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band of brothers: types of kisses hc

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

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[dick winters]

cautious kisses

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

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

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

dick is always very gentle and a little unsure at times

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

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

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

[lewis nixon]

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

so many morning kisses

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

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

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

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

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

lew does shockingly get a little shy sometimes about pda though

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

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

[carwood lipton]

carwood's speciality is definitely comforting kisses

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

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

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

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

constantly smiling in between kisses

he’s just that happy and loves you so much

but the comforting kisses & affection goes both ways

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

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

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

[ron speirs]

stolen kisses (haha)

even his kisses are stolen!

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

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

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

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

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

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

heavy on kisses instead of words

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

[don malarkey]

soooo many shy kisses

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

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

but he gets really shy around you, especially with kissing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[joe toye]

joe's kisses are always very intense

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

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

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

his passion definitely goes along with the intensity

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

tends to get vulnerable and emotional very easily

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

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

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

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

[george luz]

late night kisses are a staple for the two of you

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

the biggest sleepover vibes

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

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

you guys have a lot of late nights because of this

also do kisses for warmth and sharing body heat count?

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

oh my god, laughing in between kisses

sometimes he really can’t take himself that seriously

george is like don and gets very excited

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

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

cigarettes have nothing on you and your kisses!

[babe heffron]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[eugene roe]

tired kisses are a doc roe staple

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

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

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

forehead kisses too omg

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

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

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

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

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

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

[buck compton]

a lot of reassuring kisses

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[joe liebgott]

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

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

some very, very eager kisses

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

joe is a great multitasker!

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

(you did but...)

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

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

the men are very used to it by now

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

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

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

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

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

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

[david webster]

oh david is just so romantic

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

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

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

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

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

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

ofc he obliges and he is very good at it

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

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

[floyd talbert]

confident kisses

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

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

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

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

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

but that's more with relationship things

the kissing he has down pat for sure

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

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

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

[shifty powers]

shifty is the absolute king of gentle kisses

like so so shy

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

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

which you always reassure him that he won't

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bill guarnere]

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

absolutely wild

sometimes borderline unhinged

especially if he's been drinking or partying

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

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

bill is sporting a basically permanent smile while watching you

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

his kisses are encapsulating and very distracting

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

loves holding you and being the big spoon

and you love it too

it's soooo comforting

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

[chuck grant]

chuck strikes me as very confident, kind of like tab

he just wants to appreciate you!

and shower you with love

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

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

his kisses are always firm and secure

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

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

really enjoys holding your hand

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

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

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

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

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

he lovesss getting a reaction from you

[bellewintersroe]

Band of Brothers hc request where nurse!reader can’t sleep because of all the injuries piling up/feeling guilty about not doing more?

Thank you for the request anon! <3 mentions of grief, wounds, reader is overworked and ur man takes care of you, mainly fluff.

Easy Company x Nurse!Reader Headcanons

Eugene Roe:

I can imagine Gene’s on duty and he see’s you again, still working late into the night, despite him knowing you were on shift before 7am.

The long days were brutal, Eugene knew that. The urge to help out in anyway possible and feel guilt for resting was something he combatted heavily, especially throughout Bastogne.

But nobody can work effectively when they’re running off four hours sleep.

You and Eugene are close, you’re not in a relationship but there’s feelings there that probably go unspoken until the end of the war. So he feels comfortable enough to approach you.

When you accidentally knock into a tray of surgical and medical items and your breathing deeply, hands running over your forehead - he knows you’re too overworked.

“Y/n.” He steps closer. “Get off duty and go to bed.” Gene would borderline sass.

“I’m fine, Gene.” You’d shake him off, snapping from the irritability of exhaustion.

Gene would cover your hand before you had chance to tidy the tray of equipment you’d just messed up. Finally, you’d look at him now.

“Seriously, you ain’t gonna be anymore help running off no sleep.”

You’d feel a little guilty, knowing your tiredness was potentially messing things up, but you couldn’t give up.

“I can’t sleep, Gene, I feel too bad that I’ve got a warm bed and half these men are sleeping on the floor.” You’d finally admit.

“You gotta try, hm?” Ugh his voice would be so low gentle, he’s so careful not to alarm or engage anybody else in the conversation, and the way he’s holding your hand is distracting.

Anyway, he’s too convincing and soon he’s walking you back with a hand in yours, a little saddened by how clearly overworked you are.

“If anything happens you’ll come get me, right?” You’d worry and Gene would offer you a small smile. “Nothin’s gonna happen.”

But anyway he practically forces you to go to bed and by no surprise you’re passed out within minutes of hitting the pillow.

Gene probably comes back to check up on you a few hours later and he’s soo relieved that you’re fast asleep 🥹.

Ron Speirs:

This mf does not mess around, especially when it comes to you.

You and Ron are already in a relationship by the time you’re at Germany, you’re an amazing comfort to one another and Ron’s already thinking about popping the question by the time they get somewhere nicer.

Anyway, when you’re working tirelessly to take care of the poor victims of the camp, you don’t get back until early hours of the morning, eyes circled with dark bags, legs barely functioning.

The next morning Ron see’s you up early asf, so he asks around to see what time you were back last night. When you don’t return from the infirmary until super late the next day, he’s kinda annoyed.

Not annoyed at you really, he just worries for you.

“What time did you get back last night?” He calls you into his office and for a minute you’re actually intimidated by him, skskskksksle.

You’d attempt to lie that it wasn’t that bad but Speirs would just nod with a knowing expression on his face.

“You’re off duty tomorrow.” He’d simply say and your heart would plummet.

“Ron, no!” You’d immediately plead, the guilt building up.

“I can’t have an exhausted nurse running around, that’s no help to anybody.”

“Then do it for me, personally. I can’t sleep knowing all those people are still in there.”

Ron would inhale, feeling a little worried knowing why you’re feeling that way. He’d secretly inform you that you’re moving out tomorrow anyway, speaking so quietly.

Also secretly brings you up to his private room, the fact you have a night off together is overwhelmingly nice and if you can’t sleep Ron’s doing anything possible to help you.

Talking would be the first thing, you’d discuss everything. He’d 100% be cuddly asf after not being able to relax around you for a while, he’d offer you a massage and then if that didn’t work he’s tiring you out even more using other methods… do with that as you please.

Joe Liebgott:

I can deffo imagine him being a little wise ass about it at first. The two of you are close friends, wanting to be something more, and the way Joe expresses it is through teasing you.

Like you’re sitting on the edge of the nurses foxhole, just staring into blank space.

“Jesus, are ya even alive?” Waves in front of your face, half expecting you to crack a smile like you always do.

You’d probably mutter something back to him, snapping and blinking back down to your gloved hands. You’re just waiting for another cry out for help.

“God, you are cranky when you’re tired, huh?!” He watches you stand up with a sigh, glancing around the area to go check up on everyone.

“Where ya going?” He’s a little disappointed and confused, he saw you patrolling around only moments prior.

Anyway when you think of some excuse he’s pulling you back down into the foxhole, climbing in with you.

Kinda confronts you about how you haven’t been sleeping and practically wraps two of the spare blankets around you.

“Stay warm, okay? Talk to me, y/n/n, why can’t ya sleep?” He knows why you can’t sleep, but he’s so caring, even when he doesn’t mean to, Joe naturally falls into the role of sometimes nurturing other people. The perks of having younger siblings, huh?

When you’d explain that there’s too many wounded men back in town to even know where to start, and that you feel too guilty to sleep when all the others need checking up on out here he’s tutting and wrapping an arm around you.

“C’mere. How ya gonna treat anybody when you’re running off no sleep? You’ll get all jumpy and pass out- that’s the last we need, isn’t it, doll?”

“Yeah…”

“Try get some sleep, huh? I’ll stay, as long as nobody finds me here.” Technically being in a foxhole together wasn’t allowed, but the mutual comfort you gained from one another was unexplainable. Plus, Joe didn’t want you creeping up and sneaking away when you had to rest.

When you are asleep and he has to go, he presses the most gentle kiss to your temple, hesitantly climbing back out and telling all the men nearby to shut the hell up.

Bill Guarnere:

“Now when I heard about a lady out here refusin’ to get some shut eye, I didn’t realise it wa’ you.” Bill would smooth a hand up your back as you’d sigh, melting into his touch as he climbed onto the single bunk with you.

“They had to kick you outta’ the infirmary?” Bill doesn’t know if he’s impressed or concerned by your determination out here. Ever since landing you’ve been overwhelmingly busy, he’s glad to see you in bed. He’s not glad to see you awake, however.

“Pretty much.” You’d mutter, turning around to wrap an arm over his lap as he rested with his back against the headboard.

Bill would let you sink completely into his hold, hoping if anything the comfort of having one another would let you sleep.

Bill knows exactly why you can’t sleep, he knows you better than anybody, the guilt, the desperation to make sure everybody is okay. It doesn’t really need to be spoken about.

“Try get some sleep, yeah? I’ll stay as long as I can until those others get back, ok?”

Shifty Powers:

When he rolls over to you in the middle of the night and see’s you awake again he’s reaching over for you instantly.

“What’ya thinkin’ about, hm?” He’d mutter, gazing over your frustrated complexion.

“I should be down there.”

“Where?”

“At the infirmary.”

Now in Germany, it was more civilian injuries you were treating, especially when a building collapses and you’re absolutely swamped with causalities. After hours upon hours of being run off your feet you’re sent off duty, but your brain won’t shut off.

“Last I checked they had it under control.” Shifty would mutter, running a thumb over your creased brow until you relaxed. “If ya running around any longer you ain’t gonna be able to tomorrow.”

Ugh he’d be so soft and reassuring, there’s not a chance you’re leaving the bed however- he makes sure of that.

Dick Winters:

“Y/n, where are you going?” Dick has one eye open in his foxhole when he see’s you creeping past, arms huddled around your chest and scarf wrapped around your head.

Dammit, you thought he’d be asleep.

“Uh, just going to help out, Di- sir.” Although you had both been seeing one another, nothing had occurred out at war so it was extremely professional to maintain professionalism with one another.

“You’ve been there all day.” He’d sit up straighter, both your teeth chattering practically back to one another.

“I-I can’t sleep, sir. There’s so much to do.”

“If you don’t sleep you’ll be no help at all.” He’d remind, a very nice way of saying ‘get the hell back into your foxhole’.

“I know but. I can’t sleep. I feel too guilty.”

“Well we need a nurse out on these lines. Anybody needs you I’ll come get you, alright?” Dick is so understanding and makes you feel less guilty & more important at the same time. He’s so emotionally intelligent.

He walks you back to your foxhole, with a gentle squeeze of your hand he leaves you with a reminder that he’s still there.

He sure as hell isn’t waking you up however.

