#Babe Heffron x reader

[speirslore]

band of brothers: types of kisses hc

(a/n: sorry this is so long… i tried to include a lot of easy company... but if your fav isn't here, please just send an ask and i'll add them!)

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[dick winters]

cautious kisses

dick does not like pda only because he's extremely private and wants your relationship to be for the two of you only... no matter how nosy nix is

but there still are occasional kisses to your cheek when he’s more relaxed in front of other officers

he's tender and careful too; dick is always cupping your face, a thumb brushing across your cheek or brushing hair away from your face

dick is always very gentle and a little unsure at times

especially at the beginning of your relationship, he feels incredibly inexperienced, or at the very least, out of practice

he’s very okay with you taking the lead when kissing because he doesn't want to do anything wrong

dick is tentative and private but very into it... it's a good thing he has an insane amount self discipline because otherwise he would be kissing you 24/7

[lewis nixon]

speaking of self discipline… lew does have it but he also chooses to ignore it most of the time, if he wants to kiss you then he's going to kiss you

so many morning kisses

honestly just anytime in bed because lew plays fast and loose with 'morning' and sleep cycles

absolutely never wants to get up, has to be coaxed with a lot of kisses and cuddling, it is a huge ordeal

he always kisses with some degree of mess, a little uncontrolled, perhaps a little desperate

a lot of sudden kisses too like you think you're safe and then boom he’s all of the sudden in the room, pulling you towards him

will take advantage of any opportunity no matter how small... does he have any shame? (no, not really)

lew does shockingly get a little shy sometimes about pda though

“i don’t want to rub it in their faces…" he'll insist, "y'know... what they don’t have”

sureeee... the blush on his cheeks says otherwise though

[carwood lipton]

carwood's speciality is definitely comforting kisses

lip is always paying attention to you and what you need and how you feel and that extends to physical affection

always wants you to feel okay, better than okay, great

and if a kiss can make you feel better then he’s more than willing to oblige

affection between the two of you is every casual and common, always kissing, holding hands, some sort of physical touch

constantly smiling in between kisses

he’s just that happy and loves you so much

but the comforting kisses & affection goes both ways

kissing the stress and worry away from his face and tracing his scar with your thumb before kissing it gently, your noses almost touching after you pull away to catch your breath, the two of you wearing twin smiles

and whenever you say goodbye or reunite, you both try not to make a scene, but it's always a little bit of a scene tbh... like having to be without carwood's kisses for a week is basically criminal

all the other men think it's extremely cute though, don't worry

[ron speirs]

stolen kisses (haha)

even his kisses are stolen!

he will always come out of nowhere and will always find time for a smooch

every time you think surely ron isn't in this area, he's supposed to be somewhere else, he's not in this building... you are proven wrong

is incredibly good at carving out time to see you... and finding private places for the two of you

like he's definitely scoped a few places out before he goes to find you

one time you were in his office kissing and someone knocked on the door and he huffs and pouts because he has to break away from you, even if it's only for a second- he's not happy about it

ron barks out, “not now," before returning to you will a warm, soft smile

heavy on kisses instead of words

ron is very physical...whenever you finally pull away from a kiss... you can always see things/emotions in his eyes that you know he's not ready to say yet and finds difficult to articulate

[don malarkey]

soooo many shy kisses

okay yes, don is kind of unhinged (stealing a motorcycle, drinking methanol, etc) but not with relationships... like flirting?? kissing??

he's still incredibly enthusiastic about your relationship... very much so

but he gets really shy around you, especially with kissing

turns beet red so easily, like you love kissing him and pulling away to see him blushing all the way up to the tips of his ears <3

it's just so fun and he's having a great time... and don cannot hide his emotions or what he’s thinking so whatever he's thinking always comes out when you're kissing

"god, you're beautiful. you should bring this dress to paris when we go next weekend. oh- y'know what, skip still owes me that $40 i lent him. i really need that for next week's pass so-"

"don," you interrupt gently, brushing a hand across his jaw

he'll blush and smile sheepishly, "right, i'm shutting up, back to kissing..."

he's shy yet so excited and wants to do everything right, willing to learn and wants to learn, and just wants his inner emotions and love for you translate with physical affection

and it definitely does! don is extremely endearing and you love him for it

[joe toye]

joe's kisses are always very intense

his eye contact, his touch, his raspy voice… everything is intense in the best way possible

his hands already feel like fire, so warm against your own skin

he loves just laying next to you in bed, just observing you and taking it all in

his passion definitely goes along with the intensity

he's also extremely private about affection with you, just because it means so much to him

tends to get vulnerable and emotional very easily

and really likes pillow talk and just listening to your voice, your stories, and your perspective

he likes your reassurance too, your love, he's never felt anything like this before

so whenever he can manage to have free time alone with you, he's always savoring it

joe could kiss you for hours, he truly loves taking it all in, going slow, and savoring the time you have together

[george luz]

late night kisses are a staple for the two of you

george gets so excited being with you he doesn't want to sleep

the biggest sleepover vibes

like you both very seriously decide to go to bed but then george says something funny or does his dike impression and then you both start laughing and talking again

and kissing again, sometimes the impressions are so good you have to reward him

you guys have a lot of late nights because of this

also do kisses for warmth and sharing body heat count?

huddling in a foxhole together, in the thick of it together, like yes they don't have much food, supplies, or ammo but george is not going to let them take kisses away from him too

oh my god, laughing in between kisses

sometimes he really can’t take himself that seriously

george is like don and gets very excited

he just feels so lucky to have you and has to kiss you accordingly

kissing you and just being with you can make him a little emotional… a happy little high

cigarettes have nothing on you and your kisses!

[babe heffron]

babe is kind of like a baby deer, he's a little clumsy and sometimes unsure but he's definitely got the spirit

he is confident but he does tend to second guess himself when it comes to you, he just doesn't want to mess anything up.

like what if he uses too much tongue or he headbutts you on accident... he's just overthinking it

and sometimes you just have to grab his arm and pull him toward you and kiss him yourself

when you're alone, babe lovesss laying on your chest letting you run your fingers through his hair and kissing his forehead... but don't tell anyone

jk he doesn't care if anyone knows (and they absolutely do know)

and the guys can't even tease him that hard about it, that's much everyone loves babe... they're just happy for him tbh

babe definitely gets a little needy sometimes like where’s his daily kiss allotment :(

and he can get clingy... will 100% wrap his arms around, you pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder just because he hasn't seen you that much today

[eugene roe]

tired kisses are a doc roe staple

poor eugene, he's exhausted and jaded... a lot of the time… and the rest of the company gives the two of you space as often as they can because they know how much your presence helps him

tired kisses as in he is putting in effort but his lips don't move as fast or as needy

he's more languid and calm, and it's very enticing

forehead kisses too omg

he lovesss when you kiss his forehead; pull him against your body, your chest, your arms and he feels safe and secure

he likes kissing the top of your head too, his nose in the crown of your hair while murmuring something in french

you catch various words in french that after spending so much time with gene you can understand now

like mon ange, mon amour, ma moitié (my better half? sobbing)

your presence is so grounding for him and makes him feel more normal, like he's not constantly surrounded by death and pain

you make him feel like he doesn't have to be constantly on edge, like he can take his helmet off and not be on alert, like he hasn't totally lost himself in his job... your kisses are so grounding for him

[buck compton]

a lot of reassuring kisses

like sometimes he just has to kiss the worry off of your face

and vice versa, towards the end of the war it's not even just kisses but your presence and touch alone become extremely reassuring for him

but also... buck can be so cocky sometimes, he loves showing you off

you secretly (not so secretly) love it... like sorry it's hot

like once when the two of you were at a pub in england... he's gambling, he's drinking, he's smoking, and ofc he's kissing you!

what else is he supposed to do when he wins at darts or cards... come on

the guys hype him up and just hide their jealousy because you and buck very often seem like relationship goals

he's always touching you, like usually has a firm grip around your waist

always laughing together, everything you do together automatically seems so intimate

like in a room with the other guys... they do feel like they're intruding

just because you and buck are in the corner laughing and talking together, the love and intimacy feels like it takes over the entire room

it's just so passionate and obvious he's head over heels and that definitely comes across in his kisses

[joe liebgott]

joe's kisses strike me as tender but demanding and needy at the same time

he's a taker.... but also a giver so it evens out

some very, very eager kisses

like pushing you up against a wall, hand sliding up your thigh and mouth working down your neck...

joe is a great multitasker!

accidentally bites your lip once, it wasn't that hard or anything but he went bright red and was apologizing profusely, but also was like, "did you like it though..."

(you did but...)

bottom line is joe's just a tiny bit feral around you at all times honestly

you never know when he’s going to pull you into his lap and kiss you and you both loveeee when you sit on his lap

the men are very used to it by now

he also likes living on the edge, like who cares if the patrol's supposed to be back any minute now and could walk in at any time?

messy kisses like his mouth is just everywhere basically, he wastes absolutely no time

he is so noisy: whines, groans, moans, laughs, you get everything with joe

also loves when you tug and pull on his hair while kissing, he specifically requests it

but joe can also get incredibly soft and sweet and tender but that's strictly for your eyes only... he has a reputation to uphold ofc

he totally blows you kisses whenever one of you leaves the room... it starts ironically but now he really does enjoy doing it

[david webster]

oh david is just so romantic

like definitely over the top romantic... it's so serious to him

he's read enough (a lot) romance novels and craves that book and movie worthy relationship and love

his life IS a victorian romance novel and he will act accordingly

everyone else thinks it's incredibly cheesy but you think it’s really cute

it means so much passion whenever he's talking about you, talking to you, kissing you, etc

he's always trying to think of the right words to say and you’re like “david, just kiss me please”

ofc he obliges and he is very good at it

his touch is just always so tender, you can feel the passion and love through his kisses

he's a little hesitant sometimes, starts off slow but it's extremely easy to get him worked up and make him lose some of that self control that he works so hard to maintain and portray

[floyd talbert]

confident kisses

yeah... yeah, what more is there to say

floyd just has a way (from a lot of practice) with his mouth

he's also very attentive and is always surveying how you're reacting and feeling, always wants to make you feel good and lovesss watching your reactions

he loves when you make noises of surprise or pleasure, he always ends up grinning into your kiss, he just thinks it's sooo cute

however i do think the more serious your relationship gets and the more feelings that are attached, the more likely he gets nervous... just a little bit

but that's more with relationship things

the kissing he has down pat for sure

takes the lead, cups your cheek, always knows what to do with his hands and the perfect the angle to tilt his head

will sometimes stop super close to your lips and just grin, teasing kisses

floyd loves having all of your attention to himself, when you loop your arms around his neck, when your lips are on his face, when you're talking quietly only for him to hear, when you're the only one that actually calls him floyd, ugh he just melts

[shifty powers]

shifty is the absolute king of gentle kisses

like so so shy

especially at the beginning of your relationship, you definitely have to kiss him first and initiate everything

he's so scared of reading the moment wrong and messing everything up

which you always reassure him that he won't

he has literally the entire company hyping him up, they've been waiting for y'all to get together for basically years now

but once he's more comfortable, he's always wrapping his arms around you, smiling, and kissing you freely

he struggles to articulate all love and emotions he's feeling but you still love listening to him talk about it

he just blurts out "i love you so much" one day after kissing, when you're laying in bed in austria

and he immediately looks terrified, not that he regrets what he said because he most certainly means it, but he doesn't know what you're going to say

but it's only a few seconds before you grin and throw your arms around him, "i love you too," you mutter before kissing him, a little more intense, and with a little more fervor than your usual kisses

[bill guarnere]

his nick name of wild bill definitely applies to his kissing style

absolutely wild

sometimes borderline unhinged

especially if he's been drinking or partying

but also... if it's the two of you alone, having a mellow morning or night, bill does get soft

the other guys aren't even surprised by that, they know he has a soft and gentle side to him, they can see it whenever you're with him

bill is sporting a basically permanent smile while watching you

trying to burn the visual of you into his brain so he can keep it forever

his kisses are encapsulating and very distracting

he hates seeing you upset or stressed and he uses kisses and physical affection to help

loves holding you and being the big spoon

and you love it too

it's soooo comforting

and it's never easy to not be constantly reminded that you're in the middle of a war, about to jump into france, etc, but with him, his firm arms around you, it's a little easier to forget

[chuck grant]

chuck strikes me as very confident, kind of like tab

he just wants to appreciate you!

and shower you with love

he will never run out of ways and words to compliment you

he's been admiring you from afar for sooo long, now that your in his arms it feels incredibly surreal

his kisses are always firm and secure

and chuck really likes when you take the lead and take what you want from him

being away from you always stirs something extremely confident and desperate in him

really enjoys holding your hand

always having physical contact with you, that's a necessity

ooo... he loves having a hand on your thigh

especially if he can sneak it under the table during dinner or a meeting

just his hand sliding up and down, gripping and then releasing, and then looking at his innocent yet knowing smile...

that definitely leads to some intense kisses, your hands running through his hair, hand cupping his jawline, you leading the show

he lovesss getting a reaction from you

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[bellewintersroe]

Would you please write a headcanon for Malarkey, Babe, Chuck, Shifty, Liebgott, Winters (and anyone else you'd like to do) about them seeing you dressed "like a girl" for the first time. I mean all pin up looking and everything (tastefully of course though). Maybe you had to wear army fatigues just like the rest of the guys (and of course no makeup or ability to do your hair or wash everyday) and that's the only way they've really ever seen you. But you finally get the chance to really dress up for once (you're a girly girl). I'd love to know what you see their reactions being.

