#babe Heffron x reader

[bellewintersroe]

First post and it’s me sinning 😈 😈

Babe Heffron x Fem Reader Smut, 18+ content below the cut.

”Holy shit, look who’s awake.” Joe Liebgott’s voice startled me fully out of my slumber now. Son of a bi-

“Jheez, you’re alive. Finally.” Gene Roe had put me on bed rest for the past two days. After Bastogne and entering Haguenau I was fully exhausted, being a nurse and on your feet all day definitely took its toll on me. All I needed was some sleep, lots and lots of it.

Rest was a little easier to gain here in an actual house, with an actual bed. I was in a small room on my own, with second platoon, whom I’d been with since Normandy. It felt good to be around them, maybe not so when I was exhausted and had them prodding me to see if I was still breathing…

“Finally.” I grumbled, sitting up a little now to see Babe Heffron hurrying over. My heart warmed and he made it impossible for me not to smile. Another thing I needed to get better, was him.

”Hey!” He seemed stunned to see me awake. Delighted, to say the least. “Hi, Babe.” I reached out for my boyfriend, watching him close the door behind us both. Another thing, the boys respected my privacy massively, so when the door was shut, nobody would come in without warning.

“W- how are ya? I worried about ya’ Jen.” He scrambled over, taking a seat next to me on the bed cautiously. “I’m okay. Not dead.” I half joked seeing him smile wearily. “Thank god, what would I do, huh?” The red head cupped my cheek as I scanned over his tired features. Poor boy looked like he hadn't slept in weeks. “Wouldn’t be able to survive.” I pulled him forwards in for a gentle kiss, running my hand down his short hair tenderly. The contact was all I craved, it had been so so long since Babe and I got to be alone. “I’m okay, Babe.” I reminded, forgetting how much he could fret at times. Should’ve seen the poor kid in Bastogne, he couldn’t even speak if I did so much as cut a finger. ”Promise.” I kissed him again. His lips were so gentle against mine, so was his touch, I could tell he was afraid and wanted to coerce him out of it. God, I hadn’t been able to kiss him so freely since we left France almost three months ago now.

“I love you, and I’m not going anywhere.” My hands snaked over the back of his cold neck now. “I love you, so much.”

With that, Babe reached forwards and squeezed me like I’d never been squeezed before. It made me giggle, much to his amusement. “Somethin’ funny, huh?” his hands fell to both sides of my waist now. “Yeah, you.” I grinned seeing him at last looking happier. “I ain’t even doing anythin’, baby.” He teased, squeezing my sides a little causing me to yelp out a laugh. “What’re you two doing in there?“ Liebgott, again, could be heard from the other side of the wall. “Nothin’!” Babe scrunched up his face in response, barely even glancing in the direction of the other room. I didnt want to say it, but having Babe all to myself like made my pussy throb in desperation. It didn’t take a lot to turn me on, we hadn’t been able to fuck since early December. Again, almost three months ago. All we could settle for was the occasional handjob or him using his fingers on me behind the church at Bastogne. Babe used to laugh and tell me how Jesus Christ wouldn’t approve of that behaviour before finger fucking me into oblivion.

Giggling a little quieter now, I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, pulling him slightly on top of me as I rested back down into the bed again. Humming into his lips, I allowed him to deepen the kiss as his lips moved against mine hungrily. ”We’re alone.” I whispered, lips coming up to brush against his ear as I sucked and nibbled on the sensitive area carefully. “Fuck- yeah. You sure you wanna do this, now?” Babe checked as I nodded firmly, hands gripping on the outside of his coat.

”Really bad.” I whispered, fingers coming to slip off his scarf quickly. “Sure ya feelin’ well enough?” Babe double checked, it’s not like his fingers were already working on unbuttoning his coat or anything. “Please, Babe.” I scanned my eyes over his, a quick nod from him confirming what I wanted. ”Okay.” He was quick to untie his boots, kicking them off with a couple loud thumps before stripping his outer layers off and hurrying to get under the covers with me. I felt warmer than ever with him in between my legs. ”I missed this.” He muttered, lips travelling down my throat hungrily. Babe was already hard, I could feel it whenever he’d move over my body. It turned me on so much knowing the effect I had on him. “Me too.” I sighed out at the contact, allowing Babe to remove my pants, jumper and t shirt in a rushed form of manner. “Shit, Jen.” He grabbed over the bulge in his pants, his other free hand running over my chest as I could feel myself growing wetter and wetter. His calloused palm rubbed over my nipples, hardening them before squeezing them both.

“Let me make you feel good, okay?” He pressed a kiss onto my lips gently as I nodded, watching his head drop down to suck and lick over my nipples, nipping and kissing them in enjoyment. “You think you can stay quiet for me, huh?” His voice was low now as he squeezed my inner thigh.

“uh huh… Yeah.” I writhed my hips around, hoping he’d take the hint as he stripped my underwear off, disposing them to one side. “Don’t get cold.” He muttered between kisses on my pussy, lifting the blanket further over my body and over his head.

Inhaling sharply, I had to bite down on the back of my thumb when I felt Babe swipe his tongue between my lips. One, two, three times, before he moved closer, wrapping his lips around my clit now. Fuck, it felt so good. So fucking good. I gripped his hair harshly, allowing a low groan to leave his mouth as I gasped out loud.

“Babe, oh my god.” I moaned out, his hand previously gripping my breast coming up to hold my own as he licked my clit in a few quick swipes. The pleasure made me go all hot, I was blushing and couldn’t get enough of the pleasurable experience as he fucked me with his tongue

“Hey, Heffron! We’re out! Catch you in a bit.” Malarky called out as Babe only pulled off for a quick second, replacing his tongue with his finger and rubbing over my clit at a painfully fast rate.

“Okay!!” He then looked up to me with a smirk as I held back the desperate urge to moan out. I had managed to pull his shirt free from his pants, Babe stripping off the layers before climbing back on top of me and settling between my legs. “I can’t wait, I need to fuck you.” Babe urged, digging his clothes pants into my wet core which proved to be slightly uncomfortable.

“I wanna suck your cock.” My forward words caused Babe to turn a bright red colour as he gripped his erection firmly. “Really? Now?” “Please Babe, I want it.” I whined, watching him nod with immediacy.

“How could I say no?” He muttered, beginning to unzip his pants as he settled back down on the bed. This time it was me in between his legs, freeing his cock from his pants and taking it in my palm.

“You missed this, didn’t you?” I smirked, noticing all the precum he had been cleaning. I bet he hadn’t cum in weeks.

“Yeah.” He practically gasped out as I sucked the tip slightly, Babe’s mouth falling agape. “I bet you thought about fucking my mouth, all the time. Didn’t you?” I began to stroke his cock slowly as he gathered my hair behind my head. His hips writhed slightly and I could tell he so painfully wanted my mouth around his cock.

“Every fucking day.” He hummed, slightly pulling my hair and inching my lips towards his cock. I like it when Babe got like this, all desperate and in charge. I wasted no time bobbing my head up and down his hard cock, hollowing my cheeks and cupping his balls between my hand. They were so full, he was fucking aching for it, and so was I.

“Shit.” This is the part when he got vocal, writhing and groaning, having to keep his moans to a minimum out of the threat of being caught.

“shit, shit, shit.” He gasped a little louder, taking him as much as possible before he yanked me back up, flipped me onto my back and buried himself between my legs. My pussy was aching so bad, I needed him more than ever.

“Babe.” I whimpered, watching him swipe up my wetness before placing himself at my entrance.

I hissed out in slight shock at the sensation, I was so tight. It had been so fucking long. “Okay, I’ll go slow.” He soothed, pulling my chin down so he could kiss me and watch my expression for any sign of pain.

“Just like that.” He pushed himself deeper inside of me before retrieving, and then repeating the action at a rate that I couldn’t bear. Babe gritted his teeth, groaning into the nape of my neck as I moaned out loud, opening my legs wider for him and holding them up higher so he could fuck me easier.

I soon gave into the pleasure, feeling Babe rock his hips at a steadier rate now as we both sighed out and groaned in pleasure. I gripped over the tense muscles on his back, sliding my hand all the way down to push his bum further into my hips.

“Don’t you wanna fuck me harder than that, Edward?” I hushed, Babe gasping out a low groan and immediately picking up to a frantic pace. ’Edward’ was reserved for the nuns and me only. It felt dirtier, I liked it. Everybody was out, allowing us to at least be a little louder than silent, the bed was squeaking and his skin was slapping against mine as he lifted his body up slightly. “Fuck, Jen.” He moaned, watching my tits bounce up and down as he hit just the right spot in me causing me to tense. My fingers came down to play with my clit, grinding my hips up to his in desperation.

“I can’t last long like this.” He warned as I was too caught up in the pleasure to respond. His cock was hitting over and over again at my g spot, then, his thumb came to replace mine over my clit, the all too familiar coming on way too quickly.

“Shit, Babe. You want me to cum so soon?”

“More than anything.” I didn’t care that we’d been stuck in the same position the whole time, we’d been aching for a fuck like this for months. It was perfect.

“Fuck me harder, please, please. Just give it to me Babe, I want it.” I stopped caring about the possibility of being heard, the chaos outside would drown it out and I was far too caught up in the moment to care. Babe was quick to spin us over, my breathing turning into loud whines as I ground my hips wildly into his, using his cock to pleasure me as he loud out a loud groan, pushing me further to orgasm. “You gonna cum?“ he hummed, thumb rubbing wildly over my wet clit as I felt my stomach tighten. “Yeah!” I whimpered out as he watched me with lustful eyes, his free hand supporting my hip and pushing me faster against his cock. “Cum, cum all over my cock. Thas’ a good girl.” His praises sent the coil to spring free as I let out a borderline yell in pleasure. My orgasm was electric. It was stronger and longer than anything I had felt.

I panted out wildly, my body slumping as he rolled me over once more, taking charge and pinning my legs up to chase his own orgasm. “Give it to me, Babe.” I tiredly groaned out, still sensitive and prolonging my orgasm as he began to drive his hips into mine.

“Yeah? You want my cum?” He huffed and puffed, his steady pace picking up causing me to moan out again. Babe was sweating, his groans turned into quick grunts and he fucked me wildly, jaw hung slack.

“Like that, Babe, cum all over me. I want it so bad. Fuck you feel so good-“ I gasped out, “shit, I’m-“ he inhaled sharply, groaning out at each hard thrust.

“I’m cumming.” He yelled out, pulling himself out harshly and jerking his cum all over my pussy and lower stomach with a pleasured groan. Babe moaned and sighed out as he pumped the rest of his cum out to me, having to catch his breath back after fucking me.

”Shit, I ain’t cum that hard ever.” He slumped over me, pressing several gentle kisses to my lips. “Me either, Babe.” I hummed out, kissing him back slowly.

“I hope that made you feel better…” Oh boy, did it…

#babe heffron x reader #band of brothers x reader #bandofbrothers #Babeheffron #JoeLiebgott #Generoe #smut #babeheffronsmut

[auroralightsthesky]

I adored your latest reaction about reuniting with their medic s/o, can you write it for Liebgott, Webster and Babe?

Oh hon now I'm never gonna be able to pass this up!! Of course I'll do it!!

Joe Liebgott

Joe's first instinct is to kill the fucker who was responsible

When he saw you after the attack, nobody wanted to cross him

Even the German POWs you guys had taken were scared shitless

Joe took care of you for most of the night

But there were nights where he hardly slept at all

But as you got better so did he

Because he vowed never to let anything like that happen to you again

David Webster

Web's anxiety went through the fuckin roof when he found out the church had been hit

He managed to get the rest of Easy to haul out you and other people who were trapped

The entire way to Hagenau he kept you in a blanket

Even when you got to the house where Easy was stationed he kept you in a blanket

And he never left your side, even when he was burnt out and exhausted

Babe Heffron

Babe's head was spinning so much that he unfortunately heaved in front of Roe and Spina

He furiously drove straight into Bastogne with those two in the jeep, needless to say everybody......even Liebgott, was terrified of Babe's road rage

When he saw a French Resistance officer and a German POW carrying you out, he almost heaved again

The poor German POW got a bit of an earful from Babe, but thank God Web and Liebgott were there to diffuse it before it got worse

You shook really, really bad

But the minute Babe held your hand it stopped

Because, like Gene, he had a weird ability to stop the pain in its tracks

And he was just glad you were safe

Because you meant the world to him

#band of brothers #joe liebgott #edward babe heffron #david webster #liebgott x reader #babe heffron x reader #webster x reader #easy company #hbo war

[holdingforgeneralhugs]

Hey there! So I saw this post that said leaning your foreheads against each other’s is an underrated form of affection and y’know what, they were right lol. Sooo I was wondering….would you be willing to use that as a prompt for some of the bob boys? I love all of them so you can do whoever you want lol, but if you need specifics maybe shifty, doc roe, chuck, and/or babe? You can do whatever you want lol, even ignore this if it so pleases you 😂

Ah thank you so much for this prompt sweet anon. I absolutely agree forehead touches are such an underrated and cute form of affection 💕 I've decided to do little snippets for each of the boys you mentioned so I hope you enjoy🥰 My requests are open so feel free to pop in an ask 💕

Shifty Powers

Shifty is quite shy with you at first.

He's all about holding hands and putting your arm through his elbow and being a proper gentleman.

He's one of those who gives you sweet kisses on the cheek.

