SOMEWHERE IN NORMANDY…

❦ 𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢! ❦

↯ 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍！

✾ 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌: 𝗇𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗇-𝖼𝗈𝗇, 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗍, 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌, 𝖯𝖫𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖤 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽／𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍！

★ 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 ＠𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌， 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 ：）

★ 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝟣𝟪+，𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁．

★ 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍！

★ 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝗆’𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗍！

★ 𝖨 𝖶𝖨𝖫𝖫 𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺, 𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗆, 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒！

✿ 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄 ✿

༄ 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗂𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾！

༄ 𝗂 𝗀𝗈 𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖾／𝗁𝖾𝗋

༄ 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖫𝟥 𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖾，𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖫𝟤 𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾！

༄ 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖫𝟥 𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗑𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒，𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗇！

༄ 𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖶𝖶𝟤 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗌．

༄ 𝗂’𝗆 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗒𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗑𝗂𝖺

༄ 𝗂 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗒𝗅𝗌！

༄ 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝗈𝗈

༄ 𝗂 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖫𝗍. 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗒 (𝟣𝟪𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍), 𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝟣𝟫𝟦𝟥

༄ 𝗂 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗍, 𝗂’𝗆 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗃𝗎𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄

༄ 𝗂 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌．．．

༄ 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾: 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗒, 𝖼𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗇, 𝗍𝗈𝗒𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒！𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆

༄ 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝟥 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾：𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗐𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖳𝖵 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖾! 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝟥 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾：𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝗈𝖾𝗅, 𝖽𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗐𝗂𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗏𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋！

༄ 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝗈, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍．

✯ 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 ✯

⟱⟱⟱

➬ 𝖡𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖮𝖥 𝖡𝖱𝖮𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖲

༄ 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐒 [𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬]

➤ 𝖬𝖠𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖲 𝖮𝖥 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖠𝖨𝖱

➤ 𝖲𝖠𝖵𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖯𝖱𝖨𝖵𝖠𝖳𝖤 𝖱𝖸𝖠𝖭

➤ 𝖴𝖯𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖪𝖲

𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖭𝖪𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖥𝖮𝖱 𝖳𝖠𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖳𝖨𝖬𝖤 𝖳𝖮 𝖫𝖮𝖮𝖪 𝖠𝖳 𝖬𝖸 𝖡𝖫𝖮𝖦！ 𝖥𝖤𝖤𝖫 𝖥𝖱𝖤𝖤 𝖳𝖮 𝖣𝖬 𝖬𝖤， 𝖨’𝖣 𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤 𝖳𝖮 𝖬𝖠𝖪𝖤 𝖥𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖭𝖣𝖲！

𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖸 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖨𝖭𝖦， 𝖳𝖠𝖪𝖤 𝖢𝖠𝖱𝖤 𝖮𝖥 𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖱𝖲𝖤𝖫𝖵𝖤𝖲！

(dividers by @uzmacchiato)

thank u very much!!🙌🏼

heyyy anon!! thankyou so much first of all!! i will GLADLY do this, ive never written for poly before but ill certainly try my best🤍

i’m sure we can ALL (most likely) agree that during our watch of band of brothers, cobb got on our nerves.. wether it was the hypocrisy towards the replacements, or the aggression towards webster— we were irritated by him at some point.

however, i believe this was an injustice done to the real cobb by tom hanks… let’s get into it⬇️

HAPPY BIRTHDAY COBB!

Roy Cobb was born on the 18th june 1914 in new york, united states; he passed away in 1990 at the age of 76 in niagara, new york.

he served from 1934-1945, and his final rank was PVT as a rifleman.

unlike his unfriendly portrayal in band of brothers, cobb was actually known to be quite good natured and kind, often actually helping replacements, etc.

he had already seen a lot of combat pre easy company, he fought in northern africa, survived a torpedoed troopship, and then went on to serve as a paratrooper, while yes he was injured during the drop in normandy— he rejoined easy not so long after and fought in every battle after.

In episode 8, we see cobb and others watching the german soldier that was screaming in pain, in the show cobb just swears and then walks away, however, in real life he actually collected lots of hand grenades and threw them across the bank (whilst at high risk of being shot by germans as this was in broad daylight), ultimately ending the german soldiers suffering.

unfortunately, the incident we see at the end of episode 8 where cobb gets aggressive with webster is true so SOME degree.