Oooooo being a girly girl myself I LOVE this concept!! Easy Boys x Reader - how they react to you dressed up.

Don Malarkey:

Normally Don would just muck around with you, he’d think you’re beautiful either way but he feels comfortable with you to joke around like he would similar to how he is with the guys.

so when you walk into that pub one day all dressed up like one of those pin up girls he’d seen in the magazines? Good lord-

Eyes pop out of his head fr.

double takes- cos he’s so mf stunned like- it ignites something deep inside of his body and every single inch of his body is on fire.

I feel like he’d sorta look at you differently when you’re having a conversation, like he’d be smiling and blushing- I think he’d be stammering, maybe he couldn’t hold eye contact as often?

like he’d suddenly stop throwing jokes in your direction and actually engages in a more quieter and normal? Conversation. Like you’d probably be so confused until one of your friends tells you why you’re so nervous.

unlike the other guys, I don’t think he’d make a move, not that night anyway. He’d probably be too nervous. I think after that he’d be a little more nervous around you, maybe he’d be fearful some other guy has swooped you up before he could??? Babe Heffron:

I feel like Babes reaction would depend on if he’s had a few to drink or not. But let’s say he’s sober?? We’ll set the scene in Austria, you finally have access to pretty clothes and makeup again- which you missed so dearly throughout the war.

slowly you’re doing yourself up again, getting used to being around the men all dressed up- I think it would be super nerve wracking.

Ofc all the men notice cos their jaws are on the floor, but Babe’s mind is lost. He knows that he feels the strongest out of all of these guys, you took such good care of him in Bastogne and his soft spot for you becomes well- a big fat crush that he can no longer hide.

He takes some hyping up from Ramirez and whoever else before he scurries up besides you, walking as smoothly at he can, looking all handsome in his uniform.

“Hey y/n.”

“oh hey, Babe!”

“you look real pretty y’know.”

then it would be your turn to be a blushing mess, he’s grinning towards you with a sparkle in his eyes, and although he’s nervous the genuine desire and longing for you is obvious.

“Thank you, Babe! You look real good in your uniform too.” He doesn’t expect you to throw a compliment back so for a second he’s turned away from you with a shit eating grin on his face.

“Yeah well, ya’ hair looks real nice too.” The boys deffo told him to compliment your hair and your eyes- and that’s what script he sticks to at first before growing enough confidence to genuinely compliment everywhere else on your face (and body??)

Ur bum looks real good in the dress you were, and if Babe thought you were beautiful in your army fatigues, oh my goddddddd-

Babes just a sucker, he often looks stunned and in awe of you- because that’s what he would be, real complimentary to the point you have no option but to just kiss him.

plus at the end of the night when you two have spent some time together, he loves to twist his finger through the loosened curls in your hair.

Chuck Grant:

Probs one of the men that giggles and woops at you when you walk into the small pub the troops have taken over in Holland.

ofc it’s all fun and games they’re ur friends and by no means are objectifying you.

but anyway Chuck is all amused at first, but his smile slowly fades when he feels the fluttering of his heart and stomach and oh fuck- he’s in love with you.

he knew it before, but now seeing the way all these men are looking at you in your pretty dress with your hair and makeup all done- noooo, he has to make you his there and then.

“Later, suckers.” He’d take a last swig of his drink before carrying it in his hand, sliding away from the table and approaching you. At first he’s oozing with confidence, hyped up from his cheering friends, but when he actually gets close and sees your red painted lips smiling up to him he’s a gonner.

“Uh hey… can I sit?” He awkwardly spokes, it’s a little funny but you’d find him so cute and ofc he’s fucking handsome asf so you oblige.

Accidentally stares in awe when you’re topping your lipstick up.

“You want some?” You’d tease and his lips would pull into a charming smile. “Yeah, but not from the stick.”

oooo the flirtation would be on the second he gets a little buzzed from the alcohol, you’re clearly flirting back and not to sound rude because it’s obviously consensual- but Grant can’t keep his hands to himself.

seriously he’s never seen your body so…. Tight? Like your outfit is still modest but hugging you in all the right places, if you move onto his lap at some point in the night he’ll probs get a boner.

deffo goes back to his bed that night with a smirk and red lipstick stains everywhere.

Shifty Powers:

Ugh shifty, shifty, shifty, where do I start?

yeah he’s super respectful and sweet, we all know that, but he deffo has a smart side to him. Let me explain.

when you walk into that ‘pub’ in Austria, all dolled up, he’s smirking and hiding behind his cup, eyes roaming a little too far down your body than he intends to.

he’s love struck, like he already knew you were the most beautiful thing on this planet, but now you’re a god damn Angel.

but when you’d come to sit with him out of all the other guys, again, he’d be smirking behind his pint glass.

“Y’know you look real beautiful, Y/n.” He’d give you the most genuine and kind compliment you’ve received all night, he’d hook his arm around yours to walk you somewhere, ugh he’d probably come across really calm??

I do think Shifty would be sweatinggggg, like boy he’s nervous on the inside, and when you clasp your hand with his he’s gulping.

not to sound crude, but he probably hasn’t seen a woman in a while, not one as amazing as you- so he gets a little hot and bothered when your hand runs over his shoulder.

he’s not one to be too forward, I think he’d be more traditional so he wouldn’t necessarily make a move on you- but he’d tell you how he feels there and then.

being honest he wants you soooooo bad, he feels the ache in his chest even just glancing at you. Plus, Shifty can tell you’re glowing both inside and out, he’d probably pick up on that and make you swoon like you’ve never before.

Joe Liebgott

Listen Joe has been knowing ur attractive for a realllllll long time. Like im talking since Toccoa and all.

But nothing comes of it so he treats you like his little sister, like similar to Malarkey he’d joke around with you, ruffle your hair- he likes that you’re not afraid to get dirty and have a little fun.

like he’d probably rugby tackle you (gently?) because he knows you’re so just down to earth and cool.

so he hold off all the compliments or what not and his flirtation is more through playfulness?? Like you just have a bond and he fucking loves ya- he tells you all the time, but all of a sudden you walk in looking like a fucking pin up model and he gasp- loves you in a way that isn’t so… platonic?

uhhhh Joe’s shifting in his seat, eyes fixated and mouth slightly hung open. Has to tense his jaw and blink away just so nobody see’s him looking like a creep.

doesn’t know how to act around you?? Like he’s acting all nervous and awkward because you’re so fucking beautiful and done up and god, all the men want you in there.

tries to be mean as a form of flirting, but that doesn’t work- it goes badly wrong so he ends up chasing you out of the pub, grabbing at your waist.

“Hey, y/n, slow down. I didn’t mean it like that!” “Then how did you mean it, Joe?! You think I look tacky!” “No I don’t! I really don’t!” He kinda laughs again and you attempt to shrug him off but uhhh he get carried away and the feelings just fall out his mouth. “Truthfully-” “shut up, Joe.” “No, truthfully, I think ya look gorgeous. Like shit doll, I think I’ve fallen in love with ya.”

The admission is only followed by more and more and he blurts out how nervous you made him feel- his ability to express emotion all these years later surprises you and you’d just kiss him so quickly he almost stumbles off his feet.

tells you you should dress up more often like that for him.

Dick Winters:

Ummmmmm probably already with you?? Winters has seen you all dressed up before but after a particular long time of seeing you struggling, he’s in awe to see you looking so radiant and happy.

watches from afar with the most loved up feeling ever, he’s extremely secure in your relationship, yet still oogles in utter awe from you.

has to put up with the other men (they don’t know about your relationship) staring and gawking, he legit has to close Babe’s mouth for him??

but seriously, he just smirks when he sees you laughing at the men’s advances on you cos he knows he’ll be the one in bed with you that night.

and you are ugh- he’s so amazing and can’t get over how perfect you looks, he even asks you to leave the dress on when you’re doing the deed 🙈🙈.

“I’m so glad I’ve got you all to myself.” He’d mutter whilst you’re wrapped up in his arms, hair and makeup slightly frazzled. “Me too, I couldn’t cope for a minute longer not speaking to you out there.” “And all of them gawking at you… I mean who can blame them, you look absolutely beautiful.” Lewis Nixon:

Ummm what the fuck? He’s amazed? Jaw is dropped and he has to put his glass to one side whilst Dick pushes his jaw closed for him.

“is that Y/n?” He’d squint, “as in our Y/n?”

wastes no time in getting to know you and sit besides you, it’s not like you two haven’t talked before, but you’ve never really been close or had the chance to be. Now, the war in Europe is over and Lew is divorced, it opens new opportunities- hence why he comes and speaks to you.

a little Dutch courage never did no harm, and in Lewis’ case it began a beautiful relationship. But holy fuck- he’s in complete shock at how beautiful you are, your hairs pinned up to perfection, your makeup is highlighting every feature of your face so perfectly.

you should best believe that your lipstick will be smudged over his thumb and lips later that evening, cos Lewis isn’t one to waste any time…

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[softguarnere]

hihi!!! i love your writing- i have been binging all your works over the past few days and can't wait to start on your oc fic :D

in the meantime, can i request a babe heffron hurt/comfort one-shot that ends with the reader and him falling asleep on each other's shoulders? thank you!

Inhale, Exhale

Babe Heffron x reader

A/N: Hi Anon! Awe, thanks so much 💕 I'm so glad you've enjoyed them, and I hope you'll enjoy lagalm as well! (And who knows? Maybe you can stick around for the Nixon x OFC fic that I'm about to start posting as well 🤭) Thank you so much for the request, and I hope you enjoy this! As always, this is written for the fictional depictions from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans! Warnings: mentions of war

Being inside again after so much time spent freezing in foxholes is a dramatic change of pace. The wooden pew of the church isn’t exactly a comfortable place to rest, but at least there’s a roof over your head, walls around you, candlelight, and more importantly, warmth.

Still, the old wood of the pew squeaks as you readjust your position on it, over and over again. You wince every time you hear the sound. Is it as loud to everyone else as it is to you? The chatter of men talking to each other in low voices is slowly starting to die down as more and more men turn their tired eyes to the group of women at the front of the church, letting their harmonies wash over them. Here and there, you can spot a few men leaning their heads on their hands, their eyelids drooping as sleep creeps in.

You un-wad the jacket you had been trying to use for a pillow and put it back on. If you can’t sleep on it, then it can at least keep you warm. Just because you can’t sleep doesn’t mean that everyone else has to stay up. You settle in, trying to find a position that’s comfortable and doesn’t make the creaking pew sing louder than the lullaby coming from the front of the church.

“Well, this doesn’t look comfortable at all.” The pew creaks as Babe plops down beside you. He surveys your position with furrowed brows. “You really gonna sleep like that, (Y/N)?”

Grunting, you push yourself back up so that you’re sitting. With new space available, Babe slides closer to you. “No. I don’t think I’ll sleep at all. I just didn’t want to bother anyone.”

“Only person you’re going to bother is yourself. Break your damn neck laying like that.”

“Not much else I can do,” you mutter. At least here you can stretch your legs. You didn’t get that luxury in Bastogne, all scrunched up in a foxhole almost every second of every day.

All around you, more and more men are dropping off. Only a few people are left sitting up, as most of them have leaned over, making beds out of the pews, or falling asleep slumped forward. Babe’s eyes rove over the scene, then flick to you.

“Aren’t you going to try to sleep?” he asks.

The thing is, you are tired. So, so tired. All you want to do is curl up under a warm blanket and let a blissful sleep overtake you. But it’s not just that you can’t get comfortable. It’s that you can’t fully relax here. You’ve been on alert so long that you aren’t sure you remember how to do that.

