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Darrell (Shifty) Powers

Men of Easy company: Speirs | Lipton | Winters | Nixon | Roe | Shifty | Webster | Liebgott  | -

Band of Brothers (2001)

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rarepair polls semifinals

learn how to steal this poll

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/66563251

Relationship: Donald Malarkey/Alton More

Summary:From the dusty training grounds of Toccoa to the battlefields of Europe, friendship slowly blooms into something deeper between two paratroopers who never expected to find love in the midst of war.

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Snafu sketches 🪖

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Albert Blithe → Requested by seven-lilies

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/66449338

Pairing: Donald Malarkey/Alton More

Summary: Don and Al after the war, in Astoria, Oregon.

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For the 81st anniversary of D-Day, I wanted to share an answer from my last English exam. Because I was the only one in my class who wrote an own example.

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My parents 🥀

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hiiiiii blithe

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That boy from 1st Platoon... you know, the one who's always staring at the sun.

Hozier - First Light

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Overprotective Captain (Ronald Speirs x Male!Reader)

Requested by: @jussipogideonlaufeyson

Summary: You get shot in the arm while taking over German guns. Let's just say, Speirs is a bit overprotective.

Author's Note: This is my first time writing for a male reader so tell me please how I did. Hope you enjoy, let me know if you wanna be tagged in these.

Taglist: @alienoresimagines @teenmagazines @meteora-fc @eugenesmorphine @band-of-brothers-cz @real-fans @not-john-watsons-blog @tealaquinn @ok-roemanov @mrseasycompany @punkgeekchic @wexhappyxfew @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @rayofshanshine @mavysnavy @easynix @stressedinadress @georgeluzwarmhugs @easy-company-tradition @immrsronaldspeirs @snafus-peckuh @curraheewestandalone @warrior-healer @justamadgirlinabox  

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"With such a hell in your heart and your head, how can you live? How can you love?" - F. Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

Normandy, 1944

Y/N thought it would never happen to him.

Then it changed into 'it will happen to me'. 

But what he didn't expect was for it to happen so quickly. 

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The order was clear - take over the German guns near Brecourt Manor so their fellow Marines can be relieved from the slaughter at Utah Beach.

Y/N trusted his leader Winters completely, he'd follow him everywhere, to hell even. But there was this unpleasant feeling in his chest that he had to look out for a certain D Company leader every other minute to make sure he's safe and sound. Luz along with Joe noticed his nervous behaviour and teased him for it so he was now a blushing mess with a M1 in his hands.

Easy Company was about to move out to their mission when he caught a glimpse of the ruggedly handsome and brave soldier. Ronald Speirs was in all his glory nonchalantly smoking his Lucky Strike while his rifle was resting on his arm. He looked so calm and serene that it almost seemed impossible to Y/N to be in such a state in the war, for his hands were trembling like some old man's.

Of course, Y/N was afraid of combat, of shells, of bullets but what made his heart beat faster and his mind twist was the possibility of Speirs getting hurt. His soul wasn't able to reconcile with this dangerous thought that didn't want to leave him and seemed to occupy his head for a long time.

For a moment, their eyes met. Ron gave him a firm nod. Y/N sent him a reassuring smile. Without words, they expressed their undying love, comprehension and support in just one look.

The butt of Speirs' cigarette fell on the ground as the soldier stepped on it. Y/N fought an immense urge to run to his Airborne officer and hold him dearly and tightly in his arms. Instead, he turned away from him without any other glance.

Because if Y/N looked at Ron any longer, he wouldn't be able to let him go.

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The unspeakable pain pulsed through his left arm, from his cold fingers to his shoulder, as he groaned in agony. Y/N knew Doc isn't around any near and there wasn't definitely time for bandaging the wound. He somehow managed to climbed out of the trench and crawl over to the rear. 

When Y/N finally found Winters shouting some orders, he didn't even get to speak.

"Get your ass over to the aid station, Y/N!" Ronald Speirs' voice was firm although the nervousness, a fear almost, was audible for every soldier that was near them. The officer didn't even call him by his rank and last name or 'trooper' as he often enjoyed and that raised a lot of question marks in the eyes of their fellow paratroopers.

But Speirs didn't seem to care about all that. His eyes were fixated on Y/N's and his blood as he made a few steps toward his other half.

Ronald Speirs knew it wasn't a fatal wound, actually it was far from it, but he was terrified to death. He hadn't endured such emotion before, this was completely new to him - his heart pounding in his ears, his hands trembling while holding his dear M1 and his mind imaginating the worst scenarios.

