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[mccall-muffin]

Will you? // Joe Liebgott x Reader

To my dearest bestie ever @liebgotts-lovergirl! I know you never thought of me as your secret Santa, but here I am 🥰 🥰 

I wish you the best and nicest of Christmas and a happy new year and everything there is to have 🥰 

Thank you so much for everything! I really am thankful for calling you my friend and my bestie! 💓

Summary: Just reader and Joe Fluff

July 02, 1945 - Zell am See, Austria

"Where are you taking me?" you laugh as Joe pulls you along. He blindfolds you and tells you to just trust him, which you do. You'd trust him with your life if it came down to it.

"Stop nagging now and let yourself be surprised," Joe says, holding your hand.

You can feel the stones under your feet, and the lapping of the water is getting closer. "I swear to you, Liebgott, if this is a stupid joke and you throw me in the lake, you will regret it!" Joe has to grin at your words. It's incredible how you can ruin a romantic idea with such a fantasy, but that's just you, and for Joe, it's perfect.

What would I do without your smart mouth? Drawing me in and you kicking me out.

"Why can't you trust me for once?" asks Joe, and you stop. "You think I don't trust you?" you ask, perplexed, but you hear Joe laugh. "You know what I mean, Y/N," he says, and you feel him standing before you. Joe shakes his head in amusement as he eyes you. You just can't be tamed by anyone; you're a free spirit through and through.

Then he walks around you and pushes you forward a little more by the shoulders.

You've got my head spinning, no kidding

I can't pin you down

"Ready?" he asks, and you just shrug your shoulders. "Since I don't know what for..." you start grinning, but then Joe already takes the blindfold off your eyes. The grin on your face is quickly gone. With your mouth open, you stare at Joe's surprise.

Directly by the lake is a small table with two chairs, which is set. All around the table are torches that illuminate the little place. There are also candles on the table, which is just highly romantic.

Joe is watching you, but he can't tell at all what's happening in your head, which makes him visibly nervous.

After what feels like an eternity, you stir and look at Joe. Your eyes glisten in the candlelight.

What's going on in that beautiful mind

I'm on your magical mystery ride

"This... Is that for me?" you ask uncertainly, looking at Joe. He's facing you with his typical lopsided grin, hands tucked away in his pockets, and he looks at you before nodding. "But why?" you continue to ask, and Joe bites his lip.

"Because..." he begins, taking a step toward you. He looks you in the eye and doesn't know what to say. "Because you deserve it," he whispers, and you still look at him in surprise. Then, to Joe's surprise, you step forward and put your arms around him.  "No one has ever done anything like this for me before," you whisper, looking at him. Your expression is gentle, and you smile slightly.

Joe quickly steps forward and pulls the chair out to let you sit down. Hesitantly, you walk up to him and sit down on the chair. Then he almost runs around the table and sits across from you.

"Would probably be even more romantic if I wasn't sitting here in the ODs," you laugh after a while, pointing to your clothes. Your hair is tied up in a disheveled bun, and you're not wearing any makeup. "You're beautiful like that too, Y/N," he says then, and you can't help but take his hand in yours and gently stroke it with your thumb. Joe pours you both a glass of champagne.

"You're too good to me."

"Y/N, there's something I've been meaning to tell you," Joe then says, and you can tell he's nervous because he's kneading his fingers. "What's wrong?" you ask immediately, looking at him thoughtfully. Joe looks at you gently before standing up and walking over to you. He pulls you back to your feet. "Y/N..." he almost whispers.

My head's underwater

But I'm breathing fine

You're crazy, and I'm out of my mind

"For about three years, we've known each other. From the beginning, you've knocked my socks off, even if, in between, I would have loved to slap you against the wall. Your whining or incredibly annoying habit of biting your fingernails nearly drove me out of my mind. But here we are at the end of the road. And I just have to tell you now: I love you, Y/N. With all my heart. You gave me the strength to get through this war."

With tears in your eyes, you look at Joe. "Joe," you whisper, wiping away some tears with your hand. He takes your hands in his and looks at you.