“I would if I could.” You shrug. “I don’t know. I might just keep watch.”

“I think the nuns have got that covered,” Babe notes, nodding toward a few of the nuns who stand scattered around the room, still as statues, watching over the sleeping men like silent protectors.

You sigh. Babe is right. So then why can’t you just go to sleep?

“Here.” Casually, Babe slings an arm around your shoulders and pulls you close to him. If he feels your posture go rigid with surprise, he has the decency not to point it out. The initial shock quickly wears off, and you allow yourself to relax against him, since that seems to be what he wants. “Let’s just take deep breaths,” he suggests.

“Huh?”

“I don’t know. Something my mom did for me when I couldn’t sleep as a kid. Just try to match my breathing.” Together, you take deep inhales, filling your lungs, and then exhale together. After a few cycles, you feel yourself relax ever so slightly. Your heart isn’t beating quite so fast, at least. You hadn’t even realized how elevated your heart rate was.

“Better?”

“Somewhat.”

“Good.”

“What now?”

Babe shrugs. “I don’t know. My mom used to tell me a story.”

“Well, then, tell me a story.”

He chuckles. “About what?”

You have to think for a minute. “You’re always talking about Philly. Tell me what it’s like there. Paint me a picture with words.”

“I don’t know about that last part, but I’ll try.” Babe clears his throat, suddenly a bit more serious, his voice soft as he starts describing the city that he loves. The way sunlight peaks through the fog on early mornings. The towering buildings. The friendly faces on the streets. Football games outside of his school. Watching the city begin to glow as dusk moves in, quickly followed by a night where the stars are all the lit-up windows twinkling everywhere you look.

At some point, your eyes flutter shut. You don’t bother to fight it. Part of you feels bad, though, because Babe sounds so happy describing his hometown, and you don’t want to miss any of it. You could stay like this forever, floating gently in the haze of oncoming sleep while vividly imagining the world he describes.

“Are you asleep?” Babe whispers.

You sigh, too far gone to answer. Part of you wants to tell him to keep going, but you can’t collect yourself enough to communicate. Instead, you feel your head drop over onto his shoulder. He’s warm. It feels nice, so you stay there.

“Goodnight,” you hear him whisper, and then, you drop off, safe with his arm around you and with his words to set the scene for beautiful dreams.  

#babe heffron #babe heffron x reader #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers fanfic #my writing #hbo war fanfic #band of brothers

[joenotexotic99]

How they are when you have a hangover.

A/n I want to thank you all for the support. It's helps me a lot and I appreciate it so much. Thank you <3

Warnings: fluffff, vomit (nothing wild but just to put it out there) drinking themes, some language.

Masterlist

Eugene roe

-when you came home from drinking he knew from your slurred speech and your extra flirty behavior that you were going to have a nasty hangover. He made you drink lots of water before you went to bed as well as some pain killers and toast in hopes of an easier morning. Yet you woke up with a nasty migraine and nauseous. He's there with you as you slowly get through it. Blocking out the light and helping you rehydrate yourself. Making sure you take another dose of pain medication when its time.

"You don't have to do this you know"

"Yes I do, drink up"

Dick winters

- will get you anything you might need. No second thoughts. Holds back your hair when you are over the toilet. He makes sure you are back safely in bed with a glass of water. He then makes his way to the store getting everything and anything. Pain medication, cold patches for your head, electrolytes, comfort meals, favorite snacks. He makes sure you rest and feel taken care of. So sweet omg.

"I know this sucks but it will be over shortly ok sweetheart"

Bull Randleman

-he's been around the block once or twice. He's not afraid to help. You don't make it to the toilet at one point he goes to clean up without protest. You try to stop him. Making a point on how gross your situation is. He just chuckles and continues. You want to be stubborn with this but you hurt everywhere so you sorta just let him. If you ever feel good enough I feel like he would take you out to breakfast to eat a good warm meel.

"I am the grossest human on the planet right now. You have no need to be here right now"

"I'm going to pretend like I didn't hear that"

Lewis nixon

-lets be honest here, he's hungover too. This is definitely not your first time around. You too are like matches and gasoline. As soon as alcohol comes around, having a hangover is set in stone. You might even have to just sit in nature if it gets bad. you know? He will do his very best though don't worry. He knows very well how to treat hangovers. He has it down to a t. Will pass his wisdom to you. By the end of the day it was like you never drank.

"Holy shit nix I love you"

"I love me to"

"Shut up"

Babe heffron

-He isn't as experienced as the rest of easy company but that doesn't mean he hasn't had a hangover before. He doesn't have the "wisdom" of Lewis but you bet your ass he's going to try his very hardest. He knows the feeling of hangovers and he's well aware that they aren't fun. Will pull your hair back and put a cool rag on your head. Help you relax in the shower when you don't feel as much as a sack of dehydrated shit. Cook a good breakfast and eat with you on the couch.

"Sorry i was a mess today, you shouldn't go through all this effort for me"

"You're stuck with me for the rest of your life, better start getting used to it"

#band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers headcanon #band of brothers x reader #eugene roe #babe heffron #dick winters #bull randleman #lewis nixon #eugene roe x reader #dick winters x reader #bull randleman x reader #lewis nixon x reader #babe heffron x reader

[daisyblinder]

Peaky Blinders

🦋 Arthur Shelby:

Pretty

Legs up

Shelby's Wife, Shelby's lover

A brother or a soldier

Egged (niece! Reader)

Longing Part 1 Part 2

Your voice (sister! reader)

Everything you don't

Escape to me

Headcanon:

Shy!SO

Touch starved!SO

Autistic!SO

SO who has night terrors

🦚 Thomas Shelby:

Falling apart Part 1 Part 2 (Finished)

Bread

Shoes (daughter! Reader)

Enigmatic

Headcanon:

Shy! SO

Touch starved!SO

Autistic! SO

SO who has night terrors

💋John Shelby

Headcanon:

Shy! SO

Touch starved! SO

Autistic! SO

SO who has night terrors

🌾Alfie Solomons

Nurse

Band of Brothers

🍁 Richard Winters

Whoopsie Daisy

🐩 Lewis Nixon

🌹 Ronald Speirs

💐 Babe Heffron

🌼 Bull Randleman

Buttercup

Blurbs:

In his arms

🍀 Buck Compton

🌚 Joe Toye

#arthur shelby x reader #peaky blinders #thomas shelby x reader #dick winters x reader #bull randleman x reader #joe toye x reader #buck compton x reader #babe heffron x reader #lewis nixon x reader #band of brothers #ronald speirs x reader

[mccall-muffin]

Account for allrounder fandoms @its-all-or-nothing94

Joe Liebgott Love vs. Hate - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 , Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23 , Part 24 (Ongoing) Better late than never - Part 1, Part 2 (Completed) Will you? (Secret Santa gift)

Don Malarkey The other Side (OneShot) Blind (OneShot)

Dick Winters I can't come to the pacific with you (OneShot)

Ron Speirs You are loved (OneShot) Panic (OneShot) Hard desicions (One Shot)

Babe Heffron Little Kitty - Part 1, Part 2, Christmas Special (Completed)

Carwood Lipton What lasts long finally becomes good (OneShot, Request) The things you don't know - Prologue, Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3 (Ongoing)

Joe Toye The price I pay (OneShot, Request)

Eugene Roe You oughta know (OneShot, Request)

John "Bucky" Egan The Lady and the Major - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (Complete)

#Band of Brothers #Fanfics #OneShots #BandofBrotherslove #Joe Liebgott #Don Malarkey #Dick Winters #Coming Soon #Don Malarkey x Reader #Joe Liebgott x Reader #Dick Winters x Reader #Joe Liebgott x OC #Bandofbrothersedit #BoBedit #hbo war #donald malarkey #Ron Speirs #Babe Heffron #Ron Speirs x Reader #Babe Heffron x Reader #Carwood Lipton x Reader #Carwood Lipton #Joe Toye x Reader #Joe Toye #Eugene Roe x Reader #Eugene Roe #John Egan #John “Bucky” Egan #Bucky Egan x reader #Masters of the Air

[maximoff-pan]

Follow up to my last post:

Okey so I’m definitely thinking of writing some band of brothers fics… Who would you guys like to see me write for first?

#band of brothers x reader #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers x you #richard winters x reader #ronald speirs x reader #eugene roe x reader #babe heffron x reader #lewis nixon x reader #carwood lipton x reader #donald malarkey x reader

[brassknucklespeirs]

Eᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ Yᴏᴜ Tᴏᴜᴄʜ [Bᴀʙᴇ Hᴇꜰꜰʀᴏɴ x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

Genre: Fluff with SAD BOY HOUR

Warning: Depiction of depression, loneliness, and grief, depiction of wounds and blood, mentions of death, war related stuff yah know

Prompt: Requested by @vibing-away “If it's not too hard, can you do something with this post? The reader acts like they are sad and lonely, but that are. I have no specific character in mind. Maybe Babe or Luz or someone more vigilant, I dunno.” “Doing a "they act like they're fine but they aren't" is fine, they are slowly pulling away from the group.”

post is: “the introvert who’s sad and lonely and doesn’t feel understood and the bubbly bright introvert who fills their world with joy and knows them better than themselves is the best trope hands down”

A/N: This is my first gender neutral one shot so please let me know if i need to work on changing anything

It had been too many nights like this, too many moments of seclusion to be left to their own thoughts, too many nights of seeing the people they cared for get taken away, never to come back, too many nights of not being able to save anyone. This timeline was constant; switch off the feelings to try to save those who were injured and then proceed to let the emotions destroy the mind in silence after they are no longer in their care. Y/N stood with their hands covered in crimson as another jeep left, and with it just another causality of a cruel war. The medic’s gaze shifted to the sky as a flare lit up the area surrounding them, and they watched while it drifted down, down, down, until they could no longer see the red shade that tainted the snow beneath their feet. The light disappeared, much like the spark that usually swam in their starry eyes, leaving nothing but the dull colouring of black and white to paint the dimming world, but even then they knew the colour on their hands was a pained shade of death. Everything had become but a hue of crimson with every tone of grey. 

They lost some of their family, their friends, their freedom, and worst of all they lost themself. Perhaps it was just part of the job, with those who passed through the hands of a medic usually leaving soon after whether it be by their choice or not, each of them chipping off a piece of the healer’s soul before they get rushed away. They swum in the deep pools of the blood that once touched their skin every night in their sleep, and between the scorching feelings of guilt and shame, the suffering had eaten away at them until there just wasn’t anything left aside from the shell of a body. The one thing that hadn’t left was the loneliness, the feeling of isolation, the suffocation of never ending space, and in all honesty they had grown close; the giver and the best friend who fed off every positive thing that they held in their heart. It was no doubt a toxic relationship, Y/N and loneliness, with the latter keeping a firm grip on the former, a hand to the throat at any opportunity where someone might take them from it. The state of loneliness had pushed and pushed until the wedge between Y/N and those around them had stuck unyieldingly, until not a single soul could tear them apart, almost like the latching on of a parasite. 

They hadn’t looked away from the snow covered ground as another flare lit up the sky, only watching their shadow flitter around their boots, withering and diminishing before it, too, disappeared like it was never there; just another thing that they inevitably lost. Loneliness whispered in their ear, waving the red flag in its hands right in front of their face as it did. 

“Everything you touch will disappear.”

It replayed over and over in their head, a constant reminder of their failure, their inability to do their job. A figure in the distance moved towards them slowly, unsure of why the medic seemed frozen in place so far from a foxhole. The man called to them hoping to get a reaction, a sign that they were okay, but with no response he walked closer. His hand lay over their shoulder for but a moment before they tore away from him, jumping back so quickly it almost frightened the man. A look of panic took over their features as their eyes moved between his hand and the place it had touched their body, causing him to look even more concerned for the medic. 

“Doc?” He asked carefully, the gentle tone of his voice easing them only slightly. They moved their eyes to meet his, showing him the inner turmoil for only a moment before placing their mask back on, blinking away the emotions that threatened to escape.

“Captain Winters Sir?” 

“I think perhaps you should head back to your foxhole and get some rest, I’ll be sure to get someone to inform Doc Roe that you’re gonna take a few hours of sleep.” The red headed man spoke firmly, knowing that it was likely they’d try and fight their way out of this if he was too gentle. The medic went to open their mouth to do just that until a whisper echoed in their head, nagging to be heard.

“Everything you touch....” 

They snapped their lips shut, thinking it over for a moment before sending the man a nod of response, one which he was surprised to see. He cleared his throat before straightening up, shoving his hands under his arms to keep them warm.