Then one day he's really tired and starts to fall asleep with his head leaning against the side of yours.

You turn towards him and somehow your foreheads end up touching and your noses brush against each other which wakes him up.

His eyes widen and his breath hitches because you're so close all of a sudden and wow if it isn't so intimate and romantic.

After that he does it all the time when you're cuddled up on the couch, it becomes like a little ritual between you two.

Gene Roe

With Gene it starts out with forehead kisses.

Saying goodbye? Forehead kiss. Saying goodnight? Forehead kiss. Watching a film on the couch? You got it, forehead kiss.

Then one day gives you a more lingering kiss on the forehead and he takes a deep breath and then touches his forehead against yours and murmers:

"I love you Mon chérie."

Its literally the most swoon worthy, romantic declaration of love you've ever seen.

So then everytime you say you love each other you touch foreheads.

Chuck Grant

Chuck is very affectionate.

He loves PDA. If you're out he has you tucked under his arm and is always planting kisses on you because he wants everyone to know that you're his and he's lucky to have you.

But then when you're alone he's more affectionate in a softer way.

He kisses your nose and then leans his forehead against yours and rubs your noses together in that super way.

Its like your special thing just for the two of you, because he's all bravado when he's out but he's a sweetie when he's alone with you.

Babe Heffron

Babe is a bit like Chuck but he's not quite as keen on the pda. He does like to have you sitting beside him on a night out though, with his arm around your shoulders.

He's also a bit more shy in private. He kind of let's you take the lead.

He loves kisses and cuddles and all those cute things.

He's surprised though when he discovers that his favourite thing is forehead touches. He loves when you do that cause your nose bumps against his and he can see right into your pretty eyes, which he loves so much.

Taglist: @tvserie-s-world (if you'd like to be added to my taglist just send me a message 💕)

#band of brothers #bob #shifty powers #shifty powers x reader #eugene roe #eugene roe x reader #chuck grant #chuck grant x reader #babe heffron #babe heffron x reader #band of brothers fandom #band of brothers imagine #ask response #ask box open #character asks #thanks for sending! #holdingforgeneralhugs

[problematicfavesareproblematic]

I Wish I Could Leave This Alone (I Know How Much You Want Me To)

Babe Heffron x Reader (plus guest) One Shot

Summary: Babe’s birthday gift to you has an unexpected party crasher

Warnings: smut, angst, infidelity (?), reader overthinking while getting dicked down, I wrote this and immediately posted it so it will be edited at some point

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Babe’s kiss was soft, but his touch was not.

 You couldn’t help the groan that escaped from the back of your throat as one of his hands gripped tightly at your hip, and when he smiled against your lips you couldn’t help but feel like you’d had done something to amuse him.

 “What?” you pant, leaning back at the waist to break the kiss and frowning at his smirk. 

 He chuckled warmly as he walked you backward towards your bed, the hand at your hip finding its way under your shirt and up against your sternum.

 “Where’d you go, Gorgeous?” he asked playfully, and you immediately felt guilty. 

He was right, you’d gone somewhere else for a while. That wasn’t fair to him, and you knew that. And while he was quick to call you out on it, he never seemed to truly take offense to it. You weren't sure what that said about him. Or you, for that matter.

You shake your head and bring your hands to the hem of his t-shirt, lightly tracing your nails across the sensitive skin of his lower stomach. “Started getting a bit ahead of myself, that’s all.” 

 Pressing a kiss to the hinge of his jaw, you use your position to slide your hand down the front of his trousers and cup him through his boxers.

“You forgot to breathe,” he mumbles, his voice slow and distracted. “Can’t have you blacking out and embarrassing yourself like that—Woah.” 

 A smile of your own breaking across your face, you nose at him until he brings his mouth to yours again, making a show of inhaling sharply as the backs of your knees hit the bed.

 “Good note,” you say breathily as you pull his shirt up his back, giggling idiotically as he intentionally gives you a hard time of it. Your shirt doesn’t last long either, and with a practiced ease, you have each other stripped and bare in the blueish darkness of your barrack.

 He isn’t gentle when his hands grip your bare skin, his movements excited and rough as he settles against the headboard and pulls you up to straddle his lap.

 “I remembered, by the way.”

 Taking his face in your hands, you hold him away to study him, confusion marring your constantly furrowed brow. “Remembered…?”

 His eyes are aglow in the dark, so amber and warm that they reminded you of the spiced ciders your family would make during the holidays back home. A wicked smile crosses his face, and he chuckles quietly.

 “I told you what knowing my middle name would cost you when you asked me last month, and the information I wanted in return. And I told you I wouldn’t forget…”

The cogs clicked in your head, and you made a sound of upset when you figured out what he was talking about. 

 Detail for detail, that’s the deal, Sweetcheeks.

 “Happy Birthday, Sargent Y/N.” He waggled his eyebrows, and you booed him quietly.

 “What are the odds a blowjob will make you forget about it?” you ask with a wince, gasping when he playfully rolled his hips up to meet yours. Feeling how hard he was made your blood begin to run hotter.

 “Hmm,” he hummed, leaning forward to suck a kiss on the delicate skin beneath your collarbone. “Somewhere between none and slim.”

 With an annoyed hum, you lean your head forward to rest atop his head and let him mouth at you, your hand coming up to pull at his hair only when you knew he was intentionally trying to leave a mark. 

 “And do you remember what I said I wanted to give you for your birthday?”

 Feeling the blood rush to your cheeks, you realized that you could only sit in hot embarrassment as he laughed at you again.

 “Such a prim and proper lady, scandalized by the idea of riding my face—”

 “Edward!” you hissed, hands that once held his face now pushing it away. “Don’t say it like that, come on—”

 The auburn-haired man laughed, catching your wrists and pulling you into his chest. you grunted with frustration, your face now pressed against the hollow of his throat.

 “It’s not like my mouth hasn’t been down there before, you know.”

 Sighing, you let yourself sag into him slightly, trying not to lose yourself in his lighthearted tone.

 “Yeah, but not like that, when I’m just…you know.”

 “Oh I see, you like it better when I do all the work and you get to take the princess position, huh?”

 “Jesus Christ, Babe” you sit up again with a huff, attempting to pull your wrists back from his unyielding grip. “I try to be serious for one fucking second….”

 Rolling his eyes, he surges up and kisses you sweetly, and for a minute you feel yourself begin to slip out of your body again.

But he brings you back. He always brings you back to him and here and now.

 “C’mon, Sweet Thing…” he croons shamelessly against your lips, rough hands releasing your wrists and sliding teasingly up and down your thighs. The touch has you trembling in his lap, and he’s kissing you before you can be too embarrassed. “If you hate it, I’ll stop and you can fucking edge me until I blackout, I swear to god. You gotta let me see you like this, Y/N. Please, Gorgeous…?”

Good GOD he was shameless, literally begging you to allow him the chance to make you feel good, to show you how good he can make you feel- how much he wanted to be the one to do it to you first.

 Anticipation was knotted in your throat as you smashed your lips to his, a flutter of heady resolve resting in your belly. As if he could taste what you were thinking, he wrapped his arms around you and hummed against your mouth.

 “God, you’re so perfect...” he pulled you into him, rolling his hips in a way that seemed to remind you of the urgency you both had felt before. 

When he pulls back this time he’s grinning at you like a complete idiot, happier than any man should be at the prospect of cunnilingus, in your opinion.

 But Edward Heffron was nothing if not enthusiastic in his pursuits.

 “Hands on the windowsill,” he said breathlessly, his cheeks turning pink and making you want to kiss him again. When you didn’t follow his request quickly enough he guided your hands there himself and folded your fingers around the frame of the open window. 

 You quirked an eyebrow at him. “Do I want to know how long you’ve been thinking about this, or will I be insulted?”

 He smacks your thigh lightly, drawing a surprised yelp from your lungs that melts into a hum of amusement as he kneads the reddening flesh.

 “How about we err on the side of caution and say….. just within the past few months?”

 “And you held me in the highest regard before that- right, Private?”

 He says nothing for a moment, and when he does agree to your proposed question he mumbles it into the valley between your breasts.

 “Hmph. You’re a terrible liar. This had better be worth it.”

 Seemingly satisfied with your ability to keep your hands where he set them, Babe encourages you to rise up to your knees so you’re no longer flush in his lap. Immediately, his eyes flick down to your sex, and you cannot help the way your thighs start to shake

 He says something under his breath that you can’t quite catch before he looks back at your face and his expression softens for a second.

 “Remember what I said earlier? I mean it, you know I mean it—”

 You’re nodding before he can finish the sentiment, letting a soft smile play at the corners of your kiss-swollen lips. “You’ll be the first to know if I want to stop. Promise.”

 With one more biting kiss to the middle of your chest he brings his assault downwards with hands, lips, and teeth- his touch just the right amount of hard and teasing to send your head swimming long before you finally feel his breath on the overly-sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

 “Oh fuck,” he sounds far away, but maybe that’s just because you’re feeling too big for your own body at the moment. “Could die happy here…”

God, he’s such a whore.

 The first touch of his tongue has you pitching yourself forward, eyes squeezed shut as you let your face poke out the window enough to feel the breeze on your clammy face. 

 Shit, he was good at that- it felt so good. If you didn't have your own goddamn skeletons in your proverbial closet you may have even been jealous to think of all the other women who had been privy to this most spectacular consideration. Babe was kissing you down there just as sweetly as he had ever kissed your lips, and it made you briefly wonder if anyone else from your past could have made you feel as high as he was making you feel right now.

 Bowing your head to look down at him, your breath catching at the sight of him looking up at you from between your thighs, his arms folded around your hips to control the small jumps you couldn’t seem to get a handle on.

 “Fuck, Babe!” you bite out, the idea of him looking up your body and watching you squirm threatening to overwhelm you. “Can’t fucking do that, ‘s gross angle for me…”

 “Oh?” he said, the sound and feeling of his voice running up your body in the most sinful way. “I beg to differ...”

 Knowing that watching him watch you would ultimately be too much, you shake your head to clear your thoughts and lift your head to look back out the window into the night air.

 Only to come face to face with Ronald Speirs.

 A sound of surprise, shock, embarrassment, and panic got caught in your throat alongside your cresting moan and resulted in the most depraved cry that seemed to surprise all three of you.

 Your blood boiled as it froze in your veins as you made eye contact with Speirs, mortification and utter shock leaving your mouth hanging open in a silent shriek of horror.

 You had no idea how long the other man had been standing there, but if the look in his eyes was any indication it had been long enough to know exactly what was happening on the other side of the wall, just below the window frame. A cigarette hung forgotten between his lips as he openly stared at you, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed silently.

 When Babe’s hand came up to squeeze your breast enticingly, you nearly jumped out the window. 

 Oh my God This can’t be happening right now I have to stop him Oh fucking hell….

 Your head whipped down and he looked up at you with heavy-lidded eyes, mouth red and damp as he panted wickedly up at you. “You okay, Gorgeous?”

 A crushing realization fell onto you in that very moment: there was no way you could tell him what was happening- who was there watching your shared private moment outside. Because that would mean that you’d have to explain that Ron always did this, that every night he would smoke near wherever you were sleeping that night and keep watch like a possessive and protective shadow. 

 And the only way you could explain that was by telling Babe about what you and Ron had once had- no, almost had. He rejected you, you reminded yourself harshly. He made his stance on you abundantly clear when he’d had you transferred into Easy Company. The fact that Speirs still behaved as if he was somehow responsible for you was not your problem.

 Besides, you had Babe. You wanted Babe. Even if the ache in your heart tried to tell you differently.

 You made your peace with Ron Speirs’ rejection a long time ago.

 Not trusting your voice, you nod vehemently and hope what is happening outside isn’t clearly written on your face. 

 A smug grin stretches across his face. “Good, ‘cause you taste better than I imagined…..”

 You curse as he pulls you back down to his mouth, your head flashing back up to see that Ron has gotten rid of his cigarette and shucked off his heavy coat and gun. His dark eyes look downright predatory, and if you had any sense in your sex-dumb head you would stop this debauchery and transfer somewhere far away from the both of them.

 You open your mouth to do something, anything to save yourself some dignity in this fucking exhibitionist nightmare, but Speirs’s finger flies up to his lips, the command clear even through the darkness.

 You knew this would happen eventually something in his gaze seemed to accuse. Did you really believe you could forget who you’re wishing was beneath you?

 But as you watch him tilt his head, something else is conveyed: he’s asking for permission. 

 He didn’t intend to leave. He wanted to watch.

But he would, if you wanted him to.

 It was cruel of him, and something in the way he worked his jaw told you that he knew it too, but like you he was too far gone to stop it. 

 You both know better, each of you having your own reasons for not wanting to inevitably hurt the other and cross that line. Your own sick, backwards ways of self-protection and showing affection for the other seemed to be twisting and becoming more complex as time went on. 

The more involved you became with Babe….Ron suddenly wanted to be your friend again just after you had first slept with Babe.

 You immediately understood that you and Ron were nearing your final days of dancing around each other, that you would have to be the one to stop it. Because Edward Heffron was too good and too kind to be fucked with like this. Eventually, you would have to stop being so selfish.

 In a final show of weakness, you nod silently to Ron, your breath coming in quick bursts as your lover has patiently worked you up and up to the crest of your crescendo, none the wiser to the wicked thoughts and realizations spinning around in your head. 

 I really am a monster.