-> in real life, PVT. cobb actually assaulted Lt. foley, his platoon leader, after drinking a whole bottle of schnapps (presumably because he was mentally and physically tired); this incident unfortunately lead to his discharge from easy company, he was court martialed. he did however stay with easy company for 2-3 more months, meaning he was with them until shortly after VE day, whilst his court martial papers processed.

this incident was out of character for cobb, and his comrades still described him as good natured, and none had anything particularly bad to say about him— which is why i believe the show did an injustice to the real cobb.

cobb had an extremely private life post-war, so not much information can be found on what he did after, but we do know that he unfortunately passed away from cancer in (est.) january 1990 at the age of 76– he also unfortunately cut complete ties with his military connections, and never attended an easy company reunion.

roy cobb was a great man who had a singular blip during his service, tom hanks should’ve done better and honoured him the way he did with other veterans.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: everett blakely x fem!oc

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: smoking, drinking, canon typical warnings, pure fluff

ꜱᴏɴɢ: you’re my best friend - queen

ᴀ/ɴ: this is dedicated to my wonderful bestfriend @chamomile29, i love you mags, hope you enjoy!

also!! this story mentions the supergirl comics, even though she was introduced in 1959, so for the sake of this imagine let’s pretend she was around at this time..

Mags and Blakely. You never saw one without the other. They were attached at the hip, a simple task would suddenly become a two person job when they were around, it had been that way for years— ever since Maggie joined the airforce, and Everett had underestimated her, but he quickly came to learn the woman wasn’t one to mess with. Since she put him right in his place, he knew he needed her as a bestfriend. And she decided he wasn’t so bad after all.

“Hey Mickey.” Everett greeted, throwing a nod at his best friend.

He had allocated the nickname Mickey to Maggie after he discovered her ‘hey guys’ sounded oddly like the cartoon mouse. Mag’s hated it, or so she said, but Blakely didn’t care.

“Hey Ev.” Mags said, rolling her eyes at him.

“Roll those eyes any further back they’ll get stuck behind your head.” Everett smirked, pointing at her with his cigarette.

“Hm, least then i wouldn’t have to look at your face.” Mags shot back, a smirk now forming on her own face.

“Touché,” Blakely pouted, “you gonna be drinkin soon?”

Maggie hummed in mock though, of course she’d be drinking, it was the squads only chance to let loose, and she wouldn’t miss out.

“Of course I am Blakely, God, do you even know me at all.” Mags held a hand to her heart, acting wounded.

“Well, I know you have a weird obsession with those Supergirl comics.” Everett huffed, remembering all the lectures and long talks she’d given him about why supergirl is the best superhero ever.

“Aye!” Maggie clipped the back of his head, “I hope you aren’t ragging my girl.”

“Ouch! I’d never.” Ev gripped the back of his head, acting dramatic, as always.

“Good.” Maggie replied sternly.

“Yeah, yeah.” Blakely sarcastically agreed, still rubbing his head, “anyway, i’ll see ya soon.”

“Later Ev.” Mags bid him farewell before focusing back on the boxes she was sorting.

“Later.” Everett shouted, his voice trailing into the distance as he got further away.

As his figure became a small silhouette, Mag’s found herself smiling at him— but the grin soon became a grimace as she felt an odd feeling whirling in her stomach. Strange.

It was dark now, the sun had already set by the time Mags got back to her barracks to get ready. The pilot was feeling happy, light even, there wouldn’t be a mission tonight or tomorrow, meaning everyone would be able to properly enjoy their party tonight.

Maggie practically pranced to the bar, her dress uniform perfectly straight and her hair elegantly styled. She was excited. The closer she got to the area, the louder the rowdiness from the men could be heard, and the faint sound of music in the background blended perfectly into the crowd.

Pushing the doors open, it seemed Doug had set his eyes on Maggie first, as he came bounding over with his typical joyous expression.