“Uh good. Well you head on back, i’m sure Private Heffron will be happy to see you getting some rest for once huh?” The man tried to joke but it fell on deaf ears as the medic simply nodded again and begun their cold trek back to the line, their body long since numb to the feeling of the frozen chill. If anything, the cold had been a welcome feeling, the idea of their body feeling just as numb as their mind was somewhat a comforting thought.

The medic trailed through the snow, kicking up the white powder as they flicked their boots absentmindedly, thoughts unfocussed on anything but getting back to the frozen hole in the ground they’d been staying in with Babe. After wandering around aimlessly for a good 20 minutes, they finally found their way back to it, sitting down on the snow to slid in under the cover that insulated the hideaway as well as it could. The man who had been nodding off in the foxhole jumped at the sound, his hands moving to grip his rifle only to relax as soon as their face came into view.

“Jesus, don’t go giving a man a heart-attack like that. But welcome home sunshine, it’s been a long day without yah.” Babe muttered softly, instantly throwing his rifle down to move his blanket over for them to shuffle under. The medic said nothing, only stared at the empty space beside him that he had offered, the shiver of their body saying yes but their mind screaming not to get close. The man furrowed his eyebrows together as they made no move to snuggle in beside him as they usually did, only staring dully at it. Their eyes seemed fixed on the spot they commonly occupy at his side, but at another call of their name, they looked up, gulping down the panic that caught in their throat. They quickly scooted towards the man, as to not draw too much attention to their lack of response yet they ensured there was a space between them, one that wasn’t usually. Babe reached out to them, moving to put his arm around their shoulder only for them to jump back again, unease clear on their face. He held his hands up carefully, a look of understanding on his face. “Alright, no touching right now, that’s okay. Just get under the blanket before your freeze.” His voice was so gentle and the thought of it sent a subtle fluttering to Y/N’s stomach as it always had, a feeling they quickly pushed to the side as it whispered in their ear once again. 

“Everything...”

The two bodies sat in that foxhole with Babe chattering on quietly about random little things that surprisingly Y/N seemed to be able to focus on, but the man’s eyes constantly flickering to them in concern. Worry set in his bones at the lack of conversation, or better said the lack of response to his conversation; no small smiles, no twinkling eyes, no nothing. He wanted so badly to reach out to them and take them in his arms but he knew he couldn’t push that boundary just to spare his own emotions, so instead he just kept talking, trying so badly to warrant a response. Little did he know, that they too wanted to lay in his arms, their face tucked away in his neck and their fingers linked with his own as he lulled them into sleep with his voice, anything to cure the deep gnawing of sadness, yet that biting feeling held them back.

“Y/N?” He eventually asked, cutting off his previous conversation about something funny Bill had been talking to him about that day. The medic looked at him and hummed in response quietly, their helmet now rested against the side of the frozen foxhole. “Are you alright?” He continued.

“Just tired Babe.” They replied, their voice no higher than a whisper but thanks to the silence that surrounded them at the current time, he heard them loud and clear. He nodded, sure to not take their word for it but not wanting to push them any further. 

“Try get some sleep yeah? I’ll keep an eye out for you.” Babe responded, and with a small nod, Y/N took to closing their eyes. It came back in brilliant flashes of red as they tried to calm their rushing mind, trying to hold it together for just a moment of peaceful rest. Thoughts, ideas, unnecessary comments from it began to nag at them in the silence, calling for them to be more careful if they wanted the one’s they cared about to be safe, telling them to build the wall between them as high as possible. Y/N tried their best to swat the feeling away but they just couldn’t seem to fight the feeling alone. Their head lulled back towards the man, their eyes opening to a squint to see him playing with the edge of the blanket almost nervously.

“Babe?” The man’s head shot up to look at them as their voice sounded.

“Yeah Y/N?” 

“Can you keep talking please?” They asked sheepishly, their bottom lip pulling between their teeth harshly, and their eyebrows knitted together as if they were in pain. Perhaps they were, it wouldn’t be surprising if the loneliness somehow figured out a way to physically hurt them as much as it had mentally. Babe smiled at them as he nodded before jumping back into his previous conversation about Wild Bill. Y/N fell asleep that night with the tiniest of smiles pulled to the corner of their lips.

***

It hadn’t gotten much easier than then; the snow still fell, people were still having to be sent off the line and Y/N still felt that deep coiling in their stomach that made them almost nauseous. The only thing that seemed to keep the medic holding on was the man they shared a foxhole with, and even then they had been trying their best to not think much about him past his ability to help them sleep. He lulled them into a slumber every time they got the chance with his quiet chattering and sometime incoherent ranting, small smiles on both their faces.

The artillery blasts that day were particularly bad, tree after tree exploding and sending debris and shrapnel with each shock wave. Y/N was forced to place the mask back on for the sake of those around them as they switched to medic mode. Screams for help were heard left and right and they answered the call any time they could, forcing their feelings back down their throat as it rose like bile from the bottom of their stomach. Everything had followed the timeline that day, step by step. 

Y/N was in the midst of a mad sprint across the snowy forest as they heard the raw scream for a medic who sounded a lot like Buck. Arriving at the scene, they assessed that they were the first medic to arrive, two bloodied figures lying in pain in the crimson soaked snow in front of them. They threw themself to their knees in front of Joe Toye as they assessed the damage, fashioning a tourniquet from a piece of rag and a stick, pulling it tight against the man’s upper thigh as he withered in pain.

“Jesus, what’s a man gotta do to die around here Doc?” He managed through gritted teeth, a comment that struck the medic like lightning. Death was such a volite thing to talk about, even in the midst of war and yet they couldn’t help but think compared to frozen hell if it was better, easier. They shook the thought from their mind as they continued to work, thankful for the appearance of Doc Roe who had come sliding in on the snow. 

The two men were lifted on stretchers and taken away soon after, yet their blood still stained the skin and clothes of the medics, setting the same uneasy feeling in their bones. Even with the fact the two had still been kicking and cursing as they always were as they were whisked away, Y/N couldn’t help but let their mind stray to the ‘what ifs’. What if they don’t make it? What if I hadn’t been fast enough? What if, what if, what if?

The medics all made several rounds of the company after that particularly hard day, and all held the same numb feeling as each other. Y/N had never even realised that their emotions were shared, especially by Gene, who battled with the grief of losing so many men by his hand. The two had spent so much time together, wandering in almost comfortable silence and yet Y/N hadn’t noticed why. Movement before them startled the medic from their mind, the cajun man coming into focus in front of them, his lips pulled into a tired smile, his eyes holding understand as he kept his hands to himself.

“You did a good job Y/N. Go grab some food and take some rest for a bit yeah?” He muttered to them, however, the sentiment behind his comment was misinterpreted leading to his often motherly sounding voice to be not as comforting as it usually was. Their warped perception of everything around them, and the help of their chaotic feelings, had led them to believe that they were being sent to rest more often then not, their fellow soldiers and medics alike tiptoeing around them so tentatively. Maybe loneliness was right, maybe they were better off with seclusion and their own mind. No one seemed to want them around anyway, always told to tuck away in their foxhole. The medic failed to understand the true worried intent of someone who understood exactly what they were feeling and instead just nodded dully before wandering off to find some grub.

The men who had already gathered looked tired, on edge and just plain done with this shitty snow-covered forest. Most were caught up in their own heads as they absentmindedly chewed away at the awful tasting beans they’d been handed, yet they took it gratefully as the first meal they had seen in a couple of days. Y/N walked over slowly, unsure whether they wanted to lose the distance placed between them and the men, their eyes darting around left and right frantically. They decided then to wait before some of the men had left, planting themself at the base of a tree, leaning against it as they tried to rest their aching muscles.

A voice sounded through the quiet, a shout of their name echoing around them. Babe came into view soon after, carrying a smile and an extra canteen cup of beans for the medic. He grew closer by the second, and with each step, Y/N felt their arms clutch tighter and tighter at their body, shrinking into themself. He stopped short of them, crouching slightly, purposely an arms length away to not frighten them into a panic as he held the food out to the medic. They took it quickly, whispering the quietest of ‘thank yous’ to the man before chowing down on it. Babe watched them carefully, the small smile still on his lips as he did, a slight twinkle in his eyes. Y/N raised their head when they realised the boots before them hadn’t moved, raising their eyebrows in a silent question. The South Philly boy nodded to the spot he was crouched in, his eyes never leaving their’s.

“Mind if I join you? I got some more good stories to tell yah.” He said. Y/N bite their tongue, pondering the idea for but a moment before shaking their head.

“Not today Babe. I’d like to be alone please.” They mumbled in response causing the man’s smile to slip from his lips quickly. He nodded, standing slowly.

“Yeah, okay, no problem. Well I’ll be over here if you change your mind.” He uttered, his shoulders dropped in quiet defeat. The medic nodded before looking down at their food immediately, hoping that his eyes would leave their form quickly. He faltered for a moment as he went to walk away, his mouth opening to say something before he shut it again, unsure whether it was the right idea. The man sighed quietly to himself while he proceeded to wander away yet his eyes moved to catch sight of Gene who had been watching the two carefully. Babe’s eyes seemed to plead for help to which the cajun man shook his head in response to, a clear sign to leave the other medic be for a while. He huffed, dejection weighing down on him as he glanced back once more at the figure behind him before stomping away.

Gene watched as the man went off before his eyes turned back to Y/N who had curled so far into themself that the man was sure they couldn’t get any smaller. He hummed to himself thoughtfully, fully aware of what was going on in the other medic’s head. The grief and loneliness had weighed down on him too, and he knew the inner turmoil that held them by the throat much as it had him. It was because he knew what it was like that he held such worry in his chest; it was a deep, dark pit of nothingness in a mind that broken and it would take a lot to claw back out of it. Hell, he hadn’t even reached the top yet, but he was certainly trying his best, he was just concerned that perhaps Y/N didn’t want to try, maybe they were not as determined to make it out of this war. He thought of his Vera, the woman he loved waiting for him back in England, he thought of Renee, a woman who had shown him such kindness in a seemingly never ending cycle of brutality, he thought of everyone who was waiting for him back home. That was what pushed him to climb faster to make it out of the hole he had been pushed into. Perhaps Y/N just needed to be reminded of those who truly cared for them, those who cheered from the top as they forced themself to claw up the walls of that hole.

***

Y/N found themself in their frozen foxhole alone, the only comfort being the blanket that belonged to Babe being wrapped tightly around them, the smell of him entering their nose as they held it close to their face. Loneliness soon joined them, wrapping it grip around their neck and whisper not-so-sweet nothings into their ear, nagging like an annoying younger sibling for attention. They couldn’t find the energy to fight it, letting it consume them as they closed their eyes. The flashes came back again, the crimson mixing with the white snow, the trucks leaving, the grief, the sadness. 

They sat there in that pit with their face scrunched up in torment the moment that Babe slid under the cover, his features melting to concern once again. Gene had not long finished talking to him, explaining that they needed a figurative and, at their own pace, physical hand to hold and that Babe needed to be that person. All the men who knew them had watched the two dance around each other since Holland, seen the glances and the small smiles, and now that they saw one of them drifting away so quickly, they knew it was as better time as any for Babe to reach out and stop them from straying too far. 

Y/N twisted their face away from him as he moved to sit beside them, space gathering between them as it had been for a while now. He tucked himself under the blanket while watching as Y/N curled away from him as much as they could, their face hidden behind the helmet atop their head.

“Hey sunshine, how yah doing?” Babe questioned. He waited several moments for a response but was given nothing but a quiet hum of acknowledgement. His brows furrowed, unsure how to approach the situation at all, his bottom lip coming to rest between his teeth as he chewed on it while lost in thought.

“Don’t hide from me, please.” He whispered quietly after a few minutes of silence. Y/N twitched at the words, wanting nothing more than to be able to tell him to leave them alone, even though that isn’t what they really wanted. “Talk to me.” He tried again, and god did he wish he could reach out and hold them to him. Another grunt sounded from the figure beside him, causing concerned anger to grow in his stomach. “Damnit Y/N. Please.” His voice cracked in defeat as he tried one last time, the medic’s chest clenching painfully at the sound as they turned their head ever-so-slightly, their eyes now visible through the space between their helmet and their shoulder.

“I don’t want to talk Babe.” They muttered quietly, their voice tired and strained.

“I know you don’t. God, you know I wouldn’t push you if I didn’t have to but I’m worried. And don’t you dare tell me another shitty excuse of ‘i’m tired’ or ‘i’m fine’ cause I know you’re lying. Please. Just talk to me. Even just a little.” The man cried almost desperately. The medic paused for a moment, realising the man had caught them out and that there wasn’t any other way around it unless they wanted to just give him more silence. Their mind whirled as they pondered the idea of expressing a little bit of what was eating at them before a quiet sigh left their lips.

