#band of brothers one-shot

[easycompanys]

@pscentral event 25: seasons ↳ BAND OF BROTHERS + seasons

#tuserhan #userpayton #userrobin #userbuckleys #olympain #userjack #usersavana #ronsparky #chaoticroad #userrlaura #simizone #kallypsos #hbowaredit #bobedit #violaobanion #riveterema #band of brothers #cinemapix #userstaud #holly.gif #holly.mine #yeah i know the flowers shot is from a scene set in summer/fall but needed FLOWERS in the spring one because it's SPRING

[doctorsiren]

What would a Klapollo swap to match DefenseWorth and ProsecutorWright look like?

I accidentally turned them into Howl and The Scout 😨

#doctorsiren #ace attorney #ace attorney au #apollo justice #klavier gavin #ace attorney fanart #swap au #I’ll tag the other AUs since it’s semi related #defenseworth au #prosecutor wright au #digital art #my art #procreate #Apollo’s that one thing where it’s like ‘sunglasses are great bc nobody can tell where you’re looking’ #and then cut to a shot of his face very close to Klavier #I think that after Kristoph’s downfall: 1) Klavier would need definite healing time and also self-discovery now that he’s free #from his brother’s manipulation #2) he would dress in more flashy prosecutor-y clothes because he just likes that style #3) battle of the bands #I don’t know what I meant by that but yeah #Apollo’s actually constantly freaking out but he hides it with his persona #he probably tries to get an image as a cool rockstar but the internet probably sees him the way they see Tom Holland #yes he’s a celebrity and most everyone loves him BUT it’s just not the vibe he was tryna go for

[indigo-graves]

Warmth | Eugene Roe

When the curtains were no longer able to block out the sun, there was a shift beside Roe, which caused him to stir. There was a moment where he found himself struggling to orient himself to the room. It had been all too easy to forget he was in a bedroom, under warm linens, and not in the snow-dusted forest of Bastogne. A warmth he never would quite be able to replicate radiated from beside him, something he had an even harder time orienting himself to. Even more recent than their arrival at the Eagle’s Nest, was the bedfellow he had found once they got there. 

Gene turned, inhaling her scent. The soap had found in that bathroom was lovely, of course, but he found himself dizzy with desire when he leaned closer, his head tilted to inhale the spot where her hair lingered on her neck. He took a deep breath in, taking in the soft, sweet natural scent, the depth of the warmth that grew in his belly was new. Would he ever get used to being this close? The smokey bite from the fireplace that lingered in her hair felt familiar. He had recalled it from close, accidental brushes when he worked beside her on the battlefield. 

She stirred again, humming as she readjusted herself into the pillow, the mattress, into him. He felt a hum of appreciation rumble deep in his chest. He pressed his lips gently to the back of her shoulder, taking his time to feel the warmth of her skin. Wordlessly, she reached over, taking his hand in hers. He grinned against her skin when she held his hand in hers, lining the length of her fingers up with his. Their two hands became one shadow, blocking the direct light of the sun shining in on the pair. She tipped her fingers between his and pulled it down across her body. His fingers still flexed, hers gripping at his hand, she brought each of the tips of his fingers to her mouth. A kiss was placed on the pad of each finger slowly. Taking her time to recall memories of watching them work tirelessly to keep the Company alive. 

Roe chuckled, the muscles in his cheeks ached from smiling. She felt it against her skin, thanking God for the smile. Few and far between had he shared it with her as they navigated their way across Europe, attempting to keep the Easy Company in one piece. Since finding a place away from mortar rounds and gunfire, both seemed to share those far more freely. And they were not the only two that noticed. 

“Do you think they’ll notice if we both come down to get something to eat at the same time?” She whispered against the back of his hand as she kissed it. He chuckled and moved closer. 

“I don’t think so,” He responded, kissing the back of her neck in kind. “But again, mon cher, it’s not me who is worried about getting caught.” 

She rolled her eyes. She was certainly not going to have this argument on an empty stomach. It had nothing to do with him, of course. Any woman would have tripped over themselves to have a chance to be so adored by a man like Eugene Roe. But it was not something she wanted to be decided until they knew whether or not they would be sent to the Pacific. 

“Gene,” she sighed, turning to face him. He had spent 28 days across from her in Bastogne. They had locked eyes hundreds, if not thousands of times. But each time she focused those large blue eyes on his, he felt a tension in his stomach that no woman had ever caused before. 

“I know,” he nodded. He felt goosebumps raise on his skin as her hand rested on his chest. A soft smile played at his lips in contrast to the pout that had pulled at hers. He kissed her forehead softly, inhaling deeply at the crown of her head. “You stay here. I’ll go get you something to eat.” 

She pressed her lips together and shook her head, “you go down first. Get yourself something. I’ve got to wash up first anyhow.” 

Eugene nodded. He brushed his lips over hers in a whisper of a movement. He swallowed his words. She smiled, pressed a more forceful kiss to his mouth, and rolled out of bed. Again, he thought, he would never be able to replicate that warmth anywhere else in the world. 

#band of brothers #fan fiction #ao3 #fanfic #hbo war #ao3 fanfic #fan fiction update #fanfic update #BoB #BoB One shot #BoB oneshot #BoB fic #BoB fan fiction #ww2 #band of brothers x reader #eugene roe #gene roe #roe #doc roe #eugene roe/reader #eugene roe/you #eugene roe/oc #eugene roe fic #eugene roe fan fic #eugene roe fan fiction #eugene roe one shot #doc roe one shot #doc roe fic #doc roe/reader

[theweirdgoodbyes]

“C’mon, lemme help you. You’re breakin’ my heart.”

It’s a Thursday night, the Eagles are playing against the Patriots, and Babe Heffron is one miserable son of a bitch. He had called Bill for an emergency meeting after a particularly gruesome day at work, which including him chasing a student eloping out of the building and down the streets of Philadelphia in 15 degree weather. Why administration hadn’t listened to him about needing locks on his doors, he’ll never understand. Babe ended the day freezing, frustrated, and with a pile of paperwork. He loved his job as a special education teacher, and loved making a difference in young lives. But days like today always brought him back to their familiar spot, The Currahee, much needed beer in hand. One beer had turned into two, and then three, and then Babe lamenting his lonely existence as a perpetually single gay man.

“Pussy hound Bill Guarnere wants to help me pick up a guy? Has hell frozen over?” Babe asks sarcastically, pressing two fingers to the pulse in his neck, “Am I dead?”

“Shaddup. Don’t act like the guys wouldn’t go crazy over me.”

Babe leans forward, reaching out to pat Bill’s arm, “Oh, baby, you drive me crazy alright.”

Babe would do anything for Bill Guarnere. When they were sixteen, and Babe finally understood why he didn’t look at girls the way other guys did, he was terrified to tell Bill that he was gay. Bill, all rough edges and macho energy, had been his best friend since the first day of kindergarten. “You tryna play?” Bill had barked at him the moment Babe stepped into the classroom, still clinging to his mother’s legs. From that moment on the two of them were inseparable. The idea of losing Bill was scarier than anything he could think of, and it took Babe months and several pep talks in the mirror to muster up the courage. So one fateful night, as they drank some stolen beers on Babe’s childhood trampoline, Babe just blurted it out.

“Bill, I like guys.”

Bill was silent for a moment, before tossing his beer over the netting and rolling on top of Babe to envelop him in a giant hug. Babe hugged him back and fought back tears against his shoulder, comforted by Bill’s gruff assurances that best friends forever meant forever. Ten years later, here they are, still thick as thieves, and Bill is adamant that all of Babe’s problems will be solved by getting laid.

“Alright, ‘nough of the funny business,” Bill puts his hands up, as serious as he could ever be. “You want my help or not? I’m tired of listenin’ to you piss and moan over what’s his face.”

“Henry,” Babe sighs, thinking of his ex boyfriend. They had only dated for the summer while Henry was doing an internship in the area. He had gone back to Buffalo in August, and Babe’s love life has been bleak since.

“Yeah, Fuckface McGee, him. You were too good for him, Babe, didn’t I always tell you that?” Bill raises a furry eyebrow, forgetting that according to him Babe was too good for every boyfriend he’s had. He had also taken up the obnoxious but well-meaning habit of running every guy Babe had ever spoken to through the database at the police station, with something as small as a speeding ticket enough to make him concerned. “How long have you known me?”

“Too damn long.”

“And have I ever steered you wrong?”

Before Babe can open his mouth, Bill points at him with a shake of his head, “Don’t answer that. Take a good look around this bar and take your pick. Daddy’s gonna help you.”

Babe looks around the bar. It’s a freezing night in January, so it’s only regulars like him and Bill who have no better place to be. He scans past familiar faces until he sees someone he doesn’t recognize.

“Him.”

Bill turns to look. This stranger is sitting at the bar, eyes laser-focused on the game playing above him. Babe can’t make out the color, but can feel the intensity in them from across the room. He’s got a short crop of black hair to match his furrowed brows, a bit of stubble, and lips that Babe is very interested in seeing up close.