"Just relax. It's not that bad, Ron. Doc will patch me up later." Y/N tried to reassure him and show him how unnecessary this fuss is. 

But none of that mattered to the officer. "Stop being a fucking hero. I can't have you bleeding out here."

Y/N, as inappropriate as it sounds, blushed a little at his comment - this man right in front of him, the mysterious and dangerous officer of Dog Company was completely, from head to toe, in love with him, Y/N Y/L/N. 

"I'm needed here and I shall stay here." Y/N stood behind his words as it hurt him to say them to his soulmate. 

"I've lost many good men during this day. I can't afford losing my love too!" Speirs almost shouted as he was looking directly in Y/N's eyes. At this time, even though the last bits of the assault were happening, soldiers were glancing from Ron to Y/N trying to comprehend the whole situation.

The secret was out. After two long years of hiding, short glances and light touches, the world finally heard about the forbidden love the two young souls were treasuring in their hearts.

"Don't want to interrupt," Dick Winters' voice broke the tension, "but your boyfriend here is right. Get back to the aid station, private Y/L/N. The wound is not deep but we don't want to have it infected now, right?" 

Ron gave him his 'I told you so' look but a slight smirk was shining on his face. To him, it felt like a huge burden was finally taken off his heart.

"Yes sir." Y/N replied to Winters' question but his eyes were still fixated on the Dog Company officer. 

"Good," Dick nodded in satisfaction, "we'll talk about this whole thing going on between you two later."

"Yes sir."

"Oh and Y/N? Congratulation."

And their hearts exploded with happiness and love that painted the sky in all the colours the world has to offer.

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"They fall like shadows through the night,

No glory in their silent flight.

Their silk unfolds like ghostly bloom,

Above a world that waits in gloom.

A final glance, a whispered name,

Then wind and dark erase the same.

They do not crash, they dive with grace —

And carry courage none can trace."

-written by me

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I love ur poly hcs sm 💞 could I req some more? Specially with speirton, baberoe and randlemartin ☺️☺️

thank you.😊 here are hcs for all three:

tw// adult content, sexual content, poly

Speirton x reader

Lipton worries about everything and everyone even if he won’t voice it out loud. He will go with you and Ron to all medical and dental appointments, and will be the one to ask questions and voice concerns to the practitioners. Never mind that a grown man is hovering over either of you and assuming the role of a worried mother.

Speirs’ office is immaculate. Mahogany wood furniture, leather and dark stain, a marble and cast iron fireplace that had a mantel graced with the finest cigars and liquor. The majority of the decor has to do with his military achievements, and is primed to handle formal visitors if they need to visit his abode. But his favorite keepsake is right on his desk, a framed photo of you three smiling in Vienna, a memoir of an excursion he took you all on when he was promoted to captain.

Carwood’s office is similar to Ron’s, but has a more homely and inviting feel. You get to decorate the majority of it, and are the decoration itself. Bits and pieces of you are everywhere. Your giant dolls they both won for you at carnivals resting on the couch, string lights peeking to and fro at every corner, your paintings of Ron and Carwood along with yourself framed at odd places. He even has a soda bar near the balcony installed for you to quench your thirst.

It’s something for you to consider. Lipton does well at his office job, getting promoted quite rapidly, and Speirs has pledged his life to the army as an officer. They bring up the option for you to stay at home, considering your last panic attack at work had you stressing out due to your asshole boss. Financially, they both cover most of everything, anyway, and they hate seeing you dreading to get started for the day. Maybe you can pursue some of your other interests, even start a venture, and they have no problems assisting if you’re interested. They tell you to think about it.

Ron buys you a new car for one of your birthdays, the pick recommended by Lip, of course. Next thing you know, oops, accidental car sex. Good thing the seats are made of leather.

Ron sleeps completely naked at all times.

There’s something utterly sinful about the way Speirs doesn’t even touch the both of you, watching in silence as Lipton drives in and out of your writhing body, the haze of his cigarette clouding the dark. He directs the other man on what to do, on how to fuck you, feeding Carwood praises when he obeys. When he finally gets permission to come, you quickly meet your own release when Ron grabs the other man’s nape and brings him in for a carnal kiss that spoke of teeth and tongue.

Baberoe x reader

Babe sleeps naked with no blankets. Says the Louisiana weather already acts like a blanket, and absolutely refuses to give a fuck about his nudity even if the windows are open.