“Everything...everything is wrong Babe. It’s all wrong.” They begun, causing the man to nod encouragingly at them. “I-I can’t-It’s just...it’s not okay.”

“You’re right. It’s not okay, none of this is okay. This forest, this cold, this fucking war, none of it. You know what is okay? It’s okay that you feel it, in fact, you have to let yourself feel it. Stop letting it get in your head. I know you think you gotta handle everything alone but you don’t. Cause you aren’t alone, I’m right here. And I’m always going to be right here.” The man said, knowing exactly what they were thinking as their face contorted in worry and grief and sadness. The medic shook their head furiously in frustration, their hands coming up to grasp at their cheeks, their fingers squeezing at the skin.

“You can’t promise me that Babe. You could leave at any moment just like everyone else does. And it’ll be me that has your blood staining my skin.” They mumbled tiredly, their eyes welling up with tears at the thought. “And I can’t-I can’t handle that Babe. But...everything I touch...seems to disappear. I-I can’t...” The tears came suddenly, pouring like waterfalls from their eyes. Their hands moved quickly to wipe at their cheeks, muttering an apology for their show of emotion. Babe just smiled a small smile while shaking his head.

“As I said, you gotta feel it Y/N. It’s okay to have feelings, it’s what makes you human and the way you feel it so deep? It’s what makes you, well, you. Beautiful, caring, kind you. It makes you the person I..” He paused for a moment, clearing his throat as he prepared himself to say it. “Well, it makes you the person I fell in love with.” Their eyes moved to him slowly, widened in silent surprise.

“You-I-You love me?” They spoke in a whisper. The man nodded again, pushing himself up against the side of the foxhole to readjust his sitting position slightly.

“Sure do. Ever since you fixed me up after I tripped over that rock and scrapped my face up in Holland. I knew you were it for me. And struggling or not, you’re always going to be it for me.” He proclaimed, his head tilted down to cover the blush that settled on his cheeks. Y/N watched him for a moment, their eyebrows tugged together as they thought over his words. They felt their heart pumping in their chest for the first time in what felt like forever, furiously flushing the blood to their own cheeks. Their stomach seemed to coil, but not in the way it had been recently, no, this time it was a warm feeling that consumed them, burning away the hands of loneliness that tried desperately to hold on to their throat. The fingers retracted then, as Babe moved his head to look upon the stunned medic, his eyes holding such affection that it staved off the negative energy that had held them for so long, even if for just a while. Y/N took a deep breath, relishing in the lack of pressure around their throat.

“All this time?” They whispered, their voice gentle as a genuine smile that had deserted their features for weeks returned. Babe nodded sheepishly, his hand moving to scratch a spot at the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I never really known how to tell yah. I know now ain’t the best of times but-”

“No it’s-it’s fine.” They stuttered nervously, their fingers twisting together in their lap.

“Yeah?” He questioned with a smile, to which it was returned.

“Yeah.” 

The two sat side by side, only a hairs width apart as they both savoured the comfortable energy that flowed between them. Y/N own lip came between their teeth as their eyes flickered from their lap to the man beside them and back again. One of their fingers twitched for a moment causing them to clench and unclench that hand a few time, their eyes trailing down the dirty fingers of the man beside them, curling around the edge of the blanket directly beside them. With one last flicker of their gaze and a gulp, the medic reached their hand out, their fingers loosely intertwining with his, his head whipping around to look at them. His lips curved into a smile before his own gaze moved up to meet theirs, his eyes shining with adoration as he opened his mouth to whisper to them.

“I’m not disappearing anytime soon, not if I can help it.” 

#this one hurties a little my bad #actually when do i not write pieces that hurt??? #i'm such a liar #it's literally all i write #PAINNNN #band of brothers #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers fluff #babe heffron #babe heffron x reader #edward heffron #edward heffron x reader

[multifandomlover01]

If you are not too busy, can you do something with freckles and dimples for Band of Brothers? I haven't seen much of it. If you want specific characters, Carwood Lipton, Renée Lemaire (if you write for her), Babe Heffron, Darrel Powers and Wayne Sisk.

I absolutely can! Thank you so much for the ask! 🥰

Disclaimer: I do not have (a lot of) freckles or dimples, but I think they are both adorable and I’d love to write for it as they definitely deserve content (though I don’t know about the accuracy/quality, so sorry if this really isn’t that good)

X reader based

General Outline is as follows: Insecurity about freckles/dimples first, then compliments/reassurance/admiration (fluff)

Carwood Lipton (dimples):

• Lipton never noticed it until he got a facial scar.

• He never noticed how you’d hide your face with your hands or your hair as often as you could.

• He figured you were ashamed or hiding something about your face (like he wished he could do with his face sometimes), he just didn’t know what it was.

• One day, you two were talking and he’d made you laugh. You smiled, then quickly hid your face.

• He chuckled.

• “Why’re you hiding your face, sweetheart?”

• “N-no reason.”

• “You’re not hiding your face for no reason, honey. What is it? Please tell me.”

• You reluctantly removed your hands from your face and looked at him.

• You sighed. “It’s my dimples.”

• Lipton was taken aback slightly. “Y-your dimples?”

• “Yes.”

• “What’s wrong with your dimples?”

• “I don’t like them.”

• “Why don’t you like them?”

• “I think they look weird.”

• “They don’t look weird, sweetheart, they look adorable.”

• “Really?”

• “Yes! Why do you like I try so hard to make you smile? I love them.”

• “Can I ask why?”

• “I just think they’re cute, is all.”

• “You think they’re cute?”

• “Yes.” He brought his hand up to your cheek and brushed over them. “Just like the rest of you.”

• You couldn’t help but smile. God bless this man.

• He smiled. “There they are.”

• It’s a lot easier to be accepting of yourself when someone else is.

• And Carwood was more than happy to kiss your dimples every time.

Freckles:

• He didn’t notice them until he was around you more, which wasn’t until England when you began planning for the Invasion.

• You had quite a few freckles adorning your face.

• Several others had already noticed and they teased you about it a bit, saying you wouldn’t even need any type of camo.

• This made you feel insecure about it. And you couldn’t exactly try and cover them with makeup in these conditions. No. You’d have to deal with it.

• Lipton thought they made you look very pretty. He’d never seen someone with so many freckles.

• He observed some men teasing you about it, so he quickly put it to a stop. He checked on you afterward to make sure you were alright.

• “I’m alright, sir. Thank you for checking. They’ve been doing that since training, though. I’ve gotten used to it.”

• “You shouldn’t have to get used to it. They shouldn’t say those things.”

• “It’s alright. They’re just boys. They’re stupid. They say stupid things.”

• “There’s stupid and then there’s stupid.”

• “Sir?”

• “There’s jumping off a roof and breaking your leg or picking on someone bigger than you, then there’s making fun of a very pretty girl for something she can’t do anything about.”

• You didn’t miss that he called you pretty.

• “If anybody gives you anymore trouble, just tell me and I’ll take care of it, alright?”

• “Alright, sir.”

• You greatly appreciated Lipton’s views, and his willingness to squash any further trouble you had.

Renée Lemaire (freckles):

• Being a female medic in the paratroopers wasn’t easy, but meeting Renée was a breath of fresh air.

• She was very enjoyable to be around and talk to.

• You two were sorting supplies in the church when she stopped to look at you.

• “Is something wrong?”

• She smiled. “No. Nothing is wrong. I just never noticed them before.”

• “Noticed what?”

• “The marks on your face. The light lets me see them.”

• It took you a minute to understand. You mostly spent time with her in the church, where it was dark. And you’d never really been in this room with the windows before. She’d never really seen your freckles before.

• You weren’t expecting her to comment on them. You didn’t even think if she could see them. You felt a bit insecure about them. People would ask about them a lot. Why you had them. If you had some disease.

• They were just something that was on your face. You couldn’t help it. You liked them when you were younger. You thought they looked cool. But that was before the other kids started to tease you about it. They’d call you a freak, among other things.

• It didn’t help that it had carried over as you got older. You used to think that once you grew up, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal. You even used to hope they’d one day go away. Of course they didn’t. But neither did the stares, the whispers, the questions.

• Renée was still smiling at you.

• “What?” You asked, not really knowing what to expect. Renée seemed so nice and you hoped she wouldn’t have a nasty comment about them.

• “Do others have them? The marks?”

• “We call them freckles. And, yes, some people do. But I’m the only person I’ve ever known to have this many on my face. Most people might have a small smattering. Or one here and there all on their body. But they aren’t so numerous on others, no.”

• “Oh, well I like them. They look nice on you.”

• “You do? Thank you.”

• “Yes, I do. And you’re welcome. But why do you ask? Do others not?”

• “Not really. I get teased a lot.”

• “Why? They look very pretty.”

• “Well I’m glad you think so.”

Dimples:

• “You have a very nice smile.”

• “No, I don’t.”

• “You do. You would if you didn’t have dimples, but they accentuate it. They make it extra nice.”

• “You’re just saying that.”

• “I’m not! They look very…cute.”

• You scoffed. “Well that’s the first time I’ve heard that.”

• “I find that hard to believe.”

• “Why?”

• “It makes you special.”

• “It makes me a freak.”

• She chuckled. “It does not.”

• “Tell that to the others.”

• “Others?”

• “Some guys make fun of me for them.”

• “Well they are very rude and wrong to do that.”

• “I appreciate that.”

• She smiled. “Anytime.”

Babe Heffron (dimples):

• You were a fairly happy person. You liked to smile. And you liked to make others smile.

• There was just one thing, though: you had dimples.

• And while you usually didn’t have a problem with it, sometimes you were insecure about them, especially if someone mentioned them or make a rude remark about them.

• Such an occurrence happened one time at a bar. You were with a group of E Company men, but there were some men from not only another battalion, but also another regiment in the 101st. In other words: men you were not that well acquainted with.

• While you were in this group of mixed company, George Luz had cracked a joke that made you smile fairly wildly. That’s when a man from another company (and battalion within the 506th) pointed out your dimples.

• “Why do you have holes in your face?”

• “Those are my dimples.” Your smile faded, which put a frown on the faces of the men in your company (E Company).

• “They make your face look weird.”

• “Well your face makes your face look weird.” Babe quipped back. He internally cursed himself for that lame remark.

• “Whatever. Let’s go guys.”

• The men from the other companies/battalions/regiments left the group.

• “You alright?” George asked.

• “Yeah. I’m fine, thanks.”

• You weren’t fine. You meandered away to a secluded table.

• Babe waited a few seconds before following you.

• “Do you mind if I sit with you?”

• “I guess not.”

• Babe sat across from you.

• “Are you really ok?”

• “I already told George I was, ok?”

• “I’m sorry. I should probably leave you alone.”

• He got up to leave, but you stopped him. “Babe, wait.”

• “Yeah?” He sat back down.

• “I’m sorry. It’s just…I like my dimples most of the time, but sometimes I don’t…like when people point them out or make fun of them.”

• “Screw that guy, ok? Your dimples are adorable.”

• “You really think so?”

• “Absolutely. I wouldn’t stop making you smile if I could because it means I’d get to see them all the time.”

• You smiled. “Thanks…I don’t get many compliments on them.”

• “That sure is shame.”

Freckles:

• Babe was no stranger to being teased. When he was a kid, he was teased about his hair and his lanky body. So he understood it when you confided in him about some guys making fun of your freckles. He loved them, though.

• But he noticed after the war you started to cover your freckles with makeup. This saddened him.

• He asked you about it one night after you two had gotten back from a night out and you were taking your makeup off.

• “Hey, can I ask ya somethin’, doll?”

• “Sure.”

• “Why do you wear makeup to cover up your freckles?”

• “Oh, I dunno. Maybe cause I don’t like them? Maybe cause you don’t want anybody making comments about them.”

• “Screw them.”

• “Babe!”

• “Anyone makes a comment about you, they’ll have me to answer to.”

• “That’s sweet, but you can’t just beat up everyone who has some unkind words to say to me.”

• “Why not? They insult my girl, they get their ass kicked, easy as that.”

• “How about I make you a deal. I stop wearing makeup, but you can’t just beat up anyone who insults me.”

• “Not even a little?”

• “No.”

• “But you’ll stop wearing makeup to hide your freckles?”

• “Yes.”

• “Alright. You’ve got yourself a deal, sweetheart.”

