#shifty powers x reader

[speirslore]

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

[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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[bellewintersroe]

I'm back in your inbox with new ideas! Lol. The guys being left to care for your baby alone for the first time. I feel like this would kinda be both sweet and hilarious. For Malarkey, Chuck, Babe, Shifty, Winters, Luz, Liebgott, and whoever else you wanna add. ❤️

Super cute idea omg, I love this, thank you for your requests!!!

Easy Company x Reader Headcannons. 

Don Malarkey:

- okay 1000% is super confident when you’re around, he LOVES fatherhood, he’s so emotionally intelligent and caring that he’s the perfect dad, I can’t stress that enough (for all the men).

- when you leave just for a couple hours the baby’s probs asleep and Malarkey’s calm and content, just chilling, reading the paper and what not.

- That’s until the baby starts crying, at first he just goes for it, but when he can’t seem to settle your son he’s deffo raking his brain for every single thing he can do.

- Speaks to himself ‘okay, okay. What do I do?’

- would accidentally put the baby’s vest on backwards, or accidentally put his foot through the head hole.

- He doesn’t exactly fret, but he’s a little flustered and clumsy, especially when the baby won’t stop crying for its bottle and Don spills it all over the floor.

- But he wants everything to be perfect for when you come back, so as soon as he hears that door go he’s resting as carefully as he can back on the sofa with your baby boy wriggling resting on his chest.

Chuck Grant:

- I think after his accident Chuck is a lot more nervous and anxious about fatherhood. He never really worried about it before, he didn’t think about it a whole lot.

- Truthfully he’s scared to be left alone with the baby. He’s confident in his abilities to do day-to-day life tasks now, but due to the slight paralysis in part of his left arm he’s nervous.

- Regardless if he had the accident or not, he’d still be scared.

- Asks you sooo many questions, asks his friends, families, mom, he’s such a caring and good dad really, you’d assure him he has nothing to worry about.

- Deffo stands over your daughter’s crib to make sure she’s breathing. Like he’s checking on her every five minutes.

- Kinda scared of how tiny she is, like he’s scared to pick her up, faces so many irrational fears, but when she starts crying he kinda has no choice.

- He’s sooo reassuring, speaking to her and stroking his hand over her blonde hair.

- Scoops her up SO GENTLY- sosifiwidikwksosksos too cute omfg I can’t.

- but he’s extra fucking careful like with everything, he cradles her head and rocks her carefully.

- figures its not as scary as he thought. So when you’re back from the shop and see this you’re overwhelmed with happiness.

- “hey, this isn’t as scary as I thought!!”

- he’s a mf angel fr (even if he does almost throw up trying to change her dirty diaper).

Babe Heffron:

- On the topic of dirty diapers. You’ve gone out for the evening with a few of your girlfriends, extremely hesitant, but Babe is confident and assures you that you need to take a night off and he can handle your 3 month old daughter.

- He truly means it, he wants you to have a break- but it feels like the second you step foot outta the door all hell breaks loose.

- Your baby girl’s diaper practically explodes and Babe is positive he can handle it but the second he has to deal with it he’s GAGGING NOOO-

- Probably wraps a shirt around his face and he’s retching the whole time. Panics and gets the diaper on backwards- Bill is the only person that picks up the phone.

- He’s rocking and burping, feeding and soothing your baby but she won’t stop crying as Babe frantically questions Bill.

- “ya should know, you’ve got a whole army of em.”

- Turns out she just wants rocking and a little cuddle and as soon as she settles down Babe feels super proud. Like he smiles to himself so much, kisses her head and keeps her sleeping on his chest.

- Probably doesn’t move for a good 2 hours. If the baby is asleep he doesn’t want to wake her and cause WW3 so he just stays in that position lolllll.

Shifty Powers:

- He has such a calming presence that your daughter just soothes in his arm immediately. She’s got her dad wrapped around her finger and Shifty will find himself running all around the house

- Deffo cool asf with being left alone with your baby for the first time. He’s a little worried because you two are such a good team.

- I can imagine him sitting on the porch with your baby, holding her close as he points out the different wildlife he see’s running past.

- Probably the type of dad that wants to play with the baby fresh outta the womb, and you kinda have to say; “Shifty, give her two months to develop first.” Lmao

- “Look who’s back? That’s ya mommy, hm? Let’s go see her.” Ugh he’s so sweet and takes care of her so well, like I said he’s so mf calm, cool and collected. Literally like a baby whisperer.

Dick Winters:

- Similar to Shifty, he’s so mf calm and collected when he’s left alone- except before you leave he’s asking you plenty of questions.

- you kinda have to reassure like ‘Dick, I promise you’ll be fine, he’s not gonna run off anyway and you’re not going to drop him.’

- You’re right, and similar to Chuck he’s checking up on your baby every few minutes, smiling every time your son moves or makes the slightest noise.

- Sooo gentle and so good at keeping to a routine, literally so methodical, checks if he’s hungry, tired, cold, warm, just needs a cuddle?