Babe Heffron:

“Hey get back into bed, would ya?” Babe would be on patrol and see you sneaking back to the aid station, walking alone through Haguenau.

He’d catch you red handed, sneaking over through the concealment of the darkness.

“And what’a’ya doin out here alone, huh?” He wouldn’t be happy, he practically had to force you to go to bed initially, and now you were sneaking out a mere 2 hours later.

“They need my help, Babe.”

“Did they tell ya that personally?” He gets kinda sassy ok, he’s a little annoyed cos he only wants the best for you, but the second he see’s you starting to get upset or blubbering he softens.

“Aw no, c’mere, I didn’t mean to upset ya!” Fuck patrolling, he’s pulling you aside and giving you a cuddle.

When you tell him what’s up he’s reminding you of every single accomplishment, big or small you’ve completed- and just how helpful you are and how everybody loves& appreciates you.

I think Babe is accidentally good with his words in certain situations, even if he’s a little flustered and worried for you, it’s his kindness and reassurance that has you eventually knocked out in bed again.

[bloodstainedsaint]

noises in the bedroom with ron, lew, lieb, luz, and shifty

word count: 770+

warnings: reader has female genitalia, degradation (only in ron's), praise, teasing, i call nixon a whore for the reader (it's true)

notes: i couldn't include babe in this one cause i just decided that i would write for him (and therefore i must do Research) but hope you guys enjoy anyway !!

ronald speirs

big on praise-degradation, like 50/50 on it

unless you managed to really set him off (ex; make him jealous on purpose, tease him, be a brat, etc.), then don't expect very many kind words

he can be so mean and unfair when he wants to, but by the end of it he’s worshiping you like you're a deity

he’ll call you a slut but his slut, yk?

could not care less about who hears — no one's gonna confront him about it anyway with his reputation, and they're definitely not coming up to you either since they know ron is going to be death glaring them the whole time

he groans and grunts huskily + openly and encourages you to not cover up/muffle your sounds with your hand

(quickies are, of course, the exception since that would be unsafe, and if higher-ups are around, obviously he's about to care; in any other situation though, no one is safe from hearing the two of you)

lewis nixon

somehow his moans are louder than yours???

LIKE that's not a bad thing, it just means he's enjoying it just as much as you but he's just so vocal about it, saying your name or princess, doll, sweetheart like his life depended on it

(he's such a whore for you, especially when he goes down on you. you're gonna be feeling the vibrations of his groans bc omg is he obsessed with eating you out…but that's another story)

this is mostly because he also does not care who hears (same exceptions as ron). i imagine dick having to come talk to you all flustered, his face matching his hair and his eyes cast to the ground, asking you guys to keep it down

…nixon definitely didn't get any play for two weeks after that

despite being the #1 slut for you, he still manages to tease you, saying things like, “tell me how bad you want it.” (as if he doesn't want it just as bad)

joseph liebgott

he's probably the biggest pottymouth out of the five

anything he does is followed up by a hoarse “fuck, doll” or “shit, (y/n)”

he's trying to cover up the fact that he's a bit of a whiner/panter

he’ll kiss marks onto and around your breasts to muffle the sound of his moans

definitely says “yeah, you like that?” or “that feel good, baby?” during foreplay, smirking down at you while you’re begging for more (he's a little cocky with it)

becomes soft during and afterwards; he's scared to be vulnerable but he can't help telling you how pretty you look, how good you feel, and how much he loves you

will probably confess some of these things in german so he's not as vulnerable, but you still get the gist either way (and if you do understand german, he's screwed)

george luz

honestly he's just kind of unserious, like this man is giggling he's so happy to be with you (and his laughter and smile are infectious so now you're laughing too and telling him to shut up)

he’ll praise you with jokes, telling you you're prettier than any pinup model

“rita doesn't have anything on you, beautiful.” cue you rolling your eyes with a smile and telling him he’s cheesy

he's a little bit of a cusser too (especially when you play with his hair), not to the level of lieb though

“damn, (y/n), i'm lucky you're all mine.”

eventually the jokes and goofiness dissolve into him straight up telling you how good you feel around him and that you're especially gorgeous like this

+ him confessing his love for you when he's still catching his breath

“(y/n), have i ever told you how much i love you?”

“maybe 100 times today, george”

“oh so not enough then” you kiss him before he can remind you again

shifty powers

loves to praise you (and be praised honestly)

like he swears up and down that you're the most perfect girl alive

he can't believe that you're his and he's yours

kind of shy about his moans but he can't stop himself/hide them well enough because he moans at the slightest touch (he's so in love with you)

whimpers when you say he's making you feel good and “don't stop”

he's definitely asking if you're sure about anything and everything, reminding you that you don't have to go through with this if you don't absolutely want to

you just have to be like “darrell c. powers, please just take me” and lord will he oblige you with the brightest goddamn smile on his face

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[footprintsinthesxnd]

Paper Rings

This lovely request came from the even more lovely @ronsparky. Jess I hope this is a hat you had in mind. I hope you enjoy it! Pairings: Shifty Powers x f!reader Warnings: implied sexual images

Shifty had always welcomed the sunrise, the golden light streaming through the window bringing forth a new day. He’d always admired how the greens and blues had disappeared into vibrant oranges and yellows. He always felt as though it embraced the sky like long-lost lovers torn apart by the night.

The warm body beside him reminded him of the safety of being home. No longer stuck in a foxhole somewhere, cold and unwanted. He felt safe and loved and as the sunlight trickled through the curtains, casting shadowy glows across her face, Shifty knew he had found his home.

Fingers trailing in feather-like touches across her face made Y/n scrunch up her nose and stir from her dreamless sleep. Shifty smiled down at her, his rosy cheeks and boyish good looks seemed to be highlighted by the early morning sun.

“Good morning Sleeping Beauty,” Shifty’s lips brushed against her own and Y/n couldn’t help the smile that grew on her own face.

“Good morning Handsome.”

“Did you sleep well?” Shifty asked, sitting up on his knees expectantly like a puppy waiting for his master to get up and start their day.

“I did thank you,” Jess yawned, stretching her arms up to wrap around Shifty’s neck and pulling him back down towards her. “I slept very well.”

Shifty grinned from ear to ear, his hands once again finding their home on her hips, rubbing gently at the bruises that had formed overnight.

“I’m sorry. Was I too rough?” Shifty fretted as his eyes followed the purple marks adorning her curves.

“No, Darrell, please. It’s okay I’m not that fragile,” she laughed, stroking his face fondly. “You were perfect.”

Shifty felt the heat growing on his cheeks and he tried to bury his face in his wife’s chest but the cool metal against his skin stopped him.

Y/n hand ran down his chest, her cool wedding ring caused Shifty to shiver, picking up his wife’s hand to admire the jewellery.

“I can’t believe you’re actually mine.”

Y/n blushed under her husband's gaze, “And I cannot believe you are mine.”

Shifty smiled, placing his lips on the palm of her hand. “You know, I loved the ceremony and I’m glad all our friends and family were there but I’d have married you even if it was just the two of us in threadbare clothes, in a field, with paper rings,” he admitted, kissing her forehead once more. “Because I don’t care where I am as long as you are with me.”

Y/n chuckled, unable to comprehend how soft her husband was, “You are such a softie.”

“But I’m your softie,” Shifty replied, grabbing onto his wife’s hand and pulling her into his lap, his lips brushing against the soft skin of her throat, his teeth grazing it slightly causing Y/n to gasp. Shifty’s hands found their way to her hips, pulling her even closer and groaning when her thigh brushed against his lap.

“You're going to be the death of me, my Love,” Shifty moved her so she sat sideways, lead in his arms.

“Now don’t go dying on me now, Powers. I’ve only just tied you down,” Y/n jested, smoothing down the ruffled hair on his head.

“There’s no fear of that,” Shifty chuckled, “I’m not going anywhere.”

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[brassknucklespeirs]

Band of Brothers x soulmate au

screw it, i'm doing a soulmate au x band of brothers series. if there is anything specific y'all want...let me know but already have the metaphorical lightbulb flashing above my head (thank you @softguarnere for my swimming thoughts, everyone go read her Webster soulmate au it's *chefs kiss*)

[softguarnere]

Hi! Do you have any headcannons of the boys taking care of you when you’re sick?

Hello there Anon! Thanks for your patience as I catch up on requests. I hope you like these 💕🕊️

Dick Winters: When he's sick, he fully expects himself to just push through like he normally would. Whoever notices that he's not feeling well practically has to force him to sit down and rest. But if you're sick? Completely different story - he's immediately asking questions, trying to figure out what's wrong; making you tea; taking your temperature; looking for a medic, if he thinks you need one. Would put his whole day on hold just to help you.

Ron Speirs: Second verse, same as the first. He would feel so helpless if there wasn't much that he could do. Unsure of how to express that, he would do whatever you asked: making you tea, reading to you, and his favorite, just holding you while you rest.

Lewis Nixon: He's powered through plenty of hangovers, but he can tell that whatever you're experiencing is worse - and that scares him. He probably calls Dick for help, because let's face it, his upbringing did not prepare him for this, and he feels out of his depth. Just know that his heart is in the right place and that he plans on being there for you every second until you feel better. He'll talk you through it all, which helps distract himself from the fear he feels. God forbid anything should happen to you on his watch.

Carwood Lipton: Like Winters and Speirs, he expects himself to push through his own sickness, but would bend over backwards to help you if you're unwell. As an "Acts of Service" type of man, this is truly his time to shine. Don't expect to do anything but rest up all day, because Lip has got everything under control.

Babe Heffron: His first instinct would be to ask Roe for help. Once he gets a few pointers, he's well on his way. He would be so sweet the whole time, giving you plenty of cuddles or plenty of space - whichever you prefer in the moment. Doesn't care about you getting him sick at all. He knows that he can make it through just fine, but he's going to make sure that you feel better before he even considers worrying about himself.

Eugene Roe: So efficient! (But, if he's being honest with himself, also a little scared, because he hates to see someone that he loves so much feeling so poorly.) Lucky for you, he knows all the remedies to get you feeling better in no time - and he's humble about how quickly he has you feeling better again.

Bill Guarnere: He would both try and do anything to make you feel better. You want one of his ma's home remedies? He's calling her right now for the recipe. You just want to be held and take a nap? He's your guy. It's honestly kind of startling to see how differently he can act, because he's so gentle and encouraging throughout the whole thing. Because in his mind, that's just what a good boyfriend does.

Joe Toye: Definitely the guy who drives you to the doctor the second you develop a temperature. There's no way that he's taking a chance with your health, because you never know when things might be very serious. Don't worry, he'll drive carefully - but still in the fast lane, really pressing the speed limit.