 But you couldn’t focus on that right now, not as Ron stalked right up to the window with such confidence that you thought you had gravely misread the situation and he was going to announce himself to Babe. 

 You had just begun to make a hush of protest when his cold hands gripped yours and he knelt down so he was nose to nose with you, his hot glare turning it into another embarrassing sound of pleasure.

 “Shit!” You whimpered, your body trembling more violently as the coil in your belly began to constrict. Ron’s thumbs rubbed the back of your knuckles in a soothing motion as he made a sound of pity low in his throat, the clucking of his tongue quiet enough that it disappeared in the sounds of the forest surrounding them. 

When you get a better look at his face you can see his look of empathy is almost mocking, and you briefly wonder if you would ever have sex with someone who didn’t like to antagonize you the whole time.

 As you try to pull your hands out from under his, he shakes his head sternly before wrestling them into his grip, the action pulling you slightly further out the window and making you gasp.

Babe chuckles and grips your ass to control the speed in which your hips rocked, a nibble on your clit nearly making you scream.

 You’re a terrible person. You’re the worst kind of woman. you hate yourself for this.

 Ron’s brows furrow and his face goes soft, eyes a warm burn rather than a vengeful inferno. You don’t realize you have begun crying until he brushes the tears from your cheeks with quick fingers.

You press your forehead against his as your body bows in warning, your orgasm approaching with unforgiving intensity. 

 Ron doesn’t kiss you and you don’t kiss him. You never had and after this long, you don't think you ever will. You hate how much you wished you could though.

Especially with another man’s tongue working you into a frenzy at the same fucking time.

 “Please, I want you...” you said pathetically, and Ron had the grace to look down in shame. Guilty fingers intertwined with yours and with a sad grimace he kissed the backs of your hands.

 “I know you do, I’m so sorry,” he breathes across your knuckles, tongue darting out to wet the chilling skin where he kissed, kissing your hand as he had wished to kiss your mouth each and every day since he had met you. 

 But you couldn’t, he couldn’t. And he wouldn’t let you ever try.

 You came with a silent cry, only the whispered reminder from both of the men you loved to breathe saved you from falling apart in the most critical moment.

 Because you are cruel you take one hand from Ron, the one he wasn’t kissing, and pull it back. 

 Babe’s overgrown hair is soft and damp as you reach down to rake your fingers through it, quickly finding his hand on your hip and clinging to his fingers with painful desperation as you quake above him.

Pulling you impossibly close to his mouth, Babe holds you as you tremble through the last of your pleasure, suckling once, twice more before noisily pulling away from you. 

 The sound was so lewd even Ron had to close his eyes and grit his teeth in order to stay quiet.

your hair clung to your face, and after sliding his fingers from yours Ron brushes the sweaty strands around your hairline.

 As you begin to catch your breath, you remember who you are, who all you’re with, and all that’s brought each of you to this point. You remember that Ron Speirs has to go, will always have to go. 

 He didn’t want you to be his,  wasn’t interested in sharing his barracks or you asking him about his past or remembering your birthday. You didn’t matter, none of this did. 

 All that mattered to him was the fight. The big picture. “We’re all already dead. Why bother acting like this is anything other than a distraction?”

 “Y/N,” Babe’s gentle kisses land on your hips and you realize that the time for your decision is coming sooner than she had anticipated. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

 You take a few more shuddering breaths with Ron, and from the way he tightened his jaw you knew he knew that you were going to have to let one of them go. And, because he’s just as selfish as you are, he doesn’t want you to choose Babe. 

 He’d rather keep you like a lark he can turn to for reassurance and comfort. Like a bird in a cage.

 With a final sniffle, you look down, away from Ron, and give all of your attention to the beautiful, sex-mussed man who was looking up at you so sweetly and with such a clear desire for approval that you almost started crying all over again.

 Ron lets you slip your fingers from his and takes a silent step back as you return your attention to your lover. You let him disappear into the night.

 “Nothing at all, Babe,” you reassure him with a sigh, moving shakily down his body so you can kiss him as deeply as you can, sealing your body to his as you hold his face between your hands. “I just forgot where I was for a second there.”

 Nipping at your bottom lip, he waits until you pull back before smiling stupidly at you.

“That good, huh?”

 Shaking your head, you scoff and flick his chest. As he starts to chuckle, you roll yourself off of him enough to scratch your nails lightly across his stomach.

 “I’ll give you a full review after round two, how about that?” You smirk as his eyebrows shoot up, sitting up and swinging your leg over his hips to straddle him. “But right now, how about I reward the idiot I love for remembering my birthday?”

 If he’s surprised by your sudden proclamation of affection, he makes no show of it. And somehow that makes the moment all the sweeter.

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(HELLO SO SORRY FOR THE LATE FIC I LOVE YALL COVID IS A BITCH! I’M CURRENTLY WORKING ON THREE FICS SO HOPEFULLY THEY WILL FOLLOW SHORTLY! OKAY BYE BYE MY GORGEOUS GEODUCKS!)

taglist: @mrseasycompany​ @itswormtrain @mrsalwayswrite​ @happyveday​ @sunsetmando @ricksmorty @now-im-a-belieber​ @tvserie-s-world​

#band of brothers imagines #band of brothers x reader #babe heffron x reader #ron speirs x reader #babe heffron imagines #ron speirs imagines #problematicfavesareproblematic

[multifandomlover01]

The Aid Station

Renée Lemaire x Female!Medic!Reader (Platonic, I guess…could be a bit suggestive but there’s no explicit romantic angle)

Kinda Eugene Roe x Female!Medic!Reader (um…he’s a bit angry and there’s no explicit romantic angle)

Word count: ~1.7k

Hey, @mercurygray, is this angry enough for you?

I do not own Band of Brothers, or any scenes or characters from it. All credit goes to the appropriate owners.

Key: Y/F/N = Your First Name, Y/N/N = Your Nickname (shortened version of your name or other nickname),

You found yourself going back and forth from the aid station quite often. First to get medical supplies. Then to get help for wounded soldiers. It was exhausting. But Renée made it better. Her presence was calming. She was kind and caring. You found yourself becoming enamored with her. She was one of the very few bright spots in this Hell that you were in.

When you seemed particularly spent, she would advise you to take a break. She would sit and talk with you. She would give you chocolate.

You two got to know each other quite well. She was a native of Bastogne. When she found herself in this situation, she decided to help. You admired her for that. She said she admired you as well.

One day, you were supervising the bringing in of a couple of wounded and you also had to help tend to them. Then others came in and you provided the help that was needed in tending to them.

By the time your help seemed to not be needed, it was night. You didn’t dare risk trying to make it back in the dark. You could very easily get lost and/or shot. You would have to wait until dawn.

There was no room anywhere to sleep except on the floor.

[pardon the French in this section, I used Google Translate, but I’ve translated it into English, so just read that and know that you’re conversing in French, ok?]

“Serez-vous à l'aise?” Will you be comfortable? Renée asked you.

“Oui.” Yes.

“Vous êtes sûr?” You are sure?

“Croyez-moi, le sol est beaucoup plus confortable qu'un foxhole.” Trust me, the floor is much more comfortable than a foxhole.

She smiled at you and gave you a couple of blankets, one to put on the floor to lay on and another to cover you, and a pillow.

You slept on the floor. It was indeed more comfortable than a foxhole.

The next morning, you set out. Before you left, Renée gave you the two blankets, wrapping one around you and then handing you the other one that she had folded up. She also gave you a chocolate bar, some extra supplies she could spare, and a kiss on the cheek. You smiled at her before departing.

As you neared Easy Company’s lines, you heard the guard rustling as he heard you.

He called out a sign.

You realized you didn’t know the countersign they were using for the night.

You panicked.

You heard his weapon getting ready to fire.

He gave the sign again.

You identified myself, praying that would be sufficient.

You heard a scuffle.

“You idiot, it’s Y/F/N! Just let her through!”

“But we’re not supposed to let anyone go through that doesn’t know the countersign.”

“She’s been missing since yesterday. She wasn’t here last night to be told what the countersign was.”

“We were told to accept no excuses for not knowing or giving the countersign. We were also told to accept no alternatives.”

You heard rustling.

“Hey, what’re you doing?!”

You saw a figure with their weapon aimed at you come toward you. Another figure, also with their weapon aimed at you, tailed them.

As Babe’s face came into your view, your face came into his. John Julian’s face came into view from behind Babe.

When Babe saw you, he lowered his weapon as he sighed with relief. Julian did not.

“Julian! What’s the matter with you?” Babe forcefully lowered Julian’s weapon, “ya wanna shoot her?”

“No, I’m sorry,” Julian grumbled.

Babe approached you.

“It’s nice ta see ya, Y/N/N, where ya been?”

He led you behind the line(?).

“I got stuck at the aid station in town overnight.”

“No kiddin’. You’re alright, though, right?”

“Yeah.”

They continued to man their post as I made your way further into the lines(?).

You passed Winters’ foxhole and he jumped out.

“Hey, Y/F/N, we’ve been worried sick about you since yesterday. Where have you been?”

“I got stuck at the aid station overnight. I helped take a couple of wounded there yesterday. I stayed to help. I helped with others as well. When I was finished, it was night. I figured it wasn’t safe to try to make it back at night, so I waited until morning.”

Winters nodded, approvingly.

“Right. You made the right decision. I’m glad you’re alright.”

“Thank you, sir.”

You made your way to your foxhole.

You jumped down into it.

“Hiya, Genie.”

“Y/N/N? Where yuh been? Ahve been lookin’ for yuh since yesterday.”

“I got stuck at the aid station overnight.”

“Huh?” (Change?)

“I helped bring a couple of wounded there. I stayed to help. I also helped a few others. By the time I was finished, it was night. I didn’t think it was safe to try to make it back at night, so I waited until morning.”

“And yuh didn’t think it was wrong to be derelict in yuh duties?”

“Excuse me?”

“Yuh have a duty to this company. What if we had needed yuh when yuh were gone? Don’t yuh think yuh should’ve thought a bit more before yuh decided to stay at that aid station and then get held up?”

“Eugene Gilbert Roe, I will not be spoken to in that manner by you. You know I have nothing but the utmost admiration for this company. You know I preform my duties above and beyond what is expected of me. I help who I can when I can. That extends to people in an aid station unable to be evacuated that need help that I am available to provide.”

“Yuh can’t get stuck thinkin’ like that.”

“Like what?”

“Yuh can’t think that yuh have to help everyone. Cause you can’t realistically.”

“So I was just supposed to abandon those people?”

“There were other people there, weren’t there?”

“There were not enough people to help with the number of wounded, which increases everyday. Why do you think so many people have volunteered? They need all the help they can get. I was willing to provide needed help for a few hours.”

“Yuh first priority should always be this company.”

“It was! I was bringing our wounded there for help!”

“Yuh should’ve left when yuh had handed them off to the people there that could help them. Yuh a combat medic. Yuh help in the field. Yuh provide immediate aid to soldiers and care for them long enough to keep them alive until they can get help either at an aid station, a field hospital or be evacuated.”

“You don’t need to remind me what my duty is. I know what it is. But these are extenuating circumstances. I think I can be given a little grace.”

You decided that you had had enough of this. You got up to leave.

“Where yuh goin’?”

“Away from you!”

You wandered off away from Eugene.

Eugene sighed. He was exhausted. You were exhausted. He hadn’t meant to go off on you like that. He regretted it. Truthfully, he just missed you and was really worried about you yesterday. And he was just feeling so many emotions lately (one prominent one being anger) that he just had to let them out somehow. Unfortunately they decided to come out and at a person who definitely did not need to be blown up at. Since they were very upset and angry as well.

He got up to go after you. But you were nowhere to be found. You couldn’t have gotten that far. Where could you be? Eugene called out to you, but received nothing in reply. Panic set in him again. He began going from foxhole to foxhole asking the men if they had seen you. No one he asked had.

He eventually found you in Spina’s hole. He slid down into it next to Ralph and across from you. You wouldn’t look at him.

“Y/N/N?”

Still nothing. Eugene sighed. He removed his helmet and set it down beside him.

“Has she talked to yuh?” He asked Spina.

“Uh huh.”

“What’d she say?”

“She said you yelled at her and that it upset her.”

“Ah didn’t mean to!” Eugene huffed, frustrated with himself.

“Then why’d you do it?”

“Ah dunno know. Ah was angry. Not at her, really. But it came out at her.”

“Why were you angry?”

“Cause Ah didn’t ask for this, ok?! Ah…Ah didn’t ask to be a medic. Ah just answered one stupid question on one stupid test and they think that qualifies me to have other people’s lives in my hands?! No amount of training coulda prepared me for watching someone die in mah arms!”

“What’s any a that got ta do with Y/F/N?”

“None of it does! But she waddn’t here most a yesterday and all a last night. Ah was worried. Ah thought something had happened.”

Eugene look at me finally to see that I was now looking at him.

“Ah…Ah thought yuhd died. And…and Ah just couldn’t bear the thought of that, ok? All those feelings I had came out at yuh. And Ahm sorry. Ah just couldn’t bear the thought of someone Ah consider a friend dying without saying goodbye or without me bein’ there for yuh. Ah thought ‘God, what if something happened and she’s alone and scared?’. Ah hated the thought of not bein’ there for yuh if yuh needed someone. Ah thought Ahd never see yuh again.”

You maneuvered your way over and hugged Eugene.