“That guy? The little one with the face?”

“He’s not little.”

“You think he’s on your team?”

Babe keeps looking at this handsome stranger, taking more of him in. His gaydar has always been horrible, highlighted by the confident kiss he had once given his buddy Welsh only to gently be told that friends is all they would ever be. Babe runs on the assumption because it’s 2024, and the world is a much more accepting place than it was ten years ago, that trying to hit on a straight guy isn’t the worst thing that could happen. The stranger is still wearing his coat, despite the stuffy bar air, arms crossed and hands tucked under his armpits like he’s cold. He’s found a lonely corner of the bar, and the drink in front of him is empty. He’s got an air about him that’s says “leave me the fuck alone”, and Babe sees him shake his head when the bartender goes over. Maybe he’s getting ready to leave, he thinks. Babe starts to second guess himself, and begins looking around to see his other options. Handsome Stranger’s mysterious vibe is intriguing, but the possibility of rejection would put Babe in the ground after his rough day.

“I’m goin’ in,” Bill stands up before Babe can protest and struts over to the bar, misplaced confidence oozing out of him.

Babe can only watch in horror as Bill plops himself down next to Handsome Stranger, sticks out a meaty hand, and begins to jabber away. He decides that’s all he needs to see and sets his sight on the nearest TV just in time to watch the Eagles make a touchdown. At least it’s a good day for the Bird Gang.

A moment passes and Babe finds the courage to look back at the bar. He sees Bill stomping back over to him, face contorted in a scowl that Babe is all too familiar with. The conversation cannot have gone in his favor. The guy is definitely straight, potentially homophobic based on Bill’s visible anger.

“What did he say?” Babe dares to ask. He puts his glass to his lips, praying for a miracle.

“First of all, kid must be fuckin’ blind because he took one look at me and says ‘Absolutely not’.”

Babe chokes on his beer, sputtering foam all over the table. He pounds his chest with his fist, willing himself to breathe through his laughter. It’s not often that Bill faces rejection, and the obvious wound to his ego is something Babe will savor for years to come.

“So I says, ‘Listen, toots’-“

Babe’s laughter is cut short and he groans, because of course Bill would make an ass of himself, and by extension, Babe. “Bill, no, you did not call him ‘toots’-“

“I says, ‘first of all, you ain’t my type, with the lack of tits and that pissy pout-“

“BILL!”

“-and you ain’t for me, you’re for the poor fucker sittin’ over here’”, Bill plops back down in his chair, shaking his head. He finishes his beer and sighs, like the interaction has exhausted him, “And then I walked away before I punched him in the mouth.”

Babe just drops his head down on the table. This isn’t the first time Bill has been an absolute beast in public, and it certainly won’t be the last. Babe’s minuscule dream of a night not spent alone has been dashed.

“You need a muzzle,” he mumbles to the wood, “I’m gonna have to tie you to the pole outside. Put up a sign that says, ‘please don’t pet me, I bite’.”

“Don’t be a prick. Can’t say I didn’t tr-“

“Hey.”

Babe looks up and Jesus Christ, Handsome Stranger is standing right in front of him. Although the bar is quieter than usual, the man had appeared with such silence that Babe wonders if he appeared out of thin air. He can barely believe this is real, certain that the guy was either straight or so repulsed by Bill that all hope was lost.

“Hey,” he squeaks out. Oh, Christ. He clears his throat and repeats himself, “Hey.”

The guy stares at him with those dark eyebrows still furrowed, like he’s looking at something under a microscope. Suddenly self-conscious under his unrelenting gaze, Babe runs his hand over his forehead, trying to rub away any red mark that might be left from slamming his head down.

God, up close he really is hot. His eyes are somewhere between blue and grey, complimented by the blue scrubs he’s wearing under his coat. Babe feels his cheeks turning as red as his hair, but unable to look away from those unblinking eyes. Over the hum of distant conversations and game commentary, Babe wonders if Handsome Stranger can hear his heart thumping out of his chest.

“You his friend?” He sticks a thumb at Bill, who immediately straightens up.

“His best friend, actu-“

“Give me your phone.”

Babe could fall out of his chair. There’s no way.

“My what?”

“Your phone. It’s right there.” Handsome Stranger points to where it rests on the table next to Babe’s glass.

“Oh, yeah, sure, here.” Babe scrambles to grab his phone and unlock it, handing it over quicker than he would like to admit.

The stranger taps at it and then quickly types something in and hands it back to Babe. He looks to see his contacts open, with a new addition: Eugene Roe. He doesn’t recognize the area code, explaining why he’s never seen this Eugene before tonight.

“Cool beans,” is all Babe can think to say because holy shit, he did not expect Bill to actually pull through with this. When he looks up again, Eugene Roe is gone. He looks to the door just in time to see it swing shut, catching a quick glimpse of white sneakers walking away.

Bill gives him a shit eat grinning and grabs his shoulders to give him a rough shake.

“Cool beans? What are you, fuckin’ twelve?”

“I panicked,” Babe defends himself. He can’t help but smile and looks back at his phone. He wonders if it would make him seem desperate to text him right now. Yeah, it would, he decides, maybe he’ll wait an hour-

Bill cackles, a sound that shocks Babe back into reality. “Never say I never did nothin’ for you, even though that guy is already on thin fuckin’ ice with me. Now go buy me a beer. The king is thirsty.”

Babe happily obliges, making his way over to the bar in a half-daze. While the bartender pours Bill’s beer, Babe looks back over to where his handsome no-longer a stranger was sitting. Eugene Roe, he thinks, who are you?

(Now posted on my ao3 with some edits! https://archiveofourown.org/works/53977666#work_endnotes)

#wrote this because wingman Bill had the potential for such chaos #as of right now this is a one shot but we shall see what happens! #fanfic #fanfiction #band of brothers #hbo war #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers fanfiction #baberoe #eugene roe #babe heffron #bill guarnere #modern au #Maddie writes

[thirstyvampyr]

i wish they'd make nix react to this kiss but then that'd have been a little too much perhaps

#band of brothers #winnix #im cleaning my screenshot folder this was last month #one random bob shot in the middle of a billion saltburn ones #damian looks so cute in that scene

[serendipitysae]

Querencia ( Joseph D. Liebgott x Reader )

querencia/ kɛˈrɛnθɪə,Spanish keˈrenθja,keˈrensja/

noun ; querencia; plural noun: querencias

Sanctuary.

( POST WAR !!! fluff and maybe a smidge of angst ?)

01.00 AM. 

19th July, 1946, Yuma, California. 

1 cup of self raising flour, 1 cup of granulated sugar, equal parts. Wisk together in a bowl, before adding 1 large egg. 

Feel free to stir together using your hands. 

In a pan, arrange the canned-peach slices, before half of the reserved peach juice on top. After this, apply the doe on top of the peaches. Then drizzle a ½ cup of melted butter. 

Bake in a preheated oven for forty five minutes until golden brown, serve with cold ice cream and rest of the peach juice. Easy peasy ! 

. 

Yeah right. 

You sighed irritatedly, eyebrows knit together as you crouched before the oven, one hand on the oven latch, the other holding an oven mitten. You had been sitting there for at least an hour and a half. 

You were wearing one of Joe’s shirts, over your nightgown. You pursed your lips together, scowling at the peach cobbler in the oven, which wasn’t even browning. “Come on..” You murmured quietly. You were so caught up in the baking that you hadn’t noticed the door unlocking. 

That was until you heard the soft clang of Joe’s cab car keys being thrown onto the table. “Shit-!” 

You looked over, confused as you looked up to Joseph Liebgott, your boyfriend. He stared down at you, his surprise slowly morphing into a small smile. “Wasn’t expecting you to be awake, Doll.” 

You giggled at that, an excited smile gracing your features as you stood up and jogged to him. A warmth spread through your body as you held him close, pulling him down to litter his face with kisses. “Lots of customers ?” You asked, between kisses. His lopsided grin surfaced, chuckling as he leaned into the kiss. “ Mhm, drove ‘round half the fuckin’ city swear to god.” 

“The real question is,” He began, hand trailing down to the curve of your waist. “ What are you doing up ?” He jokingly poked at your side, earning a small sigh and downwards turn at your lips. “I wanted to try the recipe for Peach Cobbler.. kind of a lost cause though.” 

A hoarse, tired chuckle left his lips, shaking his head as he pressed a kiss to your head. “What’s the occasion ?” 

You tensed up a little, clearing your throat as you looked to the oven. Your lips parted, taking a soft inhale before speaking. “ Next saturday, you know .. that reunion in indianapolis ?” 

Joe didn’t look at you, his lips pressing into a thin line as he looked to the wall. You softly moved your hand up to his cheek, gently rubbing it with the pad of your thumb. “ It’s been a year since we last saw them .. and I know Webster came to visit us last february but you know that doesn’t count.” 

Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to bring it up after his long shift, but he asked, and you had no intention of hiding things from him. 

You caught on on how his jaw clenched, eyes trained on the tiles of the kitchen wall. You would have preferred screeching of fingernails on chalk than the deafening silence. After several moments of this, he licked his lips, voice quiet. 

“I just..” 

You looked up to him. 

“I just can’t do it, Doll..” 

You felt your heart clench. He didn’t sound hurt, he didn’t sound mad or anything. He just sounded so discouraged. The way his words died on his tongue, how he couldn’t meet your eyes. 

“Oh Joe..”

You cooed, your hand moving up to his hair as you tugged him into a warm embrace. It didn’t take long for him to melt into your glow. His arms sneaked around your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He didn’t cry, Liebgott rarely cried. He just savored the moment. The smell of your hair, as well as the light scent of artificial peach and flour. One hand moved to cradle your head, as his eyes closed. The gentle tugging at the roots of his hair, the soft tracings you drew on his back, it was his sanctuary. 

“My darling, we don’t have to do anything. We don’t, we can just rest.” You’d say, your voice muffled by the material of his shirt. He didn’t really respond, just a quiet hum resonating through his body. 

The two of you stood there for several minutes, until you reluctantly pulled away. You looked up at him, the soft smile on your lips never faltering as you intertwined your hands. “ Let’s get you some sleep, hm ?” 

He nodded. 

“The rocket’s empty- I’ll try the atom load of this ray gun.” You read, your voice saccharine and honey like as you read of the comic book strip. Both of your backs were pressed against the wall, Joseph’s arm around your shoulders as you read to him. His head was resting on yours, half-lidded eyes following the comic drawings as you read. 

It only took fifteen minutes before the book was tucked away in a drawer, the lights off and blanket pulled over you two. Joe lay behind you, his body pressed up to yours with his arms holding you around the torso. 

“Y/N ?” He interrupted the silence, and you hummed quietly, eyes still closed. 

“ I just .. well..” 

You shifted slightly, turning to face him. One hand moved to rest on his cheekbone, eyes opening slightly. 

“If you want to go to the reunion, you should.” Your eyebrows knit together, slowly adjusting to the light as you spotted his warm eyes. 

“What ?” 

He nodded, shuffling closer to you. “I don’t know if I’m ready to see any of those bucks again.. But, they were your team too.” You looked at him with a small, small smile as you nodded. “But- Joe, you know you don’t have to-” 

“I know.” 

You shut up, thumb tracing patterns against his jaw. He continued speaking. 

“But.. Well, if you need a ride to Indianapolis, I’ll be there. ” 

Your lip curled up into a teasing smile. “You’re saying I'll get a free cab ride ?”

“Hey, I ain’t saying anything about it being free, I just said if you need a ride.” He countered, gently squeezing your side with a chuckle. Your laughter is harmonious to him, as he closes his eyes and smiles. 

Your laughter died down, your chest fluttering. “Hey..” You’d say, quietly. You moved closer, pressing a warm kiss to his lips. Sure, Joe was tired, but he kissed you back, with as much love and eagerness as he always did. You mumbled a soft “thank you.” to his lips. 

He just shook his head, and tugged you closer to him, the sound of traffic rumbling from the balcony of your apartment.

( THIS ISN'T PROOF READ SO PLAY NICE !!! I love domestic joe : ( he's my baby boy. It's post-war, if it wasn't clear enough- uh yeah hope you guys enjoy xoxo !!!!!!)

#Joseph Liebgott x Reader #fluff #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers one shot #band of brothers #band of brothers fandom #I love me my Liebgott content #I just wanna rah rah rah I just wanna rah rah rah #Joe best boy !! #Webster actually rang the wrong doorbell like twice before finding the right apartment #he will never head the end of it. #I love you guys !! #I don't bite i promise i want more fan friends TT

[samwinchesterslostshoe]

~Alone and forsaken~

More Easy Ranch moodboards? Sure why not !

I really wanted to make a gothic western inspired moodboard, but didn’t really have a particular character in mind. That was until I was watching Inglorious Basterds yesterday and my man Micheal Fassbender came on screen hahaha. Anyway, hence why I choose Christensen ;)

Alone And Forsaken - Hank Williams

My taglist: @ronsparky @whollyjoly @next-autopsy @luckynumber4 @barbeygirl @dustyjumpwingz @xxluckystrike @heystovepipeboys @sweetxvanixlla @kafka-ohdear

#Spotify #band of brothers moodboard #easy ranch #band of brothers collab #pat christenson #kinda want to write a one shot just for this moodboard👀

[1waveshortofashipwreck]

hey emily!! it’s me again lol. sorry for adding to your list of things to write!!

i was trying to think of some kind of one shot i’d like, and i remember that my friend and i were talking a bit ago and she said i kind of looked like Speirs, which at first i didn’t agree.. but now i can sorta see it?? we have mostly the same coloring except for the eyes. plus our noses are similar and our eyebrows. ANYWAY, it just gave me the idea of a one shot where i’m Speirs’ little sister and maybe i’m a nurse in easy company, but he’s a very ‘protective older brother’ type so none of the guys even want to cross that line. UNTIL winters (my bae 😔) and i develop feelings for each other and start to date and be all bf/gf in secret until Speirs finds out. And so then there might be some conflict there or maybe he’s fine cause it’s Dick, who knows?

But yes that’s just an idea that i’ve been thinking about for a bit, i don’t have a brother and have always wanted one, i think Speirs would be the perfect scary older brother lolol. anyways im super excited to see what you do with this!! thanks! <3

(p.s i emotionally cant handle bad endings so if there’s any way you could have it end well i would SUPER appreciate it!)

LARA NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR REQUESTING YOU'RE AN AMAZING HUMAN AND I LOVE YOU

also I didn't proofread this so apologies for any typos 🫠

Thank you so much for the request Lara! Hope you enjoy 🥰

Ron and the Unknown Soldier

Dick Winters x Speirs!Medic!Reader

1,190 words

The officers were having the time of their lives in the Eagle’s Nest, resting out in the sun with the best champagne available. Ron had other things on his mind, though. Someone was dating Easy Company’s medic, (y/n). Something like this would, typically, never cross his mind twice. However, this certain medic was Ron’s baby sister. He heard from Lieutenant Lipton that the medic was absolutely smitten with a boy in 2nd Battalion, and Ron could not help but be infuriated. He knows the boys, especially in Easy Company. They’re good soldiers, stellar soldiers, but Ron has seen how quickly they love and leave women - thinking about (y/n) falling for some lousy corporal who will leave as soon as the next girl comes his way lit an angry fire in Ron’s soul.

Ron remembered when Lipton first told him about the rumor - it was about a month ago, in Hagenau. That night, Ron showed up unannounced to (y/n)’s billet and knocked on the door. He noticed the sounds of hurried shuffling and hushed voices behind the door, his concern only growing. (y/n) finally opened the door, but just enough to stick her head out.

“Ron? What’re you doing here?”

“We need to talk.”

“Um…okay, let me put something on.”

She quickly shut the door and more shuffling and hushed voices ensued. Ron could barely make out “-leave now”, “I’ll see you tomorrow”, and “love you more.” Before Ron could run to the other side of the house to catch the boy in question, (y/n) opened the door back up, bathrobe wrapped around her.

“Come on in Ron, what's wrong?” She asked her older brother, closing the door and sitting beside him on the bed.

Ron folded his arms and looked at the floor - the situation had been buzzing in his head all day, but now that he was here to confront (y/n), he was quite unsure how to broach the topic. He took a breath before replying.

“I know you’re an adult and can make your own decisions, but I promised Mom and Dad I’d look out for you while we’re in Europe.” (y/n) nodded along, furrowing her brow in concern. “I heard a rumor that you’re… going with another soldier in the battalion, is that true?” (y/n)’s eyes grew wide before responding.

“I…umm… who told you that?”

“Lieutenant Lipton.”

(y/n) mumbled a swear under her breath - who the fuck told Lipton??

“Is it true (y/n)?”

The medic put her head in her hands - she didn’t want to lie to her brother, but she also wanted her boyfriend’s life to be spared.

“As you said, Ron, I’m a grown-up and I can make my own decisions.”

That was all the confirmation Ron needed. He took a sharp inhale and began pacing the small room.

“Who is he!?”

“I’m not telling you, Ron!”

“WHO. IS. HE.” Ron glared at (y/n) more intensely than ever, his hands on his hips and chest heaving in rage.

“Ron he’s a good man! He’s kind, caring, attentive, supportive-”

“He acts like that now, but just like any other enlisted boy he’s going to leave you high and dry, and when that happens I’m going to ki-”

“Ron, it’s not like that, I promise,” (y/n) looked up at her brother sincerely. She wasn’t lying, he wasn’t like the other enlistees - he was an officer. “Look, I know you’re just trying to protect me, but I really like him and will keep seeing him. If he does anything, though, you know you’re the first person I’m coming to.” The girl got up and stood before her brother with a warm smile and arms outstretched. The captain took a deep breath before nodding in understanding and accepting his sister’s hug. Ron held her tight in his arms and kissed the top of her head, silently plotting how to take care of this mysterious soldier.

