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mads-weasley · 2 years

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Break the Distance

Eugene Roe x Medic!Reader

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A/N: Merry Christmas @multifandomlover01!!! I hope you like this! I tried my best to write for your 2nd request. Sorry if it's not what you were hoping for. Although I wish I did, I don't own any of these characters other than (y/n).

Summary: (Y/n) becomes very distant in the Ardennes and Eugene tries to reach her before she fades away forever.

Warnings: mentions of death, blood, depression, violence, with some sweet fluff at the end!

(y/n) - your name

(y/l/n) - your last name

(y/n/n) - your nickname

(y/e/c) - your eye color

Eugene Roe was startled awake by the all to familiar sound of chaos and whistles from incoming shells. Immediately, he reached to his right for only source of warmth in the blistering cold of the Ardennes forest. To his dismay, all he grasped was snowflakes in the wind. His thoughts were consumed with different scenarios that could have happened. The only thing that would calm him was to have her with him.

"(Y/n)!" He yelled, standing to his feet in their foxhole.

"Doc!" someone yelled, "Get back in your foxhole!"

Before he could respond, the first shell came in contact with the frozen ground, shaking everything in the vicinity. Stubbornly, Roe took a step out of his hole in search of his partner.

"(Y/n/n)! Whe-" he called out into the chaos, but was cut off by a nearby explosion. Shielding his face, he was forced to retreat from his mission, instead, taking cover in his foxhole. The Cajun medic pushed his helmet to his head as he flattened himself to the ground. Once again, his thoughts wandered back to his missing friend. Well, friend wouldn't quite fully cover what his fellow medic meant to him. She was the only, or one of the only, things that kept him going day in and day out. Since Toccoa, they had become friends through their medic training and surviving Sobel's wrath together. He didn't know what he would do without (y/n). She was his best friend, partner, and since Holland, they had actually been dating.

As the barrage stopped, he Lip's voice cut the fresh silence.

"Everyone okay?"

A chorus of "yeahs" and "yes sirs" could be heard coming from the surrounding foxholes. After a few minutes spent waiting for the second wave of attack that never came, Roe jumped out of his hole and onto the frozen ground. He went from foxhole to foxhole looking for (y/n). When he got to Grant and Talbert, they had some information for him.

"Have you seen (y/l/n)?" Roe asked, crouching above the hole.

"Yeah, Doc. She was walkin' towards CP when the the shelling started."

Without another word, Gene crouched and started in that direction. On the way to the company CP, he asked Luz, Babe, and Perconte if they'd seen (y/n), but to his dismay, they hadn't. Picking up his pace, he was almost to CP when he saw a familiar head of (y/h/c) sticking up from a nearly foxhole. He about slipped on the snow from taking off towards her so quickly. As he approached, he realized something was wrong. Her face was void of emotion and her eyes were vacant, staring at the frozen ground in front of her. Another thing that concerned him was her lack of a helmet. It wasn't anywhere in sight, and in the past, the young medic had always had it on her head or an arm's length away at all times.

Gene decided to gently slide into the foxhole next to her. Even as he gently put his arm around her shoulder, she did not acknowledge his presence. He knew the symptoms. He would not lose her to this.

"(Y/n)."

No response. He put his hand on her shoulder.

"(Y/n/n)."

Nothing.

Shaking her shoulder slightly, he continued to repeat her name. After a few seconds, she blinked repeatedly and slowly turned towards the Cajun, still wearing the dazed expression.

"Gene?"

He let out a imperceptible sigh, "Yeah, doll. It's me. How ya' doin?"

"Fine. Cold." She turned away from him, instead looking towards the German lines which were far through the trees ahead of them. Gene knew this was not a truthful answer, but he didn't push.

"You gave me a scare earlier. I woke up and you weren't next to me. I didn't know where you were."

Her voice became small and meek, "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I just couldn't sleep."

"It's okay, (y/n/n). I'm not mad."

In the distance, Gene heard the familiar cry for a medic, so he quickly said a regretful goodbye and ran towards the call. Luckily, it was nothing serious. Some replacement had accidentally hit his foot with a shovel while digging his foxhole. Even though her intended to return to (y/n) after he took care of the man, he found himself busy with getting supplies from Dog Company and other medic tasks. Yes, she was a medic too, but Eugene wanted to give her a little break. Everything was starting to get to her, and he could tell.

As he stayed busy the next few days, he didn't see much of (y/n), even though they were foxhole partners. He grew more concerned with her well-being with each hour she wasn't with him. The young man had seen what could happen to grown men when the war started to get to them. By the end, they had become mere shells of the people they once were, and that's what scared him the most.