'Cause all of me

Loves all of you

Love your curves and all your edges

All your perfect imperfections

The tears continue to run down your face, and you try to cover them, but Joe takes your hand away from your face before coming closer and kissing your cheeks. "Don't ever hide! You're beautiful just the way you are. You always have been."

How many times do I have to tell you?

Even when you're crying, you're beautiful too.

Automatically you think back to the difficult times you both went through.

Normandy, when you had your first jump and wandered alone for almost two days before you found Easy Company and Joe, who held you in his arms for minutes when he saw you.

Holland, when you were wounded, and he sat next to you in the aid station and held your hand as Doc removed the bullet from your shoulder.

Then came Bastogne - your worst nightmare. The countless friends you lost. The depression you fell into, and Joe pulled you out of.

And finally, the concentration camp, where you completely lost faith in humanity, but he never left your side.

In all bad situations, he was there for you.

Nervousness rises in you as you see Joe reach into his jacket and then kneel in front of you. "Y/N Y/L/N. I love you. So much. I can hardly describe it. You are my angel sent to me in the darkest time of my life." Joe opens the box he is holding, and a beautiful ring is inside. "You are my life, Y/N, and I don't think it would be the same without you. You bring the color to this dreary time, and since I no longer want to go around being color blind..."

The world is beating you down,

I'm around through every mood

You're my downfall; you're my muse.

My worst distraction, my rhythm, and blues

He clears his throat. "Will you do me the greatest of honors, make me the happiest of men, be my angel for life? Will you marry me?"

Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts

Risking it all, though it's hard

Your heart stops for a moment, and you look at him. Did that really just happen? Tears come to your eyes again. "Holy shit!" You laugh, which immediately infects Joe. Of course, only you could manage to comment on such a romantic and essential moment with those words. "Joe Liebgott, you have no idea how much I love you."

"Is that a yes?" then Joe asks, and you just nod, "But of course! Jesus, you are my life, Joe! Yes, yes! Thousand times, yes!"

Joe's grin widens as he slips the beautiful ring over your finger, stands up, and gives you a big hug. "Jeez, I love you," he whispers against your lips before kissing you passionately.

Give your all to me

I'll give my all to you

You're my end and my beginning

Even when I lose, I'm winning

Cause I give you all of me

And you give me all of you

[legend-of-bob]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 4/6 Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, Linked Universe - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Spirit & Wind (Linked Universe), Niko & Wind (Linked Universe), Link & Niko (Legend of Zelda), Niko (Legend of Zelda) & Spirit (Linked Universe), background st zelink Characters: Link (Legend of Zelda), Wind (Linked Universe), Spirit (Linked Universe), Zelda (Legend of Zelda), Niko (Legend of Zelda) Additional Tags: Linked Universe (Legend of Zelda), spirit meets the chain, Wind (Linked Universe)-centric, Angst, POV Wind (Linked Universe), Canon-Typical Violence, Homesickness, How Do I Tag, Guns Summary:

In which Wind fights a dinolfos for the first time and decides it's the universe's worst lizalfos to fight on a moving train.

[wexhappyxfew]

haven’t been able to write since last week bc ‘road-tripping’ and today i finally have some time to and i’m so excited :) it’s the little things i swear! i just have so many ideas that need to go onto a page haha ☺️

[bobthebobking]

Ragtime

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The chain was out at some tavern, in some era that none of them belonged to. They had the funds to all get a hot meal not made by Wild for once, and it’s a pretty lively night. The tables were nearly packed- the waitress mentioned a musician playing tonight? The boys were looking forward to it; they could all use a bit of fun after the past few days of hiking and fighting.

Not long after their orders were taken, a few servers worked together to bring out their plates and plates and plates of food. As they began digging in, a man took a seat at the piano in the corner of the establishment, ever-so-slightly elevated by a small stage. Most of the patrons applauded as he settled down, obviously regulars who knew what kind of performance to expect.

A hush fell over the crowd as the first few notes rang out, soft and slow, testing the sound. Everyone around them seemed to inhale as the pianist paused, before he brought his fingers down on the keys with a force and tempo that caught most of the chain off guard.