“You have every right to be angry. I’m sorry I scared you. I didn’t mean to. It was simply too dangerous to go back at night. And…I just wanted to help people, Gene. That’s all I wanna do. Because I hate seeing people die just as much as you do. I just didn’t want anybody to die.”

You were crying at this point. Eugene and Ralph snuggled closer to you.

“I know, cherie. I know.”

“It’s gonna be ok,” Ralph added, “we’re all gonna be ok.”

You all soon fell asleep just like that, all huddled together under a blanket.

[finish]

#band of brothers x reader #renée lemaire x reader #eugene roe x reader #babe heffron x reader

[captaintrissy]

Easy Company when they babysit

A/N: I had really fun with this one, keep the request coming!

Dick Winters: Dick would be an amazing babysitter, he’s used to babysitting dozens of grown men and he’s a very patient, compassionate and responsible person. He’d make sure the kids were fed, safe and had done their homework. Dick would be very attentive and aware of everything with the kids, making him pretty much the ideal babysitter.

Lewis Nixon: Lewis is more of the fun uncle than the reliable babysitter. He’d let the kids eat whatever they wanted and stay up late. Not because he doesn’t care but because that’s how he was raised and because of his limited experience with children. He will however make them laugh until they cry with his crazy stories and jokes.

Carwood Lipton: Add Carwood to the list of ideal babysitters. He’ll do fun and educational activities with the kids, never raising his voice or tiring of their antics. After everything he’s seen it’s refreshing for Carwood to be around hopeful and happy children so he benefits from the babysitting as much as they do.

Babe Heffron: Babe would try so hard to be a good babysitter, and for the most part he is, feeding the kids, entertaining them and making them laugh but he’s used to being around poorly behaved military men and will accidentally curse.

Bill Guarnere: Bill wouldn’t even try not to curse, he knows he swears a lot and have a bit of a rough language but he’s just never seen it as much of an issue. Actions are more important to him than words, so while he may raise his voice and grumble at the kids he’ll never actually get angry at them and he makes sure the kids know that. Besides joking around with the children and telling them crazy stories, Bill will make Italian food from scratch, and show the kids how to do it (they’ve never eaten as well as when Bill’s around). Being able to cook is important in Bill’s eyes so that’s why he’ll try to teach the children culinary science.

Joe Liebgott: Like Babe, Joe would let a few (a lot) curse words slip but unlike Babe he wouldn’t try so hard. I don’t mean that he’d let the kids starve or not keep an eye on them, but after dealing with nazis he’s fine with a few kids not liking him. He’d take out his comic books and show them to the kids, reading and discussing their favourite ones.

Joe Toye: Like the other Joe on this list, Toye wouldn’t be too upset if the kids didn’t like him, after surviving a war he can name about a thousand things worse, however he would be greatly upset if something happened to the kids on his watch. In his mind it’s a babysitter’s responsibility to keep the kids safe, clean and fed and Joe takes his responsibilities seriously, if the non-coms of Easy hadn’t a hell of a lot more paratroopers would have ended up dead.

Buck Compton: This man will get the kids outside exercising and playing, probably through baseball. Buck is very passionate about training and being outside so in his mind the best thing he can do while babysitting is getting the kids outside. He will also make sure they eat good, solid food and by the time their parents are home the kids will be out cold.

Ron Speirs: Like Toye, Ron considers the biggest responsibility of a babysitter to be the kids’ safety so he’ll always keep an eye on them and with his attentiveness and perception nothing will get past him. He’s not used to being around children so he’s a little stumped on what to do. Eventually he’ll use the same methods he used as a CO with the children, meaning they’ll do lots of drill practice.

Don Malarkey: Would not, despite how tempted he might be, utter one single curse word. Don is a very caring and sensitive guy and would never want to accidentally scare the kids by cursing or screaming. Don loves the way kids’ minds work so he’ll enjoy hearing their stories, and sharing a few of his own (redacting the gore of course). He also loves their high energy and will absolutely have a four hour water fight in the backyard. As he isn’t above a little mischief Don will help organise a cookie heist, making him the children’s hero.

George Luz: George is practically a kid himself so he’d be the kids’ favourite adult, no matter how loud or hyper they got George would never tire of playing with them and he’d constantly do imitations of other adults, making the children roll over with laughter. While also sneak the kids cookies after dinner.

Bull Randleman: The children would demand constant piggyback rides (I mean, who wouldn’t want a piggyback ride from this giant?), which Bull would happily supply. He’s given injured, grown-ass men piggyback rides so carrying around a few kids is nothing. Bull is a very calm, assertive and attentive person so he’ll neither lose his patience with the kids or have them walk over him. Not to mention that if one of the kids were bullied they would drag Bull with them to school and just the sight of him would make the bullies back down.

Shifty Powers: Shifty loves kids, and he really wants to do a good job taking care of them so he’ll try his hardest to keep the children entertained and their needs met. And he want do it just because he feels he has to, he genuinely enjoys playing with the kids and taking care of them and will be incredibly patient with them. With that said, he might be a bit of a pushover since he really wants the kids to like him, he won’t allow them to do anything dangerous but he will let them have cookies before dinner.

Floyd Talbert: Tab is known as ’Fun uncle Floyd’. He could play with the kids for days with his energy, and he’s so attentive on everything going on around them. He’ll also let the kids eat junk food and stay up late making him the kids’ favourite babysitter (but maybe not the parents’).

Chuck Grant: The last member of the ’ideal babysitter’ list. As a former sergeant Chuck knows how to get people to listen without screaming at them, which he’ll benefit greatly from when babysitting. While he would make sure that the kids are eating well enough and are somewhat caught up on homework he’d also let them indulge in some less healthy behaviour (such as having ice cream before dinner or lagging behind on an assignment).

#band of brothers x reader #band of brothers preference #chuck grant x reader #floyd talbert x reader #shifty powers x reader #darrell powers x reader #band of brothers imagine #bull randleman x reader #denver randleman x reader #bill guarnere x reader #george luz x reader #don malarkey x reader #donald malarkey x reader #ron speirs x reader #ronald speirs x reader #buck compton x reader #joe toye x reader #joe liebgott x reader #babe heffron x reader #edward heffron x reader #carwood lipton x reader #lewis nixon x reader #dick winters x reader

[ourmiraclealigner]

how do you think the BoB fellas would react to a female medic beating them at darts? Most specifically: Winters/Nix/Guarnere/Babe/Bull :)

dick winters:

- dick doesn’t even notice he lost

- he’s too wrapped up in watching you, loving the way you looked in the dim light

- his eyes trail over your hair as he finally gets pulled out of his daze with a soft “hm?”

- you repeat what you said, watching as his cheeks turn a light red

- “won again, huh?” he says with a soft smirk, reaching his hand out to grab yours

lewis nixon:

- lew is a little bit of a different story

- he’ll act indifferent, but inside he hates to lose 

- he asks you to recount the score, and then will even double check it himself

- “how did you manage to beat me?” he huffs, handing the darts to someone else in line

- he walks beside you, hand resting gently on your lower back as he leans in to mumble “guess i’ll just have to keep practicing so i can win”

bill guarnere:

- bill isn’t a big darts guy, so the fact that you got him to play is a miracle

- he almost doesn’t even try, so he’s not upset to lose

- “eh, whatever” he’ll say, adding in a dismissive wave as he reaches for his beer

- he brushes it off easily, taking a sip out of the cold glass as his arm wraps around your waist

- “enough with the stupid fucking games, alright? come sit by me for awhile” he grumbles, gently tugging you along to his table

babe heffron:

- babe can be a sore loser at times

- the moment he realizes you’ve got him beat, he pouts

- “i don’t like playing with you” he mumbles sadly, pulling out all of the dramatics

- part of him actually is sad, but the other part of him just wants to be babied

- he’ll lean down a little and point to his cheek for a kiss, “it’s the only thing that will make me feel better” he whines

bull randleman:

- bull has no issue losing, seeing you happy is the only thing that matters to him

- he’ll stand by your side, smiling as he counts your points (he might even add a few to your score)

- cigar hanging loosely from his lips, he’ll walk over to the dart board to collect the darts

- “nice job honey” he mumbles, smiling as he places them back in your hand

- “show me how to throw like you do” he adds with a slight smirk, not sure how you manage to win every time

#hbo war #band of brothers #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers headcanons #dick winters #richard winters #dick winters imagine #dick winters x reader #richard winters imagine #lewis nixon headcannon #lewis nixon imagine #lewis nixon x reader #lewis nixon #bull randleman headcannons #bull randleman x reader #bull randleman imagine #bull randleman #babe heffron headcannons #babe heffron x reader #babe heffron imagine #babe heffron #bill guarnere x reader #bill guarnere imagine #bill guarnere headcanons #bill guarnere

[bastognee]

pda with easy company (heffron, winters)

babe heffron

☼ this man.

☼ he worships you as if you’re the one who put the ground beneath his feet.

☼ at first, he was too shy to initiate any pda. but now? oh boy, he’s always got an arm around some part of you.

☼ babe loves to pretend he can’t hear what you’re saying. that way, when you lean closer, he can turn and kiss you.

☼ he also loves to hold your face in his hands as he kisses. let’s face it, that’s probably how the others found out about the two of you.

☼ poor julian enters his and babe’s foxhole to see the two of you just making out, and he doesn’t really know how to react so he just starts yelling.

☼ babe also just loves sitting close to you with his knees occasionally bumping against yours while he plays with his fingers.

☼ he really doesn’t care who sees.

☼ babe loves you and that’s that.

☼ he’s going to make sure you (and everyone else) know it.

richard winters

☼ i suppose he should really act professional around you. he’s your superior officer, after all - but he finds it increasingly difficult.

☼ he had a lot more self control when you first got together and barely even made eye contact with you in front of others, out of fear of slipping up.

☼ but now it comes as a shock to most if he doesn’t call you a nickname or some sort of term of endearment.

☼ since he’s quite a busy guy, he has to rush when showing you affection sometimes but he means every bit of it nonetheless.

☼ no choice but chaste kisses i’m afraid, but he promises you there will be more than just that after the war.

☼ holding your hand brings him a lot of comfort when he’s typing up accounts or rethinking a long day.

☼ please stroke his hair if you have a moment to unwind while you and the other men wait for the next bit of action to occur.

☼ he strikes me as someone who wouldn’t want to talk through everything he’s feeling, he’d just want you to comfort him with hugs and kisses.

☼ you need to stop being cute in front of nixon, it’s just making the split between him and his wife worse-

☼ he’s definitely affectionate and not afraid to hide it, it’s a shame that he can’t as much as he’d want to.

#band of brothers #band of brothers imagines #band of brothers x reader #babe heffron x reader #babe heffron imagine #dick winters x reader #dick winters imagine #richard winters x reader #richard winters imagine #add to ml #pda headcannons

[nonstoplover]

we're only human ~ babe heffron (babe of brothers)

my masterlist  |  my hbo war masterlist

pairing: babe heffron x (female) reader

request: "allow me to slide you a prompt req?! #2 and #14 from the angst list pleaaaaase??? (with whoever you're most motivated to write for) 😈💞"

prompts: "When did you stop loving me?" & "I wish I was brave."

summary: babe is trying to distance himself from her and she can't help but wonder why

words: 2.1K

a/n: this one i dedicate to my lovely Pearl @now-im-a-belieber . happy birthday my darling!! i'm so happy to have gotten to know you. you've been the first person i spoke with in this fandom and you've been the loveliest and most awesome ever since. i love you with all my heart and i hope you enjoy this babe fic i wrote for you on your special day!! 💕✨

( i'm not at all satisfied with how this turned out even though i wanted something really good for you my sweet friend. i'm sorry 😂 i hope it's not too sappy and rushed at the end )

(y/n/n) means: your nickname

(y/e/c) means: your eye colour

taglist: @how-are-those-nuts-sarge @50svibes @pennyllanne @nowinnablewar @neverendingstories00 @mads-weasley @tvserie-s-world @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant

She watches as Babe spins around and hurriedly makes his way in the opposite direction with a frown playing on her forehead. A huff leaves her lungs just as he disappears behind a corner.

This is getting ridiculous, she thinks. He behaves like the two of them being best friends - and then even something more - has never even happened. Or even worse, as if she did something so hideous and impardonable that he doesn't even want to see her face any more. But no matter how hard she thinks, she can't come up with any moment that could've caused him to get so mad at her.

And she can't even ask him what's wrong - every time they accidentally meet, he disappears from her surroundings before she can mutter out a single syllable. He always makes a way for himself to get away immediately, he always succeeds.

It's slowly driving her crazy.

With a sigh escaping her lips and her shoulders moving in a shrugging motion she steps out the door and makes her way to the company CP of Easy as she initially planned before freezing in the doorway upon seeing the boy.

Through the rest of the day, the image of him turning around with wide eyes never leaves her mind - it only awakens more of her thoughts and memories.

She thinks back to all of the nights they held each close in the Bois Jacques, trying to fight the cold, whispering to each other when they couldn't fall asleep due to how much they've been shivering. All the jokes they told each other, trying to make the other forget about the awful circumstances. All the quiet giggles and chuckles that threatened to burst into a full laughter - something they shouldn't do. All the shared glances when something reminded them of a previous night's conversation, often ending in both of them trying to bite back a laugh since it being a truly inappropriate moment for even smiling.