(Y/n) (y/l/n) was one of the most selfless, kind, funny, loyal, and hard-working people he had ever met. It was what made him fall in love with her. If she became fully shell-shocked and numb to the world, her warm personality would surely be gone. It could also lead to worse things later on, as well. He decided to finally do something about it when Heffron approached him about her. They had been in line waiting for Joe Domingus' beans when Babe spoke to Gene about it.

"I'm worried about (y/l/n), Gene. She ain't talking to nobody, and she ain't eating. Oh, and she only comes out of her hole to piss."

That was what he was afraid of. With a simple "thanks" to Babe, he got his beans and made his way to her hole. From about 10 feet away, he watched her to see how she was doing. The dazed look from days prior had not left her face. With a heavy heart and a sigh, he started towards the hole. He slid in next to her, but this time, although she was just staring off again, she cut him a glance. He took this as a good sign.

"Hey. You eaten anything?" He asked softly, moving his cup of beans in front of her.

"Not hungry."

"You've gotta eat, sweetheart."

Quickly spinning to face him, she snapped at him angrily. "I said I'm not hungry, Gene! Leave me alone!"

The medic's eyes widened at the outburst as he took back the cup. He had never seen her act that way in his 3 years knowing her. His worst fear once again came to mind. Biting his lip, he looked straight ahead. A small and broken voice pulled him from his stare.

"I'm sorry, Gene. I-," her voice wavered as tears filled her eyes, "I'm just so tired. Of war... the cold...."

She was silent for a moment before a muffled sob left her mouth, making Eugene's heart drop into his stomach. He slid his arm around the girl, rubbing her shoulder softly.

"I can't take it anymore. I can't see another one of my friends bleeding out. Joe and Bill-," she cried, turning into his shoulder. "How do you do it?"

He looked down at her in his arms. "It's hard, but I have to remember why we're fighting. We can't give up. We have to do this for them. I do it for you."

Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss to her hairline as he continuing to speak. "If not for them, do it for me. I don't think I could do this without you there beside me."

(Y/n) looked up at him doe eyed through wet lashes.

"I love you, (y/n), and I refuse to lose ya like we lost Buck. I just- I won't. I can't."

After Toye and Guarnere had been hit, Buck was the one to find them. He had the all too familiar blank look and wasn't able to function at all. They had to send him off the line and to the Aid Station. Gene said it was "trench foot," but everyone knew what it really was. The last thing he wanted to do was send the love of his life away. Sure, it would mean she was far from the action, but he also knew how terrible the hospitals really were on the men.

"I want to go home." she whispered.

"Me too," he started. "Try and think about it this way. With every day that passes, you're one day closer to going home."

"What are you going to do when.... if we get home?" Her correction was a realistic one.

"When we get home, I'm gonna introduce you to my Mama. Then I got 4 words I wanna ask ya." He then realized he hadn't asked her if she wanted to go home with him. "Well, I-only if yo-"

"Of course I want to go home with you. One day closer to Mrs. Roe, huh. I think I can make it through for that."

"One day."

Her eyes furrowed in thought. "You said 'Buck.' You never use nicknames. He would've thought that was funny."

"Oh no. Don't tell Edward."

The couple had matching smiles on their faces; the first real smile they'd had in a long time. Eugene's heart was beating wildly after seeing the girl's personality come out for the first time in weeks. She snuggled up next to him and laid on his chest the best she could in the small hole.

"I love you, too. And I'm not gonna leave you. This is all I need to be okay: some quality Gene time.... and maybe a kiss."

The young man leaned down to answer her request and right after their lips met for a kiss, she pulled away. "Can we visit Philly? And Reading? That's where Joe's from."

Gene just chuckled. "Of course."

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nixoninc · 2 years

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I Had A Nightmare, Can You Stay With Me Tonight? (Bull Randleman x Reader)

Dear @tvserie-s-world Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas from your Secret Santa! Hope you enjoy this piece inspired by your prompts. It's the first proper writing I've ever done and I had a lot of fun with it - would love to know what you think x

You and Bull had fought together in the same platoon all through the war, you had been partners and together through all the close calls. He was always the one you’d rely on in the platoon - whether it was Sobel trying to get a rise out of you during training, panic before mounting the plane on D-Day, or just mental and physical fatigue at the end of the day - Bull was always there to prop you up, offering reassuring words in his gorgeous drawl to help get you through it.

When Bull was missing during Market Garden, you tried not to show how much you cared but it was during that time you realised the true extent of your feelings for him went beyond just friendship. You were always impressed by his strength, his solid stature in the company and leadership qualities. Whilst initially trying to pass these feelings off as admiration and friendship, you couldn’t deny your magnetism to him any longer.