George Luz: George may have missed his calling to be a nurse, because his bedside manner is just so good. He knows exactly when to put the joking on pause and when you could use a little laugh to lighten your mood. Also he makes The Best™️ tomato soup and grilled cheese combo you could possibly imagine. That stuff could cure anything.

Don Malarkey: Okay listen, this man is insanely good at cuddling. You could spend all day pressed up against him and he wouldn't mind. He'd put on whatever show you currently like and would hold you through the whole thing, while also taking breaks between episodes to make sure that you're staying hydrated and taking your medicine.

Shifty Powers: He lives by the belief that fresh air, sunshine, and a good attitude can cure just about anything. He would definitely sit on the porch swing with you, gently rocking you back and forth in the late afternoon sunshine and talking to you about anything and everything to raise your spirits. Also a huge fan of giving out forehead kisses when you rest your head on his shoulder. Not to sound overdramatic, but those things might just have some sort of magic healing quality in them.

Joe Liebgott: This man hardly ever takes a day for himself. He's up early and working late, just because every hour feels like it needs to be filled with productivity. But the second you get sick? Everything is put on hold. Good thing he has so many sick-days saved up, because he'll use them all if he has to, just to stay by your side and take care of you. Don't even think about telling him that you're fine, because he's going to be right there, making sure you're okay.

David Webster: Similar to Nixon, he does not come from a background that equipped him for any of this. But he's trying his best! He'll whip up some of the most horrendous soup in history before he gives in and orders it for you - after all, he's trying to help you get better, not make you worse. His favorite way to comfort you would be reading to you, no doubt about it.

Skinny Sisk: He's a little bad at hiding his concern for you. Literal embodiment of the "🥺" emoji every time that he takes your temperature and sees that it hasn't lowered yet. He holds your hand a lot, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, which is so soothing. Turns out that he's really good at making the perfect tea, so prepare to drink the best peppermint tea of your life.

Skip Muck: Such a sweetheart, are you kidding me? Like Luz, he knows when to shelve the jokes and when you could use a good laugh. He would be so attentive, and calls his mom and sister for advice, just to make sure that he's doing everything right. The reassuring smiles he gives you every time that he comes into the room work better than any medicine ever could.

Bull Randleman: Basically becomes a doctor the second that he realizes that you don't feel well. I mean, this man just jumps into action and seems to know exactly what to do, it's amazing. With everything that he's doing to help you, he still finds time to be right by your side whenever you wake up from naps. Prepare to wake up to a smile that feels like the morning sun greeting you.

Floyd Talbert: It's . . . a little chaotic at first, but he's got the spirit. It's sweet, though, how hard he's trying, because it shows you that he cares. He's definitely having a bit of an internal panic since he's never done this before, but once he calms down, he'll take good care of you. Might go a little heavy on the seasoning in the chicken noodle soup, but hey, it's the thought that counts.

[1waveshortofashipwreck]

Just wanna say...proud of you for working hard in improving your writing. Godspeed!

Might I request a nice letter of encouragement from Shifty? Missing him hours, I fear.

VASI MY DARLING!!!! I HAVE AN ENCOURAGING LETTER FROM ONE (1) SHIFTY POWERS FOR YOU! I LOVE YOU AND HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL!! ❤️💕

3 January, 1945

Vasilisa, my darling,

I just got your latest letter, and I'm sorry to hear things have been going rough. I miss you, as well. I want to be home with you and go about our day like we always do - breakfast together in the morning, a kiss before we leave for work, giving you the biggest hug in the world when you get home. I feel so silly for some reason, but my absolute favorite part of the day is walking our dogs together before dinner. Being out in nature with you and them is the happiest I've ever felt.

It hurts my heart to hear things haven't been going well for you, but you are the strongest, sweetest person I know. You are going to get through this, just like last time, and you will be on the other side, resting and without stress sooner than you think. I'd give anything to be back home with you and support you through this, but if I didn't think you could do this then I wouldn't be saying it.

Popeye and Earl have been asking how you're doing, too. They really want to continue our weekend game nights as soon as we get home. Popeye still teases McClung about the charades game the night before we left! How McClung didn't understand Popeye’s interpretation of Rita Hayworth, I'll never know. Nothing compares, though, to when you decimated all of us in Candy Land!

Please never forget how much I love you. You have lit up my life more than I ever thought possible - you are my love, my Wonder Woman, my light, my home that I cannot wait to come home to. Don’t forget about me before I get home ok? I promise, as soon as I’m home, I’m making your favorite dinner and we’re going to have a picnic with the dogs.

Remember to take care of yourself for me, I love you more than ever,

Shifty

[danopdf]

modern au shifty powers energy:

[buckyegans]

Just Me and You, Shifty Powers

just a little imagine I crossposted on my Wattpad (boneflu) and wanted to post here!

no warnings just pure fluff

 Austria had been some sort of dream—the daily warm meal and hot showers seemed to be too good to be true. Yet, here you were, hands gripping the splintered wood of the old dock, swinging your legs to just barely graze the surface of the water below. The sky had turned pink and orange as the sun had made her way down, bringing forth the moon rising from behind the mountains. Your shoes and socks were somewhere further up the dock, your mind too focused on the coolness bringing small goosebumps up your bare legs, trousers rolled to your calves.

 "This is where you've been hidin' all night?" a soft voice asked, footsteps accompanying Shifty's voice as he made his way down the dock. You looked up, finding Darrell haloed by the wind-blewn trees and waking stars. You gave a lopsided grin and nodded, offering your hand to the sharpshooter. For a man who always wielded a rifle, the pads of his fingers were smooth, and soft. He carefully plopped down next to you, your thighs pressed together. Soon enough he was tossing his shoes and socks behind him just as you had, propping his legs up to roll his pants to match yours. His feet met the water and he let out a content sigh. "Found yourself a pretty spot, huh?" The Virginia asked.

 You nodded. "Sure did, Shift. All the boys are being too loud." you stated, looking to what he had gripped in his hand. A bottle of champagne, no doubt some lavish brand some Kraut had been waiting to pop when they won the war—but tonight, it was their victory. "Whatcha got there, Shift?" Darrell looked down to his hand and grinned, shrugging before offering it up to you. The label was a different language, you suspected French. "Where did you manage to find this?"

 You hummed, thumb pressing against the cork until it popped loudly, causing both of you to jump before turning to one another with giddy grins. You took a long swing before wiping your mouth, "here's to our alcoholic intelligence officer—and his ability to choose the good stuff."

 Shifty takes the bottle from you by its neck, tipping it into his own mouth. "Here's to him," he agreed, grimacing at the taste. Shifty's face twisted, causing you to let out a laugh, while Shifty grinned proudly. You nursed the bottle once more and drank from it once more before laying on the dock, legs hanging over. Darrell followed your movements, readjusting to get his shoulder flush against yours. He unashamedly lopped his head to the side to stare at you, your eyes fluttering shut, glowing from the sun. The hard war was evident in your tired eyes and silver scars, but Shifty thought you had never looked to gorgeous.

 "You're starin', Powers." your comment is accompanied with an amused glance at him, head falling to meet his gaze. He only hums in response, smiling with his rosy, sun-loved cheeks. "Do I have something on my face?"

 Shifty is shaking his head slowly. "No," he states shortly, grinning that smile that had gone into hiding since stepping into the Ardennes—the endless months in a permanent winter had hardened even the softest of soldiers, Shifty Powers included. Every now and again, you got him to give that little smile, hidden behind a scarf, only for you to see. But, here on this dock, it was on full display. "It's just you and me, so I get to stare all I want."

 You're cocking your head to the side and pushing yourself up to stand, brows furrowed. "Is that so?" you ask, looking down at him. Shifty is following your movements as he gives a confident nod. "And why is that?"

 He smiles again. "No distractions. No questions. No possible gunfire. Just me and you." You're inching closer with each of his words, his arms snaking around your waist and pulling you closer. "Now I can tell you how pretty I think you are." He's giddy as he says this, looking like a little kid on Christmas. You can't help but blush pink, shaking your head.

 "Was I not pretty enough in Bastogne?" you tease. Shifty is rolling his eyes playfully, shaking his head and tutting.

 He's pushing hair behind your ear. "You're always pretty. But now I don't got no competition—no one around to try and take you from this moment. Just you and me?"

 You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down closer and closer. "So," you trail off. "What are you gonna do now that it's just you and me?"

 Shifty grins. "Well, I'd like to kiss you."

 You laugh. "Kiss me, Darrell."

[rogue-durin-16]

This is a fun idea that I’ve had rolling in my head for a while, but you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to! What if the reader likes to draw, so obviously, when surrounded by those snackable men in East company, she draws them! She puts little notes next to the faces (ex. Thinks he’s gods gift to women, or sweetest man alive), and maybe how some of the Easy boys would react to flipping through the sketchbooks and seeing the notes? With Toye, Luz, Bull, and Shifty?

A/N: I drew them for no reason. In like half an hour. I am so stupid somebody sedate me. Btw I actually read this when you sent it and thought omg I love it, and then completely forgot it existed. Enjoy these super delayed headcanons? <3

Warnings: none

JOE TOYE

"Hey, whatchu got there?"

Bad start.

You halfheartedly let him flip through the pages and this man's slack jawed.

Keep in mind that, while Joe knows you sketch in your free time, he has no idea you sketch them.

Double shock when he gets to his face.

Doesn't process the silly notes at first because something's not clicking.

You drew him. Him. Out of- him?

Tries his best not to blush

Genuinely doesn't know how to react

AND THEN HE SEES THE NOTES

This man cannot hold back a little smile of endearment when he reads 'toughest motherfucker' because that's a big ass compliment.

Specially considering he thinks he's a dud.

'an actual sweetheart' this man choked on his own words. A SWEETHEART. HIM. A-

"Do you... Like it or...?"

"It's— yeah no, I-I love it. They're really good huh..." Tries to act cool while he hands it back.

He can't look at you in the eye for a hot minute because you made his brain shortcircuit with a quick sketch.

Tough and a sweetheart. No one had ever called him a sweetheart.

Toye knows he's got a soft side to him, but it's buried so deep he never thought someone would notice.

Bot you did, and it keeps him up at night for months I'm not even kidding.

GEORGE LUZ

George is bored. He's very vocal about it.

You don't care. You're very vocal about it too.

Well too bad because Luz wants attention so he's going to annoy you until he gets some.

Verbal vexation doesn't work because you're currently focused on sketching Malarkey, so he switches to plan B; snatching the sketchbook away from you.

Immediately teases you about drawing Don while you chase him through the house you're billeted in.

Flips through the pages without actually seeing shit because initially he just wanted your attention and he got it.

But then he catches a glimpse of his face and sudden he's actually interested.

A boyish grin lights up his gaze.

He's way too happy about a damn sketch and he knows it but he can't help it.