They talked about everything and anything, whatever came to their minds in that particular moment, slowly getting to know each other more and more. Even during the patrols in the forest they were sent together, they just couldn't keep their mouths shut.

As time went by, their friendship slowly transformed into something more. They never talked about it, it was never spoken out, but even the others in Easy could sense something has definitely changed between the two. If possible, they got even closer. And it didn't take long before innocent kisses on the cheek turned into kisses on the lips when no one else could see, and softly spoken good night's turned into I love you's.

By the time it was time for them to leave the forest and attack the town of Foy, they've been so close as if they've known each other since childhood. After every battle Easy had to fight, first things first they looked for each other - a relieved sigh leaving their lips as they embraced the other with what small amount of energy they still had in their bodies. The other's touch seemed to heal any wounds they might have ended up with.

In the convent they fell asleep with their limbs tangled together. (y/n) sat next to Babe with her feet planted on the bench on his other side, her head resting right above his collarbone, their fingers laced together in his lap while his other hand held her close with his fingers gently pressing into her waistline.

The last thing he said to her was that - until then nightly - I love you he muttered into her hair half-asleep as they both drifted off to the land of dreams to the angelic sound of the choir singing.

When she woke up the next day, he was nowhere to be found - she only saw him next right before Easy got on the trucks that took them to Haguenau. He glanced at her, then just as she waved with her hand to beckon him over to the vehicle she was standing next to, he turned his head away and got on another one, leaving her standing there with wide eyes and a mouth hanging slightly open in surprise until Luz reached down to help her up, jolting her out of her thoughts.

And now it just all feels like a break up - except they were never officially together. They never talked about it. She thought the often spoke I love you's were proof of their shared feelings in case the kisses weren't, but ever since they moved to Haguenau, she's not so sure he ever had real feelings towards her other than a friendship with a little need to feel something. Maybe it never was more than a kind of friends with benefits.

Maybe all he wanted was someone to hold to keep himself warm. Someone to help him feel something again, with the kisses and whispered words of adoration. But now that they got out of the cold and they can sleep under a roof, in a bed once again, he doesn't need anyone to keep him warm anymore.

Or maybe he just stopped having feelings for her. He's gotten to know her true personality and found something there he didn't like. Anything's possible at this point. Anything.

But she can never be totally sure - not until she speaks with him. So she plans out the perfect trap that leaves him no chance but talk to her.

The next afternoon, with a little help from Chuck Grant, she manages to get the boy in the situation she wanted to.

Babe's eyes move around the room frantically, not stopping for a second - he couldn't be searching for a way out any more obvious than this, and it makes her even more frustrated.

"Heffron!" (y/n) calls out, harsher than both of them expected, but at least it results in him finally looking at her - wide eyed and surprised, but he does and that's what matters.

"Yes?" He eventually speaks up, on the inside already afraid of what she wants. The moment he dreaded, the moment he thought about so much is here.

"Stop looking around like a deer in the headlights, I don't bite," she rolls her eyes. "Instead could you please fill me in about why you've been avoiding me like the fuckin' plague?"

Babe only sighs, his shoulders slumping forward. "I'm not," he mumbles even though he knows it's nonsense. He swiftly diverts his gaze from her upon seeing the almost deadly stare sparkle in her (y/e/c) orbs.

He leans against the wall, holding his hands up to in front of his torso, with his fingers folding and unfolding non-stop. But he stays silent. His eyes are trained on the ground next to his feet as he stands under her intensely watching gaze.

"I'm still waiting," (y/n) announces after a couple minutes of complete silence, but he still doesn't answer a word. "Look, if I've done anything, I want to apologise. I didn't realise that I did something bad, but I truly am sorry."

"No, (y/n/n), you haven't done anything!" Babe's head snaps upwards until his glance meets hers.

The girl frowns and waits a couple more seconds for him to continue but when he doesn't, she speaks up again. "Then what?"

The eye contact gets almost unbearable with the intangible tension between the two and it only takes one more minute for him to understand that she won't back down. She won't leave this room - and won't let him leave - until he gives her the answer. So with another sigh and fingers pushed through his ginger locks he starts speaking again.

"You haven't done anything, it's just- it's me."

"You?"

"Yes. It's hard to explain...," he says with his voice trailing off in the end. Damn, it's much harder than he ever expected it to be.

"When did you stop loving me?" Her soft voice cuts through the air. She just wants to get over the probably hardest part of the conversation.

It feels like someone has slapped him in the face, hearing her words and knowing the truth at the same time - and he rushes to correct her to stop this train of thoughts of hers.

"I never did."

(y/n) just raises an eyebrow that lets him know that it's too late for that - she already got to this thought, probably multiple times. These three words won't fix it. But how could he explain this anyway?

"Then why are you avoiding me?" She asks again, feeling like she's talking to a child who doesn't understand the question.

"Because I'm scared, okay?"

It bursts out of him so sudden and so loud that it makes her whole body shake in surprise and subconsciously take a small step back to keep her balance. She doesn't dare say another word so she just patiently waits for his following words as she tries to calm her swiftly beating heart.

"I'm scared because what I feel for you is stronger than anything I have ever felt, and I don't know if I'm ready for it. I'm scared because I don't want to get my heart broken. I don't know if I could take losing you, whether it's because of us or the war. I wish I was brave, but I'm not."

"What if I promise that you won't lose me?"

"You can't promise that. None of us can see the future. We're only human."

His voice sounds so bitter it makes her heart clench with sadness and suddenly she doesn't want anything but to make that disappear. With cautiously taken small steps she slowly approaches him and reaches out to gently grab one of his hands with her own while the other moves to caress his cheek.

"Babe, I know it's hard, but you need to let this fear go. You'll never be able to live fully and be truly happy in your life if all you do's gonna be being afraid of losing what or who you love," with a soft but still strong grip on his jaw she moves his head until she's able to make eye contact with him again. "Even when there's no war going on, people die every day by accident. And you can't prevent that. All you can do is accept this and live with it. But I can promise you that until some higher force decides we no longer should be together, I'll be right here, by your side, holding your hand. Okay?"

The stare with which Babe's looking in her eyes is so powerful, so intense that it almost makes her stop breathing all in all.

He stays silent for the longest second ever - at least that's how it feels for her. She doesn't have a clue about what's going on inside his head or how he's going to react, and so she says one last thing to get him push past his guards he built so high.

"Will you let me help you get over this scaredness?"

It doesn't take a moment for him to lean forward and feverishly place his lips against hers, kissing her over and over again.

His free hand comes up to rest on her cheek and his thumb caresses her skin as he finally pulls back, just until his forehead still keeps in touch with hers.

"I'm still not sure how I got so lucky to have met you," he looks adoringly in her eyes. "And you should to know that I'm still not sure if I'll be able to let go of this. But for you I promise I'll try my best to fight it."

"And that's more than enough for me," the girl replies with a small smile playing on her lips. "As long as you don't lock me out from your mind and life again, it's gonna be fine."

They share a chuckle, then keep staring in each other's eyes for a little while more before (y/n) takes a step back to let him step away from the wall and with their fingers lacing together, almost by instinct at this point, they make their way out of the room - only to be met by the wide grin and shining eyes of Chuck just outside the door.

.::the end::.

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Hi! I have a request for Band of Brothers. How Easy company would treat the reader when this person is sick. I hope this works! I love everything you have written, thank you!

in sickness and health - band of brothers

- [ BUCK COMPTON ]

PANICS

this man smothers you with attention

he’s waiting on you hand and foot every single second of the day, and he does not care if he gets sick

he’s literally so sweet, even though he still tries to kiss you

like Buck, no, it’s probably contagious

holds your hand while you wait for the medic

tells the medic all of your symptoms for you while you sleep on his shoulder

he actually learned how to cook just so he could make you some food when you got the flu once

he tells you he needs you to get better so he can take you out on dates and spoil you Buck, we’re in the middle of a war

he acts like he doesn’t spoil you already

- [ CHUCK GRANT ]

will beat your ass if you’re not in bed

don’t even try to resist him taking care of you, he will not be having it

actually super soft as long as you don’t fight him about taking some time off the line

chews people out for being too loud while you’re trying to sleep

brings all of your meals to your room and eats with you, making sure you finish every part of your meal

LOTS OF CUDDLES

he’s quite careful not to get sick though

don’t ever try and deny that you’re sick, seriously

“fine? FINE? baby, i just saw you throw up.”

constantly checks your forehead to make sure you’re not burning up

- [ BILL GUARNERE ]

he has a lot of siblings, he knows what he’s doing

i feel like he’s less aggressive about it than some of the other men, but he’s gonna tell you you’re dumb for getting sick at least 2 times

he genuinely tries to be super sweet when you’re not feeling well, so give him a break

cooks you lots of his mom’s family recipes (how’d he find the ingredients?? we don’t know how, but he did)

you’re gonna eat every meal he makes you or you’re gonna get force-fed

carries you everywhere, even if you don’t ask him to

SO MUCH HAIR STROKING

he loves to pet your head until you fall asleep

expect lots of sleepy cuddles

definitely contracts whatever you had, so expect to get a whiny Bill that wants you to take care of him

- [ BABE HEFFRON ]

PANICS LIKE BUCK BUT EVEN WORSE

constantly has Roe checking on you, making sure that you’re getting better

will indeed rub your back while you throw up, and even hold your hair back if necessary

he’s constantly moping because he wants cuddles and kisses, but he knows he can’t have any until you’re not sick anymore

he’s surprisingly calm on the outside, but on the inside he’s panicking because he’s so worried

brings you tonssss of extra blankets that he collected from the other replacements

this man brings in the whole battalion to help you get better, he’s out here begging everyone for supplies

even though you’re sick, he’s still gonna hold your hand

sorry, but he needs at least a little affection

get ready to be absolutely smothered when you’re no longer sick

- [ JOE LIEBGOTT ]

he’s not as aggressive about it as he would be if you got hurt, but expect lots of teasing

he’s gonna call you a dumbass at least once, okay?

will NOT leave you alone for a single SECOND

he’s worried that you’re gonna start throwing up when he leaves the room and then choke to death on your own vomit

gives you all of his food, even if you don’t want it

don’t try and act like you’re not sick, he will yell at you (he’s not playing around)

gets so frustrated with you when you won’t take your medicine, so he has to have Roe give it to you

he doesn’t like being super soft in front of the guys, but if you have the chills, he will not hesitate to cuddle you

he’ll literally let you get away with ANYTHING if you’re sick

like i’m not even joking, he’d literally let you use his shirt as a tissue if you needed to

- [ CARWOOD LIPTON ]

SO SOFT

yells at the guys to be quiet so that you can get more sleep

if a trooper isn’t whispering while you’re trying to sleep, no one will ever find that man’s body

LOTSSS of forehead kisses

will not let you do anything

not even if you bring up the time that he got a pneumonia (he just glares at you until you yield)

he makes sure that everyone treats you with extra caution, especially if it’s hard for you to walk

he gets soooo worried if you have a coughing fit

he just panics whenever it happens while rubbing your back and offering you water

lets you burrow into his chest while you rest

- [ GEORGE LUZ ]

tries to make jokes so that he can help you feel better

i feel like George has absolutely no idea what the hell he’s doing

asks Roe a million questions about what he should do to help you

if this isn’t your first time being sick around him, then he’s already gonna have a set plan on how to help you get better

steals a lot of extra food for you, especially hershey bars

whines that he doesn’t get any kisses now that you’re sick

he thinks it’s his job to take care of you, so he feels really bad that there’s not much he can do

he does get supplies from replacements, but unlike Babe, he steals them

will kiss you regardless of if you’re contagious or not

now you have to take care of him while he whines and complains about how stuffy his nose is

- [ DONALD MALARKEY ]

so SOFT UGHHHHH

he takes over your duties as well as his own just so that you get enough time to recover

brings lots of blankets, the softest ones he could find in the whole entire town

holds your hand a lotttt

he spoons you (which is rare because Don Malarkey = little spoon) when your sleep schedules match up, and he buries his head between your shoulders

omg if you have something bad like a pneumonia he’s literally so scared that you might die

like you wake up to him sobbing into your back, and when you turn around he just tells you to go back to sleep

but you just pull his face close, and tell him you aren’t going anywhere and that you’ll never leave him

he feels a lot better after that, and he does his best when taking care of you

he’s literally so happy once you’ve fully recovered that he picks you up and twirls you around

- [ JOHNNY MARTIN ]

acts like he’s annoyed that you got sick, but he’s secretly very concerned

he makes some very passive aggressive comments at first, but once he realizes how awful you look, he feels really bad

starts treating you like a princess after that

he keeps you slightly isolated from the rest of the men, as he doesn’t want you to accidentally give them whatever you have

brings you anything you could ever need, you’ll never have to take a step out of bed

checking to make sure your fever is gone

he restrains himself from PDA during this time, so expect absolutely no kisses until you get better

he tells you that it’s your “punishment” for getting sick

if you tell him you’re sore or something aches, expect a massage

give him a kiss for all his efforts afterwards, you’ll see a rare smile cross his face

- [ SKIP MUCK ]

like George, he tells you jokes to help you get better

unlike George, however, he tells you shitty ones so that you’ll get better faster because absolutely no one wants to listen to them

not gonna lie to you, this little bastard is not very helpful

Malarkey and Penkala tell Roe about it once Skip finally realizes how bad your illness is getting

he feels really awful later on because he realizes if he told Eugene sooner then you wouldn’t be lying in bed, coughing your lungs out

spoils you after that because of how bad he feels

he won’t give you his own food, but he will steal extra meals for you

honestly he’s more mad that you’re sick than you are, he wants you to get better IMMEDIATELY

tells you about his day immediately after you’ve woken up from your nap

expect cuddles, kisses, hugs, and other physical affection he should not be giving you while you’re ill

- [ LEWIS NIXON ]

literally offers you alcohol at the beginning of your sickness

the man can’t even take care of himself, how the hell is he gonna take care of you

asks Winters a lot of questions, to the point where it’s basically Richard taking care of you

it’s fine, they come as a pair

lets you sleep in his office while he does whatever he has to do

gives you his most expensive blanket to keep warm

is actually very worried even though he puts on quite the humorous facade

he just wants you to be okay

he eventually calms down though, he knows a virus wont take you away from him

not even a war or an entire ocean could, so what’s the flu gonna do?