The ETO wasn’t the most romantic place to reveal your feelings, so you kept them hidden. You told yourself it would pass, that this was nothing more than a crush, but really were always just waiting for the right moment to tell him. In Bastogne, you shared a foxhole. In Haguenau, he supplied you with warm drinks and made sure you got enough to eat when you and Lipton came down with pneumonia. In Germany, he held you and wiped away your tears after the stress and horror finally go to you and the whole company.

In Austria you felt more calm, more at peace. You were in a better place and sometimes you’d get the feeling Bull was watching you, not just in a protective friend way, but with longing in his beautiful blue eyes. That day you snapped yourself out of it - you’re a woman who jumps out of planes for Pete’s sake. You conquered Normandy, Carentan - survived Sobel let alone the Bois-Jacques - lost some of your closest friends only to get jittery over what… a boy??

You and Bull were billeted together the day you found out the war was over. After a long night of celebration with all your friends in the company (and having drunk a fair amount of shared liquor from Goering’s cellar), you stumbled along the cobblestoned path together towards your shared shelter. You were sharing an easy conversation when you reached the doorway, you bodies naturally leaning into each other's. You could feel warmth radiating from beneath his uniform and your insides went gooey when he placed a hand on your arm softly - he always moved so softly, so carefully, as if you were a wild animal that might bolt off any second. You stopped breathing for a moment as you gazed up at him through your lashes, registering one of his large hands coming up to rest on your cheek, offering a sweet caress before leaning his forehead against yours and breathing out deeply. This moment felt electric, charged with years of longing and tension and unspoken words.

You weren't sure how you stood there, entranced and stock still, before he pulled back, dropping his hand but lacing his fingers through yours for just a minute before walking through the doorway into his room for the night. You stood in disbelief for a few minutes before stumbling into bed yourself. You tried strategising how best to tell Bull how you felt. You had heard rumblings about being sent over to the Pacific so what was there to lose? Though your mindset was strong, you doubted your ability to create a grand enough gesture - a guy like Bull deserved more than a rambling declaration, in your eyes he deserved the whole world. That night fell asleep determined not to let another day go by without truly discovering whether he felt the same. Come hell or high water, you would tell him the truth and deal with the consequences.

However, that night you couldn’t sleep. You kept tossing and turning, trying to find comfort in sheets far too soft, with a pillow so unfamiliar where you were used to stubbornly hard ground. You tried to ground yourself by taking yourself back to Toccoa, to Currahee, to Aldbourne. To good times surrounded by your favourite people; to Bull. You remembered swaying together in a dimly-lit pub in Aldbourne the night before the jump into Holland. Remembered his arms surrounding you, guiding you around the tiny dancefloor other soldiers had made by throwing chairs out the way to twirl the English dames around the sticky floor. You closed your eyes and could still hear the wolf-whistles coming from Johnny and Bill Guarnere when Bull offered you his hand to dance. You blushed, but he just rolled his eyes as if he were used to it every day. He wasn't a natural dancer or particularly smooth, not like Nixon or Talbert, but boy did he know how to make a girl feel special. When he noticed your eyes roaming the room, filling with insecurity in the face of the beautiful young women in pretty dresses and perfectly raised stockings, he pulled you tight like you were the most precious thing in the world to him. And that was Bull in a nutshell - determined to making you see your worth, to never let a moment go by where he had to see you sad. You drifted to sleep still spinning in his arms.

Your dreams were filled with visions of white, red and black. Of bodies strewn across the frozen ground. Of visceral shouts commanding you keep moving, keep your head up, breathe. Breathe. Breathe. *Breathe*.

“Breathe Y/N, breathe”

You woke suddenly covered in a cold sweat. You jolted from your curled position in the bed only to hit something soft on the way up. With so many thoughts clouding your mind, you looked up to see Bull’s calm face hovering over you, shushing you and petting your hair.

“Hey there darlin’, that’s better, atta’ girl."

You stared into his eyes, unable to form words - he stared back into yours.

Suddenly you were overcome with affection for this beautiful, strong, compassionate man above you. So much so that you started to hyperventilate as a result of the rollercoaster of emotion surging through you in mere seconds.

“Alright, alright honey. That’s alright, just breathe slowly. Slow down, slow just like me. Shh, look at me darlin’. *Nice and easy, nice and slow*, see. Ah hell, is it alright if I -“

He cut himself off to get into a position on the bed to lie next to you and pull your body tight against his. “Let me know if you’re not comfortable Y/N, but I heard Luz foolin’ around with the guys sayin’ how this was the best way to help with night tremors. Now I don’t know if he was just messin’ around, trying to score points with the frauleins or whatnot but-"

“Bull”, you interrupted his ramblings.