“Maggie!” He yelled as he threw a friendly arm around her shoulder.

“Hey Dougie.” Maggie smiled, leaning into his side as he guided her toward a group of her comrades.

“Lookin’ lovely as ever honey.” Doug winked teasingly.

“I could say the same about you.” Mags beamed.

“Hey! If it isn’t Maggie.” A joyous shout echoed from behind her. Everett.

“Hey Ev!” Mags replied, an involuntary grin covering her face.

“Here you go m’lady.” The man held out a pint of beer to her.

As Maggie grabbed the drink from him, their fingers brushed slightly, causing the woman to freeze as the unusual feeling from earlier returned. It seemed that Everett had frozen slightly too, but just for a second. The man cleared his throat awkwardly, suddenly letting go of the beer, moving his hand and averting his gaze to anywhere but the woman before him.

“Thanks.” Maggie whispered, frowning at herself.

What the hell was happening?

Hours had passed, and the atmosphere was nothing short of spectacular. Trumpets boomed and soldiers danced and sang until they couldn’t anymore. It was booming.

Maggie was in a heated debate with Brady, arguing about whether the guitar or clarinet was better— though Brady was clearly biased, after all, he did play the clarinet. The pair were bickering back and forth, when all of a sudden an interrupting cough halted their conversation.

“Hey.” Blakely, again.

The air became thick with tension, it was almost as if there was a complete shift in the dynamic between Maggie and Everett ever since earlier that day— it was strange. But Brady, being drunk and oblivious, turned to Ev.

“Hey Ev, what’s better, clarinet or guitar?” John was already glaring at Everett, daring him to say the wrong answer.

“I’m gonna have to go with the clarinet.” The pilot agreed with his friend. Maggie’s mouth hung open.

“What?!” She gasped, shocked that someone thought the clarinet was better than guitar.

“Sorry Mickey,” Blakely laughed, before continuing, “wanna dance?”

“What.. me?” Brady pointed to himself, a baffled look falling over his face.

“No you hobgoblin, Maggie.” Everett pulled him an incredulous look.

Maggie’s stomach erupted into the strange feeling once again, it almost felt ticklish, yet exciting, it was confusing.

“Oh yeah, makes sense.” Brady chuckled to himself before taking yet another sip of beer.

Everett turned his head to Maggie, looking at his fellow pilot expectantly, “So, shall we?” he finished, holding his hand out to her.

“Yeah, sure.”

Outwardly, Maggie was calm, composed even- with just a slight buzz from her beer in her head; inwardly, however, was a different story. Her stomach was churning, both in questioning and in apprehension.

Questions raced through her head as her best friend led her to the dance floor. What had changed? What was this feeling? Was she just drunk? Her thoughts were interrupted when Everett halted and pulled her to his chest abruptly.

The music began playing softly around them as he spoke, “You know, you scrub up well Mickey.”

Mags grinned, “Is that a compliment I hear Mr Blakely?”

“Pfft..” Ev scoffed, “maybe.” He looked down at his feet as they swayed, and Maggie swore she could see his cheeks turn rosey.

“Well, compliment accepted, thanks Ev.” Maggie felt her cheeks heat up at the notion, but he couldn’t know that, so she looked at her feet too- hiding her face.

“You always look beautiful.” Blakely whispered, so quietly that Maggie almost missed it, but she didn’t.

The woman lifted her head up, wondering if she heard him correctly, only to met with his eyes already trained on her.

Suddenly, the music faded from around them, and the figures of her comrades turned into a blur, it was just those two, swaying softly to the tune. The air grew thick, from that moment, she knew it wasn’t just her that felt it. Though, it was confirmed when Everett inched his head toward her face, ever so slightly. But Maggie noticed, and joined him— until their lips finally met.

It was gentle, soft, only for them— no extravagant performance, just quiet passion; something that said a thousand unspoken words in one kiss.

When they finally pulled away, Everett nudged Maggie’s head to rest on his shoulder. As they both continued moving to the music, the atmosphere now felt steady, not thick with tension, nor awkwardness, it was just steady. And that was enough for now.