The music was jaunty, lively in a way few of them had ever heard before. Low notes created a constant, syncopated rhythm that pushed the high notes into a series of impressive scales. The heroes found themselves struggling to focus on their meal with the music almost pulling them to move with it.

As the song came to a close, calming down with a few chords, the crowd erupted into whistles and cheers. They hadn't realized how quiet the crowd had been during the performance, but it now seemed that whatever spell had taken hold was broken. Conversation began again, laughter and mirth filling the air around them once more.

"That was amazing! I haven't heard anything like that since we all began traveling together," Hyrule gushed with a smile, “It makes me feel like I’m back home.”

Legend raised an eyebrow from the seat across from him, surprised. “You know ragtime?”

Hyrule brightened even further, “You know ragtime? It’s been my favorite ever since I heard it after my first adventure. Dawn held this big ball to celebrate, and all these musicians played, and she spent so much time leading up to it trying to teach me-” He cut himself off with a gasp, “Legend! Do you know how to ragtime dance?”

The vet scoffed, “Do I know how to ragtime dance... ‘Rule, just who do you think I am? Of course I do. Danced with the best back in Holodrum,” he declared confidently as he shoved a spoonful of potatoes and gravy into his mouth.

Hyrule was nearly vibrating out of his seat in excitement.

“Do you wanna dance with me, then, if he plays another song?”

At this point all the heroes were listening to their conversation, but Legend hadn’t really noticed it until right then, when he nearly choked on his food at Hyrule’s question. He looked up from his near coughing fit with wide eyes to see everyone’s eyes on him.

“Uh,” the veteran responded with utmost sophistication.

“What’s the matter, Vet? You got stage fright?” Warriors taunted. Legend rolled his eyes.

“No.” He shot back. And it was the truth. Hyrule knew Legend loved performing, whether it was music, dancing, jokes, fighting, bickering- anything that entertained those around him, he was happy to do. It was one of the ways he took care of the group.

“I wanna see you dance! I’ve never heard any song like that before, how do you dance to it?” Wind piped up from next to Legend.

Murmurs of agreement sounded around their table. Hyrule was looking at him, growing more hopeful by the second. Legend sighed, long and dramatic, as he relented. “Alright, we can dance.” The heroes around him clapped and cheered teasingly, Warriors even slapping his back with an attaboy!

Hyrule’s smile grew wide, dimples pinching his cheeks. He saw Legend smile too, just a little, as he threw himself into describing the various dances done with ragtime music. Hyrule listened intently, trying to gather if there were any major differences between the dances he was taught and the ones Legend knew. Warriors surprisingly had a lot of questions after Legend mentioned the similarities to standard ballroom dancing, and the vet seemed happy to answer.

Though Hyrule loved to dance, he really couldn’t explain it, so he was glad Legend had that covered. It took a long time for him to get the feel of the steps and the rhythm, Dawn getting frustrated with him more than a few times. They’d been so young, only children- had it really been over six years since then? It was probably a miracle he’d managed the dances at all. He smiled at the memory.

Most of their group was finishing up their food by the time the pianist stepped back up to the piano. Hyrule had cleared his plate long ago, not wanting his food to sit unattended when he eventually went to dance. The movement on the stage caught Hyrule’s eye immediately, and he hurried to stand when those first few notes rang out. He rushed to stand by Legend’s seat, and held out an arm for him, unable to keep a grin off his face.

“May I have this dance, M’Legend?”

Legend snorted, but still linked their arms together as they walked to the clearing in front of the stage.

“You’re gonna lead, I assume?”

Hyrule faltered. He’d forgotten to ask!

“If that’s alright? I usually only dance with Dawn and Aurora, so I don’t-”

Legend cut off his apologetic rambling with a bump of his shoulder and a reassuring smile.

“’Rule, it’s fine, I can follow perfectly well. I’m sure I can keep up with whatever dance you choose. And if I can’t, well, I’m pretty good at improvising.”