- He’s even a little smug when you got back. Luckily for you both your baby is already calm, but I can imagine Dick carrying him and just watching down to his peaceful little face feeling so accomplished at life.

George Luz:

- Same as Shifty but worse, he but wants to play with your kid but he’s literally like 4 weeks old lmao.

- “Don’t worry, babe, I got it all covered, we’re gonna have the best time. Aren’t we?” He reassures before you leave as he speaks to his son (who obviously doesn’t reply).

- Thinks he’s got it all under control but he’s deffo exhausted by the end of it. At first the baby is asleep n he’s speaking to him before he turns over; “you don’t talk much, do you?”

- makes the worse mistake EVER and wakes up a sleeping baby; “c’mon little guy, let’s listen to the baseball.”

- Crying, crying and more crying. George does everything, he literally apologises to your baby for getting him up.

- “Tough life, little guy.” He teases but it doesn’t exactly work.

- George probably gets a little upset when you walk back in and the baby is still wailing. He feels the need to apologise and explain.

- “George it’s fine, he’s a baby he’s gonna cry.”

- Fr tho he’s such a good dad, so present and active in his child’s life.

Joe Liebgott:

- “Hey, I’m actually really fuckin’ good at this.” Accidentally curses in front of your newborn and slaps his hand over his mouth.

- Thinks he’s the pro at changing diapers and fixing bottles, he wants to do it as much as he can seeing as he has to go work through the week in the day.

- “You want me to read this or some real stories, huh?” Would read a comic book to your son, and it actually works when he goes to sleep.

- Tries to sleep when the baby does, he’s eager to show you that the two of you should start trying for more little Liebgott’s asap!!

- You’re out for the whole night, staying over at a relatives and Joe practically SPRINGS out of bed every time the baby cries.

- Maybe he’s a light sleeper from the war, but it’s just an automatic reaction, hurries over in a slight panic to make sure everything is ok.

- admits later he feels like a zombie by the morning, it creates an even stronger gratitude for you as a mother and he’s honestly so happy your back.

- Never complains about being tired again. He loves spending time with his son as much as possible, even if it is hard work at first, he’s soo fucking good at it that he does convince you to have 400 more children.

[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

[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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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:

[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*)

[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]

Hello! If you’re still doing the band of brothers x readers thing, could you please do something for our sweet cinnamon roll sniper shifty please? Thank you xx (also no pressure or anything like that)

Sure, darling! What would you like (genre, plot, prompt, etc)? And would you want headcannons or a fic? If you're not sure what you'd like, I've got this post with prompts and genres, check it out if you want!

[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.

[licensed-fan-girl]

THIS IS SO SWEET

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.”

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the ship thing looks like a lot of fun! lets do it!

so my name's blu, and i use "she/her" pronouns! i have dark blue hair and brown eyes, am 5'8", and wear way too many oversized hoodies and sweaters haha i'm your sterotypical enfj- the kind of mom friend who will very forcefully remind you to do some selfcare! i do love to talk about the things i'm into, and aren't afraid to stand up for what i believe in. for hobbies, writing is my first love, but i also love taking long walks and exploring nature or even just the world outside my window! i'm also a big music enjoyer! i'm a part of two bands- one where i play guitar and the other where i do bass! i love singing, too, and get incredibly into all my karaoke performances 😂 i'm not really sure what i go looking for in a partner, but i tend to gravitate towards shyer guys and relationships where i'll end up doing most of the talking as well as people who aren't afraid to talk about the deep things in life.

thanks emily!! can't wait to see what you come up with 😁

Thank you so much for the request Blu!! (also i have blue hair rn too!! 🥰💖)

I ship you with…

(Speirs Voice) Darrell C. POWWWEEERRRRSSSS

A song from my liked songs that reminds me of y’all - Sugar, Sugar by the Archies

How you met

Mkay SO

Your band came to Europe to play for the soldiers because morale boost

So Easy Company is sitting listening to your band and everyone is vibing and having a Lovely Time ™

Shifty looks up at the stage and sees you with your guitar and

He’s sitting with Talbert and Smokey and they see how he’s just staring and start teasing him a bit

Sweet baby laughs but starts blushing when Tab and Smokes talk about meeting her after the show

Like WHAT?? INTERACTING WITH THE MOST GORGEOUS GIRL EVER???

Before they know it though y’all are packing up your gear and it’s Now or Never

So Tab and Smokey being Tab and Smokey they each Grab an Arm and before the three know it they’re next to the stage

You’re still on stage just putting your guitar away when Smokey just goes “YOU DID GREAT TONIGHT!!”