You drew him and he looks handsome. He has never thought of himself as handsome but apparently you did.

Shoves you away to read the notes.

'Easy's source of joy'. THE REASSURANCE HE FEELS-

He snickers at the 'human lucky charm.

Then his head snaps at you in disbelief.

"SHORT?!" He's FLABBERGASTED. It's your turn to laugh.

Also run because George is so chasing you.

He's not sure what he's gonna do when he gets you. Probably hit you with the goddamn sketchbook. Probably kiss you idk he'll see.

BULL RANDLEMAN

Bull knows you sketch them for fun.

He's caught a glimpse of a couple of drawings here and there but never said anything, not even to you.

But now you two are sitting by each other's side at a bar in silence and he's adamant about making a conversation with you.

He bumps your arm, tilts his chin at you and then at the sketchbook peeping from your bag.

"Can I see 'em?"

How are you gonna say no to this absolute darling? To be fair you forgot about the little notes on his drawing.

He nonchalantly flips the pages, occasionally nodding and making quiet comments.

"You got talent, Y/n/n."

He's got the book wide open so you can see what he's seeing. And you see his drawing. And the notes.

Bull's heart swells at the sketch. It shouldn't surprise him— the fact that he's got his own page, but it does.

He reads the first note and the corner of his lip twists up. HE READS THE SECOND NOTE AND SNORTS.

He quirks a brow at you. "Anything you wanna tell me?"

You're mortified. He assures you he's completely kidding. Congratulates you on the drawings. Gives it back and watch your every move.

Husband material huh?

SHIFTY POWERS

Shifty makes eye contact with you while you're sketching him. Thrice.

First time you give him a mortified smile and he doesn't get why, but he returns it.

Second time he knows something's up. He sees the sketchbook.

Third time he walks up to you.

You attempt to uhm pretty much run away because you just finished so there's no need to stick around anymore.

He cuts through and get to you before you can leave.

"What were you drawing?" He asks, but he means 'were you drawing me?'

You show him and his eyes light up with joy.

He struggles with words but his visage is a very telling sign that he actually loves it.

He goes through everybody's sketch and asks if you were gonna add any notes to his.

The fact that he seems so excited about it dims your embarrassment and gives you a little bit of courage.

So you take back the sketchbook and scribble the notes before giving it back.

HE LOOKS EVEN HAPPIER.

'certified guardian angel' HELL YES, HE'LL KEEP YOU SAFE ANY DAY.

'lovely but deadly' he wants to kiss you. Much like Toye, he's not used to people seeing both parts of him, but... You do?

"Could I... Maybe... Keep it?"

You're surprised no one else has asked for the drawing. Maybe they assumed you wouldn't give it away.

Shifty's eyes widen momentarily when you rip the page and hand it to him.

He'll cherish the sketch forever.

Tags:

Band Of Brothers: @francois-ceverts @chubbypotatoepie @tvserie-s-world

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @comfort-reads

[lovelyd0gg]

Hi! Can I request some headcannons for shifty powers? I really love your account btw💗

Hi darling! Ahhhh thank you so much for that compliment<33 I'd love to do a shifty headcanon! Thanks for the request! (Same thing with Harry Welsh, I don't really know his personality well but I'll try my best!) Enjoy<3

Shifty's reaction to you buying him his favorite gift for his birthday!

Warning: PURE FLUFF, lovey dovey<33

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬.

•Shifty's birthday was right around the corner and you knew exactly what you wanted to give him for his birthday.

•(Now this isn't canon but I feel like he absolutely loves Transformers but never admits it to people he doesn't know well.)

•So you went to the mall and saw a really big transformer figurine that you knew he'd love.

•So you bought it! It was a pretty big gift so it was gonna take some time to wrap it but eventually you got it!

•You hid it away and soon enough, his birthday rolled in!

•You woke him up excitedly since you got everything ready beforehand!

•You gave him the gift and his eyes widened slightly. You could tell that on the outside, he was being silent and quietly thanking you.

•But on the inside, he was squealing in happiness.

•When he opened it (gently, because I have a feeling his hands are soft instead of rough) he saw the transformer box and he immediately had to pause opening the gift to process what you got him.

•It took him 5 minutes to just stare at the transformer because he was so shocked😭

•He immediately started to hug you and thank you multiple times.

•This was the first time you saw him acting like this, he was usually introverted and quiet so this was very interesting!

•By the end of the day, he was cuddling with you (the transformer standing on your night stand, watching the both of you cuddle.

•It was weird, yeah, but you wanted to make him happy, and you definitely did<3

[ithinkabouttzu]

Run2u - Shifty Powers

Description: When a valentines date goes wrong, your bestfriend, Shifty can always make it better

(Shifty x female reader)

*based of the song ‘run2u’ by Stayc*

Word count: 3362

Genre: Fluff, a tiny bit of angst

Warnings : vulgar language, a tiny bit of name calling, and douchbags .

Masterlist <3

(Modern AU)

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“I'll cross the line over and over. It's okay if I get hurt, I'll run to you~”

You look at yourself in the mirror one more time, examining your features, checking for any mistakes in your makeup or any flyaways in your hair.

For some context, It was Valentine’s day and you agreed to go on a date with a boy, Jake from one of your semenars in school.

He was a sweet boy really. He was nice, funny and always gave you the homework answers when you needed them, but he wasn’t the one person you had intended on spending Valentine’s day with.

But your bestfriend and roommate, Shifty, always caught your eye instead.

Even as little kids you were head over hills for the sweet boy. Whether it’d be playing in the forest, or telling off bullies in school ~ You were still smitten with Shifty.

He never noticed though, despite your best efforts of flirting over the years. You never minded though, just getting to be best friends with him was enough for you.

As kids, you guys continued to hangout almost everyday, spending any free time you had together, but once fall rolled around and it was time for you and Shifty to begin high school, everything had changed.

Shifty always showed his southern hospitality to everyone at your school. regularly saying hello to people in the halls, helping teachers with their bags, and was one of the star athletes on the football field. He, of course, quickly became popular with many new friends and often smitten by the popular girls.

You on the other, not so much. You stuck to a couple of your other friends and art, But your eccentric and rebellious style often led to the occasional teasing and harsh rumors against you.

Adjusting into different friend groups, getting into relationships, hobbies, and sports made it hard to see your best friend anymore.

And with overtime, You had thought that maybe your feelings for Shifty had subsided. Finally coming to terms with the thought that he probably wasn’t interested in you the way you were interested in him.

Until, he asked you to be his roommate for college, when he found out you guys were both accepted into the same uni, only a month before graduating.

You agreed and you both started hanging out more and more just like old times.

Eventually all of those feelings that you had for Darrell in the past had started coming back to you, for good this time.

Now living with him and seeing him everyday, It made it ten times harder for you to hide your feelings around him.

~

You finally walk out of the bathroom door into your room. making way towards your bed, which laid your beautiful black dress you’d picked out for tonight.

You put your dress on and took a spin in the mirror. Somehow you wished that it was Shifty you were spending Valentine’s day with, and not Jake.

When you two were in the kitchen earlier this morning, Darrell had brought up Valentines plans and you thought it would be the perfect time to bring up Jake.

“So Shifty guess what?” You said sitting in the dining room table, eating a bowl of cereal.

“what’s on your mind y/n?” He said with a bright smile looking up from the orange he was peeling.

“I got asked out today, I’m finally going to have a Valentine’s date after all these years!” you said walking towards the boy. “isn’t that great!?”

Shifty stopped peeling his orange, looking up at you.

“Really y/n? well that’s great, really” He looking at you, with almost a bittersweet smile. Then quickly going back to his orange.

You looked at him confused. Something had changed in his demeanor when you brought up your new date.

He continued peeling his orange with a blank expression on his face.

“well what about you shift, what are your plans for valentines?”

“oh nothin really, i’ll just be here y’know, maybe go out with some friends.” He said not taking his eyes from the orange.

“Oh okay, well when I get back we can watch plenty of movies! it’ll be your pick tonight!”

“Of course y/n. Good luck on your date tonight. I’m really happy for you.” He looked up at you with a sullen look on his face. Before taking his orange and walking off to his room.

It was definitely an odd encounter between you two but you didn’t question it. You just assumed that he isn’t used to you going out on dates and that was the reason behind his off behavior.

You go into your closet, looking for the perfect pair of heels that would go with your pretty dress.

You find some simple black heels, that aren’t too high and would go perfect with your dress.

You look in the mirror one last time before you grab your phone and purse and start to walk out of the bedroom door.

As you’re walking out you hear a text notification coming from your phone.

“I’ll be there in 5, be ready”You text back an okay and shut your door.

You walk out in the living room to see a concentrated Shifty playing his game.

“How do I look Shift?”

He quickly pauses his game on the tv and sits up from his spot on the couch.

“Wow, Y/n. y-you look amazing” He says, Looking you up and down respectfully.

“Thanks shift, you always know how to make me blush”

He smiled at your comment then looked back down again, as if he was trying to find the words he wanted to say. “Jake is one lucky man”

“Thanks Shifty, I’ll be back before you know it!” You smiled back to him.

Right then you hear the doorbell ring.

“I will, be safe y/n and if you need me just call.” He said walking you up towards the door.

“ I will, bye shifty!” You open the door, to see a nervous Jake, scratching the back of his neck and looking towards the drive way.

“Hiya y/n. You ready?” He quickly puts his hand down from his neck and moves it towards you, waiting for you to grab his hand.

you gladly accept and head out the door on the way to his car.

~

It was almost towards the end of the date with Jake. He took you to a nice restaurant downtown.

It was okay so far, He didn’t ask really any first date questions, or any questions at all.

He seemed more interested in talking about himself and what he was up to, but you were alright with it, never being much of a talker yourself.

“So again, That’s how me and my friends Didn’t get caught stealing that stop sign” He boasted on about yet another story of his.

He noticed you looking in the distance, watching the rain start to pick up from outside.

“Are you even listening to me?” He put put down his fork and grabbed onto his glass of champagne.

“Yea, yes I am” You said looking back towards him with a grin.

“Alright well, are you almost ready to leave, maybe go somewhere quieter than here” He said looking at you with a charming smirk.

You gave him a timid “sure” before you guys headed on your way.

Once you guys were finally on the road, He finally starts asking basic ‘get to know you’ questions, As you start to tell him about your hometown, you feel jakes free hand slowly creep up your thigh.

“Jake, What are you doing?” You gave an unsure look his way.

“Oh nothing doll, Can I not touch a darling like you?” He asks with a chuckle. Squeezing your thigh before going up further under your dress to your panty line.

You start feeling uncomfortable by his gesture, wishing for him to stop, “Jake quit.”

“quit what, darling?” You try to pull his hand off of your inner thigh but he doesn’t budge.