- [ FRANK PERCONTE ]

he probably thinks you’re sick because you forgot to brush your teeth ONE TIME after you were drunk

germaphobe to the MAX

sorry, but you’re not gonna see this man until you are in 100% healthy condition

he feels bad about it, but he doesn’t want whatever you have

he doesn’t believe Doc when he says it’s not contagious, which is stupid because Roe is literally a MEDIC-

i’m not even joking, this man will literally have Luz deliver you the hershey bars he wanted to give you

he’s basically quarantined you and there’s nothing you can do about it

everyone’s like: .... bruh... isn’t this a little too far???

but he’s just like: i have no idea what you’re talking about

it’s fine, he makes it up to you by literally smothering you once you’re all better

- [ SHIFTY POWERS ]

KING OF CODDLING

practically waits on you hand and foot for an entire week

blows on your soup to cool it down before feeding it to you

he’s scared you’re gonna burn your tongue, then you’ll be sick AND have a burnt tongue

lets you clutch on to his hand when your chills get worse

probably thinks you’re dying, which just makes him FREAK OUT

brushes your hair off your face when your fever is running high

always has a wet washcloth to place on your forehead

lets you burrow into his coat after your fever goes away

he rests his head on top of yours when you’re bundled up in his coat

- [ EUGENE ROE ]

HOVERS LIKE A GODDAMN MOTHER HEN

constantly taking your temperature, giving you more blankets, feeding you, making sure you stay hydrated, etc.

OH AND YOU BETTER STAY HYDRATED

throws a hissy fit that you got sick because he needs you to take better care of yourself

not extremely touchy because he doesn’t want to catch whatever you have, which is like actually painful for him

constantly giving you tea & other hot beverages to drink

spoon feeds you because he doesn’t want you to lift a single finger

will tie you to the bed to make sure that you rest

don’t test him, he’s serious about your speedy recovery

“mon amour, you need to rest or else i won’t be able to give you kisses”

- [ BULL RANDLEMAN ]

gentle giant

makes sure you’re eating lots of healthy food (or the healthiest you can get) & staying hydrated

does tasks like cleaning your bayonet and your gun so you can go to bed earlier

lots of forehead kisses when you wake up from sick naps

instructs all of the replacements on how to take care of you while he’s away

they’re actually very helpful and you treat them all like your kids

when Bull comes back and sees this, he thinks it’s adorable

but then he realizes that you’re sick and they might catch the same thing you have if they get to close

spends a lot of time shooing people out of your room

rubs your knuckles to lull you to sleep

- [ RONALD SPEIRS ]

oh god, he tries to act like it’s all good but he’s falling apart because you just look so fucking tired

SUPER SOFT with you

carries you to bed, even though you try to tell him you’re fine

steals a tonnnn of supplies for you, especially the finest quality cough drops he could find

whispers to you how much he cares about you when he thinks you’re asleep

spoiler alert: you’re not, but the stuff he says makes you feel so warm and fuzzy inside that you don’t want him to stop

thinks he has a superior immune system and that he won’t get sick, so it doesn’t matter if he kisses you or not

oh and he DEMANDS kisses even though you’re sick, he just can’t live without ‘em

he didn’t get sick, and you’re still bitter about it

he’s so doting, it’s the only time you’ll ever see him this soft

- [ FLOYD TALBERT ]

he’s so smug that you’re sick and he’s not

it’s genuinely annoying, but you get back at him by revoking his kisses because you’re sick

he is super bitter and will not talk to you for the first few days

around the third day, he’ll start to cave in, and he’ll be spending every waking moment at your side

it’s mostly him whining that you won’t give him any smooches, but he’s actually quite helpful when you ask him to get you things

finds only the BEST materials for his baby to get better

he will settle for nothing less

he has Trigger stay with you when he’s gone, just so that he knows you’re safe

when you’re finally better, he will not stop kissing you on the lips

the other men keep telling you two to get a room, but he genuinely does not care... he just tells them they’re all jealous

- [ JOE TOYE ]

the most surprisingly doting out of all the men

constantly asking you “are you okay? can i get you anything?”

will beat up anyone that tries to take your extra food or blankets

very wholesome, spoons you when you sleep

lots of neck and shoulder kisses because he cannot kiss you on the lips

constantly making sure you’re comfortable

not at all opposed to giving you piggyback rides so that you can get to places faster

plus, it’s a good opportunity for him to show off his muscles and strength to you

gives you all of his chocolate

kisses your nose because it’s red

- [ RICHARD WINTERS ]

tucks your blanket around you so that you are all cozy when you sleep

tries to dote on you as much as possible, but it’s very hard with his busy schedule sometimes

also lets you sleep in his office, you just have a big pile of blankets and pillows

no one else comes in there anyways so like... who cares?

does basic things that you don’t feel like doing (ex: brushing your hair) for you

assigns a paratrooper to look over you when he’s gone

it’s usually Tab, but sometimes it’s someone else

the only person he doesn’t assign is Nix, and that’s because Nix is a human train wreck

anyways, he wants lots of snuggles in your pile of blankets

i hate the way this turned out, but i’m not gonna beat myself up over it because i tried. i hope you liked this at least, sorry i’m a little slow with my requests right now. there’s a lot going on, but i’m trying my best. i should be posting a lot more in the next couple days! thank you for your patience and for your request 💕

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Rainy Days

To the Anon who requested this, tumblr would let me answer it so I've had to post it here. i wasn't sure which boy(s) you wanted so i went a bit crazy and did all of them🙈 They’re brief little mentions so if you want me to elaborate on anyone please let me know! I’d love to do a full headcanon on any boy of your choice. And if I missed anyone tell me and I’ll add them.

Requests are open

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James Alley

He doesn’t like the sudden loud noise when the doors close suddenly

He must make sure all the windows are closed, and the bedroom doors can’t slam, and he checks them almost hourly

To get him to relax you have to distract him with random things like a story your friend told you earlier in the week

Most of the time he doesn’t listen and when he gets up to check the doors again you have to follow him

He normally calls a rainy day a nap day and when he has calmed down you have found his nodding off in the strangest of places

You leave him to sleep in peace because a good sleep for him is rare due to his bad dreams

A sleep always makes him feel better whether its five minutes or five hours and when he wakes up, he is like a whole new person and the rain is forgotten

Buck Compton

It’s you who mopes around the house, bored and not having anything you can do that will distract you long enough

Buck comes home early because the weather has prevented people getting to the courts in time and the cases can’t proceed as a result

You basically jump on him as soon as he crosses the threshold of the door begging him to entertain you

He teaches you how to play darts to pass the time

He whispers little tips in your ear, and he is full of encouragement

When you miss the board completely, he lets you retake the shot, pretending he didn’t see you throw the dart or muttering a little ‘that doesn’t count’

As you start to get better, he comes to your level but lets you win most of the time because he likes to see how excited you get

That and he gets to stand behind you with one hand on your hip and the other covering your hand

As you start to improve so does the weather but you’re both having too much fun to notice

And Buck really doesn’t want to go back to prepping cases when he can spend time with you

Chuck Grant

Grant sits and complains to you that it’s raining as if you had something to do with it

It’s almost as if he is having a staring competition with the rain and part of the deal is if he wins it will stop raining

He doesn’t like the sound of the rain and he tries everything to drown out the sound

His favourite thing is your voice, so he asks you to talk about anything and everything humanly possible

The weather has some weird effect on Grant because when the temperature drops his body temperature drops as well

He is cold to the touch and he begs you to cuddle so he can get warm again

When he sees you coming, he couldn’t be happier, and he knows he is going to have the most amazing nap possible

He wraps you around him and before his head hits the pillow, he is fast asleep

He wakes up first and somehow manages to sneak away without waking you up in order to make you a little thank you dinner for putting up with his rainy-day mood

He’s a surprisingly really good cook and whatever he makes always tastes amazing

Bill Guarnere

Like Grant, Bill likes to cook

He cooks something his mother makes, and it takes hours and I literally mean hours

He is at it all day and he somehow manages to drag it out

You can hear him complaining about how it doesn’t taste right and the occasional clatter of a fork falling on the floor

His poor mother must hate rainy days too because he calls her at least ten times to ask her a question and when she tells him what he is doing wrong he gets annoyed with himself

It really is a labour of love and you just have to let him at it to go through the process by himself

You think he does it because it’s therapeutic for him but the state he leaves the kitchen in is unmerciful

He uses every utensil and spice or herb you have, and he gets more of it on the counter than he does in the dish but the clean up afterwards is part of the process

To be fair to Bill and his mother, it does taste amazing and you’re always thankful he makes enough to have the next day

And of course, he keeps a little bit for his mother because he wants her to have some of his dish and see how proud he is of it

Babe Heffron

You and Babe bake on rainy days

He literally begs for you to do something with him and he pouts until you agree

Babe can act like a bored toddler and he has to have something to do

The kitchen ends up covered in flour and there are chocolate chips mashed into the floor from you both accidentally stepping on them

Of course, he helps you clean up, but he tries to distract you with threats to tickle you

You’re running around the house away from him and you almost forget about the cookies in the oven

You take them out just in time to salvage them and you sit down with Babe on a well-deserved break from all the running

A truce is called when he gives you the biggest kiss on your cheek and thanking you for spending time with him

Joe Liebgott

Lieb looks like he is always ready to fight but he is actually such a soft boy so stay with me

If the rain is bad enough, he won’t bother going out in his cab because there aren’t enough people about to make it worthwhile

It’s nice when he takes the rare day off and you make use of the free time you get to spend with him

He loves to read his comic with you in between his legs and your head on his chest

The thought of having you cuddling with him and not outside getting soaked to the skin is enough to make him have butterflies in his heart

He always lets you pick the comic you want to read together

And it doesn’t matter how many times he has read it before because he uses it as an excuse to have you close to him

He reads it aloud and you can feel the vibrations of his chest as he talks and the soft kisses to the top of your head

Even when you can see the rain has stopped neither of you move because you're too comfortable

Carwood Lipton

The day isn’t very exciting and you both just laze around the house with no plan in particular

He likes to read the paper in his armchair that is tucked away in a corner of the sitting room beside the window

Lip likes to listen to the rain but wouldn’t dream of going outside, using it as background noise because he can’t sit in silence

Just looking at it through the window is enough for him and he enjoys the heat from the house and his nice dry jumper

And being in wet clothes with the windy rain reminds him of the time he got sick and had pneumonia in Hagenau

You make a hot cup of tea or coffee for the two of you and place them on the small side table so you can sit in his lap

He is always warm, and he doesn’t mind sharing his heat

George Luz  

A free day with George was never boring and certainly never dull

Together you have plans that have to be abandoned because the weather doesn’t want to cooperate with you

He does an impression of the weatherman on the radio telling you it was raining as if you hadn’t just seen it seconds before him

But George doesn’t let it ruin your day and he turns the outdoor date into an indoor date

He puts on his best shirt and manages to pull flowers out of thin air

Like the gentleman he is he formally asks you dance with a kiss to the back of your hand

Before you know it, he has you spinning around the kitchen to whatever was playing on the radio

This poor bean tries his best to dance but he is hopeless

He doesn’t let that stop him from him showing you his moves and attempting to look sexy with his hips

You’re both in your own little bubble nether of you have realised it has stopped raining

Donald Malarkey

No matter what, every time you go for a walk with Don you somehow manage to get caught in the rain

Its almost as if whatever force there may be sees you both enjoying a lovely peaceful walk and decided that it is the perfect time to open the heavens and cause a little flood

While you're walking, Don sees a puddle and the biggest smirk you have ever seen crosses his face so of course you know he is up to no good

He kicks the water from the puddle at you, as if you weren’t already wet enough

This single action starts a puddle war to see who can kick the most water and who can find the biggest puddle to jump in

The whole walk home you can see people looking at you from behind their curtains and shaking their heads, but you were having too much fun to care

When you reach your home, both of you are soaked and covered in dirt

You have never laughed so much, and your stomach always hurts

Once you are both clean and dry, Don lights the fire and you order food and settle in for the afternoon

Johnny Martin

He usually sits and broods at the weather mumbling curses under his breath

Every time there is a flash of lightning or a clap of thunder, he rolls his eyes and you can almost feel it every time he does it

He will spend hours looking out the window with his pouty face until you pull him away

Martin has a constant resting bitch face but once you ask him to do something with you his face changes at a scarily fast rate

You are literally the light of his life and makes sure to tell you every change he gets

And he can't say no to you

When you get him going, he can be surprisingly soft, and he does whatever you ask him to

