the tent entrance.

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cody-helix02 · 10 months

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I love these wonky fast sketches I did of the bois...uuurgh

#band of brothers #easy company #band of brothers fanart #sketch dump #pencil sketches #ed tipper #george luz #roy cobb #floyd talbert #hot roy summer #hehe #*gremlin noises*

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softguarnere · 8 months

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Just now realizing that in "The Last Patrol" Cobb and Martin ask George for 15 chocolate bars and that 15 is also the number of men who are supposed to cross the river

#jk jk lol #it is a hell of a coincidence though #band of brothers #george luz #johnny martin #roy cobb

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hbowardaily · 2 years

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Light, I need some light, give me some light. All right, look at the flame, Jackson.

#bobedit #bandofbrothersedit #hbowaredit #perioddramaedit #band of brothers #eugene roe #eugene jackson #skinny sisk #david webster #roy cobb #ep: the last patrol #gifs #*ouredit #by amber

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bobparkhurst · 1 year

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Watch and learn, kids. Wanna live? Jump ready to fight.

#roy cobb #band of brothers #derry: gifs #hot roy summer #antonio garcia #james miller

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meyyii · 6 months

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cobb needs a good cry because that man is always beefin for no goddamn reason

#band of brothers #roy cobb

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almost-a-class-act · 10 months

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choosing violence 1 and 8

The character everyone gets wrong:

Well, it's Hot Roy Summer, so I would be remiss if I didn't talk about Roy Cobb. I would love it if everyone would stop making him a misogynist villain-type who is terrible for no reason in their OC stories. I get the instinct but I think Hanks did this man dirty. Did y'all know that real-life Cobb had been in the army since 1933 and fought in North Africa before he joined the paratroops? On his way home his troop ship was torpedoed but he survived and still went on to put his hand up for the ETO. Genuinely so much more interesting than this guy is a dick for no discernible reason. When he got hit in the plane over Normandy, it's because he switched seats with Luz, who had asked him to switch because he was paranoid about getting hit in the plane. Webster also described him in his book as good-natured. What the fuck, Hanks.

I'll shill for show!Cobb, too. He's obviously super emotionally affected after Market Garden in that scene in the truck with Ramirez(?) and of course, after the patrol in Haguenau. Cobb would've been thirty years old at that point, so imagine you have a bunch of young guys - kids - joining up at your career job and keep getting themselves killed over and over and there's nothing you can do about it. Fucking grim, man.

It's not an excuse but at least it's an explanation for why he's a jerk to those replacements in the bar (see also: the fact that he was wounded in the plane over Normandy and didn't get to jump, the culmination of two years of hard work out the window, for the rest of his life the Guy Who Didn't Fight On D-Day - a part of him feeling like he has to do something to separate himself from these replacements, these other guys who didn't fight). His buddy Hoobler gets it in the Ardennes and then Web skips blithely up, having missed the worst part of the war, and asks about him. Of course he's pissed (notably, so are the other guys). My guy Roy is having a nightmarishly long, brutal, no good very bad war and he's in a shitty mood about it. I would be! I think everyone should consider cutting him some damn slack.

Common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about:

I think Basilone is more interesting than people give him credit for. I know but hear me out. The next time you watch the Pacific, watch his scenes as if you were going to write a character meta about him. I did this a little while ago because I wanted to write more postwar Lena fic and you can't write postwar Lena without acknowledging John and his absence. Yes, he's Tom Hanks' war hero fantasy character but there is substance there. I think the sections where he's training his marines later on in the series are particularly good.

Thanks for the ask, you're a star.

From this post.

#asks #hot roy summer #roy cobb #band of brothers #the pacific

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hesbuckcompton-baby · 7 months

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Band of Brothers - The Terror AU, Continued

A continuation of this post

Tagging people who were interested in this - if you want to be added or removed just let me know!

@fearlessjones @kaikai1324 @antoniaminor @runn0ft

Denver 'Bull' Randleman and John Martin serve as Ice Masters on the HMS Erebus and Terror respectively. They are both experienced, having been on multiple Arctic expeditions before, often alongside each other, and as a result are held in high esteem by the rest of the crew. The pair trust each other more than they will ever trust a commander, as only they fully understand how dangerous the ice can be. Martin holds the ear of Captain Winters, who faithfully follows his advice. In contrast, Randleman finds Captain Sobel to be often dismissive of his knowledge. Still, he finds an eager audience in young Royal Marine Privates Garcia, Miller, and Hashey, who are all experiencing their first Naval posting and have never seen how badly an expedition such as this can turn.