“Get you hands off me!” You raise your voice slightly, You push his hand as hard as you can.

You get a scoff return from Jake as he pushes his hand back to the steering wheel, shaking his head, almost as if he was embarrassed that he was turned down.

“Take me home, now.” You say facing the passenger window, refusing to look at him.

“Whatever” He replies, keeping his eyes on the road.

“bitch” you hear him mutter under his breath.

“What did you just say?” You grit your teeth in anger.

“Nothing, y/n, I said nothing” He said clenching his jaw and continuing his eyes on the road.

You could feel tears in your eyes starting to form. Why, out of all nights this had to happen?

The rest of the car ride was silent, except for the heavy rain that starting coming down onto the car.

Finally, in what you thought took forever, You could see him slowly pulling up to the front of your house.

“Get out” He spat out at you. You could hear the irritation in his voice but just ignored it.

“Trust me, I am” You replied, rolling your eyes.

You gathered all of your belongings in the car before heading out of the car into the rain.

“Thanks a lot for wasting my night, bitch” Jake yelled out to you before driving off recklessly.

You start to feel your throat close up and your eyes cloud with those familiar tears from earlier.

You let out all of your emotions right there in the drive way of your house. How could you be so stupid to go out with him?

Why did he feel the need to call you a bitch and what were his intentions with you anyway? Your head starts to load with these unwanted thoughts.

“Y/n?” you hear a voice come from the porch, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You turn your head to see a concerned looking shifty standing in the door way of your shared home. Only being able to make out little parts of his features in the darkness and rain.

You see him close the door for a second, only for him to turn the porch light on and get what looks to be a rain coat from the rack by the door.

“C‘mon let’s get inside y/n, you’re gonna get sick.” He says stepping out of the house and towards you.

He examines the features on your face, noticing your runny mascara, red eyes, and tear stained cheeks.

You quickly look down, trying to hide your face from the sweet boy, not wanting him to see you like this.

“Are you alright, darlin?” He said, lifting your chin up with his calloused but soft fingers.

You look up at him, meeting his eyes.

You felt his hand move up to your cheek, caressing it lightly. “Tell me what happened, honey”

“He was a douchebag, and It was just horrible Darrell.” You started to cry again.

“Hey, hey it’s okay” He said wrapping you in his arms. Holding you tight from all of the pain you endured this evening.

“Here take this” He grabbed the coat and started to wrap it around you. You noticed his soft but focused features. You couldn’t help but notice how good he looks in the rain.

“What?” He grinned, looking back at you once he wrapped you up the in coat. He caught you staring.

“Nothing, Shift.” You said still staring at him dreamily, and once again, he really did look nice in the rain.

He observed the way you looked at him. You could see his body shift, noticing his cheeks and ears go blood red.

“y-y/n let’s go inside where it’s warm. We can talk more about it if you want to inside.”

He gently grabbed your arm and led you up the porch and into the house.

Once you to got inside he took the coat off of you and replaced it with a nice blanket.

“Go sit down and warm up, i’ll go make some hot chocolate for you, a-alright?” He hurried to the kitchen to fix you up a nice drink.

When he came back into the living room he sat down and handed you your hot chocolate and a water bottle just in case you needed something else to drink with the warm beverage.

“Tell me what happened darlin. I m-mean only if you want to, no pressure” He started to explain himself.

“It’s alright Shifty. I’ll tell you what happened.”

You started onto the story of what happened from the beginning to the end as he listened to your words carefully.

As you started to tell him what happened in the car you could see his face harden and his jaw clench at your words. It was rare to see Darrell angry, but when he was, it was almost scary.

You could feel yourself choke up on your words, tears ready to spill again at any moment.

“So that’s what happened shift. That’s why i’m crying. ” You tried slowing down your tears. Holding the blanket closer to you, searching for comfort in the warmth.

“That guy, i-imma get him. No man should treat a little lady like that. Especially you, y/n.” He got up, ready to set out and look for the boy that made his y/n cry.

“Darrell wait, please just stay with me. He ain’t worth it. ” You looked up at him with your glassy doe eyes. His expression softening after your eyes met his.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. That guy’s a real jerk, he doesn’t deserve a pretty girl like you” He sat back down and rubbed your back lightly.

You think your heart skipped a couple beats when he said that. He called you pretty?

“Thank you shift. I don’t think he deserved me either” You said pausing, before taking a leap of faith. “But I could think of someone who does”

“Who y/n? He must be somethin” Shifty replied, leaning forwards to grab his hot chocolate.

“Would you like to know who it is Shifty?” You grabbed his arm, making him set his mug down and lean back into the couch.

“Who is it y-you like y/n? Tab? Chuck? Just tell me.” He looked at you with curious eyes. It seemed as if he needed to know you answer more than you did.

“But if I tell you nothing will change, right?” You ask him.

“Just spit it out y/n/n”

You thought about the words you were about to say. You might not ever get the chance to tell him how you feel, so now would be the best time to live in the moment.

“I like you Darrell.. Ever since we were kids i’ve liked you. It’s always been you who I run to.” You finish. Looking for any expressions on his face, Looking for any signs that he might just want you back.

You waited for a response. Shifty sat there with a blank expression, in shock. He didn’t know what to say to you.

“Shifty, say something please” You plead in a soft whisper, feeling your voice go weak and your throat close up.

This was one of your worst fears

That the relationship between you and shifty was unrequited and that he had never liked you.

You look at him one last time before standing up and walking fast out of the front door, slamming the it shut.

As you hear the door close, you slowly sink to the porch floor, feeling your knees go out as you finally let out all of your held in emotions.

Today has been so draining for you, and the last thing you needed was this.

Shifty had always been such a big part in your life. Your first crush, your first friend. Losing him would almost be like losing a part of yourself, and you couldn’t let that happen.

“Y/n?” You hear a soft voice open the door.

Knowing the familiar voice and scared to hear what he might have to say, you get up and start to walk away from him into the rain.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t- I didn’t mean to leave you hanging in there. I j-just didn’t know what to say. I’m just sorry y/n” You see him shutting the door and following after you into the rain.

“It’s okay, Shift. I get it” You stare at your feet blankly. You could feel your heart breaking by the second.

You could now notice how much closer he had gotten to you. You examine his soft eyes, it almost looked as if he had tears in his eyes, In this moment, whatever he said could make or break your relationship between him forever.

He takes a step closer towards you, if that was even possible, and puts a few wet strands of hair behind your ear. Looking at you with those same dreamy eyes. You start to feel your mind and heart calm down to its original, peaceful state.

He grabs you softly pulling you into his warm embrace. He holds you tightly, almost as if he could lose you at any second.

You sink into to his chest, hearing his heartbeat in your ear and smelling his woodsy cologne on his shirt.

You take your head away from his chest and look back up at him, before feeling his soft lips melt into yours. In that moment you could feel a hundred thoughts at once, all landing back to him.

You never thought a kiss could have so much emotion and love before until tonight. His kiss was so loving, soft, but passionate all at the same time, something you could definitely get used to.

As the kiss continued, you could feel him sigh into your mouth as a sign of relief, before coming back up for air.

You both stepped back to look at each other. From your previous position before he hugged you.

“I always thought you were just joking, no way did I ever think you actually liked me y/n. If so, I would’ve asked you out in a heartbeat” You hear him speak his feelings to you , in a whisper like voice.

You couldn’t believe your ears, all of this just seemed too perfect. You would have never believed, in a million years that the Shifty Powers had liked you all along and never once told you.

“So, I’m sorry y/n, ” He starts back up to his confession.

“b-but It’s always been you” He takes his hand and pets your cheek softly.

You were so happy, you could almost cry. You scold yourself for never thinking you had a chance with him in the first place.

“so Shifty… Now that I know you feel the same. Will you be my Valentines?” You tilt your head at him curiously.

“Of course” He replies back to you with a soft smile, before going back to kiss your cheek.

You smirk to yourself then look at him, “It’s crazy.”

Kissing Shifty in the rain would be nothing little of a dream come true for you, but here you are.

“What is?” He questions, noticing the smirk on your face.

“us, you and me in the rain confessing our feelings for one another.” You start to laugh again.

“You’re right, I thought they only saved this stuff for the movies.” You hear him chuckle.

“Good thing you’re wrong” You say, admiring his wet features in the rain.

“Let’s go inside, then we can start are Valentines evening, Darling” He takes your hand and leads you back to the house.

Tonight was definitely a roller coaster ride of emotions but in the end it was all worth it, and this Valentine’s day was definitely one for the books.

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A/n : Hiii I hope everyone likes this post!! I really challenged myself with this one and this imagine is just sooo cute!! - Mac <3

[bellewintersroe]

Would you please write a headcanon for Malarkey, Babe, Chuck, Shifty, Liebgott, Winters (and anyone else you'd like to do) about them seeing you dressed "like a girl" for the first time. I mean all pin up looking and everything (tastefully of course though). Maybe you had to wear army fatigues just like the rest of the guys (and of course no makeup or ability to do your hair or wash everyday) and that's the only way they've really ever seen you. But you finally get the chance to really dress up for once (you're a girly girl). I'd love to know what you see their reactions being.

Oooooo being a girly girl myself I LOVE this concept!! Easy Boys x Reader - how they react to you dressed up.

Don Malarkey:

Normally Don would just muck around with you, he’d think you’re beautiful either way but he feels comfortable with you to joke around like he would similar to how he is with the guys.

so when you walk into that pub one day all dressed up like one of those pin up girls he’d seen in the magazines? Good lord-

Eyes pop out of his head fr.

double takes- cos he’s so mf stunned like- it ignites something deep inside of his body and every single inch of his body is on fire.

I feel like he’d sorta look at you differently when you’re having a conversation, like he’d be smiling and blushing- I think he’d be stammering, maybe he couldn’t hold eye contact as often?

like he’d suddenly stop throwing jokes in your direction and actually engages in a more quieter and normal? Conversation. Like you’d probably be so confused until one of your friends tells you why you’re so nervous.

unlike the other guys, I don’t think he’d make a move, not that night anyway. He’d probably be too nervous. I think after that he’d be a little more nervous around you, maybe he’d be fearful some other guy has swooped you up before he could??? Babe Heffron:

I feel like Babes reaction would depend on if he’s had a few to drink or not. But let’s say he’s sober?? We’ll set the scene in Austria, you finally have access to pretty clothes and makeup again- which you missed so dearly throughout the war.

slowly you’re doing yourself up again, getting used to being around the men all dressed up- I think it would be super nerve wracking.

Ofc all the men notice cos their jaws are on the floor, but Babe’s mind is lost. He knows that he feels the strongest out of all of these guys, you took such good care of him in Bastogne and his soft spot for you becomes well- a big fat crush that he can no longer hide.