He gazed down at you, “Yeah Y/N”

As you locked eyes again, you realised that what you initially took as composure, was actually panic in my Bull’s eyes. While you thought he was calm and solid as a rock, on the inside he was actually shaking himself; fearful - either from rejection or from the shared knowledge of how terrifying the nightmares could be.

Without knowing how best to communicate yourself, you simply tucked yourself further into his body, pulling his large, burly arms you always loved around yourself. He instinctively tightened them around your middle, sending an instant warmth and calmness through your body. “I had a nightmare… can you stay with me tonight?” you mumbled against the rumbled fabric covering his broad shoulder.

You felt Bull tense for a split second, before relaxing his body all at once against you and let out a heavy sigh of relief. “Of course darlin’, was hoping you’d ask”. Placing a soft kiss on your forehead to emphasise his position on the matter.

At last you felt fully at peace. The most peaceful you’d felt probably since before the war broke out. Worrisome thoughts left your mind as you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to fully lean into this gorgeous man and let yourself feel happy. As you began to drift off, you remembered your promise of telling Bull the next time you saw him, but saw no reason to disturb this tender moment. Moments like this were so hard to come by recently, for every and all soldiers in the army. Your heart felt full and the future shone with promise of what lay ahead for the two of you. Tomorrow you’d both admit your love to each other, but that night you and Bull had the best night’s sleep you’d had for a long time.

#hbowarsanta21 #band of brothers #bull randleman #bull randleman x reader #happy holidays to everyone involved

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onlyyouexisthere · 2 years

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Hey @incorrectbandofbrothersquotes it’s me, your Secret Santa :) Here’s my gift to you, I hope you like it 💕 Merry Christmas! 🎄

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robertaramayo · 2 years

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“...and if some god shall wreck me in the wine-dark deep, even so I will endure, with a heart within me patient of affliction. For already have I suffered full much, and much have I toiled in perils of waves and war; let this be added to the tale of those.”

- The Odyssey by Homer

HBOWARDAILY SECRET SANTA ⇝ happy holidays to @onlyyouexisthere [1/2]

#hbowarsanta21 #hbowardaily #perioddramaedit #bobedit #bandofbrothersedit #hbowaredit #band of brothers #onlyyouexisthere #m:gifs #my friend suggested the odyssey so if you don’t like it I’ll let her know lmaoooo #but no seriously i hope you like part 1 & happy holidays!!

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multifandomlover01 · 2 years

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I Have Always Loved You (Joe Liebgott x Reader)

1st HBO War 21 Secret Santa gift for @how-are-those-nuts-sarge

Merry Christmas! I’m your Secret Santa!

This was the first prompt:

1. Anything friends to lovers or initial-dislike-to-lovers with a character x reader/OC, preferably with a happy ending

I decided to do a Joe Liebgott x reader since I have more experience with writing for x reader and I don’t really have any OCs.

There are mentions of the reader being female (because I mostly based it off of myself, but I did try to be mindful about descriptive words; and so I don’t really think there are any specific descriptions of reader other than female)

Word count: ~1.9k (wow, look who got a little carried away!)

Key: Y/N/N = Your nickname

Warnings: injuries (although nothing graphic is described), some mild language (swearing), betting (gambling), I guess, potentially bad grammar, and probably a crappy attempt at fluff

Disclaimer: I do not own Band of Brothers. I do not own any of the characters from Band of Brothers that are depicted. I do not own any scenes from Band of Brothers that are depicted (sometimes verbatim from the episode/script). I am not claiming to own any of these things. All credits go to the appropriate people such as executive producers, actors, writers, directors, script editors, etc.

I really hope you enjoy it!

P.S.: I’ve never really shared anything I’ve written publicly like this before (so apologizes for any sloppy writing (I formatted this weirdly, I feel) or OOC Liebs, also, tropes such as friends-to-lovers isn’t really something I’ve had experience with writing, so sorry if it kind of sucks), but I really do enjoy writing and have gotten positive feedback from those I have let read my writing, so I wanted to do this Secret Santa thing and I’ve really enjoyed writing for your prompts. And I really hope you like it!

Being a female paratrooper wasn’t exactly the easiest thing in the world. But you did the best you could. And you excelled when everyone thought you’d fail. The training was brutal, but you got through it. Something you excepted you’d also have to deal with was the men you were training alongside. At first, a lot of them didn’t accept you. But they eventually came around when they saw how dedicated you were. And a lot of them flirted with you. Especially Tab and Liebgott. After a while of showing absolutely no interest in him and being obviously annoyed by him, Tab laid off the flirting.

But Joe did not. He persisted despite you showing no interest in him and being annoyed by him. He sat with you at meals and chatted you up. He basically wouldn’t leave you alone for most of training.