It had been a week since Maggie and Everett’s shared kiss in the middle of the dance floor. It had been a week since they had last spoken.

Maggie wanted to speak to him, she really had— but she didn’t want to risk losing the bond they had already built. She had questioned herself constantly ever since that day. What if he had made a mistake? What if he regretted it and decided he wanted nothing to do with her? The pilot couldn’t handle the rejection, not from him. Not when it was something she wanted to badly.

Which is why she began avoiding him. If Everett was in the dining hall, Maggie was in her barracks. If he was by the barracks, she was in the bathroom. If he was trying to talk to her, she would be busy doing a useless task. She was anywhere but near him. And neither of them could take it. It had gone from the pair being inseparable, to them hardly seeing one another. It hurt, Maggie knew that, but it wouldn’t hurt as much as Everett rejecting her.

There was a mission this morning, the men (and woman) would be flying within the hour. Maggie was worried. If anything were to happen to Everett in the air, she would forever carry the guilt on her shoulders of avoiding her best friend. But she just couldn’t bring herself to face him. So, as she stood in her barracks adjusting her flying gear, Mags let a single tear fall.

Before another one could drop, the door to her sleeping quarter burst open, with a force so strong that Maggie almost thought it was supergirl throwing it open. Her breath caught in her throat, however, when she realised it wasn’t the superhero, but Everett Blakely.

He looked disheveled, confused, and hurt.

For a moment, the two stood frozen, looking at each other, both waiting for the other to make the first move.

“Maggie.” He breathed.

The woman held her breath, awaiting the undoubted rejection that was about to come, at least she would get some closure.

Ev stalked over to her, determination in his step, before he came to a halt a few places from her.

“Listen,” he closed his eyes before continuing, “I don’t know what happened, I don’t know why you’re ignoring me, I- I know you might regret what happened, but I don’t. It’s okay, if you do, but please, i’m begging you, talk to me.” He swallowed.

Maggie didn’t know what to say, her heart was pounding like it never had before. Everett took it as a sign to continue.

“I can’t live without you, please. I- I never realised before, but now I do. I love you. I love everything about you. If you don’t feel the same, that’s fine, but please don’t ignore me. I can’t live without you.” He was breathless and sweating, almost heaving from the confession.

Maggie could hardly process his words, he loved her. She scanned his eyes, looking for deception anywhere. Yet, she didn’t find anything but honesty. Her mouth hung open, but no words came out, they couldn’t. Instead, she lunged forward, wrapping her arms around the man’s waist. Everett didn’t waste any time, enveloping her in a tight grip.

“I’m so sorry Ev, I was so scared.” Maggie sniffed, holding the man in an iron clasp.

“It’s okay.” He comforted, rubbing her back as he kissed her hair.

“I love you, more than anything Everett Blakely.” Maggie confessed, laughing in disbelief.

“Well that’s relieving.” Blakely joked, breaking through the friction.

The pair giggled, still holding each other like there was no tomorrow— but for them, there may not have been. That was their reality. And they didn’t want to waste another second of it.

(dividers by @strangergraphics)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: joe toye x fem!sniper oc

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: canon typical warnings, bastogne is a warning in itself, swearing, serious injury

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: i wanna know what love is - foreigner

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: joe and marie had been dancing around each other for years, too scared to find something good that could be taken in an instant… but when joe gets seriously injured, will it give them the push they both need?

NOT PROOF READ!

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐍

“Sh!” Marie hissed at the tan man next to her.

Joe whipped his head round, a broody look on his face as he stared at the girl.

“You sh.” Toye whisper-shouted back, looking offended that Marie had even dared tell him what to do.

“Well I would be quiet, but someone,” Marie emphasised the ‘someone’, flickering her eyes between the dynamic duo that was Joe and Bill, “won’t shutup.”

“Aye’ don’t act like you don’t-” Bill’s tease was interrupted by an abrupt order. They were moving in.

Before anyone had the chance to even enter the gates that lead to Carentan, an assault of casings began to rain upon them— dropping every soldier that dared come close. So many dead, injured, in just mere seconds.