Hyrule sighed in relief as they got into position, his right hand on Legend’s back, his left in Legend’s right. Once they got a feel for the music’s tempo, Hyrule nodded and began the simple one-step. They simply circled the floor at first, just getting used to the way they moved together, until the music finally took a lively turn.

They sped up to follow along with the piano, Hyrule getting more carefree with his movements, rocking back and forth on each step, occasionally spinning the both of them with a light laugh. Legend leaned into the turns effortlessly, smiling at the way his skirt fanned out behind him. Cheers from their friends were easy to hear over those from the rest of the patrons, and Hyrule delighted in the warmth that settled in his chest.

Somehow, the pianist upped the tempo even more, and Legend barked out a laugh at the brief panic that must have flashed in his eyes. Hyrule took that personally, and decided to switch up the dance pattern to something more complicated. Legend, the jerk, easily followed, not even needing to look down at their feet. The veteran grinned at the little challenge, and Hyrule prayed that he himself could keep up with the new dance.

With their new speed, the spins were fast enough that the force of it threatened to pull them apart, and Hyrule laughed every time and the way their grips tightened. Neither of them wanted their dance to end so soon, and the effort of keeping their feet in check and throwing in spins and dips and hell, Hyrule even managed a few pretty decent lifts that caught Legend off guard, making him yelp as his feet left the floor. Warrior’s sharp laugh at that was loud enough to be heard over the whole tavern.

All too soon the song began to slow, their feet naturally slowing with it and drifting back to the simple steps they started with. The last chords rang out from the piano, and the two dancers came to a stop with one final spin. They simply stood there, grinning wildly with faces flushed from exertion and laughter.

Then, the tavern burst into applause and whistles, not just for the pianist but for them as well. Had they been the only ones dancing? He turned back to look at Legend, who just let go of his shoulder and bowed to their impromptu audience. Hyrule belatedly bowed with him. He’d never bowed to a crowd like this before, not for dancing. The red in his cheeks burned brighter.

When they got back to their table, they were showered with enough compliments that Hyrule was sure it would be hours until his face cooled off. Legend beside him was in a similar state, though he was trying and failing to act casual.

“You two were great up there,” from Time, with his proud dad smile once everyone stopped talking over each other.Hyrule could do nothing but laugh sheepishly at the praise and try to rub the warmth off his face.

“I don’t know how you two managed to make a ballroom dance so damn competitive, but I’m honestly impressed,” Warriors added, “You were both incredible.”

“That was all Hyrule; the gremlin kept changing the dance on me,” Legend replied, clear fondness dripping from his tone.

“You said you were good at improvising!” Hyrule argued with huff, knowing full well what he’d been doing during their dance.

Their brothers laughed at the exchange as they all gathered their belongings, preparing to head back to the inn.

Legend walked by Hyrule’s side down the dirt road, relaxed arms bumping together every other step.

“Hey, ‘Rule?”

“Yeah?”

“I’d like to do that again, if we ever get another chance,” the man spoke into the air between them, a soft smile pulling at his lips, “It was a lot of fun.”

“Me too. I’ve never had a dance with the princesses get so intense!”

“Yeah, well, next time I’ll lead. See how well you deal with switching to a crabwalk right in the middle of the song.”

Hyrule snickered at the challenge, and hoped their next dance opportunity would come sooner rather than later.

[shiftysdogtags]

So i decided to do Speirs as my first official comeback fic. I think it has the potential for a second part so if someone could request it so i dont feel like i threw it upon people that would be great😂 but if people would like a second part please let me know👀 I’m nervous about posting this after so long so any feedback would be appreciated.

Basically the plot is secret feelings hidden by stolen cigarettes and i tried to be fluffy? 1.5k words.

Stolen Cigarettes

"Are you creeping around on me?" Ron asked to the apparently empty room, except for him of course. Y/N jumped out from behind a half-blown up wall, trying to scare him. She was somewhat successful, while he did jump, it wasn't out of fear or being frightened, he just hadn't expected someone to jump out from somewhere and cling to him.