But you slowly got used to his presence since it was clear he had no intention of leaving you alone. And he eventually stopped flirting with you all the time and you actually started to get to know and like each other a bit. And it soon got to the point where neither of you would leave the other alone and it was unclear which of you was the bigger annoyance to the other.

You’d hang out all the time. You’d still eat meals together. You’d help each other out.

And Joe became very protective of you. You joked with him often about him being jealous and since he wasn’t your boyfriend, he had no say in what you did with whom. He’d play it off every time and say he wasn’t jealous (he totally was) and how he just cared about you and didn’t want to see you get hurt. You knew it was BS. He did too.

In combat, his concern and care for you only grew. He insisted you two always share a foxhole so he always knew where you were and could keep you safe.

You, along with practically everyone else, always joked about how he was with you even though he actually wasn’t (he just acted like he was). He still insisted, for the longest time, that he was just concerned about his friend.

Of course he initially flirted with you because he thought you were gorgeous. And you were the only girl around. But then he got to know you and like you for who you really were, and as a friend. He pushed whatever feelings he might have had down deep inside of him. But they were always there.

And although he was annoying at first, when you really got to know him, as a friend, you started to really like him too. But you tried to suppress your feelings as best as you could.

You two were friends and as far as either of you knew, that’s all the other thought of you as.

That was all until Bastogne when you almost died when an artillery shell went off near you. You caught some shrapnel in the shoulder, but Doc Roe was able to patch you up pretty well. But it really was a close one. If that shell had landed any closer, you’d have been a goner.

Joe kind of started to panic after that. He refused to let you out of his sight. This incident had proven what he always thought was just simply not true: you were as vulnerable to death as the rest of them. He had refused to believe that anything could happen to you before that point.

You went through a similar, but smaller, panic in Holland when Joe had gotten hit. But you felt better when he got better. You still feared what else might happen, though. The war was a funny thing. Death was all around you. But you never think anything can happen to you. Until it does.

You tried to reassure Joe that you were completely fine and absolutely going to live, so he could stop mothering you. And he did eventually back off, but only after much hounding from Roe and yourself.

He started to distance himself from you a little bit in Haguenau. At first you wondered why and were quite offended. But then you realized after what had happened to both of you, he didn’t want to be reminded that either or both of you could die and that would be just about the worst thing that could ever happen. But it was a bit difficult to avoid someone who was in the same platoon as you and whose bed was in the same bunk as yours. But you two simply just didn’t talk to each other despite having to see each other and hear the other sleep (and by that I mean you have to hear Joe snore).

By the time you got to Germany, the war seemed to be coming to a close and you all felt a hell of a lot safer than you’d been for the past year or so. Joe came to find you one day where you were staying. You opened the door and the biggest smiled erupted on both of your faces.

“Hi.”

“So, uh, how have you been?”

“How have I been? How have I been?! Joseph David Liebgott, you haven’t talked to me in months! How do you think I’ve been?!”

“Well, I dunno. I haven’t talked to you in a few months, that’s why I’m asking.”

You hit him in the arm.

“Ow! What was that for?!”

“For being an idiot.”

“Yeah, but you love me anyway, right?” A stupid grin adorned his face.

You didn’t answer right away. You both loved each other. But neither of you knew whether it was still platonic or if it was now romantic. And neither of you had ever said the word love in relation to the two of you.

“Yes,” you finally answered, “I do love you anyway. Even, and maybe especially, when you’re an idiot. I love you all the time. I always have.”

You were both equally shocked by the confession. You didn’t expect to just say that. Not like this. And he sure as hell wasn’t expecting it at all.

“Really? You...you love me all the time and you always have?”

“Yes,” it’s not like you regretted confessing your love to him, no, not at all. You just weren’t expecting to be having this discussion now and you had no idea how he’d react. And you certainly weren’t going to try to back out of it no matter how badly you wanted to. It was true. Why would you tell the truth and then lie about it? It’s not like he would’ve let you get away with it anyway.

“Well, that’s great!”

“It is?”

“Well, yeah, because I’ve always loved you, too. Why do you think I wouldn’t stop flirting with you when we first met? And why do you think I stuck around after the flirting? And why do you think you getting hurt sent me into such a panic? I thought I was gonna lose you, Y/N/N! And...and I just couldn’t bear the thought of that!”

Joe was crying now. You had never seen him cry before. You instinctively hugged him. It was a weak hug at first because you didn't know how he'd receive it. But he immediately wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you tightly. He laid his head atop yours. He brought one of his hands into your hair.

“I love you so much it hurts sometimes,” he whispered into your hair before kissing your head.

You didn’t respond. You didn’t need to. You and Joe just stood there in each other's arms for a while until him had calmed down.

He let go of you. He held your face in his hands and looked you in the eyes with so much love it almost made you want to cry.

“I love you, so, so much. I never want to lose you.”