He takes some hyping up from Ramirez and whoever else before he scurries up besides you, walking as smoothly at he can, looking all handsome in his uniform.

“Hey y/n.”

“oh hey, Babe!”

“you look real pretty y’know.”

then it would be your turn to be a blushing mess, he’s grinning towards you with a sparkle in his eyes, and although he’s nervous the genuine desire and longing for you is obvious.

“Thank you, Babe! You look real good in your uniform too.” He doesn’t expect you to throw a compliment back so for a second he’s turned away from you with a shit eating grin on his face.

“Yeah well, ya’ hair looks real nice too.” The boys deffo told him to compliment your hair and your eyes- and that’s what script he sticks to at first before growing enough confidence to genuinely compliment everywhere else on your face (and body??)

Ur bum looks real good in the dress you were, and if Babe thought you were beautiful in your army fatigues, oh my goddddddd-

Babes just a sucker, he often looks stunned and in awe of you- because that’s what he would be, real complimentary to the point you have no option but to just kiss him.

plus at the end of the night when you two have spent some time together, he loves to twist his finger through the loosened curls in your hair.

Chuck Grant:

Probs one of the men that giggles and woops at you when you walk into the small pub the troops have taken over in Holland.

ofc it’s all fun and games they’re ur friends and by no means are objectifying you.

but anyway Chuck is all amused at first, but his smile slowly fades when he feels the fluttering of his heart and stomach and oh fuck- he’s in love with you.

he knew it before, but now seeing the way all these men are looking at you in your pretty dress with your hair and makeup all done- noooo, he has to make you his there and then.

“Later, suckers.” He’d take a last swig of his drink before carrying it in his hand, sliding away from the table and approaching you. At first he’s oozing with confidence, hyped up from his cheering friends, but when he actually gets close and sees your red painted lips smiling up to him he’s a gonner.

“Uh hey… can I sit?” He awkwardly spokes, it’s a little funny but you’d find him so cute and ofc he’s fucking handsome asf so you oblige.

Accidentally stares in awe when you’re topping your lipstick up.

“You want some?” You’d tease and his lips would pull into a charming smile. “Yeah, but not from the stick.”

oooo the flirtation would be on the second he gets a little buzzed from the alcohol, you’re clearly flirting back and not to sound rude because it’s obviously consensual- but Grant can’t keep his hands to himself.

seriously he’s never seen your body so…. Tight? Like your outfit is still modest but hugging you in all the right places, if you move onto his lap at some point in the night he’ll probs get a boner.

deffo goes back to his bed that night with a smirk and red lipstick stains everywhere.

Shifty Powers:

Ugh shifty, shifty, shifty, where do I start?

yeah he’s super respectful and sweet, we all know that, but he deffo has a smart side to him. Let me explain.

when you walk into that ‘pub’ in Austria, all dolled up, he’s smirking and hiding behind his cup, eyes roaming a little too far down your body than he intends to.

he’s love struck, like he already knew you were the most beautiful thing on this planet, but now you’re a god damn Angel.

but when you’d come to sit with him out of all the other guys, again, he’d be smirking behind his pint glass.

“Y’know you look real beautiful, Y/n.” He’d give you the most genuine and kind compliment you’ve received all night, he’d hook his arm around yours to walk you somewhere, ugh he’d probably come across really calm??

I do think Shifty would be sweatinggggg, like boy he’s nervous on the inside, and when you clasp your hand with his he’s gulping.

not to sound crude, but he probably hasn’t seen a woman in a while, not one as amazing as you- so he gets a little hot and bothered when your hand runs over his shoulder.

he’s not one to be too forward, I think he’d be more traditional so he wouldn’t necessarily make a move on you- but he’d tell you how he feels there and then.

being honest he wants you soooooo bad, he feels the ache in his chest even just glancing at you. Plus, Shifty can tell you’re glowing both inside and out, he’d probably pick up on that and make you swoon like you’ve never before.

Joe Liebgott

Listen Joe has been knowing ur attractive for a realllllll long time. Like im talking since Toccoa and all.

But nothing comes of it so he treats you like his little sister, like similar to Malarkey he’d joke around with you, ruffle your hair- he likes that you’re not afraid to get dirty and have a little fun.

like he’d probably rugby tackle you (gently?) because he knows you’re so just down to earth and cool.

so he hold off all the compliments or what not and his flirtation is more through playfulness?? Like you just have a bond and he fucking loves ya- he tells you all the time, but all of a sudden you walk in looking like a fucking pin up model and he gasp- loves you in a way that isn’t so… platonic?

uhhhh Joe’s shifting in his seat, eyes fixated and mouth slightly hung open. Has to tense his jaw and blink away just so nobody see’s him looking like a creep.

doesn’t know how to act around you?? Like he’s acting all nervous and awkward because you’re so fucking beautiful and done up and god, all the men want you in there.

tries to be mean as a form of flirting, but that doesn’t work- it goes badly wrong so he ends up chasing you out of the pub, grabbing at your waist.

“Hey, y/n, slow down. I didn’t mean it like that!” “Then how did you mean it, Joe?! You think I look tacky!” “No I don’t! I really don’t!” He kinda laughs again and you attempt to shrug him off but uhhh he get carried away and the feelings just fall out his mouth. “Truthfully-” “shut up, Joe.” “No, truthfully, I think ya look gorgeous. Like shit doll, I think I’ve fallen in love with ya.”

The admission is only followed by more and more and he blurts out how nervous you made him feel- his ability to express emotion all these years later surprises you and you’d just kiss him so quickly he almost stumbles off his feet.

tells you you should dress up more often like that for him.

Dick Winters:

Ummmmmm probably already with you?? Winters has seen you all dressed up before but after a particular long time of seeing you struggling, he’s in awe to see you looking so radiant and happy.

watches from afar with the most loved up feeling ever, he’s extremely secure in your relationship, yet still oogles in utter awe from you.

has to put up with the other men (they don’t know about your relationship) staring and gawking, he legit has to close Babe’s mouth for him??

but seriously, he just smirks when he sees you laughing at the men’s advances on you cos he knows he’ll be the one in bed with you that night.

and you are ugh- he’s so amazing and can’t get over how perfect you looks, he even asks you to leave the dress on when you’re doing the deed 🙈🙈.

“I’m so glad I’ve got you all to myself.” He’d mutter whilst you’re wrapped up in his arms, hair and makeup slightly frazzled. “Me too, I couldn’t cope for a minute longer not speaking to you out there.” “And all of them gawking at you… I mean who can blame them, you look absolutely beautiful.” Lewis Nixon:

Ummm what the fuck? He’s amazed? Jaw is dropped and he has to put his glass to one side whilst Dick pushes his jaw closed for him.

“is that Y/n?” He’d squint, “as in our Y/n?”

wastes no time in getting to know you and sit besides you, it’s not like you two haven’t talked before, but you’ve never really been close or had the chance to be. Now, the war in Europe is over and Lew is divorced, it opens new opportunities- hence why he comes and speaks to you.

a little Dutch courage never did no harm, and in Lewis’ case it began a beautiful relationship. But holy fuck- he’s in complete shock at how beautiful you are, your hairs pinned up to perfection, your makeup is highlighting every feature of your face so perfectly.

you should best believe that your lipstick will be smudged over his thumb and lips later that evening, cos Lewis isn’t one to waste any time…

[starthiief]

MEET YOU IN THE SYNAPSES

Shifty Powers x female Reader

Warnings: mention of death (unnamed background character)

A/N: I just think he's neat ❤

When shooting a gun, there’s a brief moment when everything just stops. It’s in between heartbeats and shaky breaths that the world’s rotation comes to a pause. It’s there in the synapses of adrenaline fueled excitement that you’re steadied. And then with the squeeze of a trigger, time is slingshotted forward with the velocity of the speeding bullet, pulling you back into the moment.

Having grown up in the quiet countryside all your life, you had never experienced that same exhilaration anywhere else. Not for a lack of trying, of course. Much to your mother’s chagrin.

For years, she had told you it wasn’t ladylike to shoot all those empty soda bottles with your cousins and their little pellet gun. And if it wasn’t the shooting, then she was begging you to stop climbing those darned fences and snagging your skirts. While you weren’t a bad child, you certainly had been an unruly one with pockets of wildflowers and lizards.

And just when she thought she could breathe a sigh of relief, overjoyed you were finally putting that horrible hunting rifle down and keeping your skirts nice and neat, you broke the news that you intended to join the Army Nurses Corps and broke her heart one more time.

If you thought about it too much, you could still hear her poorly concealed sobs in the midst of the aid station’s typical mayhem, harmonizing with the quiet whimpers of the men who weren’t men at all.

Beneath all of the grit and blood, you had the horrific realization that most of your patients were either your age or younger.

It was startling, and sobered you to the reality of the situation you had once been so eager for. But it was too late to back out, this was your duty. Your calling. You could see all the choices you had to make in order to keep as many of these men alive. But in order to make those hard choices, you had to lock the heartbreak away. All of it. Any tenderness and distractions were a hazard when every millisecond mattered, and could be the difference between life or death.

Long gone from your steady hands were the bullets and hunting rifle, yet that adrenaline-fueled clarity in between breaths remained. It was there in the early mornings, it remained in the inky night. For a while, it had even been your only friend to carry you forward when the going got tough.

But what good was it when you made all the right choices and you still lost?

Knelt on the ground beside the worn cot, you held onto the boy’s hand as it grew unnaturally cold. His last pleading words formed a heavy weight upon your shoulders, a special burden for you alone to carry.

On the brink of being consumed with anguish, a hand - a warm hand - suddenly came down on your shoulder and gently squeezed.

“Pardon me, miss,” a soft, masculine voice said. “I don’t mean to be a bother, but I was hoping you could maybe help me.”

“Darrell?” you gasped, looking up to that familiar face you had missed so, so much. Clapping a hand over your mouth, it was important to rein your feelings in — aware of where you still were.

“Hey there, darlin’,” he greeted, swallowing his surprise as you took his hand and pressed it to your forehead. The solidness of his hand proved that he was truly there, and not a wishful hallucination amidst a breakdown.

“What are you doing here? Where’d you get hurt?” you worried, wiping at your misty eyes with the back of your arm as you sat back on your haunches to get a better look at him, looking for any wounds that needed tending.

“Oh, no. No, I was helping a friend get settled in here, I’m completely fine,” he explained. “I was actually hoping you could do me a favor and help me find the mess hall.”

“It’s just down the road, you can’t miss it.”

“Could you maybe show me anyways?”

Your eyes snapped up to his face, ready to insist you couldn’t possibly leave the station, but were stopped short when he pointed behind his shoulder to the old head nurse who was already watching you with a deep set frown on her face.