Marie couldn’t think, her thoughts blurred and raced as the dusty gravel shot up, hindering her vision the more she pushed forward. She didn’t know what to do. If she carried on to the town, she would more than likely die- but if she didn’t carry on, she would be a coward.

Before the woman had chance to make a decision, she felt a firm grip on the back of her uniform, one so firm that it caused her to topple into the ditch beside her— into cover.

“What the hell were you doin?!” A gravelly voice screeched.

Marie whipped her head around, ducking as the bullets continued their assault. Joe Toye.

“I was doing my job!” Marie retorted, what the hell did he think she was doing?

“Well you ain’t gonna be no good at your job if ya’ got bullets for brains!” Joe shouted over the noise, if that was possible.

Just as Marie was about to say her piece, she noticed a hint of something behind his eyes— pain. Her eyes naturally gravitated downward, scanning for an injury. Her eyes halted immediately on his lower torso. Blood, his blood.

Joe seemed to notice Marie’s shocked expression, as his eyes trailed down his own body, slowly, as if he knew what was coming. The soldiers face began to pale as he brought a quivering finger to brush over the blood coating his uniform.

“Joe.” Marie whispered, fearing that if she was too loud, it would somehow make the injury worse.

As soon as Toye’s finger scraped his wound, he winced, and rolled to his back involuntarily— the screams of their comrades became background noise, all Marie could hear was the sound of her own heartbeat, and the man she loved’s pained groans as he clutched at his side.

Everything appeared in slow motion, men dropping to the ground, bullets flying, Joe writhing. Marie didn’t know what to do, it was like she was frozen in place. He couldn’t die. That thought seemed to do the trick, Marie was up within a second, bolting to stop Joe from worsening his wound.

Marie gripped Joe’s shoulders, holding him down. She scanned his face, only to be met with the sight of drooping eyes and clenched teeth.

“Joe!” Marie cried out, trying to keep him awake, it didn’t seem to work.

“Joseph Toye you stay awake!” Marie now shook his shoulders with one hand, using her free hand to pressurise the wound.

“Mm.” Was all that could be heard as Joe went limp in Marie’s arms, the only movement from him being his head lolling from side to side, like a ragdoll.

Hot tears began cascading down Marie’s face, “Medic!” She screeched.

“Joe, Joe wake up, please!” The woman begged, never letting go of his shoulders.

“Marie!” The sniper heard a familiar voice ring out, Gene.

Despite the medic making his way to her, she refused to look, keeping her eyes trained on Joe— still making futile attempts to wake him up.

Mere seconds later, Marie felt Roe’s hand grip her shoulder, gently but firm enough to get her out of the way so he could do his job. As Gene scanned over the injury and got to work, all the soldier could do was look at the man before her, the one that she had grown to care for- more than she’d like to admit- and squeeze his hand, hoping he knew somewhere deep inside that she wouldn’t leave his side.

Marie was deep in slumber, an uncomfortable one— the girl had been in the hospital for days, slouching and sleeping in a chair next to Joes bed, not seeing anything outside the claustrophobic walls since Carentan. It hadn’t been long, three days at most, but those days felt like forever; especially since there was no sign of Joe waking up soon.

Some of the men had come and gone, Bill, Malarkey and Luz being the most frequenting visitors. But Marie was the only one that had stayed— it had been allowed because the company was now on rest, they didn’t know how long for, a few more hours, a month? It was unpredictable, but Marie knew she’d spend this time with Joe.

Marie wasn’t a particularly religious person, yet she found herself praying over Joe’s bedside each night, begging the lord above to listen to her pleas just this once, promising to be a faithful servant if her prayers were answered. So far, it wasn’t looking too promising. As the hours dragged on painfully, Marie realised just how much she missed her comrade, sure, he was right next to her, but she missed his gruff voice, his frowns, and most of all— just his alive presence.

The only thing that helped to pass the time was memories. Memories of previous encounters between the two, bantering and messing, the serious look on Joe’s face when he threw subtle insults, but his small smile when he thought no one could see giving away the fact he never meant it, the brushing of hands as they walked side by side, the laying heads on shoulders for ‘warmth’ on cold nights in foxholes. Marie wanted that back.