Ron half expected her to follow him, it was as if she followed him around in this war to play innocent pranks on him. Y/N and Speirs have been friends since they first landed in Europe, Y/N saving his life on D-day. To say the friendship was unexpected, by the other men, and both Ron and Y/N too would be an understatement. Y/N liked the way he treated her, as one of his equals. He never for a moment doubted her capabilities or treated her like a fragile flower that needed to be protected or kept from harm, but he always looked out for her. It was a rare occurrence to see one without the other, Ron always had her at his side.

"I got you, Sparky.” She laughed as he tried to push her off him. Eventually, she untangled herself from his back and placed her two feet back on to the ground. Unwrapping her arms from around his shoulders, she grabbed the cigarette from his mouth, placing it into her own with raised eyebrows, daring him to do something. If looks could kill Y/N would be dead. He flashed her his signature death glare. The silent yet murderous way his eyes followed her every movement would have anyone fearing for their lives, but Y/N wasn't phased.

"I hate you." Ron blew out the smoke in his lungs, watching Y/N take the last drag of his stolen cigarette.

Y/N rolled her eyes at the man sulking before her. “You love me."

What she didn’t know was he did in fact love her, Ron loved her more than anything. He never expressed these feelings to her, deciding there was a place and a time and in the middle of a war wasn’t either. He just watched her and hoped she couldn’t hear his heart beating against his chest. While he knew Y/N didn’t mean what she said in that way, he couldn’t help but wish she did.

Ron watched her lips wrap around the end of his stolen cigarette and knew she was hoping to get one very last drag out of it before she had to put it out. He knew he spent too much time admiring her, but at the same time, he wondered what her lips would feel like against his. Would they be soft or slightly chapped from all the time she spent biting them?

“Making me your best friend was the best decision you have ever made.” The sound of her voice snapped him out of his thoughts, yet his eyes didn't leave her body. He never thought he could find someone stomping out a cigarette so attractive, especially the way her hair fell him her face.

He couldn't agree with her more, even if she was purely messing with him. While they were complete opposites at times, they were more similar than either realised. They knew each other as well as you could hope to know another person. Both knew what the other would say, or do, or how they would react before they had a chance to do anything. They were similar and by contrast, completely different from one another. Y/N was fierce like him, yet she was soft in ways he was rough. Whatever he couldn’t be she would be for him, and he would be whatever she needed him to be. He would be anything she wanted him to be. He would willingly surrender into the unavoidable feelings he held for her.

Y/N couldn’t pinpoint the moment she knew she had fallen for him. Maybe it was somewhere between the long nights they spent sharing foxholes and the playful bickering that unfolded between them behind closed doors. All she knew was the man that stood in front of her, her best friend, was the man she couldn’t live without.

"Shut up." Ron groaned with a badly hidden smirk returning to his face he rolled his eyes. They stared at one another for a moment, neither needing to say anything, just enjoying each others company. What both didn’t know was the other was trying to memorise every feature about them as neither wanted to forget what they looked like just in case the unthinkable happened. To break the silence he lightly pushed her shoulder forcing her to step backwards, her foot getting caught on a loose brick lying on the ground. She fell back onto her ass with a screech that could only be compared to a cat.

At first, she was unimpressed, the look on her face evident and her shoulders began to shake. He was really worried that he had hurt her, that she had survived months of bullets and bombs flying past her only for his playful shove to be the thing that got her sent home. The last thing he needed or wanted, was to hurt the person he loved, whether she knew it or not.

The fearful expression on his face was the thing that set Y/N off, the thing that caused her to audibly laugh. His facial expression made her wish she had a camera so she could capture the moment and relive it when she needed a reason to smile. Relief washed over him, and the breath he never realised he was holding was let out, his body relaxing immediately. He joined in her laughter, also finding the situation humorous. Tears were in his eyes, making it difficult to see the girl lying on the ground in front of him. Neither of them could stop, one look at the other caused them to start all over again. He never thought he would find a time to laugh during war, but here he was shaking with laughter with the one person he never intended to get close to, the person who turned out to be the unknown love of his life.