“The head nurse said you could show me,” he explained. “I promise I didn’t want to impede upon your work, you know I have much respect for you and what you do. I just… well, y’see I feared I really would need medical attention if I didn’t do as I was told.”

Looking back at the head nurse, her frown deepened and it was more than enough to dissuade you from arguing, because the message was loud and clear: come back when you’re rested and can be of use again.

Exhaling slowly through your nose, your lips pursed tightly together. Coming to the end of a long shift, it seemed you were losing your efficacy. What a frustrating revelation that was when you held your work to a standard that was not only high but perfectly achievable for you when you weren’t so wrung out.

“You’re probably right. We might even be in neighboring cots if we aren’t careful,” you mumbled.

“And what kind of gentleman would I be if I allowed that to happen? I suspect Floyd would beat me black and blue. So, let’s get you washed up and find something to eat.” He wrapped a careful arm around your waist so he could help you onto your aching feet. “A nice warm meal sounds real good now, don’t it?”

“Yeah, I s’pose so. Better than a knuckle sandwich anyways,” you concluded as you allowed him to usher you towards the only working sink in the building. “How long have y’all been here?”

“We just got in,” he said as you turned the water faucet on.

“Shift, you must be tired! Why don’t we get you settled in first? You must’ve been up since early morning, a nap should be calling your name right about now. I can grab you some food while I’m on my break,” you worried as you lathered soap onto your hands.

“No, it’s fine. Honestly, I’m putting all my hard training to work. I reckon if there’s anything I’m good for, it’s marching forward,” he joked, earning a begrudging smile from you before you splashed your face with a little water.

“You’re good for plenty of things. I don’t know a better shot or a kinder gentleman,” you lightly praised.

“And you’re far too kind, ma’am,” he chuckled, holding out a handkerchief that you were thankful to take to pat your hands and face dry.

With clean paws, you followed your old companion out of the hectic station and into the busy streets, leading the way down to the makeshift cafeteria. It did not escape your notice that his once large strides had gradually shortened, allowing you to keep better pace with him despite your slower step.

Peeking over at him, you were surprised when you caught him already looking your way. Both of you startled before sharing a shy little smile, uncertain what to say but happy for the familiar company.

Sitting atop the wooden fence, holding on tightly to your cup of coffee, you watched as war horses and supply trucks filtered in and out of the town, carrying supplies and men to their destination. It was so strange how quickly this had all become your normal. You recalled that just last year, you had watched in awe as a tank rolled down your hometown’s main street, handsome soldiers in their freshly pressed uniforms sitting atop the massive hunk of metal as they waved to the civilians. Now, you couldn’t help the nasty twisting feeling in your stomach whenever you saw a new troop come marching in, worried the dwindling inventory wouldn’t be enough to patch up their injured.

“Hey,” Shifty called out, pulling you back into the moment as he returned from the mess hall, having gone back for seconds. His head tilted to the side, watching you closely. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“You can keep the penny, handsome. I was just thinking about work. I fear I’m something of a workaholic these days,” you confessed with a bitter smile, glancing down at your cup before looking back at him as he bent down to pluck a wildflower from the ground at your feet.

“I can’t say I’m not the same way, I feel like I’ve been living in this uniform for the past few months,” he joked as he tucked the blossom behind your ear.

You rolled your eyes at him as you begrudgingly smiled. “That’s probably ‘cause you have been.”

Shifty, despite all the changes and horrors, was still that peaceful moment before you pulled the trigger; the calm amidst chaos. He was all storybook gallantry and sweet honey wrapped up in a boyish smile, just as he had always been. His uniform jacket was as thoroughly lived in, just as darkened from the outdoors as any other man’s, yet he kept it nice and tidy.

“Darrell, do you ever wish you didn’t have to wear it? That uniform?” you asked, scooting over so he had room to properly lean against the fence, watching as he stared off into the distance just as you had.

‘How you wear your uniform impacts how people see you. I don’t want people thinking I’m unkempt and sloppy, it’s not a good look for a rifleman,’ he had once told you. And those words stuck with you, whispered in the back of your mind when you woke up everyday and tucked your hair beneath a scarf and carefully rolled your shirt cuffs up your forearms — ready to jump into action at the drop of a hat.

“No,” he admitted quietly, picking through the warmed can of food he held. “I think I should, it- it’s Hell. But then I get to thinking about the boys and the work we’re doing out there…”

Silence permeated the space between the two of you, disrupted only by the far off sound of men yelling orders or raucously singing and chatting. But you knew exactly what he meant.

For all the pain and pressure, it was better to be out there doing the work than sitting back home. You had watched the worrisome headlines and scoured over the obituaries when you were a civilian, and that useless feeling was the worst thing you could recall. It was worse than digging your fingers into a wound to fish for shrapnel, or smoothing a man’s hair back as you whispered how proud you were of him as he slowly slipped away from this mortal coil.

The worst thing you could be doing was nothing, nothing at all.

Reaching over, you gave his shoulder a little squeeze. And when he looked you in your eyes, a sense of kinship flowed between you.

He slipped his hand atop yours, and you both returned to quietly watching your surroundings. The most conversation you had for your little dinner was to ask if he wanted a sip of your coffee, or if you wanted some of his food. And when his tin ran empty and your cup was dry, he helped you down from the fence.

“Thank you… I really needed this, it was nice.”

“If you think that canned stuff is good, you should taste the fresh fish from back home,” he said, tucking his wooden spoon into his pocket for safe keeping.

“No, silly,” you laughed. “I meant thank you for having dinner with me. I enjoyed your company way more than the K-rations.”

“Oh, right!” He blushed. “I really enjoyed your company too.”

“Maybe we could have dinner again in the future… even if it’s not fish from back home,” you suggested, even if the possibility was unguaranteed - since either of you could be on the move at any given moment. But it was nice to pretend and daydream sometimes, to have something positive to look forward to someday.

Brightening up, he gave an enthusiastic nod. “Yeah, I don’t know when the company is moving out again, but maybe Floyd can join us next time.”

As much as you adored Floyd Talbert, he hadn’t exactly been in mind when asking Shifty out. You already knew that if he tagged along next time, you’d have to suffer through Floyd’s knowing stare the whole time — the go-getting ladykiller’s payment of choice for you letting this whole charade continue as long as you had.

It was for the benefit of everyone involved if you were honest with Shifty about how you truly felt. As scary as it was, you weren’t certain how much longer your heart could handle all the longing glances and stolen touches… nor were you sure how much longer Floyd would tolerate third wheeling before he imploded. You could even hear his voice now: ‘what about Shifty could possibly scare you, Li’l Miss Tough Stuff? You like him, go get him!’

“That’d be nice, right?” Shifty said, interrupting your thoughts with all of his usual patience when you hadn’t answered him right away.

Swallowing thickly, you realized your imagined Floyd had a good point. What were you scared of? This was Shifty you were talking about, when had he ever been cruel? His good temperament could very well earn him sainthood for how often he extended kindness to anyone and everyone.

Looking into his warm eyes now, the Earth came to a slow stop, pausing on its axis as you slowly inhaled. Gone was the noisy chatter. Gone was the hectic shuffle of vehicles. It was only you and Shifty with his sweet dimpled smile.

“Hey Shift, what if I said I wanted to have dinner with just the two of us?” you asked, slingshotting the world back into motion and so returned the chaos and noise, and the heavy thudding of your nervous heart.

Shifty’s brow raised in turn, opening and closing his mouth like a fish as he fumbled for his words. “I-! Well, I suppose that would be fine too.”

“Like a date?” You clarified, standing your ground now that you had made the leap of faith. You had to see this through or regret it for the rest of your life.

“Yeah,” he breathed shakily. “Exactly like a date.”

Just five little words, and you couldn’t think of a time you had ever been happier. Butterflies danced in the pit of your stomach, and a rush of adrenaline had you ready to take on the world again.

“Perfect,” you grinned, stealing a kiss against his cheek before you passed him by, beginning the stroll back towards the aid station, trusting he would follow after you. “I’ll be sure to save up some candy bars for next time, and I think I can even trade some new stockings with a friend for some honey I know she has saved up.”

“You don’t have to do all that, it’s not like dining with me is a grand affair or something,” he told you, as modest as ever while he rubbed the back of his neck.

“No, it’s far better than a grand affair,” you corrected. It was stabilizing. It was like the first real breath of fresh air you’ve taken in months, and a snapshot of normalcy. As you both neared the aid station, you could already feel the lift in your mood.

“Are you sure? It’s just me, ya know?” he asked, still bewildered by the sudden turn of events.

“I wouldn’t want anyone else in the world,” you assured, nudging his arm with your shoulder as he caught up with you.

“Oh. Well, me neither… I mean you, not myself,” he clarified quickly, making you laugh and reassure him that you understood what he had meant.

Your knuckles brushed against his, making both of your faces warm; and then they grew even warmer as he quietly hooked his pinky finger around yours. The gesture was endearing, and perhaps the safest form of intimacy at the moment, able to keep your interlocked digits out of immediate sight behind the bag at his hip.

“I know I already said this, but I really did need this,” you said, needing to get everything off your chest. “I was so caught up in my head today, I’m glad you found me when you did. And before you say it’s nothing,” you paused just long enough to give him a knowing look, “I want you to know that it’s not nothing, Darrell. I can walk back into the station with my head held up, confident I can help people. You help me even when you’re just there for me, and I just want you to know that I’m not just being impulsive about my feelings towards you. I’m not just flattering you until someone else comes along, you’re it for me.”

It was everything you had ever wanted to tell him, and perhaps more, but you were glad to get it off of your chest if it meant Shifty wouldn’t doubt your earnestly desire to pursue him. As charming as his modesty was, you recognized that you had taken advantage of it in order to avoid confronting any future of your relationship together. You couldn’t keep doing that to him.

Shifty’s face burned a lovely rosy red as he processed your declaration. You told yourself it was fine if he needed time, days or weeks to verbalize everything he was feeling. Just knowing he had gracefully accepted everything you were would tide you over until then.

But then he abruptly stopped, your linked fingers bringing you to a halt just a step ahead of him. As he led you around the corner of the building, into a quiet little alleyway, you wondered if Shifty was like you.

The glimmer in his eyes were so familiar, so alive and so clear, they could only ever belong to someone who could live lifetimes in the synapses of choices, reveling in the sudden clarity. Taking your shoulders in his hands, Shifty gently guided you backwards until your back leaned up against the side of the brick building.

When he was satisfied you were comfortably tucked away from any prying eyes, he swallowed thickly and made his Adam’s apple bob visibly above his collar.

“I don’t have the eloquence to say exactly how my heart is feeling, and I can’t take you out on fancy dates right now or court you the proper way, but I’m not waitin’ on anyone else either. Darlin’, I want you to know it’s only you, and I want my actions to keep telling you that you’re the only one for me.”