He likes to be needed and when he sees you trying to change a lightbulb or something he jumps up and does it for you

He does it while still cursing the weather and glancing at the window every five seconds to see if it has cleared up

Skip Muck

Skip runs around the house telling you to relax and not to panic when he’s the one who is really panicking

Every time you go into a room to try calm him down, he manages to slip past you and continue his pacing

The only way to get him to stop is to distract him and your go to is building a fort in the sitting room

You both gather all the blankets and pillows from around the house and make a fort big enough for two and all the snacks he insists he needs

You try to outdo your last fort and Skip always that that every cave in or remodelling is worth it in the end

Skip does stupid things to keep him distracted from boredom

Like betting you that he can fit more M&M’s in his mouth than you

Just so we’re clear he won that bet and you had to do the dishes for a whole week by yourself

Lewis Nixon

On the early mornings you wake up to the rain beating against the window Lew refuses to get out of bed

And he won’t let you get out of bed either

He has his arms wrapped firmly around your waist with his head buried into your hair and nothing on earth can make him loosen his tight grip

Eventually you manage to bribe him out of bed with the promise of hot coffee and getting back into bed as soon as possible

After a quick bite to eat and the gathering of snacks so you don’t have to move again you both watch crappy tv and have it loud enough to drown out the sound of the rain

He doesn’t understand personal space and he is constantly touching you and your legs are intertwined

A rainy day is usually a bed day for you and Nixon, and you wouldn’t have it any other way

Frank Perconte

This man does not like the cold and he hates it more than anything

He calls his mother and asks her for the recipe for the soup he likes

He has sweater paws and fluffy socks at the ready for occasions like a rainy day where no matter what he does he can’t seem to get warm

Of course, he uses this as an excuse to whine to you about being cold and needing extra kisses

Not that you’re complaining of course

He always has the heat turned up and he is still freezing cold while you're sweating from the sauna that is your home

He always tries to make you laugh and somehow ends up hurting himself

He slides across the floor in his socks and he tries to impress you until he nearly falls, and he decides he better stop

Shifty Powers

It’s you who refuses to do anything on a rainy day, and you close all the curtains and try to pretend that it’s not teeming outside

Even when you have blocked out any sign of the sun and day light Shifty brightens up the room

Rainy days make him think of all the things he can do in the outdoors and he makes a mental note of them all as he lists them all off to you

You don’t know where he gets his energy from because at the first sign of rain he buzzes around the house where most people would slow down and try to relax

Shifty makes you promise to do something with him once it dries up and there is no way you can say no to this angel and his beautiful face

He’s always warm and never complains when your cold hands steal his body heat

He also lets you wear his hoodies because they’re warmer and comfier due to their bigger size

Eugene Roe

The porch on your house with Eugene has a couch swing and you both like to sit on it and watch the rain together

He uses it as an excuse to be close to you because he won’t vocally ask for attention or cuddles

He normally fiddles with your hands as he smokes, and he is the quiet type, so the silence is comfortable

When he does break the silence it’s to ask you if you’re alright and to whisper sweet nothings in French into your ear

Gene is a natural caregiver and he likes to know you’re warm enough and safe in his arms

But when your nose gets red and you start to shiver you better believe he has whisked you inside for hot chocolate

He carries you inside and places you down on the armchair like a delicate feather

And of course, you watch him fly around the kitchen doing his thing because he is so handsome and who wouldn’t want to watch him?

Skinny Sisk

This boy is always yawning no matter what and this increases when it rains

He goes about his business yawning more than usual and eventually he just crashes and needs a nap

When you go to place a blanket over him, he likes to pull you down on top of him, so he has his favourite napping buddy with him

Despite your protests that you have things to do you can’t help but give in because he’s so cute when he is sleepy

He makes sure your head is on his chest and his arms are around you

The sound of his heartbeat and the rain from outside is a nice calming combination and you can’t help but join him for a nap and before you know it you’ve fallen asleep

Ronald Speirs

Ron continues to do whatever he is doing and refused to be defeated by water falling from the sky

No matter how hard it is raining he will not admit he was stupid, and he should’ve gone inside when he had the chance because he is stubborn

It’s only when he is completely soaked and whatever he was doing isn’t working out the way he wanted will he give in and come inside

He complains about it for ages as if someone had flipped a switched on the clouds so they could ruin his day

Everywhere he walks in the house can be easily identified by the puddles on the floor

After he changes into dry clothes, he plops himself on top of you on the couch for cuddles

With arms wrapped around you he buries his head into the crook of your neck

And he loves when you run your hands through his wet hair

It’s normally enough to put him to sleep and the soft snores that come from his slightly opened mouth is the cutest thing ever

Floyd Talbert

Tab is always deep in thought when it rains because it's like his brain goes into overdrive

He sits outside in the porch while Trigger runs and rolls around in the dirt and he throws the occasional stick for Trigger to fetch

He pulls on his lip and he is completely spaced out so you leave him to his thoughts, and you know when he comes around, he will look for you when he is ready

When he comes inside you can feel his eyes on you from across the room and you know it’s only a matter of time before he starts acting up and asking you for kisses

He likes to flirt with you so he can distract you from whatever you’re doing

When you give him your undivided attention, he feels like he has won the best prize possible

You both wash the dirt from Triggers fur and although it's a mainly silent activity, Tab knows he has everything he will ever need in that bathroom

Joe Toye

If poor Joe gets caught in the rain, there is nothing stopping him from losing it

I’m channelling that ‘someone’s gonna die’ scene where someone left a surprise for him in his foxhole  

It sets his mood up for the rest of the day and he can’t help but be miserable

And he is just waiting for the moment he starts sniffling and coughing because he has gotten sick

Coming home his clothes are physically stuck to his skin and he slams every door on his way to the bedroom where he can get changed

When he is done, he can’t help but smile and feel a little bit better when you have coffee and his favourite hoodie ready for him

He lists everything that happened to him that day while you run your hands through his hair

Joe openly admits that his day is much better now that he has you beside him

Once he has calmed down enough and he can’t escape his position from under your legs you pull out the paint samples for the new bathroom

He hates that kind of thing and he has been avoiding it for as long as possible

But he loves the smile on your face once he helps you decide, and he reluctantly admits that it was worth the effort

David Webster

Web doesn’t like to be on his own when it rains

He doesn’t know why but he feels uneasy and he needs to have company

He is content with reading a book by himself once there is someone else in the room with him

So, you do your thing and he does his thing and if you need to move to a different room, he follows you

Every so often he breaks the silence by asking you to listen to part of the chapter he just read, and he asks your opinion

I feel like he writes your opinion in the little blank column of the page and he loves to reread books because they remind him of you and what you thought of them

David’s handwriting is all over the books in your home and they all have sticky post it notes hanging from them

You’ve often caught him staring off into the distance while he thinks in depth about the paragraph he has just read

Richard Winters

While most people might think of a rainy day as a write off Dick will use it to do the things, he has been avoiding or too busy to do, like writing letters

He is usually tucked away in his office and he doesn’t notice how bad it is outside and how much the clouds have overcast causing everything to go dark

He continues his focus on the task at hand until the lights go out

He drops everything that he is doing and goes walking around the house to find you because he doesn’t want you to be alone in the dark

You both go searching for all the candles you have in the house, so you have some form of light

As a couple you don’t spend much time apart but there are times your schedules are busy, and time together is rare

You talk about your week and you treat it as a small catch up

The fire is lit for heat and you both share a blanket on the floor

It’s occasions like rainy days that remind you both how much you love each other and how lucky you are to need nothing but Dick to be happy

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❝vivre amoureux❞

Authors note: From French “life in love” This is for the beautiful and amazing @liebegott as an exchange present

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Paris in 1942, the old cafe played soft jazz music. The once hot latte growing cold in the teacup she had clenched between her middle and pointer finger and thumb. The wind frequently making the pages of Kathleen Winsor’s “Forever Amber” move back and forth. Her eyes moving back and forth between the words like a tennis ball. Too busy to look up at her book, but she felt a set of eyes on her. 

“She’s been here for an hour and hasn’t looked up from that book. I want to blow this cash!” The redhead said, his friends agreeing with him. Y/N lifted the teacup up to her mouth, her red lips curling into a smile behind it.

“Malark, are we going to go or help Babe here find his future wife?”

“One glance and are you sure he’s fallen in love with her?”

“Look at the way he looks at her!”

The men, only being 5 of them, snuck glances at the tall woman sitting at the table near them. Trying to get their friend to talk to her, when they weren’t looking her, she snuck a glance. He was incredibly handsome she had to admit. His blue eyes complimenting his cheekbones and bringing every one of his facial features out. She smiled and shifted her weight in the chair. Enjoying hearing the men talk about her but never actually having enough balls to stand up and introduce themselves.

“Go talk to her” A light brown haired man said. He was the loud one, the one who was mocking someone the entire group knew about an hour prior. 

“What if she doesn’t want to talk to me, George?” The man referred to as Babe whispered to the light haired man she assumed was George.

Y/N ignored the conversation, turning her face into a more serious look. Trying not to smile at the man but instead focusing on the book. Louis Armstrong’s voice filled her ears, it wasn’t until out of the corner out of her eye, she saw the man stand up and his friends behind him whispering. It was humorous they looked like girls gossiping. “Do you think she has an accent?” one said, he was big and was smoking a pipe. He looked like the kind of guy who would give amazing hugs. “No, Bull, a woman who lives in France wouldn’t have an accent” a sarcastic voice said and she bit her lip to keep from laughing.

“Is this seat taken, ma’am?” the redheaded man said. His American, southern accent enticed her, there was something new and foreign about it. “No, not at all. You can sit here, sir”

And so he did, sitting straight in his chair, his hands on his laps. Very classy and polite “You’re very much of a gentleman”

He grinned “My mother taught me well” Her red lips grinned back at him, only stopping to bite into a croissant. “I must tell you something, I heard you speak to your friends. They’re quite funny”

He turned around to see that you were staring at his friends “Yeah, they’re..” he turned back around, pausing to look for a word to describe Easy “They’re not like anyone back home”

“Reminds me of the ladies who gossip at the beauty salon” That made the southern man laugh out loud. “And what is back home for you?”

He sighed but smiled, and took the macaroon she offered to him. The pink shell breaking and crumbling when he bit into it. He moaned at the taste, for any person who lived in France, it would be a normal thing to eat but for foreign men who spend almost every day fighting and dedicating their lives for their country, it was heaven.

“It was nice, didn’t realize how much I would miss my mom’s cooking or my sister yapping” He smiled at the memory of home

“Yapping?” your brows furrowed, unable to understand English slang or anything not completely necessary was a struggle.

“Talking” 

“Like we’re doing, I like talking with you”

His face brightned with that sentence “I’m Edward”

“Shall I call you babe?” a teasing smile sat on her face he smiled at her as if agreeing and liking the all too familiar nickname she would call him

“And what should I call you?”She leaned back to get her purse and scribble something on a piece of paper.

“You can call me Y/N, but I would prefer you call my number” she winked and stood up. The yellow dress that stopped at her knees, blowed in the wind. Her white heels with the gold buckles clicked over to him. Kissing his cheek and waving goodbye. She grabbed the book and the last chocolate macaroon and made her way to catch a bus home. Babe standing there in a daze, staring at her walking away gracefully and with dignity.

Before he snapped out of the daze when Luz and Muck came to his side to announce he deserved a drink at a bar for getting a lady like her.

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[liebegott]

Could you write a mini fic with Linda’s prompt ‘Babe Heffron + “Lets see what I can do” + freshly baked cookies’???? I saw this one and instantly thought of you

Baked Cookies. | Babe Heffron 

(accepting requests for both oneshots & my 200 followers celebration!)

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a/n: thanks so much for sending this in! this was so fun and made me all soft. 🥺

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“It’s not supposed to taste like armpits, Edward.”

Babe stared at you blankly, blinking a few times before placing the metal baking pan onto the kitchen counter. The two of you had been busy at work, making freshly baked cookies he wanted to bring to dinner at Bill’s house. Bill’s son absolutely loved cookies, and Babe wanted to, in his words, establish himself as their favourite uncle, a position he and Joe had been battling for since the boy was born. It was ridiculous, but every time the young boy would come running when they came over, Babe’s face lit up, you couldn’t possibly say no to him.

Except now, you wish you had. Four bags of flour and a dozen sticks of butter later, and you still hadn’t gotten good results. “Are you sure the oven isn’t too hot?” he asked you for what could’ve been the hundredth time that afternoon, “Maybe the butter’s too.. wet.”

“The butter is fine,” you grumbled, twisting the knob on the oven once more, trying to figure out what was wrong. He stood behind you with his eyebrows knotted together, the floral apron he donned making him look more ridiculous than it should’ve.

In his hand was another bitter cookie, and he brought it up to his mouth to take a bite, wincing right after. “You’re right, this tastes like your armpits.”

You gaped at him, slapping him lightly on the chest with one of the oven mitts. “You don’t have a clue what my armpits taste like!” Babe let out a loud laugh, his voice filling the small kitchen. Despite how frustrated you both were, and how close to dinner it was getting, you couldn’t help but laugh as well. 

After a couple of minutes laughing, tossing bitter cookies at each other, and sitting on the floor, flour all over your faces, Babe finally chose to give up. Finally. 