“Hey.” A voice whispered, Marie’s eyes fluttered open tiredly. Bill.

“Mm,” Marie groaned, lifting her head up from its place next to Joe’s arm and sitting back in her chair, “hey Bill.”

“How you doin’ kid?” He asked sincerely, walking closer to the bed and dragging his eyes over his friend’s still state.

Marie followed his gaze, sighing lightly in disappointment at his lack of movement, “I’m doing okay.”

Bill gave the woman a pointed look, “You sure about that? Those bags say otherwise.” He finished with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood.

“Hey asshole,” Marie smiled, “let’s see you sleep in one a’ these chairs for days.”

“Oh nah i’m good, I’ll stick to barracks for now.”

“That’s what I thought.” Marie jested, trying to keep the mood light, to keep herself sane.

The jolly atmosphere didn’t last long, however, before Bill’s face turned serious once more.

“Ya’ know, he really likes you M.” The man said, something solemn yet honest in his voice.

Marie’s heart thudded, she knew what she meant, they’d had this conversation countless times before; Marie always took it as teasing, never truly considering it, for she knew if she let Joe in, or he let her in, one of them would be left grieving a love that had no place in war, and it never seemed worth it. After seeing the state of Joe in Carentan, though, Marie began to rethink her decision.

“I know Bill.” Marie pursed her lips into a tight smile, once again bringing her eyes to Joe’s face, and rubbing a soft hand over his limp one— God, even when he was in such a state he was still beautiful.

“Well, i’ll leave you to it then.”

The atmosphere became thick, full of unspoken confessions as Bill left the room, leaving the words he said to settle in the air, circling through the air and into Marie’s mind.

“Please, Joe, come back to me.” Marie muttered tearfully, a single droplet running down her cheek in despair— she couldn’t fight this war, not without him by her side.

Marie dropped her head in defeat, landing it perfectly on his bare shoulder and letting her tears flow freely down his arm— but soon after she did so, she felt an unfamiliar sensation on her hand. A squeeze.

The sniper audibly gaspes, whipping her head up she could’ve swore she got whiplash.

“Joe?!” Marie practically screamed, her eyes wide as saucers staring at him, hoping for any movement at all from the man in front of her.

She let out a disbelieving laugh when she noticed Joe’s eyes begin flickering, his head shifting from side to side ever so slightly.

“Joe!”

“Mmm.” He groaned.

Marie’s mouth hung open, he was okay. Maybe.

“Marie?” Joe’s eyes had finally opened, albeit slowly and squinting. But they were open, and he had spoken.

“Oh!” Marie squealed, something inside her forcing her to lunge forward and push her arms around him.

“You’re awake!”

“Yeah.” Joe hissed, making Marie jump back, remembering that he was still in fact injured.

“Sorry.” She apologised.

The man didn’t respond, instead settling for a smile as he gazed at the woman before him.

“You crying? Over me?” Joe teased knowingly, a tired smirk on his face as he laid back.

Marie scoffed, “Don’t be stupid, it’s allergies.”

“Right, right.” Joe mustered a laugh as well as he could.

Silence settled around the pair awkwardly, neither of them knowing what they should do next, but they knew what they wanted to do. The tension rose as their eye contact remained unbroken, until Marie lunged forward.

Her lips met Joe’s with force, both greedily pushing forward, Joe’s pain disappearing as they continued. After what felt like a perfect eternity, the pair pulled their mouths back, but kept their foreheads connected— their hot breaths intertwining as they huffed in satisfaction.

“Never scare me like that again.” Marie ordered seriously.

“No promises.” Joe smiled, caressing a thumb over Marie’s cheek gently, admiring her. Despite being in the heart of a war, neither of them could be happier.

Little did they know what the future had in store.

I have more in this line of ask and if you’re worried about language don’t be you don’t have to include the actual language itself you can just say like and reader says in Yiddish “blah blah blah” I truly do not care

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