“Is that a promise, paratrooper?” you asked, grabbing the front of his jacket to pull him closer against you, engulfing you in his soft scent. Your boldness made him swallow thickly, an action you couldn’t help but mirror when he took your hips into his tender grasp.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, tipping the Earth on its axis. But you’re steadied by the adrenaline rushing through your veins, and anchored by the brush of his nose against yours. “A promise I intend to keep.”

And that’s all it takes before you slip off the edge of the planet. Your fervored lips push against his, kissing him for all the times you wished you had and for all the times you’ll wish you could. Tomorrow was a mystery that kept no promises, but Darrell Powers did.

[latibvles]

I'm supposed to be studying for an exam right now, but you know I'm obsessed with your writing, so obviously I'm gonna send in requests instead 🤭 Can I humbly request Shifty x reader and complimenting them at random times? 💕

shifty powers is like "my wife" memes but without the infidelity he's just like . really in love with u man.

COMPLIMENTING AT RANDOM TIMES / send a gesture from this list!

There were several words to describe Shifty Powers. Humble, mild-mannered, kind; really no member of Easy ever had a bad thing to say about him. He was warm as could be. Strangers remembered him for his sharpshooting capabilities. Friends remembered him for his dutiful manner. You remember him as someone with a sincere, honeyed sentence always at the tip of his tongue — and it made you smile, every time, without fail.

“I like your hair.” he’ll murmur before gingerly tucking a loose strand behind your ear, all crooked-grin and flushed cheeks. “You smell good.” He’ll mutter into your neck absent-mindedly in the early hours of the morning. “Is that a new sweater? You look good.” A look up and down, harmless in nature, sincerity dripping from every single word.

And it hardly ever stops there — if Shifty’s eyes are good at anything, it’s at noticing the minor details. And that much, you learned quickly. If he could sing the praises of you, he’d probably be the leader of a choir. But he isn’t much of a church choir boy, so he elects to remark on the things that you do, the way that you are.

Sometimes, he reminds you of a school boy, the way his cheeks will occasionally flush or he’ll avert your gaze. It’s endearing in its own way, you’ve been together since the War’s end and he still gets so shy around you at times.

You feel his strong arms wrap around you from behind, and hear him let out a sigh of content as you put dishes away.

“You’re real’ good at that, y’know,” he mutters quietly. You can’t help but giggle, craning your head to look at him as he elects to bury his face in your neck.

“What?” you begin, reaching up to card your fingers through his hair. “Putting away dishes?”

He looks up at you, doe-eyed and goofy-grinned.

“Yeah. Something like that.”

[narwal-ed-in]

ARMY GLITTERATI - (Band of Brothers x Bimbo!Reader)

✨glitterati✨- /ˌɡlɪt̬.əˈrɑː.t̬i/ - 1940's slang for famous people, glamorous people, in the spotlight.

Summary: “You want to become a combat medic for the 101st?” “What, like it's hard?”

Warning: Period typical sexism, Fem reader, she/her pronouns, slight body shaming (not directed at reader). NO BETA READ. I WROTE THIS JUST NOW SO PLEASE DON'T EXPECT MUCH.

No disrespect to the real veterans of WW2, all my BoB fanfics are based on depictions by actors in the miniseries.

Borders by @plutism

BEFORE TACCOA

The war is raging and everyone is doing their part to help the men on the front.

For you, that mostly meant trying to look your best at all times, no matter how inconvenient the situation.

"Looking good is a ginormous part of the war effort, it's good for boosting troop morale. I saw it on a poster at the teaching hospital" You reasoned with your father after he complained about you buying another pair of shoes and some expensive vanishing creams.

"Darling, I think they meant that we should all keep our appearances up, not buy out our local department stores"

"Oh my god daddy, you're suffocating me! I'm just doing my part by looking nice..." you glare at your father in his work clothes and eye him with a grimace "...and clearly you're not"

When you get a telegram informing you that you've been selected to participate in a program that aims to send female medics into combat you jump on it.

This is going to be so much fun.

"I'm going to be the talk of the town when everyone finds out. Not even Reverend Smiths boring old story about dying for ten minutes in a car crash and seeing Jesus will be able to outdo this!"

Your supervisors at the hospital are shocked that you've been chosen, seeing as you're not the sharpest knife in the drawer.

You had once walked out of an operation because it was bloody and you were wearing white (all the nurse uniforms are white).

You hoped you wouldn't be assigned to the army or the airforce.

The army is too basic, and if you were stuck on an airbase somewhere then nobody would be able to see how fab you always were.

The navy was your goal, their uniforms were sooo cute, you were just dreaming of all the ways you could style it.

It's just your luck when you get assigned to airborne.

"THIS BLOWS! I'm in the two most unglamorous branches at the same time"

After your initial breakdown you realized it wasn't that bad. If you were jumping out of planes it just meant that your hotness would have a bigger audience since it would literally be raining down from the sky.

"When the Germans see all this falling from the sky, they're going to flip their friggin wigs! AHHHH"

CONNECTING WITH EASY

You're assigned to Easy company and meet the men a few months into their training at Camp Toccoa.

You show up randomly in the middle of the day.

Although the men had been told a woman would be joining them and they had been expecting you, they hadn't been expecting YOU.

You were a ditzy thing and looked like you’d jumped out of one of their pin up postcards. The brass surely couldn't expect them to put their lives in your hands.

"I'm sooo happy to meet everyone. You know, the other girls in the program are such massive liars, they said airborne was where all the uggos went, but that's so not true. After all, I'm here"

You always woke up an hour earlier than the rest of Easy so you would have time to put your face on.

It was one of your tenets to never be seen by anyone outside of family without makeup on, or with your curlers in.

Malarkey, Skip, Penkala, Shifty, Bull, Christenson, Lip and Winters had all been kind to you from the beginning, expecting nothing in return.

But some of the guys had other ideas.

George was one of the men that befriended you initially. And although he did have the ulterior motive of getting it on with you, he eventually stuck around because he actually liked you.

You guys have great play-flirting banter and you're both very entertaining people to be around, especially when you're drunk.

On the rare nights anyone gets passes they want to be around you and George because they know that's where the funs at.

You get sloppy drunk with George, flirt with men from Easy and other companies all night, then end up with your shoes off at 3am, sitting on the curb and crying about one of your ex boyfriends.

Perconte was one of your original detractors but when you found yourselves making the same brain dead comments about obvious things, you both decided to put your two half braincells together to form the singular braincell you share between yourselves.

Talbert was trying to get into your pants instantly. Nobody was surprised.

But just like George he grew to be genuinely fond of you.

What was surprising was Joe Toye taking you under his wing.

Toye could see that you were absolutely clueless and the worst part was, you had no idea.

Toye couldn't bear the agony of watching you skip around camp with your happy-go-lucky attitude, harping on about celebrity gossip nobody cared about.

"Y/N!" Toye yelled as you all got dressed to run Currahee "Why the hell is your PT shirt pink?!"

"Isn't it just the most gorgeous thing you've ever seen, Joe? I put a red handkerchief in with my laundry. Cosmo said carnation pink is the color of the summer"

Huffing and puffing, Toye took out one of his spare shirts and forced you to wear it.

"And when you give it back, it better not be fucking 'flamingo pink'" Toye said.

"Oh honey, this isn't 1939, flamingo pink is so over. I wouldn't be caught dead in that. You know, Joe, sometimes I feel like you don't care about fashion at all" You scoff at his cluelessness as you walk out.

Joe Toye is secretly your best friend in the company.

Toye taking you in meant Gaurnere and Johnny Martin had to be around you, much to their chagrin.

They didn't want some girl hanging off of them.

You win Gaurnere's respect when you coach him on what to write to his girlfriend back home to assure her that he's serious about their relationship when she began doubting his intentions.

And you win Johnny's respect when you help him find the most romantic gift for his wife for valentines day.

"Y'know, back home they call me the love doctor...Well, they used to, before I told Betsy Kline that Rob Jones was her soulmate but then he left her at the altar to elope with his housekeeper"

Sobel despised you from the moment he laid eyes on you.

Not wearing your red lipstick everyday was torture, but you had to stick to natural colours so Sobel wouldn't be able to tell what you had on.

He tried with everything in his power to get you kicked out, but much to everyones surprise, you kept up extrordinarily well with the men when it came to physical training.

"I do a lot of Pilates. It's really good for flexibility and helps you keep a positive outlook so you're not be such a 'negative nancy' all the time. Some of you could really use it. Some more than others..." you said as you side-eyed Skinny who just looked around incredulously

Eventually most of the men come to consider you a friend and a confidante since you give remarkably sound relationship advice.

"It's like sooo hard being the smartest person and the hottest catch in this camp at the same time"

The hardest nuts to crack in your immediate friend group end up being Leibgott, Cobb and Doc Roe, all for different reasons of course.

Leib was snide and arrogant and spoke to you like you were a silly little girl.

He didn't shy away from telling you how dumb he thought you were to your face.

Your relationship eventually becomes friendly but he will still be mean occasionally.

He always ends up apologising though and feels really bad when he makes you cry (the other guys nearly bite his head off whenever this happens).

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, stop being a baby already. I said I was sorry" Lieb said to you as you cried into your pillow.

"You can say sorry to me, Joey, but how are you going to tell Rita Hayworth you're sorry for saying nobody cares about her nighttime face washing routine?" You spoke inbetween sobs.

"I ain't saying sorry to Rita because I ain't sorry I said it. I stand by what I said. Nobody cares how some broad washes up at night"

"You take that back! That routine saved my life" You jumped up, pointing an accusing finger at the man.

"How the fu-"

"You're a horrible, horrible man Joseph Leibgott"

"Oh put a sock in it" Leib rolled his eyes, making you cry even harder.

Toye, ever protective of you, had enough "I swear to god Leibgott, leave that girl alone!"

Cobb was just straight up cruel to you and made sure you always knew "your place".

Roe didn't seem particularly close to anyone.

But as you all of you went into the more specialised aspects of your training and you and Roe spent more time together, he found himself looking out for you.

You were sitting alone on the grass after everyone had groaned and walked off the moment you started talking about an article you read in a magazine.

You sigh sadly, pulling at the grass when a shadow falls over you.

Bringing up a hand to block the sun you finally recognize who it is. It's Eugene Roe.

"I, uh, I was wondering if I could sit with you?" he asked.

You nodded excitedly and he took a seat beside you in the grass.

"What was it you were telling the others?"

You gasped "You really want to know?"

"I guess…"

Doc had seen everyone walk away, and although he didn't care much for mindless conversation, he knew talking to people meant a lot to you and had come over to cheer you up.

Without missing a beat you began one of your famous tirades.

By the end of your first year in Toccoa you end up finding your place.

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