“I don’t want to lose you, either,” you choked out. You’d be lying if you said him getting hit in Holland hadn’t scared you more than you let on.

Joe leaned in and kissed you. It was like all of the pent up emotions he felt for you were being channeled into this one, first kiss that the two of you were sharing. You melted into it and kissed back. Neither of you knew how long it had been before you needed air and had to pull apart. And you two couldn’t stop smiling.

“So, we’ve got a lot of time to make up for, don’t we?” Joe joked.

“I suppose we do.” You agreed.

“What should we do first?”

“I don’t know. What would you like to do first?”

“Well, I suppose we should have a first date...”

“Doesn’t a first date traditionally come before the first kiss?” You asked.

“Well nobody said we had to do things in order.”

“There isn’t anybody to tell us what to do because we haven’t told anybody yet!”

“Yeah, but you know they all already knew we liked each other, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“All the way back in training, I heard a lot of the guys betting on who would confess first and when it would happen. I think Frank owes George 50 bucks now because you confessed first.”

“Well, I guess that sucks for Frank. I guess I’m gonna have to apologize to him.”

“Yeah, I guess it does. But why would you have to do that?”

“Well if he’s gonna be out 50 bucks because of me, I feel kinda bad.”

“Why the hell would you feel back about confessing how you feel? Didn’t it turn out pretty alright for you?”

“Of course it did,” you punched him lightly in the arm, “but it’s not as if I was planning on doing it at that time to spite Frank. It kinda just happened. It’s not my fault.”

“Actually, I think Toye owes Bill 50 bucks because you waited this long to confess. Someone’s gonna have to tell him and I, uh, I don’t think he’ll be too happy.”

“Huh?”

“See, Frank owes George 50 bucks because you confessed. Toye owes Bill 50 bucks because the confession happened so late. And I think Lt. Welsh owes Captain Nixon 100 bucks because you confessed so late.”

“Ok...I have...several questions. The first of which is, why do you know so much about all of this?”

Joe shrugged.

“I eavesdrop a lot, I guess.”

“Snoop.”

“Alright, that’s one question.”

“Right. the second one is...exactly how many bets were made on the two of us.”

“Three.”

“And what were the bets?”

“Who would confess, when it would be, and who would confess when.”

“Separate and then together?”

“Yes.”

“And the officers were in on it?”

“Just Welsh and Nixon, I think.”

“Why were so many people invested in us?”

Joe shrugged again.

“Hell if I know.”

“Oh, so that you don’t know.”

“Hey! I don’t know everything.”

“You sure act like you do.”

“Oh, you love me anyway.”

“Didn’t we...just go through this?”

“We did.”

“And?”

“You love me anyway. You always have.”

“That’s right.”

“And I,” he began as he gently grasped shoulders, “have always loved you.”

He kissed your head. You smiled up at him and he smiled back down at you (sorry if you’re the same height/taller).

Maybe accidentally confessing your feelings for Joe wasn’t such a bad thing for you. Well...it definitely wasn’t for you, Joe, George, Bill, and Nixon. But it was a bad thing for Frank, Toye, and Welsh.

Oh well.

It was worth it. Because hey, no one told them to bet on Joe confessing earlier.

-The End-

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now-im-a-belieber · 2 years

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christmas after all

ronald speirs x reader

a/n: surprise! @softspeirs im your secret santa! thanks to @hbowardaily this was such fun! i hope you’ll enjoy this gift and your christmas time is an absolute blast!

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The world turned fast and violently, and you grew to find yourself mixed up in a war at too young of an age. But like some sick joke, the holidays did not halt. They still approached as the calendar pages turned, and the day before Christmas was spent all too unceremoniously. You weren’t expecting fanfare in the middle of this battlefield of course. But deep down inside of your spirit, an innocent hope remained; that since the holidays were still dawning despite wartime, that somehow, it might feel like it.

Of course this seemed silly to realize. Hope was never useful in times like now. During war, moments settled in your stomach and ached in your chest. Weather burned your skin and deadened your nerves. Your limbs grew heavy and your hearing seemed heightened. Nothing much caught your eye, until you saw Ron. And that was when the first bit of dangerous hope started to bubble toward the forefront of your system.

Ron was enigmatic, a walking contraction in some odd way you felt only you could understand; but the guy had hardly ever been near enough to you for any of your predictions to prove sound or sane. His passing glance left a breath caught in your throat. His presence brushing past yours left you with a burning desire to follow fast in his trail. But Ron never seemed to notice you noticing him… Until,

“Got a lighter?” He was right by your side out of the clear blue with his palm opened in your direction and his expectations waiting to be met. You clamored to find just the pocket your lighter had been hiding in, and you promptly handed the man the tool without another word exchanged.