Shifty Powers (freckles):

• Shifty loved everything about you. This included your freckles. So he was disheartened to hear you say you did not like them. He asked you why.

• “I dunno.” You shrugged. “Not everyone has them.”

• “But some people do. It makes you unique. It makes you special.”

• “They’re all over my face. It’s not just one here and there.”

• “So? They’re pretty.”

• “They’re pretty?”

• “Well yeah. Don’t you think so?”

• “No.”

• “Well I think they are. They’re like stars, ya know?

• “Stars? Huh…never gotten that before.”

• “Well they are, ya know. All pretty and patterned. If I could stare at ‘em and trace ‘em…well…” Shifty cleared his throat, “anyway…don’t feel bad about them. Don’t listen to what anyone says.”

• “Gee…thanks Shifty. Really, that’s means a lot.”

• “Anytime, ma’am.”

Dimples:

• Shifty loved your smile. He loved your dimples. So he was sad when you seemingly stopped smiling.

• He asked you why.

• “A girl has to smile?”

• “No. But you haven’t smiled in a while. Is something wrong?”

• “No. nothing is wrong.”

• Shifty knew something was. But he didn’t press.

• Later, your face had an expression that showed your dimples (but it wasn’t a smile). Someone chuckled and poked your cheek. They were making fun of your dimples.

• This made Shifty angry.

• “Hey!” He shouted. “Leave her alone! That’s no way to treat a lady!”

• The guy pissed off because he didn’t want to deal with Shifty. He’d been called out. And didn’t care that much. So he just walked away.

• “Are you alright?”

• “Yeah. I’m fine. Thanks.”

• “Those guys shouldn’t have been making fun of you. It wasn’t nice.”

• “Eh, I’m used to it.”

• “You shouldn’t have to be. Your dimples make your smile even sweeter.”

• “They do?”

• “Well sure! They draw attention to your smile. And your smile makes others smile.”

• “It does?”

• “Well…it makes me smile anyway…”

• “That’s real sweet, Shifty. Thank you.”

• “No problem.” He smiled.

• And that made you smile. And suddenly your dimples didn’t bother you anymore.

#freckles #dimples #band of brothers x reader #carwood lipton x reader #renée lemaire x reader #babe heffron x reader #shifty powers x reader

[she-wolf09231982]

Chapter 6- Your Boys

Summary: Easy Company is in the Ardennes Forest, outside of Bastogne, Belgium, trying to defend the Allied line against a German counterattack. You all face a bitter winter with insufficient ammunition, food, and medical supplies for the long, grueling battle. Historically known as the Battle of the Bulge, you rush soldier to soldier assisting Doc Roe treating the wounded during the peak of the attacks. Liebgott experiences his first real scare, almost losing you when you’re injured ignoring a direct order. 

A/N: Mature audience, Joe LiebgottxFem!Medic, post D-Day, She/Her Pronouns, Y/F/N, Y/L/N, Cursing/Swearing, Derogatory Slurs, Mentions of death, Confrontation, Military Terminology, 1940’s slang, Inappropriate Nicknames, Band of Brothers References, Mentions of Weaponry, German to English Translation, Descriptive Wounds/Injuries, Blood/Gore, Smoking, Banter, Pining, Consensual Physical Contact/PDA, FOREVER FLUFF ��

German is identified with (g)

This chapter continues from 1x5 Crossroads then transitions into 1x6 Bastogne

While writing this, I ended up gravitating more towards the reader’s platonic relationships with the other soldiers of Easy.

*These stories may not fall entirely in accordance with the TV series timeline. I do not know the real soldiers the actors portray in this series, so please understand I show no disrespect. Some or most of historical events and character interactions in my fanfics are fabricated purely for the sake of the enjoyment of fiction*

~~~~~~~ 

October 1944 

You bury your face into Joe’s chest, both of your hands fisting the front of his uniform taking deep breaths as you fight tears back. Joe’s arms embrace you pinning your body against his as he rests his cheek on your head. Your breathing syncs with his while you listen to his bounding heartbeat, his hands caressing your back sending chills through your entire nervous system. 

Your mind is a void. Nothing is there or around you except you and Joe. You stand there holding eachother for what seemed like hours. With his cheek, Joe nudged the side of your head still hiding in his shirt. You raise your eyes to his as a few tears cascade down your cheeks. He smiles at you, gently kisses your forehead pulling you back in to hold you again. You take a deep breath, inhaling his scent, then exhale. 

“Joe...”  

“Yeah?”  

“What happens now?” you ask. 

You each slightly pull away to look at eachother. 

“Whaddya mean?” he questioned. 

“This makes everything so much harder.”  

“How?” Joe asked, tilting his head to the side inquisitively. 

“I don’t know about you, but if anything happens to you-” you trailed off at the horrible thought of ever losing him, “I-I don’t know what I’d do...” you struggled to say without more tears streaming from your eyes. 

Joe cupped your face bringing his face level with yours. 

“Look at me, we’re gettin’ through this shit together. You understand me?” 

You nod, “Mmhm.”  

He brushes your stray hairs away from your face as he studies every freckle, each worry line, committing your face to memory so whenever he’s out in the field without you, he can see you again when he closes his eyes. 

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen...” he whispered, bringing his eyes back to yours. 

You melt back into him, risking the borrowed time each of you had together before he had to leave again. 

~~~~~~~ 

Outskirts of Bastogne, December 1944 

You walk with Doc through the frozen Ardennes Forest, trying to find your way to the 3rd Battalion for supplies, but to no avail...you were lost. You make your way back to where you started before you lost your way. You come upon Winters sitting on the edge of his foxhole preparing to shave with an ammo can filled with ice cold water. 

As you approach him, he waves the both of you down after hearing a clatter in the distance. 

“Doc! Doc! Y/L/N!” he shout whispered to you. 

Winters grabs his rifle, and waves you on to come with him to investigate the unknown noise. You come upon a German soldier ready to squat to relieve himself in the distance. Winters tapped you with his elbow prompting you to communicate with the German. 

“Beweg dich nicht! (g) (Do not move)” you call out to the man. 

The German soldier froze, doing as he was directed. 

“Steh langsam und halte deine Hände so, dass wir sie sehen können. (g) (Stand slowly and keep your hands where we can see them)” You instructed.  

The man complied, raising his hands high over his head.   

With this soldier as your new POW, Winters had him brought back to Regiment for intel. You were lucky to score a new bandage off the German upon searching his gear. You had very little medical supplies left so you and Doc were left scrounging for anything you could get. 

As the prisoner is taken away, a jeep pulls up with Col Sink, and the Division Commander, General McAuliffe. You stand with Eugene off to the side as you listen in on the conversation. 

“We’re under sporadic artillery fire, General. We’re taking a lot of hits and have no aid station.” Winters continued. 

Nixon joined the conversation. 

“General, I took a walk on our line about 0300 last night. I couldn't find the 501st  on our right flank. We've got considerable gaps in our perimeter.” Nixon explained. 

“I don't have enough people, sir. We're spread too thin.” Winters added. 

“Hold the line. Close the gaps.” Gen McAuliffe replied curtly. 

“How?” You spat viciously outloud before you could stop yourself. Eugene’s breath hitched as he nudged you. 

Winters, Nixon, Sink and McAuliffe looked at you. You stood there holding your breath. 

“Excuse me, Corporal, you got something to say?” Gen McAuliffe dared. 

Winters offered you a look that told you to proceed with caution. 

“-No, sir.” you reply almost as a growl. The men resumed their conversation. 

Eugene leaned towards you, “If I didn’t already know ya, I’d say you had some Cajun in your blood.” he whispered. 

You each exchanged a weak smile. 

~~~~~~~ 

You and Doc Roe split up to scrounge around throughout the other companies for any aid supplies the guys can spare. Doc is on a personal mission for a pair of scissors after he lost his in Holland. 

You run into Guarnere. 

“Hey, Y/L/N-” he began. 

“Bill, how’s that leg?” you ask him. 

“The hell with the leg, I’m pissing needles!” Guarnere exclaimed. 

“Bill, later. I need to find morphine and scissors for Doc.” you reply. 

You come upon another foxhole and find Liebgott with Alley.  

Joe beamed at you when he saw you peek over the edge, “Hey you! Where have you been?” he asked smiling broadly.  

It’s become difficult to hold back a smile when you see him anymore. 

“Hey guys. Got any spare syrettes?” you ask. 

Alley passes his morphine to Liebgott to hand to you. 

“Thanks, Alley.” you reply excitedly, “Hey, Lieb?” you continue. 

Joe stood up to get closer to you, bearing his signature smirk. The butterflies stirred in your stomach. 

“Can I have your scissors?” you requested sweetly. 

He furrowed his brows, “My scissors?” he questioned. 

“Yeah, Doc needs a pair, he doesn’t have any.” you clarify. 

“Ah,” Joe went into one of his pockets pulling a small pair of medical shears and handing them to you, “Here.”  

You beam back at him, “Thanks, Joe.” You lean in closer to him, “I’ll make sure to keep yours and give Doc mine. Something to remember you by.” you whisper in his ear. 

You pull away and wink at him. Joe smiled back, pointing to his chapped lips signifying he wanted a quick kiss. You peck his mouth then spring to your feet to go find Doc. 

As you’re running to where you last seen Doc, you hear a blast from German artillery in the distance. You crouch closer to the ground, unsure what was to follow or from where. You look around you in all directions seeing soldiers scurrying to foxholes manning their positions to prepare to fight back. More artillery attacks from the Germans showering dirt and shrapnel everywhere, you run hole to hole seeing if anyone needed your help. You catch Roe doing the same across the way. 

“MEDIC!” you hear in the distance as more explosions erupt all around you. You take cover where you can after each shell hits the dirt, trying to get to the soldiers in need. You and Doc made it to the same foxhole at the same time with Randleman and Penkala. 

“Penkala!” Doc called out. 

“It’s the artery! I can feel it.” Penkala screamed holding his left arm. 

“Pen, let go!” you yell at him as Doc tries to get at the wound on his forearm. 

“It’s the goddam artery!” Penkala repeats panicked. 

“Penkala, loosen your fingers, goddam it! Loosen them now!” Doc barked. 

“I’ll bleed to death!” Penkala cries. 

“Relax your arm! Come on!” you tell him as Doc holds his arm straight for you to see, “It’s not the artery.” you confirm. 

You hear another call for a medic in the opposite direction. 

“Go on, Y/L/N, I got this.” Doc reassures you. 

You turn to sprint towards the shouts for help, diving behind snow mounds and piles of fallen trees for cover everytime a blast strikes close enough to where you are. 

~~~~~~~ 

After the attacks died down, you find Doc Roe with Spina (another medic) in a foxhole. 

“-This is what I want you to do,” Doc began to Spina, “I want you to take someone and work your way over to the 3rd Battalion, all right? You know what we need. Bandages, plasma, whatever you can beg, you beg. All right and get me some goddam scissors. I can’t get any.” he finished exasperated. 

Spina jumped out of the hole as you slip in next to Doc while he looks through his satchel. You pull out your own personal scissors and present them to him. He sees them and looks at you perplexed. 

“For you.” you insisted. 

Doc takes them from you still looking confused. 

“Liebgott gave me his.” you explain with a grin. He flashed a slight smile showing his gratitude. 

“Thanks, Y/F/N.” Doc responded patting you on the shoulder.  

You nod and leave the foxhole to make yourself useful somewhere else. 

~~~~~~~ 

Later that evening, you’re told by one of the other guys that Toye was missing something and that you should pay him a visit. You crawl on your stomach over to the men in the foxhole. 

“Hey, you guys ok?” you ask. 

Toye’s foxhole buddy, McClung, replies with a few complaints of starving to death. 

“Toye? Are you missing something?” you ask. 

“Home.” Toye responds without missing a beat. 

“Ask him to dance, Y/L/N.” McClung hints to you. 

You look at Toye with concern, “Toye? Show me your feet.” you urge. 

Toye directs a look of annoyance at him, “You watch the goddam line, McClung."

Toye raised a leg presenting a bootless foot wrapped in shredded wool blanket tied with boot laces. 

“Where the hell are your boots!?” you questioned him. 

“In Washington, up General Taylor’s ass.” he replies sarcastically. 

“Jesus, what happened?”  

“I took them off to dry my goddam socks and they got blown to hell, okay?” Toye explained. 

“What’s your size?” you ask him. 

“Nine, just like everyone else.” he huffed. 

“I’ll see what I can do.” you tell him as you give him a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder before you leave. 

~~~~~~~ 

The following morning, the second wave from the Germans hit while you were sitting in a small foxhole by yourself. Gunfire and mortars erupt all around you. Multiple calls from all directions for a medic fill the air. 