Ron was pulled from his thoughts when he heard Dick’s voice calling to him. The officer sat up in his seat on Nixon’s chair, noticing Lipton and (y/n) trailing behind Major Winters.

“Hey Adolf! Love your Eagle’s Nest!” Harry Welsh greeted Winters and his companions. Dick smiled at Harry and turned to a paper in his hand, reading out that the German army had surrendered - the war in Europe was over. While the officers were processing the information, Dick pointed a finger at Speirs.

“Ron, I need to talk to you,” he informed the captain, beginning to walk back inside. Ron tried to shake the inebriation from his brain before following the commanding officer, praying it wasn’t something too important. The officers made their way to a living room-style area, containing two couches across from each other, a coffee table in between. Speirs took a seat on one couch, and Dick sat across from him. Speirs, in his state, had not noticed that (y/n) had followed the pair to the room - the girl sat next to the redhead and smiled at her brother.

“(y/n)? What’re you doing here?”

“Ron, do you remember back in Hagenau when you heard that (y/n) was going with a soldier?”

“Yeah, did you find out who?” Ron leaned forward intensely, praying for a chance to beat up the soldier who dared to try and date his sister.

Dick let out a quiet chuckle and looked at the ground.

“Oh, I know who it is…”

“Then spit it out!” Ron started to get frustrated at the pair - he needed them to just tell him who-

Suddenly, (y/n) looked softly at Ron and took Dick’s hand in hers. It took a moment for Ron to study the gesture, a lightbulb flashing in his head after a moment.

“Are you telling me… back when I talked to you at your billet…”

(y/n) giggled before answering, “Yes, Dick was scrambling to climb out the back window before you saw him.” The major shook his head in amusement, his cheeks starting to match his ginger hair.

Ron just sighed and put his head in his hands. He had been a little stricter than he needed to be with Easy Company since discovering the relationship, but now he realized that he was intimidating the poor boys without a purpose.

“...why didn’t you tell me?” Speirs asked genuinely, looking up at the pair.

“We wanted to wait until the war was over, since life was so unpredictable,” (y/n) explained.

“Besides, even I was nervous to tell you that I was dating your sister,” Winters added with a laugh. The siblings returned the laughter, (y/n) placing a quick kiss on Dick’s cheek.

“Well, since the man you’re seeing happens to be one of the finest soldiers I’ve ever met, I think I can let him live,” Ron said with a smirk. The trio laughed together once more before standing to leave, both Dick and (y/n) exchanging hugs with Ron. As the three walked back to the company, Winters holding (y/n)’s hand, they knew that they had a lot of explaining to do.

#band of brothers #easy company #hbo war #hbo #ask #emily shut up #dick winters #request #one shot #band of brothers fanfiction #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers x reader #dick winters x reader #richard winters #richard winters x reader #thicccqueyoongimin #i love my moots

[caseadilla111]

I'm Not Scared of Death - Chuck Grant

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a/n - hiya, this is my first time writing something like this and I am not the most confident in my writing yet, hopefully this isn't too terrible but I wanted to write something a bit out of my element. Inspired by a lyric prompt I saw on here by @prxttyvixens and wanted to take it for a test run myself. Please go check out their page and work! They are GREAT!

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I could feel the rush of my blood throughout my limbs, ending in a throb when it reached my head. My left palm was warm, it felt like someone was holding me, petting my hand, comforting me. I could hear mumbles that resembled voices, but the ringing in my ears overpowered them, I couldn’t make out what they were saying.

Flashes of my life before the war began to roll out before my eyes like the film reel they put on for us so many times before. I could see myself running through the woods, chasing my friends with sticks, pretending we were soldiers amongst the trees. I saw my mother, licking her thumb to wipe dirt from my forehead. I saw my sister holding my hand as I danced with her at our aunt’s wedding. I saw myself floating on my back down stream in the creek, eyes shut and slipping further and further away from my family on shore as the cool summer breeze kissed my skin.

Suddenly I was 17 again. I was not scared of death. I was walking along railroad tracks and playing chicken in the street and diving off of the high rocks at the lake near Veterans Park. I was carefree, careless even, I was alive.

I heard the mumbling voices around me again. I wish this damn ringing in my ears would stop; it’s giving me one hell of a headache. I could feel the rush of my blood throughout my limbs, down my legs to my toes, up to my waist then to my chest, stretching to my arms and fingers, looping its way back up to my head and ending in that throbbing sensation again.

The reel of my life began again. This time I’m older. Glimpses of uniforms and screaming eagles flashed by, foaming golden ales sloshed in their glasses as I sang, with Liebgott to my right and Tab to my left. Now I’m floating, or falling rather, along with thousands of toy soldiers in the sky, round parachutes deployed carefully cradling each one of us down to the cool lush earth. The ground below lit up here and there, and just as my feet touched the grown, the grass turned to snow and frozen dirt. Warm coffee in a cold canteen cup was handed to me, the canopy of the straight trees above our heads was bare, a blue and yellow flare lit the sky for a moment. It was like staring at a comet, or a meteor and I was nothing but a prehistoric beast waiting for my untimely end.

It was night now, and I was in a hole in the ground. The earth shook, it sounded like I was in the middle of the grand finale of the local Fourth of July fireworks show back home. A rifle now replaced the cup of joe in my hands. I looked off into the rows of exploding trunks in front of me and saw a smaller, younger version of myself, running with sticks, chasing my friends, playing soldier amongst the trees. For a moment, the me from the past stopped and looked in my direction, smiling before disappearing behind the shrapnel and earth a mortar round brought up in the wake of its detonation.

Suddenly I was 17 again. I was not scared of death. I looked it square in the face.

I could feel the rush of my blood throughout my limbs, and the throbbing at the end of this rush was muted now but still present. Voices continued to mumble but the ringing in my ears was barely easing up. I felt that same warmth on my left palm and a warmth on my right shoulder. I heard a voice, louder and closer this time, so much so I almost made out what it said. The voice was accompanied by a squeezing sensation of my left hand. I wanted to speak, I wanted to clear my throat from the sick taste of copper, I wanted to open my eyes but I couldn’t, and I wanted that goddamn ringing to stop. I felt a pressure in my head for a moment, and then that film reel of my life kicked on again.

I was sitting in a bar enjoying a beer and good conversation with two younger soldiers. Laughs were had, our thirst was quenched, and we loaded into the topless army issued jeep to head back to the rest of the company. I was driving, sharing the funny bits of my war story with the new guys, giving them the pleasure of knowing the one and only Wild Bill and his take-no-shit attitude. In front of us there were bright lights pointed head on. I squinted, told the newbies to stay in the jeep, and got out to help the soldier seemingly stranded on the roadside. That was at least what I assumed as the lights continued to blind me from the scene sprawled out at my feet. Once I could see clearly, figures lay on the ground, though I couldn’t make out their faces nor their clothing nor their bodies. They were blurs in my mind, censored blurs of flesh and grey coloring. My head moved in slow-motion between the two figures on the ground, my vision began to double as I looked up at the soldier in front of me, who was now just as blurred as the figures laying below. Just as my eyes set on his shape, the soldier raised his arm and pointed at my face. I couldn’t quite understand until I saw the black object in his hand. I made sense of what I was staring at even if my eyes couldn’t see. I heard a pop.

I could feel the rush of my blood throughout my limbs. Suddenly I was 17 again. I was not scared of death.

#chuck grant #band of brothers #one shot

[sergeant-spoons]

Wrote a little something for a kind commenter over on AO3 last night. Here's the link if anybody wants a look (it's a post-war Skip-lives fix-it fic). Let me know if anyone wants me to cross-post it here on Tumblr because only people with ao3 accounts will be able to read it (I privated all my fics on there a while ago at the height of the data-scraping nonsense and have kept it that way for the same reasons).

#band of brothers #skip muck #one shot #hbo war show #fanfiction

[carwoodron]

“Do you want me?” Speirs asked bluntly, eyes piercing through him, unblinking. There was no waver in his voice, no fear of rejection or scandal. Just a matter-of-factly question, with a yes or no answer.

sooo yes another one. sorry they’re down bad

#listen. Listen [disappears] #im cooking alright #but do u know how hard it is to come up with a title for one shots. im just skimming hozier songs and siken poems waiting for enlightenment #yes im doing alright why do you ask. #theyre my very sweet boys who are very in love #and ron is a little sassy until hes not #im writing a chapter 2 for this tomorrow dont even LOOK in my direction #speirton #band of brothers fic

[indigo-graves]

This Dance | Joe Liebgott

It wasn’t often that the bulk of Easy Company had privileges on a weekend. Evelyn convinced herself it was absolutely because she had threatened all of the men within an inch of their life. If she had to spend one more weekend at camp, she would surely short circuit. So when they made it through the end of training on Friday, she was able to let out what felt like a breath she had been holding all week. 