Aboard the Terror, the Royal Marines are commanded by Sergeant Bill Guarnere, who - alongside Corporal Chuck Grant and Private Edward Heffron - keeps largely to himself. The Marines are somewhat isolated from the rest of the crew, as they are the only men on board permitted to arm themselves, and lack the naval experience boasted of by the others. However, as it becomes more and more evident that the Terror and Erebus will not be unstuck from the ice any time soon, with more and more men lost to the mysterious Tuunbaq with each passing day, the marines find themselves thrust into the limelight by the rest of the crew, who view them as key to their survival.

On the HMS Erebus, Sergeant Darrell Powers and Corporal Donald Hoobler find their loyalty to their commanders jeopardised as their chances of salvation grow ever slimmer. Shifty struggles to come to terms with his shifting allegiances as Sobel's ineffective leadership and Nixon's declining health put them at a disadvantage, and the Royal Marines begin to ally themselves across the two ships, both bringing together the crews and setting them further apart than ever before.

Roy Cobb does not believe in his leaders. He is here because he had no option, driven by a lack of wealth and education - caulking was never supposed to be his life's work, and he won't pretend to be happy about his position. When the crew find themselves stranded in the ice, he grows ever more bitter at the state of affairs, and as the rest of the crew begin to realise the severity of their situation, people begin to listen to Cobb's complaints - they let him speak his discontent where they once dismissed it with a roll of the eyes. He finds himself holding more influence than he has ever had before, and will use this newfound power to his advantage no matter what damage it could do to others.

Other crewmates:

Robert 'Popeye' Wynn - Boatswain, HMS Terror

Floyd Talbert - Carpenter, HMS Terror

Donald Malarkey - Engineer, HMS Terror

Pat Christenson - Quartermaster, HMS Terror

Frank Perconte - Blacksmith, HMS Terror

Joe Toye - Leading Stoker, HMS Terror

Alex Penkala - Ship's Cook, HMS Terror

Albert Blithe - Seaman, HMS Terror - Found infirm and returned to England from the Whalefish Islands

John Hall -Seaman, HMS Terror - One of the sailors who died and was buried on Beechey Island on the way to the Passage

Ralph Spina - Head surgeon, HMS Erebus

Warren 'Skip' Muck - Carpenter, HMS Erebus

Joseph Liebgott - Engineer, HMS Erebus

Walter 'Smokey' Gordon - Caulker, HMS Erebus

George Luz - Leading Stoker, HMS Erebus

(When assigning characters' roles among each ship, I tried to consider the pre- and post-war professions of the real-life veterans, applying these skills as best I could to the positions aboard each ship - for example, Alex Penakala worked as a cook before the war, and Joe Toye worked in a coal mine, hence his position stoking the steam engines.)

#bob terror au #band of brothers #the terror #the terror amc #bull randleman #johnny martin #antonio garcia #james miller #lester hashey #bill guarnere #chuck grant #babe heffron #shifty powers #don hoobler #roy cobb #easy company

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singsadshantiesformyships · 7 months

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A list of my gay OTPs

A.K.A I get irritated if they are shipped with anyone else.

.... I have a problem

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sortofanobsession · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday 2

Ted Lasso (mainly Roy.Jamie) AU

The constant noise from the room above is driving Roy up the wall. He knows he isn't supposed to leave his bubble. Between the fucking mess with his personal life and his professional one. This little annoyance was threatening to break his sanity. But he might genuinely lose his shit if it doesn't stop. He shouldn't be surprised to find it's one of the teams he's there to cover.

“Heads up!” He hears and he reacts on instinct. You can take the man off the pitch but can you really take the pitch out the man? He knocks it with a header, it bounces off the wall and he catches it. He growls as cheers erupt from the group of players.

“He's here, he's there, he's every fucking where,” a few chant. “Roy fucking Kent!”

“Not bad, for a grandad,” a player that Roy easily recognizes as Jamie Tartt says. Fucking Jamie Tartt. He was exactly the type of player that got on Roy's nerves on and off the pitch. Yeah, he was done.

“You fucking pricks know people actually have fucking shit to do and don't want to fucking hear your fucking childish behavior. It a fucking hotel, not the bloody pitch.” Roy growls, as he sends the ball forcefully back at Jamie. Jamie, being Jamie, sends it right back at the irate former midfielder. Roy catches it with a growl again. He was done playing. He had slept like shit because Phoebe had called him saying she missed him and it had killed him that he's stuck so far away because of this stupid job. Why had he agreed to do a fucking job that would require him to be stuck in a fucking hotel for this fucking long. He wasn't even that far from home. It was infuriating being less than an hour from home. So close that he could easily go see his niece, but he wasn't fucking allowed. Stupid fucking quarantine. She was in his fucking bubble as they fucking called it. He was her fucking guardian. He was so fucking annoyed. And this fucking muppet wanted to play games.