“I can’t believe Toye wins this round,” his cheeks puffed up when he pouted, crossing his arms across his chest, “I was so close to winning last dinner as well!” You giggled and poked his cheek, the sound of your laughter forcing a smile onto his face. 

“Where did we go wrong?” you sighed dramatically, placing a hand on your forehead in faux distress. 

Babe shrugged, picking up a cookie that was on the ground in front of you and bringing it up against the light to inspect it. “No clue. Followed the recipe to the T,” he mumbled, shutting one eye to aim and throwing the cookie against the wall, “The butter wasn’t too hard or too melted. We didn’t mix the flour too much. Ran out of sugar so I used baking soda. Did everything.”

Your face hardened, a breath trapped in your throat. “What did you say?”

“Did everything,” Babe repeated his last sentence, chewing onto a bitter cookie despite the disgust evident on his face.

Punching his arm gently, you shook him. “Baking soda?” you exclaimed, gently punching him again, the breath finally breaking free and escaping in laughs, “This whole time, we’ve been using baking soda?”

Babe nodded cluelessly, grabbing onto your hands to stop you from moving so much. Why, the clueless look on his face asked, making you laugh even more. “Baking soda is not a substitute for sugar, Edward. We have brown sugar.”

“They were both white—“

“Salt is also white,” you interrupted, the two of you now laughing so hard your stomachs’ hurt.

He wiped a tear that had formed in his eye, struggling to stand from how hard you both had laughed. Helping you up, he opened the cupboard and took out the brown sugar, and incredulous look on his face. 

Babe grinned at you, once more picking up a bag of flour. “Let’s see what I can do.”

He was definitely the winner that night.

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[holdingforgeneralhugs]

Can you do a HC of Babe trying to ask someone out at the bar, and all his buddies are gassing him up to get the courage to do so, and he makes a bit of a fool of himself, but it's cute and everyone loves him and it's fluffy - oh my god I love Babe

Omg this is such a good request I love it ahahaaa I'm so excited about this because I love Disaster!Babe with all my heart 😂💕

He's bricking it. Like he keeps mumbling to himself and saying "Nah, I can't do it."

Bill smacks him on the back of the head and tells him he's an idiot.

Toye buys him a whiskey and makes him down it for Dutch courage.

"C'mon Babe," says Luz, clapping him on the shoulder, "you got this, Y/N won't be able to resist."

Babe nods to himself and takes a few deep breaths before he stands up and steels himself.

The boys grin amongst themselves as Babe walks over to you with determination.

Once he actually gets over to you he just kinda stands there and stares.

Oh, and he's absolutely sweating bullets.

He looks back at the boys who are giving him the thumbs up and nodding at him. So he takes another deep breath and approaches you.

"How you doin'?" He asks, in the most uncasual-casual voice.

"Hey Babe, everything alright?" You ask, looking up at him with those pretty eyes and his heart starts thudding.

"I uh....I was just gonna....I mean I...." He stutters, and the more he stutters the redder his face gets.

"Babe," you chuckle, "whatever it is just spit it out already before your head explodes."

"Well I...I just..." He starts again, his face getting impossibly redder, "I-just-wondered-if-maybe-you-would-like-to-get-dinner-with-me-sometime?"

You stared at him for a moment, trying to decipher what it was that he'd said because it came out in a jumble. Once you figured it out though you beamed at him

"Hell Babe, I thought you'd never ask."

Babe's eyes widened in surprise and he huffed out a relieved laugh.

Behind him the boys were cheering and giving him thumbs up, and he covered his face in embarrassment.

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[problematicfavesareproblematic]

Band of Brothers-

Cute/charming things they say when they walk into a room and see you/you walk into a room and they see you:

Babe: 

“oh SHIIIIIT! There’s my BABY! Do you see her, fellas? GodDAMN, I’m a lucky sonofabitch!” 

(you blush so hard and are just like Babe, we’re at work stahp it but he dgaf).

It’s embarrassing and always makes Martin glare so imploringly at you that you’ll go over to Babe just to make him be quiet. Because, you know, YOU’RE AT WORK. 

This bitch is shameless when it comes to loving on you, having once come to stand next to you when Sink was giving an important announcement and straight-up PINCHED. YOUR. ASS. 

how you didn’t yelp is a miracle, and how no one else seemed to notice was equally astounding 

(oh, the boys noticed. They kinda shipped it tho, so it was more a matter of hiding their joy). 

Needless to say, it only happened the once, something you made Babe swear after you pulled him aside and punched him in the arm. 

Don’t worry, you kissed it better.

Roe: 

bb boy doesn’t say anything at first, 

the smile he saves just for you is playing at his lips as you walk up to meet him, tho.

The moment you’re close enough that he can smell the  sweet mint of your gum, he’ll whisper something sweet like “hey you” or “mon amor”, or maybe just your name 

(bc let’s be honest, his accent is 10 out of 10 and he could read me the dictionary and I’d still rock an ugly giggle/snort combo). 

If it’s a more serious situation, like if you’re hurt oh lordy

he will literally shout your name until either you shout back or someone tells him where you are. 

I could see him being a face holder, in the sense that he does it to reassure himself that you’re okay and make sure he has your undivided attention. 

Since getting injured in Carentan, you hadn’t been as close to the frontlines as you had been, so when you were needed you are REALLY NEEDED, 

and even if he didn’t like it Gene knew you were the best at what you did. 

Gene also feels better if he knows where you are.

 Even when you eventually return to Easy, he will feel better knowing which Foxhole you’re in, and knowing he’s seen to it your first aid kit was fully stocked.

Liebgott: 

THAT FUCKER’S SMIRKING AT YOU SO OPENLY that whoever he had been talking to instantly goes 

*sigh* y/n’s just came in, didn’t she? 

And he won’t even ANSWER because he’s already shoving past them to walk up and eye you with obvious satisfaction. 

“Bout time you showed up,” he’d say casually, hands finding your hips giving them a quick squeeze. 

“Sooner we get briefed, sooner we can get outta here.” 

(You’re not fully sure what ‘getting outta here’ entails, but if the way he looked at you was any indication, you had a feeling it didn’t involve anything less than PG-13 sexy times.)

Bull: 

“Hey, little lady.”

He’ll say it no matter how tall or short you are, how wide or how narrow.

He will always say it to you that when you first see each other in the morning 

(sometimes, you wake up to Hey, little lady being kissed into the soft skin behind your ear.) 

(Once while on a 48 hour pass, he’d woken you up that way in a REAL bed and the two of you had nearly gotten him sent up Curahee for being late coming back because you’d ended up spending more time in that bed than either of you anticipated Whoops)

(Even if he had been late, he definitely wouldnt have minded, tbh. He fully considered going AWOL if it mean neither of you had to leave the bed)

but throughout the day he’s more concerned about getting his hands on some part of you whenever the two of you had been apart- 

even if it was for like five minutes. 

Nothing over the top- holding his arm up and out so you can step into his side, a press of his lips to your temple. 

Idk guys i just feel like he’d just love you so much that everyone would be able to see, which they do and they all think it’s fucking cute

Buck: 

He doesn’t always call out when he sees you, mostly because your eyes always seem to find his. 

The two of you could be across a field from one another with a thousand angry Germans between you, guns blazing, and the two of you would always spot each other like two honing beacons. 

If its downtime and you guys don’t have to be on your guard he’ll ABSOLUTELY wolf whistle in at you, 

You’ll see a stupid grin lighting up his face as he nods in your direction. 

“Take a look, boys. I think we’ve got ourselves a…” 

and he always waits until you’re close enough that he can wrap a quick arm around your waist and pat your hip. 

“Certified babe-asaurus!” 

(in a foxhole somewhere, a wild Babe’s head pokes up in confusion). 

You groan and boo him, and whoever he was with inevitably ends up booing him too.

But he doesn’t care because seeing you smile makes him so happy you guys.

Lipton: 

If you’re in public, he will quietly step up beside you and place his hand gently between your shoulder blades.

He’s not super into PDA, which you didn’t mind because what he didn’t show in physical touch he more than made up for in open admiration. 

He is in awe of you 

sometimes he worries you forget how highly he thinks of you, how highly everybody thinks of you 

(you don’t forget, but he’s just one of those people who will get intrusive thoughts like that and sometimes has a hard time shaking them so plz just let him say it ok?)

so he always whispers some praise with his greeting 

(Hey, beautiful...Doin’ okay, love?...What’re you thinking, brilliant girl?). 

It’d probably seem like overkill if anyone else did it but Carwood is just so goddamn sincere that you can’t help but duck a quick kiss to his shoulder. 

HOWEVER! 

If you two kids are alone….

OH BOI. 

He is handsy, coming up and caging you with his arms, 

probably pulling you close quickly so you lose your balance and he can hold you a lil bit.

(He likes to sweep you off your feet im so sorry)

 That’s when his praises are hushed and sighed between long slow kisses. 

Nixon: 

Like Liebgott, he’s a snarky motherfucker who will get the most self-satisfied grin on his face the moment he sees you, instantly turning on the famous Lewis Nixon charm ( something he’d long since decided belonged to you and you alone.)

“Uh oh,” he’d say, looking you up and down before raising an eyebrow.

(bc your hot but also he doesn’t want to get all flirty if you’re hurt or sick or something’s up bc ur not just something to flirt with- YOU ARE A BADASS WITH BADASS RESPONSIBILITIES AND THAT WAS SOMETHING HE very often and sometimes FOUND SO HOT THAT IT MADE HIM THINK HE MAY HAVE AN AUTHORITY FETISH this has been a PSA) 

“Here comes trouble.”

you roll your eyes, the behavior you once found cocky and arrogant having becoming endearing somewhere between Toccoa and England. 

He has absolutely no qualms about PDA (verbal or physical), so it’s up to you to reign him in 

(especially if he’s a lil tipsy, poor Luz didn’t need to hear Lewis’s sloppy and shameless plea for you to let him eat you out on top of piano he’d found in the attic of the billet he’d been assigned. You weren’t able to look at George for a week without wanting to die of embarrassment and Lewis Nixon didn’t get any for two weeks. He was sure to never make such a mistake ever again) 

And Dick had probably grown blind to how Lewis liked to pull you his lap and run his hands up and down your thighs while you played with his hair. 

Also, like Lipton, he probably saves the more explicit acts of PDA for when the company has scheduled downtime 

(but only bc you told him he needed to keep it in his pants any other time he tried to get cute with you)

but you can bet your ass his hand will always try to tap it (your ass, that is.)at least once

a day when he isn’t supposed to.

That’s when you get to punish him whoopsies

Dick: 

since the day you were introduced to Dick in Georgia, the boy always made sure to stand when you entered a room and will call you “ma’am”,

(you know, LIKE HE DOES ONLY BECAUSE HE HAS TO FOR SOBEL BC RANKS. I feel like he has a “we salute the woman, not the rank” speech queued up for anyone who tried to give him shit for it BUT THAT’s JUST ME)

but he has a knowing look in his eye that makes the term ‘ma’am’ feel anything but impersonal.

It confused the shit out of replacements, who would automatically stand because their superior officer (that would be Big Dick Winters) did- only to see you standing there in your fatigues with a coffee in each hand with a look of mutual confusion on your face. 

(bc while they like you, but they’re confused still bc while you’re a boss ass bitch,  you didn’t outrank him...or at least they theink you dont?) 

Babe had been the one to ask you about the longing looks and lingering glances, and when you didn’t know how to answer him you’d gone to Nixon, 

He’d burst into tearful laughter and was unable to get it together enough to explain anything.

Dick had been the one to bring it up the next time they were alone, weirdly enough, as she proofread his report for errors that didn’t exist. 

Because you warrant it, he’d said when pressed for a reason why he greeted her like a ranking officer, looking down at his boots as they both blushed like teenagers at a school dance. 

After that, he still stood wherever you walked in

but now he made a point to brush his fingers against yours at some point during the time you were together. 

He’s the definition of a slow burn friends-to-lovers story, and boi can get spicy LEMME TELL YOU.

(this is my first writing thing ever plz let a sister know if there are any glaring typos. Also i’m roughly 97 years late to fandom but I brought y’all some starbucks so plz let me in thank you)

#band of brothers imagine #band of brothers x reader #babe heffron x reader #eugene roe x reader #joe liebgott x reader #bull randleman x reader #carwood lipton x reader #lewis nixon x reader #dick winters x reader #hbo war x reader #it's vv bad but I'll just add it to the pile of already burning garbage pile that is my bibliography #buck compton x reader

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Headcanons for your favorite cinnamon roll Babe Heffron please 💖💖

Yo! Thanks!

(Based off of Robin Laing’s portrayal in the series)

Let’s see (x reader based):

• One of the politest boys around

• Will always smile at you and greet you cheerfully, especially if you seem down

• Is super shy around you (because he likes you)

• You grow to like him and poor boy almost passes out when you confess to him

• Bill totally makes fun of Babe for his crush on you

• Is literally so caring as well

• And sensitive

• Give the boy a hug, ok?

• Just the best boy, alright?

• Literally deserves the world

• And you’d give it to him if you could

Lol

Churned that out rather hastily

Don’t know if I like it too much either

But I realized…what was I gonna do…wait and wait and wait until I developed a headcanon for him to post?

Nah, I’m too impatient for that

And I don’t fancy making people wait too long

We free styling it and winging it over here, babes!

#babe heffron #babe heffron x reader #band of brothers headcanons #babe heffron headcanons