When she exited her separate living quarters, several of the company’s other members were waiting for her. Talbert let out a whistle, earning himself a smack in the back of the head from Toye. Evelyn rolled her eyes in response, giving Toye a smile of approval. 

“Ready, darlin’?” Bull Randleman, her dearest friend, questioned. She nodded. Briefly, her eyes locked with Liebgott, who was biting back a smirk, quickly distracting himself with the cigarette he could put between his lips.

“Ready,” she said, smoothing her skirt decisively and turning on her heel. She had hoped they would mistake the blush rising in her cheeks as rouge. 

Three drinks in, the blush in her cheeks was permanent. The bar they had found themselves comfortable in was hot. The Georgia heat mingled with the warmth of too many bodies in a small venue. The wafting clouds of smoke from cigarettes only thickened the air. She was thankful to sit lower than the rest of them in her seat due to her petite stature, most of it traveled over her head. 

“Fifty bucks says I get the first Kraut kill when we hit Europe,” Guarnere spoke confidently. His accent only seemed to get thicker with each beer he downed. 

“Bullshit,” Toye challenged, slammed a hand down on the table, causing all of their drinks to rattle. Chuckles echoed in response. 

“Yeah?” Guarnere grinned, “you gonna get to ‘em before me?” 

“There’s not a doubt,” Toye lit a cigarette casually. “One gust of wind and your ass will end up in the middle of the Atlantic while I’m on Hitler’s doorstep.” He jabbed at the smaller man. The table roared with laughter and Guarnere chuckled through gritted teeth. 

“I’ll take both your money and take your broads out to dinner with it,” Luz spoke confidently, throwing his hat in the ring. 

“Whatdya say we get a dance in while these boys get out their measuring tape?” Bull nudged Evelyn with a smile. She chuckled, threw back the rest of her drink, and got to her feet. 

As the next song started to play on the jukebox, the two of them found space in the section of the room that was being used by a few other soldiers and their female partners. She felt Bull pull her close, surprised that he was so keen on dancing. 

When Liebgott surveyed the room, he felt a drop in his guts. Through the haze of cigarette smoke and crowd of patrons, he watched as Evelyn moved gracefully in the arms of Bull Randleman. He watched Bull’s hand, splayed at the small of her back, and remembered what it felt like the first time she let him touch her. He thought about the way her breath tickled his ear and neck when he held her that close. The things she had told him. Even more, the noises he had drawn out of her when they were flush against one another in that same way. 

He watched her rhythm, knowing it so intimately himself. The way he held those same hips as he guided her into that same rhythm in their most passionate moments. He thought about what it sounded like when she stifled herself, bit at her lips, his shoulder, the pillow, in attempts to keep their dance so secret. And here, he had to sit back and watch as she so publicly danced with someone else. 

“Liebgott,” there was an elbow in his lower ribs. 

He turned to Talbert, realizing the cigarette in his hand had burned down to a nub in neglect. Talbert furrowed a brow but asked now questions. Liebgott got to his feet and excused himself from the table, leaving his fourth beer nearly untouched behind him. 

When the song ended, Bull let go of her waist and thanked her for the dance. She scrunched her nose with a smile at him. He tried to escort her back to their table, stating that surely some of their other company members would want a chance to dance with her. She provided him with a kind excuse, letting him know she was going to get some air and she’d be right back. Only twice did she have to argue that she would be just outside the door, where she had seen both Winters and Nixon standing. He agreed, only content when knowing she had chaperones. Rolling her eyes at the endearing concern, she navigated the compact crowd of people toward the door. 

Anyone in their sober mind would have clearly observed the level of intent she had seen in Liebgott’s stare for the majority of her dance with Bull. There was an anger that had ignited in her that made it difficult to focus on Bull in those moments. Liebgott had made her a lot of promises, many of them in the throws of passion, that she had not taken with more than a grain of salt. But when she made him promise to keep the extent to which they had become acquainted to himself, she was sure he understood the severity of the matter. 

Liebgott stood outside of the bar, his back resting against the building next door at the mouth of an alley. He knew he could only get away with a few minutes away from the company. Someone would come shouting for him before too long. 

He was surprised when he saw Evelyn exit the bar with a relieved sigh. She nodded to Winters and Nixon, who were standing just to the right of the entrance, enjoying the much less congested air. They addressed her in kind, Nixon held up a glass toward her with a small smile. A less raw version of himself would not have had the intrusive image of himself taking a set of brass knuckles to Nixon’s straight, white, Yale-boy grin. A better version of himself, maybe. 

When Evelyn’s eyes connected with his, her smile fell. The hard line that set along her lips let him know that whatever it was that she was going to share with him, it was not going to provide any solace to his bruised ego. 

“You,” she gritted her teeth as she got closer to him. She glanced over her shoulder to assure herself that there were no interested ears. “You have got to get it together, Joe.” Liebgott bit the inside of his cheek at the sound of his name on her lips. He had only heard it when it bubbled up from deep in her chest in her most vulnerable, passionate moments. God damn, she was so fucking beautiful. 

“What?” He was genuinely confused. How was it that he was getting in trouble for her dancing with Bull? 

“You,” she shoved his shoulder. It was then that he smelled the liquor on her breath. She had been close enough to him that he had also caught the sweetness of her perfume. Something in him ached. “Looking at me like that.” 

He chuckled a little at her. How threatening she was, how powerful. But he knew her soft edges. He knew those vulnerable moments. He knew her fear. He had swallowed it whole for her with the slip of her tongue. He knew her. 

“Looking at you like what?” He asked. His voice teased her in a way that drew goosebumps to the surface of her skin. He stepped forward, daring her to close the distance between them. Her eyes fluttered in response, her tongue tied. She did not respond. He smiled slyly, not able to help the shift between them. This was his place. Standing before her, teasing her, flustering her. Did Bull fucking Randleman do that? 

“Don’t do that to me,” she snapped out of her daze. She steeled herself, squared her shoulders, put a step of distance between their bodies. The haze of the moment passed and she remembered just how public a venue he had started this dance in. 

“Do what?” Those coy responses were what got Evelyn into this mess in the first place. He wanted her to get drunk on him. Addicted to him. 

“If you get us caught, you know what will happen,” she threatened. Joe nodded in response. There were no playful replies to bite back when the reality of what they had gotten themselves into was brought up. She had told him the conditions of her presence with the company. Should anyone catch wind of anything unsavory, she was done. 

She knew he understood how much her career meant to her. She knew he respected it. Respected her. He, however, knew that maybe his deepest fear was that he did not know if he would ever see her again. And that reality was even more frightening than what he had waiting for him on the other side of the ocean. 

Joe nodded, clenching his jaw. They stood at the mouth of that alley, wordlessly standing in the mud of their own making. She reached over, the softness of her fingers against his, caused him to jerk his head up in response, looking over her shoulder at the officers just ten feet from them. She boldly stroked the inside of his palm with her delicate fingers. The same way she did when they laid lazily in her bed under the cover of darkness, sweaty, glowing, and drunk on one another. 

“Don’t make this end before it has to,” she squeezed his hand. “Please.” 

Joe met her eyes. The dimensions of light and dark in them were picked up by the streetlamp. He wanted desperately to wrap his arms around her, tighter than Bull or any man could ever fucking hold her. He wanted to kiss her, taste every unsaid word on her lips. To touch her in ways that would leave her gasping, begging, crying out for more of him. He wanted to tell her that his days started and ended with her. Every single one of them since the moment his mouth tasted hers.

“Evie!” There was a shout from behind them. She pulled away from him with a jolt, her curtain of dark hair whipped around her shoulders. 

“You’ve got a line of men in here wondering when they’re getting their dance!” Nixon called, speaking for the masses he was gesturing to inside the building. 

“Yes, sir!” She responded, smiling brightly. She turned to Joe briefly. He swallowed the ball of fire making its way up from his belly. ‘Be good,’ she mouthed at him. She turned on her heel, the sweet smell of her perfume wafting behind her as she made her way back to the bar. Joe let out an exasperated sigh and reached into his pocket for a cigarette. 