“Fucking muppet,” Roy grumbles, but he gets an idea that should get his point across. He pulls the Swiss army knife he'd gotten years ago from a sponsor. He stabs the ball, ignoring shouts of protests from the players, except Jamie who has an amused smirk on his face. “Next time it won't be the fucking ball!” Roy shouts as he heads back to the stairs, letting the ball fall as he goes.

Jamie Tartt chuckles as he picks up the deflated ball from the floor where Roy fucking Kent had let it fall.

“He's here, he's there, he's every fucking where,” Jamie says, his tone filled with amusement. He holds up to the others. “He's Roy fucking Kent.”

“What a fucking prick,” one of the others says.

“Yeah,” Jamie grins. “Bit fucking hot, innit?”

It earns him a few groans and one of his mates shoves his shoulder.

“Fuck off,” the player says.

“You're mental, Tartt,” another says. “Kent’s gonna headbutt you next time.”

“Or make good on that threat,” his mate gestures to the ball.

“Well, wouldn't expect less from Roy fucking Kent.”

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This story took on a wild life of its own.

Went from OTP into OT3 but not like too much.

#wip wednesday #the bubble au #roy kent is carol cobb like #jamie tartt is zaki

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cody-helix02 · 8 months

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I am absolutly over this sketch I did of Cobb...he just looks so fuckin adorable 😩 I hope I can keep that fuckin essence omg

#i want to pinch his cheeks #he is so adorable #proportions who #it's a sketch so I don't care atm lol #band of brothers #easy company #Roy Cobb #sketch #hbo war #band of brothers fanart

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bitch-butter · 8 months

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tagged by @im-chinese-believe-it-or-not for the WIP game, and I'm just manic enough rn that I Will share

(excerpt from pretty on the inside (pretty from the back) (au!web's grimdark origin story) below feat. my Contribution to Hot Roy Summer, ambiguously motivated sw, and implied sexual content).

thank you for the tag ~

tagging: @airsignss (post a letter from the alphabet postaletterfromTheAlphabet)

That got him through his first month of summer in Cambridge, providing nighttime distractions to the guys who didn’t go home for break, for the friends of those guys in Boston, for the friends of those friends and the acquaintances of those others. But it wasn’t until he fucked Roy Cobb that it was ever suggested he make a website to advertise his services.

“If you Harvard brats were as smart as you say you are you’d be doing more than getting passed around the same group of assholes all summer,” the other man had said, pulling up his sweatpants as David watched him with a raised brow, skin cooling down from its violent flush and ass as raw as ever. Cobb wasn’t a student at Harvard, but he knew guys who were, and as such knew that for the right price he could get David to come out to this moderately priced hotel room for a whirlwind Saturday night fuckfest. David had never been a working man himself, but he understood these were the kind of weekend getaways that needed actual saving up for, and as such he was obliged to let Cobb speak to him however he liked. Even if the guy hadn’t proved to be the most long lasting screw he’d ever had.

“Is that so?” he’d drawled, wishing absently for a cigarette.

Cobb perched a pair of Unabomber-esque reading glasses over the bridge of his nose as he sat against the edge of the bed. “Do you want to be a big fish in a small pond?”

David smirked, easing himself across the mattress until he could lay his head against the other man’s clothed thigh. “What kind of fish do you want me to be?” he asked coyly, gazing up at the unamused man with lidded eyes.

“You’re worth more than $500 bucks a pop,” Cobb answered, undeterred by David’s antics, even as he reached to comb a hand through his mussed curls. “And I think you know it.”

Humming, David moved into the touch. “Even if I was, I don’t think I’m going to do much better than that given the current state of my clientele being college boys eating off daddy’s money.”

“That’s what I’m saying,” Cobb said irritably, giving his hair a tug. “Do you know The Social Network?”

Rolling his eyes, David huffed. “I’m familiar with the work of David Fincher, yes.”

“Well, you know in that movie when they move Facebook to Stanford?” he prompted annoyingly, as though David hadn’t been made to watch the fucking movie by everyone he’d come across in the last few years who knew he was bound for Harvard. “That’s because they wanted to be seen by the right people.”

Breathing in a deep breath, David reached to brush an errant speck of dust from the other man’s cheek. “You’re saying I need to transfer to Stanford?”

“You need a website,” Cobb clarified, accepting the touch without a thought. “You should be seen by the right people.”

The laugh startled out of him as fast as anything, and he bent into it gratefully, finding it the most genuine expression he’d had in almost a month. “Oh, really?” he’d pressed, more curious than anything else at the way Cobb just looked unerringly down at him. “Are you going to make it for me?”

