#howunexpectedlyso

For the ship ask game (Band of Brothers, please? you are a gem💎) ... my biggest passion is storytelling, through art, writing, and theater. I am definitely a cat person (though I also like dogs) and can't wait to adopt one once circumstances fall into place. I am also an introvert who feels emotions very strongly and wears her heart on her sleeve. I joke about my trauma to cope lol but all I really want is to tell somebody wholeheartedly about what I've been through while they hold me. And cuddles!! My love language is 10000% physical affection. Also I think I'm pretty good at gift-giving so that's a thing too. I don't get fired up all that easily but when I do it's a firestorm. My sleep schedule goes from 10 hours of sleep to 2 hours and it's fine anyway I'm so glad you opened up requests for this and I can't wait to see what you come up with!

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Omg I’m so glad to see you in my inbox @howunexpectedlyso ! Your blogs bring me such joy! I couldn’t wait to respond to your request but it also took me a while to brainstorm HCs because I see you with a lot of the Easy boys and I wanted to make sure I picked the most compatible one! Here you go! And Happy Holidays!!

I ship you with: George Luz!

What would we do w/o George Luz??

What would George Luz do w/o you?? ;)

You guys are perfect together and really light up each other's lives during the holidays

Like you, George is a natural storyteller

More so in the way of acting, though

You both audition at your community theatre for It’s A Wonderful Life

George pouts all week about not getting the main role, George Bailey

He says that he would’ve been perfect, after all, he is a George, too ;)

You get cast as Mary

You help eachother run lines

George is also your hype man if you ever get stage fright or start doubting your own acting abilities

During final bows, he’s beaming with pride when he sees you out there on the stage

After the final performance, George convinces you it’s a good idea to throw the cast party at your apartment

Though you both love the cast like family, your favorite part of the evening is when everybody leaves

You like it, as an introvert, because that means you get to recharge

George likes it because it gives him a chance to cuddle with you on the couch

It’s the one time the man with actually stfu

Like you, George is also a physically affectionate person

He knows exactly how to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck and kiss your ear after whispering “I Love You”

You both fall asleep on the couch, party streamers still on the floor, watching your favorite christmas movie at 2am.

The last thing you remember hearing is George mimicking some stupid line from the movie.

George is more than happy to keep snuggling you until 10am

He basically is insulted if you or anyone suggests getting up before 9am

Even though he gets up sort of late, he still has a fun activity planned for the day

It is the week before Christmas after all…

Though groggy, he drives you both down the street to grab a coffee/tea

He then drives you both to the Humane Society.

You look over at him skeptically

“What?” He shrugs. “I just want to take a look inside.”

So you both go in and George asks the volunteers to see the cats.

Your heart immediately starts swelling. George knows how much you love cats.

The volunteers bring out a new litter of kittens.

One of them immediately catches your eye - an orange tabby.

George is like a little kid in a candy shop.

He’s on the floor playing with the kittens, making funny cat noises.

Your heart already belongs to the orange tabby, who hasn’t left your side since you met.

George can tell how smitten you are with the kitten.

“We’ll take that little guy!” George tells the volunteer, pointing to the kitten.

“What?!” You turn to George.

“Merry Christmas, sugar.” George smiles up at you.

He tells you how he remembers you telling him one night how much you’ve always wanted a cat, and now that you guys have moved in together, you can finally start raising one.

“Maybe next Christmas we can invest in a dog.” George winks at you sweetly, relishing your delight at your new Christmas gift.

I hope you’re happy with a Liebgott fic! Featuring my OC, Anna. You can read more about these two here. This fic takes place in the States, before the War, and somewhere in the middle of the events in the linked fic.

It’s going to storm, Joe muses. It’s dark earlier than usual, and he tries to burrow into his clothes a bit against the chill in the air as he stands on guard duty.

A small figure approaches in the distance, and when she gets closer, he bites back a laugh at the scowl on her face. 

“Shift’s up,” she says quietly. “It’s going to rain.” 

“Who relieved you?” 

“Chuck.” She shifts her weight. “Who are you waiting for?” 

“Perco, I think.” 

She smirks. “He’s never going to shut up about guard duty in the rain.” 

Why does he keep checking his watch?

He doesn't worry, he never worries, because worrying is for a lesser class of human beings for whom failure is an option, and Nixons never fail, at anything, ever. If she doesn't show, why should that matter to him, when there are a million other fish in the sea who would be more than happy to show a man with his kind of money a good time?

And yet here he is, nearly checking his watch again, going over the phone call in his head, the date, the time, the name of the park, and just as he's going for his cuff she's there, wonderfully, amazingly, there, and he can breathe again.

"Worried I wouldn't show?" she asks, smiling and slipping her arm into his as though they've done this a million times before, and he can't bring himself to answer 'yes.'

Again, happy birthday!! 😁

Thank you very much!! 💜💜 And what a fun request -- I haven’t really written anything for either one before, so I wound up picking Malark and had myself a blast with this one. As I don’t do reader fics or anything of the sort, I wound up creating an OC who just seemed to fit this story beautifully.. and I do hope you’ll enjoy the direction I took this in.

this dream of you

“Well, I wasn’t going to do it this way,” says Don, then, decisive but winking at her in a conspiratorial way that tells her he’s none too serious, “but you leave me absolutely no choice, ma’am.”

“Oh?” Sarah leans closer to him, fully aware of his hand on her bare knee and that small smile he only seems to smile at her. She lowers her voice. Leans in so close that her lips brush his ear. “Did I force your hand, soldier?”

“Marry me,” he says, and she bursts into laughter at the barely-concealed mirth with which he says it. They’re both laughing on this bench in the middle of the pub – slightly drunk, slightly enamored – and she knows he doesn’t mean a damn thing even when his hand squeezes her knee and his face is almost void of jokes. “Sarah, I’m serious, you gotta –”

“This is the least romantic proposal I’ve ever heard,” she grins, and kisses his cheek. “I love it.”

CHLOE MY BELOVED TYSM FOR THIS 💕

“I want chocolate chip cookies,” Dick said, out of nowhere.

“Why?” asked Georgia.

“I don’t know, I just do. It beats these beans.”

Hi Chloe 👋🏻 Seeing how I have a Medieval England AU now, this works perfectly.

This was not the first time that his big mouth had gotten him into trouble and it probably wouldn’t be the last time either.

“I reckon I could shoot an arrow through that window over there,” he pointed up at the tower and at the open shutters at the top. Of course Talbert had called him out on that statement and had wanted to see proof, Joseph would have done the exact same thing.

When he looked up from where he was standing in the courtyard, he could see Talbert leaning against the wall, waiting for him to take his shot, ready to shout “I knew you couldn’t do it!”