#band of brothers #fan fiction #ao3 #fanfic #hbo war #ao3 fanfic #fan fiction update #fanfic update #BoB #BoB one shot #BoB oneshot #BoB imagine #BoB fan fic #Joe Liebgott #Liebgott #Joseph Liebgott #Liebgott/reader #Liebgott/oc #HBO war one shot #HBo war fic #wattpad

[gluteus-canis-familiaris]

Band of Brothers (2001) to Au Revoir by OneRepublic (Native, 2013)

curra to the muthafuqin hee, pls enjoy, mwah

#band of brothers #hbowar #easy company #band of brothers edit #au revoir #onerepublic #I just put together two of my favorites in the world im so happy #my biases in this video are apparent im sorry #but every easy boy i wasn't able to include was a literal dagger in my soul #too many beautiful shots so many unused clips #it haunts me #I'd make more edits to use them but this one nearly killed me #only took 11 yrs in fandom and 10 yrs to get this made??? #only consolation is that I beat Masters of the Air LOLOLOL #Youtube

[rebeccapearson]

BAND OF BROTHERS GIF HEADERS 

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#bobedit #bandofbrothersedit #hbowaredit #perioddramaedit #band of brothers #band of brothers headers #bob headers #tv: band of brothers #gifs* #headers* #my first headers!! i'm excited!! #these are all group shots because i didn't want to throw one or two random characters in there lol #please send requests :)

[wexhappyxfew]

Helloooo! Hope you're doing well.😊 I just caught your post about wanting to go back to your Landslide era and just wanna say... why not? You can do little prompts, a one-shot, a missing scene, whatever you feel like! Publish it, don't publish it, world's your oyster and you make the music etc. You're not done just because the main story's done!

Thing is, I think writing anything should be about that feeling you described in your tags. That fun feeling of liking your story, adoring these characters, having things sing on the page for you. The love should be there, you know? And for me a lot of the time the love is in keeping things small, in not doing huge projects all the time, and in having a few people to bounce ideas and creative things with. I love that one-shot energy of crafting something I can see the end of! And it creates space in my head for bigger things, too, because the bigger things I do start are ones that bring a lot of joy to the table -- and I can only welcome that joy when I'm not forcing anything in particualr to happen!

Sooooo go back to that era in which you loved your writing fiercely, and try to capture that in a new little seed! 🌼

eva please know you are an absolute gem and one of the kindest people i’ve ever had the pleasure of talking to and that your message has single-handedly made my day :’)))) because you are absolutely RIGHT! what’s holding me back from going back to that fun except truly just myself?!?!

i feel like there’s just so much i can talk about and so much gray area to write in that i could experiment with and just !!!!! ngl this message has made me want to open up the laptop and start writing RIGHT NOW lol! 🤣🙌

natia i’m coming back for you queen 🫡

(please know this message has meant so much to me in such a short span of time between me just reading it and now, and i can’t thank you enough for your constantly kind words bc this made me so happy!!!! 🥺🫶)

#eva you are an absolute GEM i tell you #you are absolutely correct #had a long long day and was super tired and came on and saw this and my mood went ⬆️⬆️⬆️ #i now have so … many ….. ideas?!?! #maybe i’ll do a one shot book?!?! #AU where natia was involved in d-day?!?! #missing scenes?!?! #MY BRAIN NOW IS EXPLODING AHHHHH #band of brothers #bob fic #landslide #*entering my landslide era bc i miss writing natia sm* #also if anyone else is in a weird place like i am right now with feeling this plz read this message :))) #the world is YES #MY OYSTER 😤😤😤

[jelly1799]

Love You Anyway

I’ve had the same two best friends since I can remember.

My dad split when I was two and my mom was a drunk who was never present, but those two, they had come into my life when I needed them most and never left me.

Tae was ten and Kook was eight when they stumbled upon me in the park late one night. My mom had a visitor that evening and made sure I knew not to come home.

I was huddled in the middle of the tube slide trying to hide and stay warm when I heard the two rambunctious boys show up at the park. I knew them both from school but had never spoken to either. I tended to stay alone so no one would find out what was really going on with me.

Everything was going smoothly while they laughed and swung on the swings, but suddenly Kook had come rushing onto the jungle gym and gone down the slide I was hiding in, bulldozing me out of it. I had gone flying out of it, landing harshly on the Astroturf and scrapping my arms.

He was very apologetic as he rushed over to me to help me up, not even once questioning why I was there, but Tae, he had walked over quietly not saying a word. He watched me with a stoic expression on his face, his eyes took in my small form and I knew he could tell something was up.

“What are you doing at the park alone? What are you, like four?” he asked with a small smirk on his lips.

“Tae,” Kook hisses at him and I crossed my arms over my chest annoyed that he wanted to act like I was a baby.

“I’m six just so you know,” I say matter of factly.

“Whatever, why are you here so late?”

“Well, 'cause I can't go home yet,” I say with a shrug and plop myself down on the small rock wall that surrounds the jungle gym.

“Why not?” Kook asks as he sits next to me very closely.

I look down at my lap not willing to answer the question. I knew the rules, stay invisible, don’t draw attention, and don’t open my mouth. Kook nudges my arm and I look up at his kind eyes. They are kids too, what could the problem be? So I tell them…everything.

A six-year-old not being able to go home because her mom was with a visitor did not go over well with them, so the boys snuck me into their house. Tae dug through his drawers until he found some clothes he thought would fit me, while Kook cleared off his bed apologizing profusely for the mess he had.

It was nice, they were nice. They brought me some dinner and then a package of chocolate donuts that I instantly devoured. Kook talked my ear off that night trying to make me feel as comfortable as I could before he crawled into Tae’s bed while I crawled into his. The bed was soft and warm, it smelled like the sheets had just been washed. It was everything I wished I could have but knew I shouldn’t get used to.

So in the early morning sunlight, I crept out of their house and made my way back to my own home. Mom was passed out topless on the couch, hand hanging off the side with a half-full bottle of one of the only men she claimed really loved her. Jose, Jack, and Johnnie the three J’s were a staple in our house.

I gingerly took the bottle out of her hand and put it on the table knowing she’d be angry if it spilled. The man who visited last night was long gone, so I covered her with a blanket and made my way to shower before school.

I walked to school in a daze, knowing it would be the same as every other day, but the teachers didn’t pay me any mind. Mom had instilled in me that I have to look presentable to the outside world.

My clothes were always clean and I always had a shower, so there was no need for them to worry about me. I did often dream though that it would be like the Matilda movie I had seen on TV, a kind teacher would notice me and take me away, but that was wishful thinking.

“Why did you leave, Abigail?” Tae’s mellow voice sounded from behind me and I froze.

“I had to get ready for school,” I answered nonchalantly and his eyes bore into me.

Kook butted in feeling the tension and walked up to me holding out a package of chocolate donuts.

“I brought these for you since you liked them so much,” he said with a toothy grin I found myself returning.

“Thanks, Kook,” I said softly taking the donuts from him happily. He loops his arm around my shoulder and pulled me along to walk to school.

“I’ll bring you some every day, Abby.”

From that day on, we were inseparable. They looked out for me, offering me a safe haven when I couldn’t go home. Tae seemed to be a little harder on me as we grew up, always calling me out on things, but me and Kook were two peas in a pod. He was my partner in crime and I loved them with everything I had. They were my everything…

But you know, when you are not fed love on a silver spoon you learn to lick it off knives.

As we grew up, I looked for love anywhere I could find it. Despite the guys always being there and looking out for me, I kept trying to fill the void inside of me with something or someone else.

First I thought it would be with my middle school science teacher who had taken me under his wing and spent late nights tutoring me so I wouldn’t fail. The late nights turned into small touches and first kisses. Soon followed the promises of love and I found myself falling into delusions. However, in the end, he paid for my first abortion and abandoned me as soon after.

The guys never found out who knocked me up but held my hand as I waited in the clinic for my name to be called. Kook took me home that night and held me all night as I cried and he promised that he would never leave, everything would be alright.

I was a mess after that. I had fallen in love with the idea of love and anyone who showed me the slightest bit of affection. Except the two who were always there for me no matter how many times I fucked up. I moved on from boyfriend to boyfriend, some sweet, some abusive, and some just looking for a fuck.

Both guys stepped in when things would get out of hand, they were always looking after me. Kook beat the shit out of my ex Kyle when he saw him slap me and Tae quickly got me out of his apartment, letting me crash in his room while he slept on the couch for a month until I got myself somewhere else to stay.

I looked for love through drugs and the dealers who promised me that what they were offering would give me exactly what I was looking for. That was my lowest, I had fought with Kook so lost in the euphoria the drugs gave me. I didn’t want to hear him hound me about how I had changed. I pushed both boys out of my life at that point.

Kook stayed away, I knew it was too painful for him to see me like that, but Tae, he never left. He would come every other day with some groceries or hygiene products. He would do some light housework, and make sure I showered and ate some food. He never once yelled at me or belittled me, he would just remind me he was there when I was ready for some help.

That all changed the day he walked into my place and found me half-dead on the couch choking on my own vomit. That was the day Kook decided to join him and it nearly broke them both. Kook froze but Tae jumped into action.

Lifting me up, he sprayed some Naloxone into my nose before shoving his fingers down my throat to make sure I got everything out. Kook dragged me into the shower and held me as I cried.

They never left me alone after that day. Kook questioned me over and over as to why I would do that to myself while Tae quietly watched from afar.

“Don’t you know I love you? That we love you, Abby?” Kook mumbled into my hair as he held onto me tightly.

That night passed out beside me, he was sensitive to every move I made. He bolted right up when I finally dragged myself away from his grip to go to the bathroom. After I explained where I was going he sleepily nodded and laid back down.