“MEDIC!” you run in the direction of the first call you can hear closest to you. Weaving and dodging blasts and pings of bullets flying past your head. 

You see Doc and Perconte carrying Sisk to a jeep, loading him up to take him back to Bastogne for additional aid. When Doc returns, Sgt Martin gathers some of Easy for a reconnaissance mission. When you and Doc try to join, he tells you stay behind.  

As you wait in the quiet, gunfire commences in the distance where the guys just convoyed to. You hear shouting from your guys that someone is hit. You start to run towards the commotion. 

“Y/L/N! Where the hell do you think you’re goin’? Eugene yells after you. 

“I’m going to go help!” you call back without stopping. 

“You’re going to get yourself killed! Y/F/N stop!” Doc shouted. 

You kept moving forward. You find cover behind dirt mounds and trees, cautiously and quickly trying to make contact with your guys. You see them through the fog all taking cover behind a pile of lumber, then you look to the right and see a man on the ground, squirming while clutching his throat.  

“Oh, shit...” you whisper to yourself.  

You crawl up next to Randleman and Martin. 

“Y/L/N!? What the hell are you doing here?? I told you to stay back!” Martin yelled. 

“I heard someone was hit, Sarge!” you justified. 

“Damn it, girl, don’t you listen?” Bull scolded. 

Germans firing from the opposite direction made it impossible to move anywhere. 

“Sarge, who’s out there??” you yell gesturing to the soldier out in the open. 

“Julian!” Martin replied. 

You army crawl to the edge where the lumber ends and try to estimate the distance to get to the injured soldier.  

“Y/L/N! What in the hell are you doin’??” Martin shouted. 

 “I can get him!” you yell over your shoulder. 

“The hell you can! The Krauts aren’t lettin’ up! You’ll get hit, too!” Heffron cried out. 

“I can!” you pushed back. 

Laying completely flat on your stomach and chest, you pull yourself out by your arms and hands from behind the pile of wood. 

“Somebody grab her, goddam it!” Martin yelled out. 

“So close...” you whisper to yourself as you lean on your left elbow to reach for Julian’s left hand with your right until you feel a dull but blunt sting just below your left shoulder on your back.  

The remaining breath you had exited your lungs, and the world around you fell silent. You feel a pool of warmth soak through your uniform when you’re suddenly pulled back by your feet by Randleman. A trail of your blood left behind in the snow from where you had been laying. 

“God dammit! I fucking knew it!” Martin shouted.  

“I gotchya, girl.” you hear Randleman say. 

“Pull back! We gotta pull back! Go!” Martin ordered the others. 

You suddenly feel yourself hoisted over a shoulder being carried away from the position. 

You hear Randleman’s voice again, “Hang on, Y/F/N, almost there.” 

He lays you down as softly as he could when he reaches a safe distance. 

“Goddam it, Y/L/N, why did you go?” Doc whispered as he opened your uniform jacket where the wound was. 

He pulled back the fabric and saw that there was an exit wound, signifying the bullet had gone clean through the front. 

“Well, at least I don’t have to go diggin’ for anything in there.” Doc stated. 

“Where is she!?” Liebgott’s voice rang out. 

Joe pushed past a few of the guys standing around where Randleman and Doc were kneeling on the ground with you. Bull stood up to meet Liebgott as he approached you and Doc. 

“Easy, Joe, she’s ok. Let Doc do his work first.” Randleman said restraining him respectfully by the torso. 

A horrified Liebgott stared at you lying on the ground. Blood leaking from your left side onto the snow leaving a pool of red in its wake. The bullet made contact next to your scapula and exited through the front directly under your left clavicle. Doc had already applied a bandage and a syrette to prepare you for transport. Doc nodded at Randleman to let Liebgott go. 

Joe knelt next to you, not knowing where to put his hands on you.  

“It’s ok, Lieb, you can hold her.” Doc told him. 

Joe scooped your limp body up with soft hands and cradled you in his arms.  

“What the fuck happened?” Liebgott growled without looking away from your face. 

“She tried to grab Julian who was bleeding out on the road while the Krauts were firing at us from the woods.” Heffron explained. 

Liebgott’s jaw clenched, “And?”  

“She was close, Joe, but they got her before she could get him. I pulled her back as soon as she got hit.” Bull added. 

Joe pushed the loose strands from your tousled hair away from your face as you rested in his arms. Seeing your face pale and your breath shallow sent anger and rage boiling over inside of him.  

“Lieb, the bullet missed her lung, and the bone. It was a clean shot. All she needs is plasma and rest. She’s gonna be fine.” Doc reassured as he squat next to both of you with his hand on Joe’s shoulder. 

Joe looked at Eugene, “Thanks, Doc. Bull...all of you guys, for watching out for her.”  

~~~~~~~ 

Bastogne Christmas 1944 

Because of the significant amount blood you lost that day, you remained unconscious for almost four days. Easy company took on another frontal attack from the Germans the night before Christmas Eve. The following morning, Liebgott got approval to take a ride back to Bastogne to see you at the church where all the wounded were being held. 

As he entered the building, Eugene met him at the entrance. 

“Hey, Lieb, she’s over here.” Doc said walking towards a set of stairs with Joe on his heels. 

“How is she, Doc?” Joe asked nervously. 

Doc turned to him, “She’s awake.” 

“She’s awake?” Joe echoed. 

Doc chuckled, “Yeah, she’s doin’ just fine, Lieb. I told ya she’d be ok.”  

Doc stopped at a curtained off area for female casualties. About a dozen beds each boxed off by curtains for privacy, Doc gestured towards the other side of the room where your bed was located. 

“She’s back there, Joe. She’s been asking for ya. Take all the time you need.” Doc added with a weak smile. 

Joe smiled back extending his hand to shake Eugene’s. 

“Thanks, Doc.”  

Liebgott proceeded to the curtained off bed at the end of the row. He peeked through the opening, seeing you laying peacefully in the bed. Your eyes hooded and color returning to your face, he looked upon you like he saw you for the first time. You bear heavy bandages over your left shoulder in a sling. He slowly pushed the divider aside. 

You quickly look over and pure joy stretches across your face as you try to sit up to meet him. 

“Joe!” you exclaim then wince from pain as you move forward to reach for him. 

“Jesus Christ, Gams, don’t move too much!” he chastised sitting on the edge of the bed extending a soft touch on your injured shoulder.  

Joe gently guided you backwards, propping your pillow up so you could lean back against the headboard. 

“I’m fine, Joe.” you respond grabbing his hand. 

He looks you over with serious eyes. Unable to contain the outrage he felt seeing the results of what the Germans had done to you. This thought raised other concerns as well. 

Joe looked at you distraught, “Why would just throw yourself into middle of that shit, Y/F/N?”  

You meet his exhausted face, feeling at a loss for words to justify your actions.  

“Joe-” you began. 

“You could’ve died. We almost lost you. I almost lost you...You understand how close you were to dying?” he interrupted before you could continue.  

You look down feeling guilty, “I wanted to help,” you say quietly. “I wouldn’t’ve been able to forgive myself if I didn’t at least go out there and try.” you explained.  

You steal a glance at Joe. His face was still twisted with worry. He placed his palm against your cheek cradling your head bringing your face up to look at him. 

“You have a lot of good inside you, sweetheart,” he smiled weakly shaking his head, “but you ain’t helpin’ no one if you’re dead.” he added. 

You nod in agreement, “I know...I’ll be more careful, Joe, I promise.” you pledge. 

“I told you we’re gettin’ out of this shit together, didn’t I? I need you on the same page with me.” he reminded. 

“We are. I swear it.” you confirm. 

“The guys have been worried about ‘chya.” Joe added. 

“Yeah?” you ask, placing your hand on your chest pleasantly surprised. 

“All of ‘em. Bull said he pulled you out.”  

“Yeah, last thing I remember was him throwing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.” you recollect. 

Joe scoffed, “Yeah, and Martin is still pissed at you.”  

“Oh boy,” you palm your face, “I don’t blame him.” you add. 

“Doc said you’ll be outta here soon.” 

“Yeah, I can’t wait to get back out there.” 

Joe eyed you skeptically, then shook his head. 

“I know, I know, Joe, but I promised I’d do better, remember? Doc needs extra hands out there, too.” you explain. 

Joe smiled, entertained and touched by your passion leaned in kissing you gently, tenderly deepening after each breath taken. 

~~~~~~~ 

You had been discharged that same day while Joe was visiting and had returned to the line with him. You made sure to grab a pair of size nine boots for Toye on the way out, as promised. 

That evening, a German bombing run hits Bastogne and the church turned aid station takes a couple of direct hits, destroying the building and unfortunately trapping some left-over casualties and medical personnel during evacuation. Doc returned from the town with this grave news, to which you comforted your medic brother since he lost his friend, Renee in the attack.  

You had a special place for each of these men in your big heart. These are your boys. You would split yourself into fifty to have the ability to be there for them properly. It broke your heart to see any of them in any kind of pain. It killed you more inside to not be able to be there to do so. Having been so close to pulling Julian from that road to no avail will haunt your dreams for the entirety of your life. You felt like you failed him and the rest of the guys.  