The shared moment played on a loop in your subconscious; and left you with even more questions for the man who seemed fond of leaving the answers about himself and his reputation up for interpretation.

Time ticked on and Ron blended into the gradient of war time. He was a leader you were glad to follow. You would’ve been no matter what. And the thrill you let yourself feel when his eyes found yours through a crowd was sometimes the only warmth that you let spark through yourself, it kept you a little more alive.

So it was either a Christmas miracle or curse, the way you’d been assigned to the same duty- to sit, and watch the horizon (together), hours before the sacred holiday commenced.

The night was darkening around you, and the quiet seemed less threatening at hours like now. Even Germans needed their sleep. Even though you couldn’t really, you let yourself dream a little. Tomorrow was Christmas after all. But no one mentioned it, not as if it didn't matter but as if bringing up the potential mention of joy might spark extra doom upon you, a superstition.

But then, Ron did. He could, he was immune to so many of wars effects. He carried the fears of others and seemed to thrive that way. So you couldn’t say you were truly surprised when he softly wondered in a whisper, what Christmas was like where you came from. His gentle voice carried through your ears like a song and you could nearly hear the smile in his tone.

“We always go out and pick the perfect tree, one with a bit of charm, just the right size.” You recounted, gaze unfocused as your memory floated back to thoughts of the tradition.

“Which would you pick out, now?” The soldier wondered.

You turned to Ron to consider his expression, it was blank to the passing glance but you saw the wonder in his gaze and the smirk ghosting his lips. You smiled considering his features and then turned to notice the trees around you as if you’d never really noticed them before. They had loomed over you and kept you safe, and now they reminded you of home. Good thing, too, since they were the faux walls that made up the home your company had made in the middle of this winter. They were too tall and wide and storied to have fit through any home’s door, and too respectable to string with popcorn and lighted candles. But you picked the smallest of them, one that's branches seemed to reach toward where you sat as if to say ‘choose me.’ So you did.

“That one.” You nodded in your tree’s direction. Ron followed your gaze and only then did he let his grin show.

The two of you sat in shared quiet, glancing from the tree you’d pointed out back to the line far ahead from the foxhole you coward in now. Your mind had wandered to considerations further in the future beyond the holiday. Until Ron seemed to shift in his place at your side, and his peculiarly gentle voice rang in your ear once again.

“Merry Christmas.” The man held out a rolled up bit of fabric surly intended to bind a wound. A generous exchange in the middle of this frozen hell. But one that had not been prompted in the slightest.

“A bandage?” You wondered.

“Unravel it.” Your fingers brushed Ron’s as you took his offer that rolled open with the slightest guidance. A cold metal clunked into your lap, and you didn’t have to wonder any longer.

“My lighter.” You laughed, turning to hold Ron’s gaze yet again. He’d already been looking at you.

“I’ll think of a better gift next year.” He stated, making a blush burn your skin- because only he seemed able to bring you warmth in the bitter sting of winter.

“You’re a bold one, at long last.” You quirked a brow his way and couldn’t hide your stunned smile. He watched you all the same, the way he had been.

“I’d like to steal much more of your time and less of your things from now on.” The soldier declared, as the night stayed still around the pair of you, and snow drifted down from time to time. Because of Ron, it did feel like Christmas after all…

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softspeirs · 2 years

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Denial

For @savspersonalproperty aka @ask-you-what-sir for the @hbowardaily Secret Santa 2021! Author’s note: Merry Christmas from your Secret Santa! I hope you like what I came up with, and it’s been a delight talking to you over the last month. Summary: A character study after Foy, featuring Lipton, Speirs, and Luz. Speirs x Reader.

Every bone in your body aches. It’s something you don’t think you could ever be prepared for accurately, the way you feel like you’ve been hit by a train after every burst of combat, no matter how small.

The tension coursing through your body is enough to make your muscles scream in protest, but as you look around the small church, you can’t help it.

There are so many men missing. Gone.

The company is-- there’s no sugar coating it. The company is decimated. Too many good men are gone or wounded and there was absolutely nothing you could have done to help them.

“You should sit down.” A quiet voice to your right says. It’s not really a request, but he also stopped trying to give you orders a long time ago.

“You’re one to talk, Lip.” You reply wearily.

He drags a hand down his face, looking exhausted. “Are you hurt?”

“No more than anyone else.”

He nods. “I should help the Captain put a roster together, make sure he’s got his bearings.”

You scowl. “You should let someone else take charge for a bit, Lip.” You say it kindly, but firmly. The man has been taking on more than even the best soldier could reasonably handle for weeks. “How can I help?”

He sighs, but gestures for you to follow him.