Babe’s carpet matches the drapes, by the way. No brainer.

Both the men keep handguns in their nightstand. Said something about “taking no chances” when it comes to your safety. Okay?

They don’t eat meat on Fridays, keeping with their Catholic traditions. The fish fry game they have is ridiculous, you quickly learn. Every Friday, they prepare their own versions of the seafood meal; it’s a great time, sharing food with the neighbors and relaxing on the docks, sipping sweet tea to the sound of bullfrogs and crickets.

You guys visit Pennsylvania at least three times a year, making a trip out of visiting the Heffron family, Guarnere, Martin (he timed his visits to Bill to coincide with yours) and Toye. What a surprise to learn one year that Martin moved Randleman into his house, along with a little bird of their own. How curious.

Eugene is pretty quiet in bed, and not much of a talker, not that that's problem, especially when his low moans get you riled up plenty. Babe, though...He can get real nasty with it. Filthy. And this is the same man who attended Catholic school in his younger years. How naughty.

It's racy, but you love it. Heffron sometimes indulges you, much to Roe's exasperation, on their numerous sexual exploits during wartime. One time, Doc, as Babe called Eugene most of the time, had given him head that was "so fucking good" in a foxhole that he accidentally made "beached whale noises." The other grunts had stupidly thought they were being haunted by ghosts, and it wasn't as if Heffron could go around telling everyone that he was getting deepthroated instead and sorry for the false alarm. So it soon turned into a company lore, that the spirits of dead Germans were stalking them in the woods. Eugene almost denied Heffron dessert when the latter cheekily concluded that in order to keep up the pretense...Well, he needed Doc to help him come up with ghastly noises all throughout the campaign.

Randlemartin x reader

Sorry to Bull, but Johnny and you can't stop slapping his butt. His cheeks are so...big. And bouncy and juicy and just...there's a lot of meat; feeling the firm muscle and jiggling fat is too addictive. Bull never seems to throw a fuss. He's quite used to it, actually, and if both if you don't antagonize his ass, he knows something's wrong.

Johnny's smart. Ambitious. Bull says Johnny's the smartest person in the whole world, his chest puffing with pride when he tells other people, and Martin tries to wave it off. But you're quick enough to catch the flush that tinges his cheeks as he tries to change the subject to something else.

Money starts rolling in fast with the success of Johnny's construction business. It makes Randleman and you so proud of him. It makes him in turn treat you guys to nothing but the best, fancy cars, vacations, houses, even. You guys were with him the whole ride, and he's not one to easily forget those who supported him through the ups and the downs.

Even though Martin strikes it rich and is willing to provide for both you and Bull, the latter still chooses to work. Bull takes pride in his hands, his knowledge of tractors and also construction. And he wants to take care of you and Johnny in his own way.

You're beyond pampered. Bull soon finds success in the construction industry, just like Johnny, and they spoil you rotten. You still refuse to let anyone else but yourself cook for them, though.

You kiss them both every morning before they go to work and when they come back. Johnny likes doing that, too, but may use a little too much tongue, a little too much of his hands on Bull's crotch, to be appropriate as quick greetings.

You like sleeping in Bull's former work clothes, the cotton material soft and faded just right. You also like sleeping on one of his pecs, with Martin occupying the other one.

Johnny travels a lot for work, and you find that phone sex is a must when he does. Sometimes, you play with yourself and let him hear how close you are to coming. Sometimes, it's Bull on the phone, fisting his cock, getting Martin off to his guttural groans. Sometimes, the receiver's on the bed, capturing the nasty audio you and Randleman generate when he fucks you good and deep. Either way, Johnny always gets a show, and you both get one of your own when you finally hear him finding his own release, with you talking him through his high.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/64397059

Pairing: Lewis Nixon/Richard Winters/Eugene Roe

Summary:A sweet moment between Nix, Winters and Roe after WWII.

Tags: fluff, after war

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Lewis Nixon/Richard Winters/Eugene Roe

Summary:In the bitter winter of Bastogne, Captain Lewis Nixon and Major Richard Winters notice how exhausted their company’s combat medic, Eugene Roe, has become. Roe is always tending to others, but who looks after him? Amidst the relentless shelling, bloodied bandages, and frozen trenches, Nixon and Winters take it upon themselves to ensure their medic doesn’t fade away in the cold and chaos of war.

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For the HBO rarepair tournament

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