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I have received more h8 with nobu then any hero I’ve played it’s crazy! lol Especially since I never run into them online sigh.. it’s better than getting gut punched by a jorm tho right? Lmk what yall think and what hero do you receive the most h8 mail with?
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Charles Rigoulot was a French weightlifter, professional wrestler, racing driver and actor. During World War II, he was imprisoned for punching a Nazi officer. He didn’t remain incarcerated for long. He managed to escape from his cell by bending the iron bars and allegedly allowed other prisoners to escape with him, knocking out the guard on the way out.

I didn’t mean it when I said that it was too much, got myself into a mess like a headrush, I should’ve known, I nearly let go when you caught me by surprise, oh, and I know I should’ve called you in the morning, but I was fighting with myself like a war and I don’t know why I’m scared of forever, but it’s now or it’s never

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Like I’m Gonna Lose You (Eugene Roe)


Summary: You’re a medic in Easy Company. Eugene believes your touch calms people but when he hears you sing, he’s completely taken away. Just like every wounded soldier in the Bastogne church.

Author’s Note: This story is inspired by the song ‘Like I’m Gonna Lose You’ by Meghan Trainor as the title says. I’m not really a fan of her music but when I heard this song on a radio, this idea just somehow strucked me and I had to write this. Hope you enjoy!

I found myself dreaming

In silver and gold

Like a scene from a movie

That every broken heart knows

She hopped off the jeep as fast as possible when they reached the town. Bastogne was decimated - mud mixed with snow everywhere, buildings where destroyed from bombarding, dead bodies at every corner. The smell of death was all over and she could feel it just like everybody else. 

Three soldiers passed her with one wounded who was screaming at the top of his lungs. His one leg was blown off and the other one was bleeding heavily. She sent him a reassuring smile even though she knew the chances are low.

Y/N stepped into church, went down the stairs and that was when she saw it all. The place was something she’d never seen in her entire life. 

We were walking on moonlight

And you pulled me close 

Split second and you disappeared

And then I was all alone 

Eugene Roe was standing in the middle of it all. The room was filled with shouts, whining, prayers, blood and death. 

She knelt down beside one soldier with sorrowful face and took him by his hand. He turned his head to her tiredly and she forced herself to smile even though her eyes began to water.

Eugene Roe was watching her curiously. She probably didn’t even realise it but he was very well aware of the relief in the soldier’s face when she touched him. Y/N was a special person, more special that she’ll ever know.

Y/N was sure that the soldier won’t be able to make it. It was just a matter of time. She looked around and her eyes landed on an old dusty piano. Sitting behind it, her eyes never left soldier’s. 

I woke up in tears with you by my side

Breath of relief and I realized 

No, we’re not promised tomorrow

She loved singing but never actually sang in front of people nor in a crowded place with wounded men. 

The song was dedicated to every soldier, not just to the physically wounded but also the “mentally wounded”. Psychiatric casualties are as inevitable as gunshot or shrapnel wounds. 

The room fell silent. All eyes were fixed on her. Nurses stopped in the middle of their work and none of the soldiers complained. Everybody was watching her.

So I’m gonna love you like I’m gonna lose you

I’m gonna hold you like I’m saying goodbye 

Wherever we’re standing 

I won’t take you for granted 

Cause we’ll never know when, when we’ll run out of time

At this point, she was crying for the first time since she’d joined the Airborne. The tears were rolling down her cheeks, one after another, and she didn’t bother to wipe them off. 

She turned her head to the soldier and noticed, he’s crying too with the calmest and the most peaceful smile on his face. He accepted his fate. He was ready to go.

The problem was, Y/N wasn’t ready. Not even a little.

In the blink of an eye

Just a whisper of smoke 

You could lose everything

The truth is you never know

So I’ll kiss you longer baby

Any chance that I get

And I’ll make the most of the minutes

And love with no regrets 

Eugene was fascinated. He hadn’t moved an inch since she’d started singing. He was captured in her voice. It soothed his soul and mind. He felt peace and hope inside of him. Like there’s still something worth fighting for. Like there’s still hope in this helpless world filled with war and hate. He knew it was there.

Eugene realised that not only her touch calmed and healed people but her voice as well. It brought such a calmness in your soul that all you wanted was to lay down, close your eyes and feel

Let’s take our time to say what we want

Use what we got before it’s all gone 

Cause no, we’re not promised tomorrow 

The song was coming to an end and Y/N began to feel empty. She touched a few last piano flaps. With heavy heart she sang the last line as she prayed to God to save as many lives as possible.

So I’m gonna love you like I’m gonna lose you

I’m gonna love you like I’m gonna lose you 

That day, Eugene Roe fell completely in love with Y/N Y/L/N. He knew she’s so vulnerable now. It almost seemed like she’s gonna shatter into a million pieces. The part french medic took her cold hand and pulled her into his loving embrance.

That day, Y/N Y/L/N fell completely in love with Eugene Roe. He held her in his arms like a little doll that could break any time. She cried and cried and cried and let all the hidden pain soak in his jacket. He softly kissed her wet cheeks and tasted the heartache. 

That day, the soldier made it. He got better, survived the war and came home. He never forgot the magical medic that saved his life and soul.

That day, a real hope was born.