#capdickwinters

[easysnewnurse]

@capdickwinters / plotted for a starter 

Elizabeth hadn’t made a concrete plan for her life after the war. Hell, there were times when she hadn’t even thought that she would be coming home, but she had made it through the war. She had made it home to start a new life. She had left the military as soon as her commission had been up only to become a delivery nurse. It had been a nice change from the life at war. 

Despite the fact that she had left the Army as soon as possible it hadn’t meant she lost connection with Easy Company. She wrote letters to them all the time, especially Dick. Without a rank separating them it became much easier for her to admit her feelings for him. They had written and visited each other for years before Ellie had moved from the city to be with Dick. Now the were as happy as ever. Married for a couple year and a baby on the way.  

Ellie was in the kitchen, apron tied around the small visible baby bump as she looked out the kitchen window and hummed along to the radio. Dinner was in the oven while Dick was out and about running errands. It wasn’t until she heard the front door open that she snapped out of her thoughts and headed to greet him at the door. 

“I’m glad you’re home, dinner should be ready soon” she mumbled as she stood on the tips of her toes and pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek. 

[easysnewnurse]

Continued from here / @capdickwinters

“Yes I’m sure. I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t” she said in a reassuring tone. She had always known that Dick was a pretty traditional guy, but she on the other hand was not, and it was only an invitation to sit next to each other. So she smiled softly continuing to hold the blanket open until he finally joined her. “ I was just doing a little bit of studying” she said her lips drooping into a frown as she showed him a couple flashcards from the large pile in her lap. “ its nothing fun or interesting.”

[easysnewnurse]

"I can't keep pretending that I don't care." by Cap. Dick Winters (capdickwinters) @capdickwinters

Nothing about a medic being called up to battalion cp is normal. Having a runner tell you that your commanding officer needs to speak to you when you’re just a low ranking medic makes things even stranger, especially when said commanding officer is someone that you’ve been childishly avoiding. But it’s the situation Ellie’s in. The situation she’s put herself in when she developed an embarrassing school girl crush on the captain. He had always been nice to her during training and even as the war progressed he always seemed to care about her and the rest of the men despite how he continued to climb the ranks. They were close, closer than they should have been with all things considered. There had been some small romantic gestures made in secret during their time together. Richard Winters knew that she had developed feelings for him and because its the Army and because Dick is a good leader, a guy who follows the rules, she knows that nothing good can come out of this meeting. That she’s either going to be reprimanded or discharged. She learns that she’s wrong a few minutes after she slips into his office. 

They had talked briefly after she had closed the door to his makeshift office. Casual things about how the men were doing. She knew it was meant to bring her some comfort but in reality it just made her more nervous for whatever was coming. She couldn’t handle the suspense so she interrupts him. “ Sir I’d like to know why I’m here. If it’s because I’m in some sort of trouble I’d like to know that.” She said keeping her voice steady. If she’s going to have to face her mistakes she’s going to face them with dignity. It’s only when she hears Dick say ‘I can’t keep pretending that I don’t care.’ that her resolve crumbles. It leaves her shocked. 

“Dick you can’t say things like that” she said looking back at the closed door before looking back at him. “ You out rank me, I could get dishonorably discharged if anyone thinks I’m fraternizing with any of the men.” She was panicking now her voice coming out shaky “ I - we - we can’t do this. I can’t do this.”

[medichands]

➳ by capdick

                                      meme | accepting.

Composure began to FRAY, humanity FADING - being a medic was probably the worst occupation for one to hold in this god forsaken war, Eugene thought. Your task was to aid those who had been injured and wounded, to constantly put your own life at risk to save another, the only thing at your side a mere MEDICAL BAG, no gun to protect you if need be. Blood, blood EVERYWHERE, staining his hands and his clothes as he fought desperately to save his men. He needed to stay STRONG, he could not allow himself to break for his men NEEDED him but he was beginning to C R A C K - a man could only take SO MUCH.

             ❛ Why do I always feel                                  like crying lately? ❜

Winters was a man Eugene trusted, felt COMFORTABLE with, felt he UNDERSTOOD and the words, they just fell from parted lips, a quivering in his voice. Roe doesn’t know - doesn’t know how much MORE he can take, how much more BLOOD he can have on his hands.It’s too much.

[malarkeydonald]

“Is he supposed to look like that?” | capdickwinters Continued from here.

“Yep. Doc might be upset if he found out one of us was the cause for Captain Nixon developing a sudden cold. On second thought, don’t take my advice, sir.” He chuckled, then straightened himself out, saluting Captain Winters. 

“Yes, sir. They’re prepped, just awaiting orders, though some are a little low on ammo. We’ve tried to scrounge up all we could.” 

[barbcr]

☯ by capdick

& Bedtime Headcanons ;

☯ = Any odd sleeping habits?

Stemming from his upbringing, often havingto share a bed with his younger siblings and being cramped in odd positions, Joe can get surprisingly comfortable anywhere and, if tired enough, can fall asleep with ease.That, added to the confines of foxholes and barns, have allowed the man toadjust to taking full advantage of the down time offered to him and being able toget a rest in anywhere if need-be.

Air circulation is something Joe needs when he falls asleep,becoming far too comfortable with sleeping outdoors during the war. Whetherthis be by keeping the window open to allow the fresh air to flow freely, or byhaving a fan on a table near his bed, Joe needs the comfort of moving air toensure quality sleep at night.

[barbcr]

— Comfortably Numb

& the captain ;;

The air was so thick Joe was sure you could choke on it if you weren’t careful. The men had been volunteered for yet another patrol against any of their wishes, something that shouldn’t have come as a surprise at this point in time. It seemed the Army did just about anything these days, and they should have known better than to think that they’d find relief any time soon. Especially since they were second platoon and second platoon always seemed to do the brunt of the work.

Liebgott already knew his fate, Webster never could keep his big trap shut, and as he pushed out of the building where second was being housed, his fingers trembled as they moved into his pocket to pull out a crumpled box of cigarettes. A soft sigh escaped his lips next, the man moving down the street to Batallion HQ, just wanting to get there before anyone else arrived. He needed a moment to think, a moment to be by himself.

Thin fingers moved around the lighter he now grasped tightly, lighting the cigarette that now dangled loosely between his lips. Inhaling deeply, he welcomed the nicotine that filled his lungs with open arms, hoping it would offer some relief to the stress he was now feeling. And as he made his way across the street quickly, he heard the familiar sound of a mortar blast moving through the air and dove quickly into HQ to avoid the blast, but his body quickly collided with that of another man who also had the same idea.

“Sorry about that, sir,” he said as his eyes fixated on the officer in front of him, “wasn’t looking where I was going.”

[malarkeydonald]

"Is he supposed to look like that?" by capdick

‘THE MUMMY’ SENTENCE MEME capdickwinters

Malark frowned, tilting his head slightly as he examined the captain who’d been unconscious for a while now. He turned to Winters and shrugged. “I dunno, Captain. I mean I’m no stranger to the effects of alcohol, but uh- I don’t think I’ve ever quite looked like that before.” 

When Don came to see Winters, who wanted to speak with him about some matter or other he assumed, he found the captain trying to wake Nixon up with little to no success - all while keeping his coat tightly held against his body. He had stood back for a while, amused at the annoyed expression on Winters’ face as he did everything except kick Nixon. To be honest, he would not have been entirely surprised if Winters did that next. 

He breathed into the palms of his hands before rubbing them together. “I know it’s pretty damn cold, Cap’n Winters, but…what if you dump water on him?”