Cobb shrugged. “That’s what I do.”

“Really?”

“Development, design,” Cobb said easily, his face blank behind his glasses. “It’s my passion.”

David had been stunned by his generosity. “You’d do that for me?”

“Well,” he’d trailed off, using his grip on David’s hair to turn his face into the burgeoning bulge in his crotch. “For a price.”

It had ended up being a more productive weekend than he had expected, the two of them on the bed before Cobb’s laptop as he divulged more about his sexual proclivities than he’d ever shared with another person before. It would have honestly been halfway sexy if Cobb had not been as clinical with it as he would be speaking with any other potential client. By the end David had been presented with a discrete, classy looking interface describing him as every old, rich closet-case's wet dream, and after a quick hook-up with a reputable but moderately priced photographer he had a miniature faceless portfolio of risque pictures to match.

David had the sense of a door opening, but what was behind it was something he really couldn’t guess.

His first date with a man he officially considered to be a client had been with a man named Michael who ran a hedge fund. He had booked a room for them and paid for a long, long night with an envelope embossed with creamy, silvery initials stamped in the center. The sex itself was not anything particularly memorable, but David found the longer he did it the easier it became to do things he’d never done before, and for the very first time he’d been asked to get on top. Finding that he liked it just the same wasn’t even the wildest revelation of the night, as he found that Michael had perused his site carefully and had taken note of the things David would be willing to do, seeming to almost take it as a challenge to have him do nearly all of them.

If he hadn’t considered himself experienced before he certainly did in the light of the dawn: bruised, sore in good and bad ways, skin tacky with fluids. He had pressed his mouth to the seal on the envelope and thought of how his father would feel if he knew his son enjoyed being fucked, enjoyed being paid.

He had sat at the desk in the room after Michael had left and wrote it all down on the notepad beside the phone, the hotels seal a blue ribbon over his words, feeling relaxed, sated even if that had barely been the point.

#wip game #still Hot Roy Summer for a few weeks i'm just happy i got to be here for it #nothing but respect for MY president (roy cobb)#one day i'm going to give in and go full cobbweb and when i do i hope you all remember me as i was #this au is so fun i Apologize for all of it most ardently

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batfam/dc fic recs

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34594006/chapters/86113789 birdflash, batfam, yj & titans team, talon!dick keeps adopting people

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35671243/chapters/88939798 batfam, dick is taken by william cobb, good brother jason todd, pov jason & dick

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42905253/chapters/107791386 batfam, time travel, 15y/o and 20 y/o jason swap places, all the batkids (minus duke), discowing

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30951686/chapters/76441190#main batfam, jason is magically turned 15, jason & bruce, jason & dick

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21071939/chapters/50129498 batboys, birdflash, damijon, alt reality with no batman, villain au but not really, dick jason tim & dami centered (fav of mine)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40843479 minor birdflash, batfam, dick kills the joker in arkham, jason pov

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29812065 batfam, talon!dick saves robin!jason

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17024694/chapters/68542389?view_adult=true batfam, talon!dick, coffee shop au

https://archiveofourown.org/works/840565?view_adult=true birdflash, time travel shenanigans, wally time travels w/o warning all the time but always to a version of dick

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33840772 birdflash, talon dick grayson, young justice!dick, batbrothers tim and jason

https://archiveofourown.org/works/525987/chapters/931106 batfam, the team, birdflash, gotham academy, young justice!au

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15756108 batfam and bruce’s bathroom, superbat

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18329522/chapters/43390649 batfam, superbat, batkids calling bruce ‘dad’

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16599113 superbat, bruce gets turned into a kitten, clark takes him home

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14159745/chapters/32636481 jayroy, neighbors au, single parent roy, secret identity & miscommunication

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37824247/chapters/94444957 birdflash, white collar au, wally west is neal caffrey, dick is a little shit

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2724655 birdflash, white collar au, soulmate au, dick grayson is neal caffrey

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15919062 superbat, JL bbq and identity reveal

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2096913 birdflash + batfam stuff, no capes au

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20699210 birdflash, nightwing!dick & civilian!wally

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18942745 mini-robin being chaotic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17470007 birdflash, fix-it, soulmate au (bruises&scars)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45381850/chapters/114180319 talon!dick, young justice au, open ended (my fic 😅)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37157692 batfam & in-laws, birdflash jayroy timkon etc. (another one of my fics 👉👈)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37462546/chapters/93491716 robin!dick & harley quinn, yj!dick & hq show!harley, harlivy (last one i swear, aka it’s also mine)

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