Tae had been gone for a few hours saying he had to go do something, but when I stepped out of the bathroom he was just coming through the door.

He gently took my hand and lead me out of the dodgy motel room I was staying in. The cool night breeze blew against my skin as we leaned against the balcony railings. I could tell he had something to say so I nervously broke the ice.

“I’m sorry, Tae. It’s just tha-” I started before he turned his gaze to me and my voice died.

“I could have lost you today, I mean, we could have lost you,” he said hoarsely. “Don’t you know how scared we were walking in on you like that?”

“I’m perfectly okay,” I said cheekily and he looked at me annoyed.

“You can’t keep doing this anymore, Abigail. I have been coming every day just to make sure you don’t kill yourself, but this is too much. You need to stop.”

“What will I have left if I stop, Tae? What am I supposed to do with this overwhelming sadness?” I asked looking away knowing he was right but not willing to accept it.

“You have me. You have us. We have always been here, Abigail. If you are sad, tell us and we will fix it; if you are lonely call and we will come running.”

“What about when you both have had enough? When you stop pitying me and move on with someone you love?” my voice quivers and I can’t stop the tears that roll down my face.

“We will always love you,” Kook's voice thick with sleep said from behind us and I turned to face him. He saw my tears and didn’t hesitate to step forward and pull me into his embrace.

“I’ll never leave you, Abby.”

“I have an idea,” Tae says smiling at me, his full wide boxy smile lit up his face and I felt my heart skip a beat.

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Six years later I’m smiling as I apply Rich Berry Red to my lips before heading out on stage with the two men who are my best friends in the whole world. We are about to perform in front of a crowd of 500 people and, in that crowd, there’s a talent agent that will be our chance to finally hit our big break.

“Berry Red again Abby?” Kook teases me as he drapes an arm around my shoulders keeping me close. His comforting smell of powder soothes my pre-stage jitters and I playfully elbow him in the gut.

“I love this color. It really suits me,” I say omitting the fact that I love it so much because Tae picked it out for me.

“Hmm, I really think a nice peach shade would work for you,” Kook says as he stares at my lips a little too long. His tongue darts out and glides across his lower lip and I quickly pull out of his embrace.

“Uh, sorry,” he says nervously ruffling the hair at the nape of his neck. “I’ll see you on stage, beautiful.”

He rushes out of the dressing room leaving me standing there watching as he trips over his own feet in his haste to get away from the awkward situation.

“When are you going to put the poor guy out of his misery and tell him you don’t love him?” Tae’s deep timbre sounds from beside me with a hint of amusement.

“I do love him,” I argue back as I turn to face him crossing my arms under my breasts and pushing them up. Tae’s eyes never stray from my face and I feel my heart speeding up as he steps closer.

“Not the same way he loves you.” Tae holds my gaze and I can’t breathe.

He’s right. Kook had grown into a wonderful man, he was sweet, caring, and funny. He worked out like no one’s business and the tattoos and piercings he acquired through the years only added to his appeal. Women constantly threw their bras and panties on stage at him but never once was he able to make my heart speed up like Tae did.

Kook was my partner in crime, he was the boy I told everything to, the first person I think of in the morning, and the last person I speak to at night. I did love him more than anyone in the whole world but just not romantically.

“No, I don’t, but I do love him,” I say quietly and Tae ducks his head so his eyes meet mine.

“But you love someone?” he asks with a raised eyebrow and I quickly look away.

“Ooo, you do! Who is it, Abigail?” he says playfully and I can’t stop the way my heart flutters.

Tae is always serious, it’s a trait he never quite grew out of but I loved it. He always balanced Kook and I out, he made sure we stuck to plans and that we were taken care of. But every now and again, when it’s just the two of us, he’d relax a little and his silly side would come out. We would laugh and play with each other, he would tease me and it was just another thing I loved about him.

I turn around avoiding him and he grabs my sides to tickle me as I squirm.

“Tell me who it is, Abigail! I need to approve of him if he’s going to be taking a place in your heart.”

He flips me around to face him, both of us struggling to catch our breath from the little tussle. I get lost in his eyes and throw all caution to the wind. Before I can second guess my moves, I close the distance between us and press my lips to his softly.

He freezes shocked by my bold actions, but I wrap my arms around his neck and he groans. His large hands tangle in my hair as he deepens the kiss. His lips devouring mine like he’s a starved man and I’m the meal he’s been looking forward to.

“You,” I whisper pressing my forehead against his, “I’m in love with you.”

“Abigail…he’s my brother, we can’t,” he says dropping his hands, his face full of regret, and I feel my heart starting to break as my panic sets in.

“He will understand, we can explain it to him,” I argue holding his face in my hands.

“It will break up the band.”

“It won’t,” I lean in to kiss him again with all the love I’ve been holding inside. We are both completely lost in the moment and we don’t hear the footsteps that approach.

“The fuck is this?!”

Tae jumps away from me as if my touch burns him and the small crack I was feeling earlier grows even larger. He moves to talk to Kook holding up his hand to stop him in his tracks.

“Kook, it’s not what it looks like, she kissed me an-” Tae starts.

“Don’t! You know how I feel about her. You’ve known since we were kids, Tae! How could you?!” he says angrily.

“I- we didn’t plan it, Kook,” I try to reason with him and he turns to look at me. No anger in his eyes, just sadness.

“I’m done.” he turns and walks out leaving Tae and I.

Tae rushes after him not even bothering to look back at me. When he returns a few minutes later he’s upset and doesn’t want to talk about what just happened.

We wait for Kook to come back but he doesn’t. We go on stage alone that night…

…and for many nights after.

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I saw something that reminded me of him today. I held the silly t-shirt in my hands and just thought of him.

Is he doing okay?

Are things better now?

Does he sleep earlier?

I wish he was still here, it’s hard not to sit in the memories and reminisce. There are so many things I want to tell him.

I miss you.

But I’m learning to be okay with the fact we’re apart now, so I quietly send him well wishes, grab my keys and head out to the studio to meet Tae.

It’s been a year and six months and not a day goes by where I don’t think about him.

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“Have you listened to his song?” Tae says as he sits beside me on the couch.

“No…I heard the title and thought I probably shouldn’t,” I sigh and rest my head on Tae’s shoulder.

After that night, Kook cut all ties with us. We went on stage and the talent agent picked us up for his label. We tried to speak with Kook and keep the band together but he refused to speak to us.

Tae took it terribly and when everything was said and done, he explained that he never felt that way for me. That I was like a younger sister to him and that was it. My heart was broken, I lost my person and my first love in a span of a few moments. All that heartbreak led to the success of our first album as I poured all of my feelings into our songs with Tae’s help.

We heard through the grapevine that Kook had been signed to a label on his own and he recently dropped his album but I was terrified. His debut song was a hit, people were eating it up and I knew from the name that it was going to hurt.

“Should we listen together?” Tae offers as he pulls out his phone and I reluctantly shake my head in agreement.

It’s a slow song, with a piano being the only distinguishing sound besides his soft voice. The second verse starts and I break.

Drug fueled fights

Ride your lows and highs

We played it all out

'Til we died

While you were busy breaking hearts

I was busy breaking

I was giving all my love, you were busy taking

Summer haze of summer wine reminded me of better times

But I let you in my heart

So now it's busy breaking

“Tae,” my voice cracks as the song ends and he looks at me with all the sympathy in the world.

“It will be alright,” he tries to reassure me pulling me into a hug.

But it's not. I miss him, I miss our family. I never realized how big of a role Jungkook was in my life ‘til he was gone. When we were signed, all I wanted to do was celebrate with Kook, when we finished our album, I wanted to share with him and know his thoughts, when we were nominated for a BBMA, I wanted him there with me and Tae, dressed in our all black outfits as we had planned, but he wasn’t there.

I spent the next few weeks working on a song. He wasn’t talking to us but maybe if I attracted enough attention, he would hear it. So I sat in front of my computer and nervously started a live and waited as our fans flooded into the chat.

“Hi everyone, how are you?” I greeted and tried to read comments as they whizzed by.

“Tae? Oh, I think he’s somewhere around the house. We finally have a day off so we are relaxing,” I smile at comments, people we happy we were enjoying some time off and wished us well.

“I’m actually here because I’ve been working on a side project and I’m so excited to share it with you all and know your thoughts.”

I quickly pull out my phone from my hoodie pocket and start the instrumental that Tae had made to go with the lyrics I wrote. I clear my throat already feeling emotional but I close my eyes, take a deep breath and let my voice out.

Wrote you a letter

Now that I'm here without you

Hope that you're better

Hope that you found someone new

'Cause I'm getting older

Know that I've changed

And I can't go back now

Nothing's the same

But I won't forget how

You called my name

When I was afraid

And now I'm afraid

Will you remember me?

Will you remember the way that I was?

Will you remember me?

Will you remember the way that you felt when you're next to me?

Will you remember?

Do you remember me?

Do you remember?

Will you remember me?