“Captain Speirs,” he says when he settles in a pew, glancing over the man’s shoulder as he struggles to come up with a list of the men who still remained.

“Lipton.” He says, not unkindly. He meets your eyes briefly, and says your name quietly. You want to take offense, but you’re too exhausted. You’re used to being looked over, but this feels different. You think he must just be wondering why you’re here too. You’re important to the company, yes, but you’re not an officer.

Something catches his attention though, and he renews his gaze on your face, brows furrowing. “You’re bleeding.”

Your hand automatically reaches for your face, and Lipton frowns, bending his knees a little so he’s at eye level with you. “Go see Doc.”

Luz intercepts you on the way to the makeshift infirmary. “You’re bleeding.”

You sigh. “So I’ve been told.” You get a better look at him. He looks like shit, to put it mildly. You figure that everyone’s got the same look on their face - grief, barely able to be buried beneath the surface. Exhaustion. Pain.

He walks with you for awhile in silence and you’re grateful for his presence at your side. “So,” he says quietly, “What was that, back there?”

You wrinkle your nose. “What was what?”

“You and Speirs.”

You snort. “You mean when he barely acknowledged me and then sent me away?”

George waves a hand dismissively. “You know the only reason you’re not a Lieutenant by now is because you’re a woman. He’ll figure that out soon enough. But I meant the part before that.”

“Before that?” You stop, turning to face him.

“He was staring.”

“Oh, he was not.”

“He was.”

You replay every moment you can remember in your brief time of knowing Lieutenant Speirs -- Captain, you correct yourself. Thank god he had been there. Easy survived because of him.

There’s been small moments here and there when he’s greeted you and spoke with you, but it was out of politeness, you’re sure of it.

Although... you can remember the feeling of eyes on you when he was nearby. You just assumed it was passing interest, or dislike, even.

“I have to deal with this.” You say, gesturing at the bleeding cut on your forehead.

“Denial is the first step,” George says, with a shit-eating grin.

“I hate you,” you call back, before heading in to see Doc.

Speirs watches you go, his stomach twisted in a knot. He’s extremely aware of Lipton watching him. He clears his throat.

“Tell me about her. Her role,” he clarifies, but he already sees the small smirk that Lipton tries to hide.

“She’s one of our best with a rifle. Expert marksman. She’s good with her squad, too. She’s been a Sergeant for longer than anyone expected, but they won’t promote her.”

“That might change with Winters in charge,” Speirs muses. He agrees - in his brief run-ins with you, he knows you’re more than capable and he can’t lie, your competency and accuracy are one of the things that he finds incredibly attractive about you.

He has to be very careful. He shakes his head and continues his debrief, making sure to give Lipton the credit he deserves for essentially leading Easy during their time in the Ardennes.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spots you coming back in, and can’t help himself from watching as you check in with nearly every man you walk by, making sure they’re warm and have gotten something to eat.

He feels his chest tighten when you look up and meet his eyes.

I’m in big trouble, he thinks. Big, big trouble.

It’s hours later before he gets to speak with you.

“Did you get enough to eat?” He blurts, feeling awkward. It’s not like him, and he forces himself to get it together.

“Yes, sir.” You reply, and he sits down next to you, trying to keep space between.

“I want you to know that I recognize the role you’ve played here. Not just with your squad, but the whole company.”

You look down, embarrassed.

“You’ve done good work, Sergeant.”

“Thank you, sir.”

He wants to say more, but he thinks he’s content with this, with your arm brushing his lightly as you sit together and the knowledge that you haven’t made an excuse to get up and leave, that you’re not shying away from him.

It’s a start.

Again, he’s aware of Lipton’s eyes on him from across the room. He’s starting to get the feeling that his feelings - whatever they are - haven’t gone unnoticed.

The truth is that you caught his eye the minute you walked in to Camp Toccoa, and even though he never had a reason to speak to you before, he does now.

You mistake his wandering eyes for wanting to know more about the men now under his charge, but he lets you talk. You tell him about each one in detail. What their strengths and weaknesses are. He can see why they like you - you’re kind but fair. Funny. It’s clear you care deeply for everyone here. He can see the grief over losing men plainly on your face.

“Have you told him about me yet?” A voice interrupts. Speirs already knows George Luz. He raises an eyebrow, but says nothing.

You roll your eyes. “Forgot all about you, Luz.”

“Ouch,” George laughs. Stage whispering, he leans closer to Ron. “I’m her favorite.”

“No, Lip is my favorite.” You say immediately.

“What?” Luz feigns shock. “I can’t let this stand.” He heads across the room to a smirking Lipton, ranting and raving the entire time.

“Children.” You say, but it’s fond. Speirs can’t help but smile.

Yes, he thinks he’s going to enjoy being with Easy. For more reasons than one.

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