“Ron?” She called his name, holding her hand for him to help her up but he was still laughing and didn't notice. She called his name a few more times but nothing happened. Y/N took her helmet off her head and threw it towards Ron with all her strength. It missed him of course, he moved at the last minute, causing the helmet to land somewhere behind him. He continued to laugh and he began to walk away. “Don't you walk away from me after causing serious injury to me."

He was walking towards her helmet, to pick it up for her, all the while still giggling like a small child. Ron gathered himself enough to reach a hand out to her. With a small 'oh' escaping from her mouth, she took his extended hand when he returned the confused look she had on her face. He pulled her up with all the strength he had within him, causing her to crash into his chest face first with a small thump. With a mumbled apology, Ron looked down at her and only noticed how close he was to her when she looked up at him with her beautiful eyes. Neither one moved away despite knowing they should.

Taking a deep breath, it was Y/N who made the first move, and not the one she truly wanted to make. Instead of leaning forward to kiss him, she stepped back, but like they clumsy person he always reminded her she was, she almost fell again. Without thinking, Ron caught her in his arms as if it was instinct to keep her safe. A sweet smile crossed her face and once steady on her feet, she dusted her OD's off as best she could. After several attempts, there was no improvement due to the permanent layers of dirt that lived on them. She gave up, realising she wasn't going to get any of the dirt or grime off them. It caused her to wonder if a person like him could ever really love her.

Looking up at Ron, she nodded towards her helmet, silently asking for it back.

“Are you going to throw it at me again?” He ruffled her already messy hair, thrusting her helmet into her chest. As tough as she was, he was still stronger than her, and it almost winded her.

Y/N took hold of it, placing it back onto her head before he gave out to her for not wearing it, not as her best friend, but as her Captain. She punched his shoulder as payback for pushing her, and because he dodged her helmet when she threw it. ‘Asshole’ she mumbled jokingly as she pulled him by the front of his shirt towards wherever she could find them both a semi-decent cup of coffee.

"You stole my cigarette."

"I borrowed it, you big baby."

@likeyourfuckingsergeant @curraheewestandalone @liebegott @vintagelavenderskies @inglourious-imagines @happyveday @easy-company-tradition @sydney-m

[wecomrades]

HI! ✨

I’ve already done this a couple of times, but I feel like we need posts like this more often so here I am (also because I’ve got loads of new followers, including new people in the fandom!)

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[legend-of-bob]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, The Legend of Zelda: Spirit Tracks, Linked Universe - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Spirit & Wind (Linked Universe), Niko & Wind (Linked Universe), Link & Niko (Legend of Zelda), Niko (Legend of Zelda) & Spirit (Linked Universe), background st zelink Characters: Link (Legend of Zelda), Wind (Linked Universe), Spirit (Linked Universe), Time (Linked Universe), Zelda (Legend of Zelda), Niko (Legend of Zelda), Warriors (Linked Universe), Legend (Linked Universe) Additional Tags: Linked Universe (Legend of Zelda), spirit meets the chain, Wind (Linked Universe)-centric, Angst, POV Wind (Linked Universe), Canon-Typical Violence, Homesickness, How Do I Tag Summary:

"You all look as if you've never ridden a train before," the boy quipped with a small, teasing smile.

The heroes blinked back at him.

AKA Wind is homesick and this era is weirdly familiar

[legend-of-bob]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, Linked Universe - Fandom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Four & Wind (Linked Universe) Characters: Four (Linked Universe), Wind (Linked Universe) Additional Tags: Wind (Linked Universe)-centric, POV Four (Linked Universe), Linked Universe (Legend of Zelda), Light Angst, Coming Out, Fluff, Comfort, Queer Themes, It/Its Pronouns for Wind (Linked Universe), Four (Linked Universe) is a Good Brother Summary:

"So."

Four hummed.

"So," Wind started again, "A while ago, you said, um," the fwip of a stick being swiped through underbrush, "You know somebody who likes to be called… 'it,' right?"

Ah.