But when you turn around all you see is Shifty all alone and frantically looking beside him

But honestly he's so stinkin cute how could you not go over and talk to him

Sweet baby just blushes bright red and stutters out

“H-how do you do ma’am, my name’s shift- I mean Darrell b-but everyone calls me Shifty,” he just looks down and sticks his hand out

You just laugh softly and shake his hand (asdf there was so definitely a spark but neither of you admit it)

“It’s very nice to meet you Shifty,” you get an idea when you look back at the stage

“Would you mind helping me carry my stuff back to the van?” 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Shifty’s eyes brighten up and he’s like an eager golden retriever following you up onto the stage to get your things

Shifty’s able to relax a little bit thanks to you being so sweet and lovely and y’all have just the most wonderful conversation

Before you leave he definitely asks you to dinner and of course how could you say no

How he knew he loves you

I picture it happening when y’all are on a hike

You got to the top of the mountain and there’s a beautiful view, absolutely perfect for your picnic!

So y’all are having a lovely picnic just talking about everything under the sun

However you look over and notice that Shifty’s water bottle is almost full

Like siR YOU’RE ON A HIKE YOU NEED TO HYDRATE

“Shifty, you need to drink some water babe,” you say gently, holding out the water bottle to him

When he looks at you… the gentle but concerned look in your eyes, strands of your hair framing your face, the way the sun is shining on you, everything is just perfect

He leans forward and gently kisses you, placing a hand on your cheek

He slowly pulls away and just quietly says, “I’m in love with you…”

The genuine love and tenderness of the moment almost makes you want to cry so of course you say it back

Y’all go on that hiking trail every year now

A conflict that arose and how y’all resolve it

Ok so y’all are out at a bar maybe with friends after the war

Shifty offers to get the next round of drinks, so he kisses you on the cheek before going up to the bar and ordering

You glance over to the bar after a little bit and see Shifty talking to a girl??

It’s clear she’s trying to put the moves on him, the giggling, the Touching His Arm In That One Way

And Shifty just… lets her?

He’s even laughing along with her jokes (which you can hear and they ain’t great)

You could NEVER picture Shifty doing something like this, but you have no other explanation for what your eyes are seeing

The conflicting feelings start to feel overwhelming so you tell your friends that you’re going to the bathroom before walking as quickly as you can toward the restrooms

Shifty notices your brisk pace and gets concerned cuz you look really upset?? What happened while he was gone??

He follows you to the hallway with the bathrooms and gently takes your hand

“Is everything alright love??” he says so gently but also so worried

You debate telling him what you saw

Like on the one hand he’s never given any indication he’s like that

But on the other he was CLEARLY flirting back???

He sees the anxiety in your eyes and his concern just Doubles

“Sweetheart what’s wrong??” he gently places his hands on your arms while he waits to hear your response, praying he can fix whatever it is

“...why were you flirting with that girl?” you asked in a barely audible voice, tears welling up in your eyes

Suddenly Shifty’s facial muscles scrunch up

“Flirting? You mean with that girl at the bar?”

He laughs a little and shakes his head

“I was trying everything I could to get away from her, but I was waiting on the drinks and I didn’t want to be mean…”

You just breathe a sigh of relief and shake your head, relief washing over you

You both start laughing quietly before you plant a kiss on his lips

“I love you Darrell C Powers”

“Why do you always use my full name?” (it’s not because I always hear it in Speirs’ voice idk what you’re talking about)

Your Happily Ever After

Every morning he wakes you up with a kiss on your nose

If that doesn’t work he goes for your lips next

Sweet baby boy just does everything in his POWEEERRRSS Power to make you smile every day

It’s so lovely too because you're his Emotional Support Extrovert

You do all the talking when y’all need to do adult things like buy a car or do tax thingies

Y’all just balance each other perfectly and I would joke about it being gross but tbh it’s just goals

A silly headcanon about your relationship

So Shifty wanted to do something super extra special for your birthday one year

So he found this super cool and delicious recipe for your favorite flavor of cake

One catch - your boy has never cooked a thing a day in his life

So the night before your birthday (sweet boy wanted to surprise you) you come home and there’s smoke everywhere and you can tell it’s coming from the kitchen

Of course you race in and the first thing you see is Shifty standing on the counter fanning the fire alarm with an off-white apron

Which is weird because your apron is blue??

Yeah the kitchen was an absolute war zone

Cake batter everywhere, egg shells on the floor, flour sticking on every surface

Shifty sees you and quickly hops off the counter to hug you before he remembers the discombobulated state he is in

He just sheepishly smiles at you and says, “happy birthday??”

It was the most fun you’ve ever had cleaning up the kitchen

Thank you again for the ask Blu!!! 💙💙💙💙 (I'm sorry if i made too many jokes about how Speirs says his name it just lives in my head rent-free 🤣😅)

[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.

Thanks for reading! Please like, comment and reblog if you want❤️

[licensed-fan-girl]

This is incredible! Wowee!

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 side 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.

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BAND OF BROTHERS MASTERLIST

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!!!DISCLAIMER!!!: istfg, if someone comes at me for doing this i'm gonna block them. I write FOR THE CHARACTERS of the show!! Just like you write ff of your favorite character from your favorite serie/movie, this community does the same with this one, okay?? It's not that hard to understand!! We obviously don't mean to disrespect the real veterans and soldiers who fought the war!

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