When I stop I feel the tears threatening to fall and I will myself not to let it happen. I need to end the live so I turn off my phone and give a small smile to the camera.

“That’s just a little something, let me know what you all think, if it gets enough likes I’ll convince Tae to let me add it to the new album,” I playfully wink at the camera and give a quick goodbye to the camera and shut it off.

I hear feet rushing to my room and Tae doesn’t even bother knocking before he comes in and throws himself on the bed beside me.

“Everyone is going crazy Abigail,” he says handing me his phone.

#WhoHurtAbby is trending along with #RememberMe.

“Do you think he will see it?”

“There’s no way he won’t. The people already love it and there are so many theories already about who it could be about.”

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks, Tae. I just want Kook to hear it and maybe reach out to us,” I say as I snuggle next to him laying my head on his chest.

“Me too. Hopefully, he will,” Tae sighs out as he leans down to press a kiss to the top of my head.

The weeks pass and the record label insists we add the song to the new album after it blew up all over the internet, but Kook never reaches out.

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“He released a song on SoundCloud,” Tae says walking into the studio. I rush out of the recording booth and hover over Tae’s phone as he pulls the song up.

It’s titled me & ur ghost and sits at 3 minutes and 21 seconds. The song starts with a funky beat that’s always been right up Kook's alley.

Tell me what I'm supposed to do with all these pictures on my iPhone

Even all them videos, only you and I know

You never cared about me, you just care about the likes though

Every time you pop up, you should see my fuckin' eye roll

I can't even kick it with the homies that we both know

I can't even fuck with any places that we used to go

Now all I got is just the memories of us, though

Burn it all down to the ground with your ghost

I'm not alone

It's just me and your ghost

And this cripplin' depression

I thought I learned my lesson

But, I threw out my phone

And I burned all your clothes

And now I'm not alone

It's just me and your ghost

“I guess it's safe to say he’s still angry,” Tae tries to say with a small smile but I find it in me to smile.

I never realized how much I had hurt him, I never thought of him in any other capacity except friendship. As the years have gone by without him, I can’t help but realize how empty I feel without him.

But I see now there’s nothing I can do to get him back. I just want him to know I still love him and I miss him.

“Tae you remember that song I didn't wanna put on the album 'cause it was too personal?”

“Yeah…” he says skeptically.

“I want it to be the debut song for the album. I don’t care what the company says,” I say pulling out my flash drive and plugging it into the system.

“Are you sure? You know what it’ll mean to him.”

“It’s gotta end and I can’t keep beating myself up for how I felt at the time,” I argue and Tae nervously agrees with me.

“Okay, then I want to do the first half of the song, I think you resonate best with the second verse. Then the last chorus we can come in together?” Tae suggests leaning over my shoulder messing with the mix a little.

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Our song was a hit, the fans ate it up and I felt like I had said my piece. Tae and I had been nominated for a Grammy and we got to perform. Kook was here too, he was up for one also, but didn’t spare us a look.

It hurt when I noticed him across from us at another table. I wanted to go up and say hi, tell him how much I’ve missed him, and congratulate him on his album, but when our eyes finally met, he quickly turned away and I felt my heart shatter.

“Just go and tell him you love him,” Tae whispers to me and I shake my head no.

“It’s too late now, I messed everything up. Plus I’m a mess, I’ve never been good enough for him, or you for that matter. I dunno how you guys put up with me for so long,” I sigh out and nervously pick at the sequins on my dress.

I had come to terms with the fact that I was in love with Kook months back. What I felt for Tae was puppy love, what I thought I wanted in a partner. As I went on without Kook, however, it became all too clear that he was the person I truly wanted. It was him who was my other half, he was the one I wanted to share all my ups and downs with. I realized it too late…

“Don’t do that,” he says harshly and I look at him surprised.

“Don’t talk about yourself like that, Abigail. You were dealt a shit hand and did the best you could, we aren’t better than you in any way and we stuck around because we love you.”

“I love you too, Tae,” I whisper and hug him tightly only to catch the cameraman zooming in on us.

“It’s time for us to go get ready,” Tae says pulling away and taking my hand to lead us backstage.

I switch into my stage outfit and wait in the wings while Tae stands on the opposite side waiting for his cue.

“All right everyone, now the performance we have all been waiting for. Please welcome to the stage, Abby & Tae,” the announcer says and the crowd applauds loudly.

Tae walks out, a lone spotlight on him as the mist fills the stage. The crowd is quiet as his deep voice lets out the lyrics that are also close to his heart. The stage goes dark and I rush out to my mark and let my voice out softly before the spotlight hits me.

Oh, the future we dreamed of is fading to black

Oh Oh, there's nothing more painful

Nothing more painful, oh-Woah

I start to imagine a world where we don't collide

And it's making me sick, but we'll heal and the sun will rise

If you tell me you're leaving, I'll make it easy

It'll be okay

And if we can't stop the bleeding

We don't have to fix it, we don't have to stay

I will love you either way

Ooh-ooh, it'll be oh, be okay

Tae’s voice joins in with mine as we sing the last of the song, the stage bursts into bright light as we both sing with all the emotion we have. When we are done, the audience stands clapping for us and I find my eyes darting to Kook’s table only to see he isn’t there. I instantly start crying and then Tae rushes over to hug me tightly, the crowd cheers even louder.

I find it hard to continue faking my smile as the night goes on, I never see Kook go back to his table. Tae and I won our nomination and all that is left is Record of the Year. Kook, Tae, and I are all up for it and I nervously hold Tae’s hand as the announcer lists the nominees.

“And the winner for Record of the Year is…” the announcer draws out as he opens the envelope. “Jeon Jungkook with Breaking Hearts!”

I stand happy for him, clapping enthusiastically as I watch him stride onto the stage wearing a different suit than earlier.

“Wow! I mean like, I didn’t even think there would be a chance that I would win. Breaking Hearts is such a personal song for me and I’m so thankful for the fans who were able to connect with it. I wanna thank my team for all their support and my fans, but there are two other people,” he clears his throat and I grab Tae’s hand.

“No one knows this but my brother and my best friend are here today. I wouldn’t have pushed myself so hard to make this album if it wasn’t for them. They made me who I am today so…Tae, Abby, thank you! This is for you guys too,” he says and the crowd turns to us and we both start clapping loudly for him, ignoring the curious looks from everyone else.

A stagehand rushes onto stage taking the trophy from Kook and handing him a guitar. He smiles at the crowd and holds the mic close.

“I was supposed to perform Breaking Hearts tonight but there’s been a change in plans. This is a new song for the girl I never stopped loving,” he makes eye contact with me and I feel my heart race in my chest as he starts to sing.

Through the storm in your head, let me be your shelter, yeah

Put your heart in my hands and your hand on my shoulder

Oh, 'cause when I'm looking at you, I can see forever

So go ahead, go ahead and tell me I shouldn't love you

Tell me I shouldn't fall

Show me all of your scars and the beautiful parts that you call your flaws

Tell me I shouldn't be here

But I don't care what you say

Darling, watch me, watch me, watch me love you anyway

“Go backstage,” Tae whispers as he pulls his hand away from me

“I can’t,” I mumble out and Tae chuckles.

“If you don’t go backstage right now all my hard work will be for nothing,” I turn to look at him confused and he just smiles at me.

“He got in contact with me after ‘It’ll be okay’ dropped. He apologized and we worked things out, and then I helped him plan for tonight. Now hurry up and go backstage before the song finishes,” Tae shoves me gently away from our table and I start rushing to see him.

I make it there and can hear the announcer giving the closing speech. I look around for Kook but he’s nowhere to be found. I frown thinking maybe he’s changed his mind, he’s probably thought better about being with me.

“Why would you be frowning when I just told the whole world I’m in love with you?” I hear Kook beside me, and my head whips to face him.

“Kook…” I breathe out nervously.

Now that I’m faced with him, I Have no idea what I’m meant to do. He watches me nervously fidget but then I feel him grab my hand and pull me into his embrace. The smell of powder engulfs me and I feel my body relax as his warmth surrounds me.

“I’m so sorry, Kook! I’ve missed you so much,” I mumble into his chest as he holds me close.

“I’m sorry, I let my feelings get the best of me. I let it, make me bitter and angry and keep me away from you two. I’ve missed you more than you could ever know,” he says against the top of my head.

“I have something for you,” he says gently and takes my hand, and leads me back to his dressing room.

He ruffles inside his bag before telling me to close my eyes and hold out my hands. I do as he asks, and feel a light weight in my hand. When I open my eyes, I see a small package of chocolate donuts, just like the ones he would give me when we were kids.

I laugh at the silly gesture that means everything in the world to me. Then look at the man standing in front of me who has known me almost my whole life, who has seen me at worst but never left me behind. The man who was part of all my highs in life and held my hand in my lowest lows. The man who knew all my ugly and my faults but still loved me despite it all.

“Jungkook,” I draw his attention back to me and hold his gaze. “I love you too.”

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