Thank goodness for Liebgott. Your Saviour with a mouth and soft touch with calloused hands. 

~~~~~~~ 

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Guys I have covid so hit me with more request prompts from this list!! Ive got a few boring days ahead of me!!!

Taking requests for:

Band of Brothers:

Joe Liebgott

Webgott

Luztoye

Baberoe

Winnix

Speirton

The Hunger Games:

Finnick Odair

Top Gun: Maverick:

Rooster Bradshaw

Hangman Seresin

OC’s:

Daisybilly

Baberoe/Graham

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Give us Baby boy pleaaaase

Babe x reader

The name Babe for Edward Heffron was so rightly given. He was young, outgoing, and confident. The red headed boy seemed to encapsulate the essence of youth. I on the other hand, even though being the same age, did not. I was forced to be an adult when I was young. I didn’t have the opportunity to be carefree. I envied Edward.

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[bellewintersroe]

Another idea I would love to see you write (and it doesn't have to be NSFW if it makes you uncomfortable) is Malarkey, Babe, Chuck, Shifty, Winters (and anyone else you want to write) reactions to seeing all the various scars you received during the war for the first time. The scars can be wherever on the body you want to put them and the injuries that caused them can be different for each guy if you want; I will leave that to your creativity and discretion. I would just find it interesting to see how you think they'd react bc, while injuries during the war became probably a daily occurrence for the men that they've grown accustomed to, you're technically not a man and how could you have gotten hurt?

ugh I absolutely love this request it’s so creative, thank you sm!! I hope it’s what you were picturing, if not feel free to request another :) i’m comfortable writing NSFW but for this request I haven’t gone too crazy, but there is some mentions of potential smut? I can also understand how the topic of scars should be a TW- but no mentions of any self inflicted scars. Easy Boys reaction to seeing your scars:

Dick Winters:

I think he’d probably notice the small, circular scar on the back of your lower hip during seggsy time.

he wouldn’t point it out, seeing as that seemed rude and a bit off putting mid activity- especially seeing as it was one of the first times the two of you sleep together.

it’s afterwards that you’re cuddling when his hand travels down, “how did you get this?”

“oh, that scar?” You’d begin to laugh, leaving him a little confused. “Accidental cigarette burn from a guy I was treating in Normandy.”

Dick is a little confused, you seem so amused so he’s following along with a smile but it’s the most confusing thing ever.

what actually happened is pretty lighthearted, you were treating a wounded guy in the infirmary in Normandy, and well, his eyes were bandaged up and accidentally mistook you for the ash tray?

a pretty funny story, it burnt at the time, but you don’t mind the small scar, in fact it’s even amusing to you. Dick doesn’t notice it often, but when he remembers the story you told him he’d smile every single time he’d see it again.

Babe Heffron:

In Austria you’re wearing your summer uniform/ clothes, things are more relaxed, and so when your top falls down your collarbone the slightest bit, you don’t think anything of it.

“Wha- hey! How’d you get that?!” That was until a certain Babe Heffron chimed up, sounding overwhelmingly concerned, eyes focused on your upper chest.

“What?” At first you’d cover it up, unconsciously before even realising what he’d seen.

he’d hurry over, taking a peak to sigh with relief when he realised it was an older scar.

“Babe.” You’d grumble, pulling your top further up out of embarrassment.

“Oh, hey- no, don’t be upset, I was just worried thas all. It’s not everyday I see a lady with a scar, y’know.” His hand would smooth down your arm, worried he’d offended you, but he’s so sweet, how could you ever be upset at Babe?

“It’s from Bastogne, right?” Unlike the other men (apart from Gene) Babe would probably recognise where it was from.

“The bombing at the church, yeah.”

“I like it, looks cool.” He’d be so honest and genuine, at first I think you’d be a little shy, but Babe finds it so unique, and well- it makes you you.

the major downfall however is that you obviously got hurt, resulting in this scar. He can’t bare the idea of you hurt, it sends a chill through to his bone.

Chuck Grant:

Chuck is no stranger to scars especially after the war, so when he notices you’ve got a couple littered around your leg he doesn’t point them out due to knowing how sensitive that topic can be.

theyre white and faded now, only small, but I feel like Chuck would probably recognise they’re from Bastogne- like he’s seen the wounds the splintered trees cause, he figured it would be something like that.

in reality they were a present from Haguenau. An exploded building left your leg semi trapped, luckily not broke, but it hurt like a bitch and left you with the constant reminder of the pain.

You’d tell him one day after a shower, when you caught him looking at them. “I know they’re ugly.” You’d wince, conscious.

“Ugly? No, c’mere, babe.” He’d pull you into his lap, hand on your thigh as he kisses you so tenderly.

“Nothin’ about you could ever be ugly, doll.” Ugh he’d be sooo sweet and kind, reassuring you in the best way possible whilst accidentally seducing you.

Shifty Powers:

Too cute omg, he wouldn’t even really notice too much, I mean everybody has scars. You’d lay and night and he’d caress your skin, not caring if there was a scar or two littered around your shoulder.

“How’d ya’ get this?” He’d ask softly when the two of you were both falling asleep.

“Nothin’ exciting, I was playing around in the water when we were in Austria and caught my shoulder on the pier gettin’ out the water. I wish it was a better story.”

Shifty would find it so amusing because only you would wish you had a better story to tell about a scar. The rest on your body are from your childhood, Shifty would love hearing the stories that come along with each scar.

Eugene Roe:

Unlike some of the men I think Gene would’ve actually been there when you got injured.

you’re a woman, part of the medic team, a field nurse really which is attached to easy company, so you’re close to the men, especially Gene, throughout the war.

Gene would still remember vividly the day you got hit, how he failed to protect you, cover you. A sniper came out of nowhere, catching you in the shoulder. Gene can only imagine the bullet was meant for him and not you.

He’s the one that patched you up to the best of his abilities, it’s one thing treating a man, but to be treating a girl? Especially one he liked- well his hands were shaking and he was reassuring you non stop.

the scar left was only small, luckily there was no complications and you got lucky and could get back to work real quick.

Every time Eugene notices the scar it reminds him of what happened to you. At first he wouldn’t talk about it. Then, slowly you get it out of him and he’s so soft with you.

“I just don’t know what I woulda’ done.” He’d sigh, burrowing his face in your neck/ chest pressing kisses to your skin.

“Well you don’t have to think that, cos I’m still here with you now, Gene.”

Don Malarkey:

Don would actually notice the fresh scar on leg during Haguenau when you were rolling your socks up, he gets a peak at the flesh on your calf.

“Woah, that looks nasty, how’d you get that?” He comes and sits behind you, waiting for you to turn around.

“Fuckin’ tripped and fell, Malark. Out of everything that coulda happened to me I got this from falling over.”

Malark is more concerned about your wellbeing but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t break a smile.

“That’s just your luck.” He’d smile, rubbing your leg gently to check if it hurt. “You’re ok now though? So you don’t need carrying around everywhere?”

“I wouldn’t object to that…”

No but seriously, Don is a massive sweetheart, he probably would carry you around Austria just for the fun of it, he still blames it on your ‘cut leg’ that he needs to do that.

in reality he’s just flirting with you and knows it’s super easy for you to kiss him whilst he’s holding you like that.

Lewis Nixon:

“What’d you do?” He’d ask as soon as he saw it, running his hand back against your hair, revealing a kinda small scar placed near your hairline.

it’s early in the morning, the two of you are lounging in bed with a cup of tea or coffee, preparing to have a lazy day.

“Oh, it’s from running Currahee, I face-palmed the floor.”

“Ouch, what did Sobel say?”

“thank god he wasn’t there to see it. I got a matching one on my knee too, from the same fall.” You’d pull out your bare leg from the covers and he’d purposefully slide his hand up your thigh, then over the scar on your knee.

“Nice. Battle scars.” He smirked, teasing and pulling your leg over his to give him a cuddle.

#band of brothers x reader #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers headcanons #dick winters x reader #babe heffron x reader #chuck grant x reader #shifty powers x reader #eugene roe x reader #gene roe x reader #lewis nixon x reader #don malarkey x reader

[softguarnere]

Hi! Do you have any headcannons of the boys taking care of you when you’re sick?

Hello there Anon! Thanks for your patience as I catch up on requests. I hope you like these 💕🕊️

Dick Winters: When he's sick, he fully expects himself to just push through like he normally would. Whoever notices that he's not feeling well practically has to force him to sit down and rest. But if you're sick? Completely different story - he's immediately asking questions, trying to figure out what's wrong; making you tea; taking your temperature; looking for a medic, if he thinks you need one. Would put his whole day on hold just to help you.

Ron Speirs: Second verse, same as the first. He would feel so helpless if there wasn't much that he could do. Unsure of how to express that, he would do whatever you asked: making you tea, reading to you, and his favorite, just holding you while you rest.

Lewis Nixon: He's powered through plenty of hangovers, but he can tell that whatever you're experiencing is worse - and that scares him. He probably calls Dick for help, because let's face it, his upbringing did not prepare him for this, and he feels out of his depth. Just know that his heart is in the right place and that he plans on being there for you every second until you feel better. He'll talk you through it all, which helps distract himself from the fear he feels. God forbid anything should happen to you on his watch.

Carwood Lipton: Like Winters and Speirs, he expects himself to push through his own sickness, but would bend over backwards to help you if you're unwell. As an "Acts of Service" type of man, this is truly his time to shine. Don't expect to do anything but rest up all day, because Lip has got everything under control.

Babe Heffron: His first instinct would be to ask Roe for help. Once he gets a few pointers, he's well on his way. He would be so sweet the whole time, giving you plenty of cuddles or plenty of space - whichever you prefer in the moment. Doesn't care about you getting him sick at all. He knows that he can make it through just fine, but he's going to make sure that you feel better before he even considers worrying about himself.

Eugene Roe: So efficient! (But, if he's being honest with himself, also a little scared, because he hates to see someone that he loves so much feeling so poorly.) Lucky for you, he knows all the remedies to get you feeling better in no time - and he's humble about how quickly he has you feeling better again.

Bill Guarnere: He would both try and do anything to make you feel better. You want one of his ma's home remedies? He's calling her right now for the recipe. You just want to be held and take a nap? He's your guy. It's honestly kind of startling to see how differently he can act, because he's so gentle and encouraging throughout the whole thing. Because in his mind, that's just what a good boyfriend does.

Joe Toye: Definitely the guy who drives you to the doctor the second you develop a temperature. There's no way that he's taking a chance with your health, because you never know when things might be very serious. Don't worry, he'll drive carefully - but still in the fast lane, really pressing the speed limit.

George Luz: George may have missed his calling to be a nurse, because his bedside manner is just so good. He knows exactly when to put the joking on pause and when you could use a little laugh to lighten your mood. Also he makes The Best™️ tomato soup and grilled cheese combo you could possibly imagine. That stuff could cure anything.

Don Malarkey: Okay listen, this man is insanely good at cuddling. You could spend all day pressed up against him and he wouldn't mind. He'd put on whatever show you currently like and would hold you through the whole thing, while also taking breaks between episodes to make sure that you're staying hydrated and taking your medicine.

Shifty Powers: He lives by the belief that fresh air, sunshine, and a good attitude can cure just about anything. He would definitely sit on the porch swing with you, gently rocking you back and forth in the late afternoon sunshine and talking to you about anything and everything to raise your spirits. Also a huge fan of giving out forehead kisses when you rest your head on his shoulder. Not to sound overdramatic, but those things might just have some sort of magic healing quality in them.

Joe Liebgott: This man hardly ever takes a day for himself. He's up early and working late, just because every hour feels like it needs to be filled with productivity. But the second you get sick? Everything is put on hold. Good thing he has so many sick-days saved up, because he'll use them all if he has to, just to stay by your side and take care of you. Don't even think about telling him that you're fine, because he's going to be right there, making sure you're okay.

David Webster: Similar to Nixon, he does not come from a background that equipped him for any of this. But he's trying his best! He'll whip up some of the most horrendous soup in history before he gives in and orders it for you - after all, he's trying to help you get better, not make you worse. His favorite way to comfort you would be reading to you, no doubt about it.

Skinny Sisk: He's a little bad at hiding his concern for you. Literal embodiment of the "🥺" emoji every time that he takes your temperature and sees that it hasn't lowered yet. He holds your hand a lot, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, which is so soothing. Turns out that he's really good at making the perfect tea, so prepare to drink the best peppermint tea of your life.

Skip Muck: Such a sweetheart, are you kidding me? Like Luz, he knows when to shelve the jokes and when you could use a good laugh. He would be so attentive, and calls his mom and sister for advice, just to make sure that he's doing everything right. The reassuring smiles he gives you every time that he comes into the room work better than any medicine ever could.

Bull Randleman: Basically becomes a doctor the second that he realizes that you don't feel well. I mean, this man just jumps into action and seems to know exactly what to do, it's amazing. With everything that he's doing to help you, he still finds time to be right by your side whenever you wake up from naps. Prepare to wake up to a smile that feels like the morning sun greeting you.

Floyd Talbert: It's . . . a little chaotic at first, but he's got the spirit. It's sweet, though, how hard he's trying, because it shows you that he cares. He's definitely having a bit of an internal panic since he's never done this before, but once he calms down, he'll take good care of you. Might go a little heavy on the seasoning in the chicken noodle soup, but hey, it's the thought that counts.

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[joenotexotic99]

Cooking for Easy Company pt 1

Masterlist

Joseph liebgott

-Liebgott worshipes you head to toe. And you wanted to return some of his kindness by making him dinner. It was good in thought but not so much in execution. Your attempts at making dinner the way you wanted wasn't going so well. Most likely by the end you still wanted to do something nice. Yet the kitchen was a mess and you were getting frustrated. Plus joe was close to being home. When he saw what you attempted to to he immediately took you in his arms and kissing the top of your head before helping clean up and make an easy dish with you that you enjoyed on the comfort of your couch.

"I wanted to do something nice for you"

"Sweetheart you letting me be your man is all the kindness I need"

Goerge luz

- it was on a weekend. And the smell of his mom's recipe brought him down to the kitchen. Seeing what you're doing immediately puts a huge grin to his face. He wasn't great in the kitchen but good for him, you told that you wanted to do this for him as a nice surprise. He still didn't leave your side. He narrated what you were doing. The lighthearted commentary helped reduce the stress of trying to live up to his mom's cooking abilities.

"Chef looks like my mom has some competition"

Dick Winters

- I feel like you would make him breakfast. Winters gets up way before you do. Downs 2 cups of coffee before getting to work. You wanted for him to actually eat something other than caffeine. It was Saturday morning, he sat next to you reading today's newspaper whilst he drunk coffee number who knows. You kissed his cheek and told him to stay in bed. You made him a basic American breakfast. Bacon, eggs, toast. Nothing super fancy. You handed him the plate along with some oj. Winters fell in love with you all over again.

"Jesus, how did I get so lucky?"

David Webster

- You probably found him to be the one cooking. The man adores you and wanted to be the one who cooked that day's dinner. He's been reading recipes and 'how to cook for dummies' books. You sat on one of the bar stools in your shared kitchen and you two talked about your days. You gave him tips and pointers as he cooked.

"Baby you need more seasonings then that"

"Are you sure?"

"Positive"

Babe heffron

- this man's poor heart lit up with joy when he saw what you were doing. Yet so did his stomach. He would sit and watch you cook. He would often steal bites of your culinary delights. Hehe that rhymed. And you would constantly slap his hands away. He would give you the biggest puppy dog eyes ever.

"If you keep up you won't be hungry when it's finished"

"But it's sooo goood"

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[daisyblinder]

Requests

If you wish to request 1k fics for Peaky Blinders or Band of Brothers, send in an ask or message me privately! 🧡

I write both nsfw and sfw but I won't write:

Incest

Urine or feces play

Detailed rape or suicide (it can be mentioned but I will not go into detail)

Minor/Adult pairings

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