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ithinkabouttzu · 1 year

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A suggestion for BoB reactions.. How would each react to reader asking for a hug? If you want ☺️

BoB reaction to you asking for a hug

Genre: romance; fluff

Warnings: a dangerous amount of fluff; kissing

Description: Easy Co. Reaction to you asking them for a hug

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Dick Winters

You are more than welcome to this man a big hug. I feel when you guys do hug, it’s so nice, like he’s so warm and I just know he would smell good when you hug him. I think he would also ask maybe if something had happened or if something changed to where you’d want a hug from him, “Are you okay? If you need me i’m always here”

Lewis Nixon

He’s just like “okay?” at first. He isn’t really sure why you’d want a hug from him out of the blue, The first part of the hug would be low-key so awkward and then towards the end, he would hug you like an actual human being would. The reason of him being so timid is he probably though you were going to prank him of some kind or put something on him while hugging him. But nonetheless he definitely enjoys it, (even if he refuses to tell you that)

Carwood Lipton

“You want a hug? Well sure!” AHHH HES SO NICE OMG. This man would be so kind about it, like you want a hug from him? Then he’s gonna make sure you get that hug. He’s also just glad that you asked for a hug from him, you could’ve asked anyone else, but you asked him, and the thought that you subconsciously picked him over the other guys makes him blush a little

Joe Toye

When you ask for a hug his whole face changes, he goes from 1-100 reallll quick. He knows it’s not a big gesture and you might not even want a hug in a romantic way, but just asking him politely if he can hug you just makes him go nuts “You want a hug y/n?” in his sexy raspy voice OMGGG. And when you hug him, you’d feel his strong muscles around you and it would feel so nice. He’d be so warm and the strong hold he’d have on you would make you WEAK. The rest of the day he would be extra extra close to you.

Joe Liebgott

You know that one photo of him of him looking up with a smirk on his face? Yeah that’s the same exact face he’d make when you ask him for a hug. “C’mere” In his sexy accent oh my goodness. He’d just be there with open arms until you got to him. When you guys did hug he would hold you tight. He’d have his chin resting on your head, just holding you til you let go. After the hug he’d be smirking at you the whole time. “What’s gotten into you, y/n? hmm?” While he looks down at you, still holding you by the waist (omg omg i’m internally screaming thinking abt this rn)

Bill Guarnere

“You want a hug? Well come here!” He’d actually be really chill about it, (unlike Nix LOL) I think he’d be a good hugger tbh, like he’d be one of those types that give you one big big bear hug that takes your breath away for a moment LOL. He would wrap his arms around you as tight as he can and he might even pick you up a bit if he’s feeling extra. After the hug he’d ask you why you wanted one, and you’d be like, “I just wanted one from you” and his heart would MELTTT “Well come get me anytime you want a hug, you know i’ll give you one anytime”

George Luz

When you ask him for a hug his face just lights up with a huge smile on his face, “Of course y/n!” He’d be the one to actually initiate a hug between you two, I feel like he’d be a real passionate hugger, like when you hug him it’d be 100% bliss, he’s warm and soft, and the way he holds you automatically makes you feel safe and calm. It’s honestly so amazing. He’s arguably one of the best huggers in this bunch for sure. “Well did you like it y/n? Because if you did then we could definitely do it again sometime” With the cutest smile on his face omg.

Bull Randleman

Seriously if you get a hug from him you are so lucky. Arguably one of the best huggers #2. When you ask him for a hug he’d be more than happy to give you one. His hugs would feel so nice and secure. Like you’re hugging a giant teddy bear, you’d be fully buried in his chest and I just know he’d be enjoying it 100% He’s so glad that you asked him for a hug, so he’s gotta make SURE it’s his best hug he’s ever given yk. Once you guys were done hugging he’d give you a sweet kiss on the cheek, before leaving to go do whatever he was doing before, leaving you just like 🤭 the whole time to yourself

Eugene Roe

“You’d like one?” OMG HE’D BE SO ADORABLE. Arguably one of the best hugger #3 His hug would be absolute heaven. I just know he would smell good, his hugs would be big and loving, he’d be soft when you hug him and he would be so gentle not to try and he too rough when he hugs you. like one hug from him and you already feel better than ever, “Are you okay y/n?” “Do you need anything else?” (AHH he’s so caring and thoughtful my heart is exploding omg)

Floyd Talbert

This guy is SO ready when you ask him for a hug. He just runs up to you and sweeps you up off of your feet. He makes sure to give you one giant hug, it would catch you off guard so bad, like you were not expecting that at ALL. He would be really swift and strong with the hug so it was over right after it begun. “Why’d you want a hug, y/n?” Of course he asks you AFTER he gives you the hug. He’s giving you that infamous smirk of his while looking into your eyes, “Well did you like it, doll?”

Skip Muck

you want a hug? Ask skip and oh you got it. When you ask him for a hug he would probably make a little funny comment about it before giving you a nice warm hug. “Well I was hoping you’d ask for one actually” His hug would feel sooo good, like his hugs are an ultimate pick-me-up. They make you feel so much better. Plus the warmth and the softness from his chest and arms are a huge plus. “How’d you like it, y/n?”

Don Malarkey

Hugs from Don release a whole other level of stress off of you fr. When you ask him for a hug he wouldn’t even say anything, he’d just get up to you and wrap his body around yours. His hugs would feel absolutely amazing. He would be so comfortable and hugging him would make you feel so loved and happy. He would ask you if you were okay afterwards or why you wanted a hug. “Just cause I wanted one from you” He’d smile so hard. “Me? A hug from me?” you’d hit him on the shoulder “Yes you, silly” He ended up being the one asking for hugs after that.

Babe Heffron

Serotonin boost but times that by a thousand. That’s what he feels like when you ask him to hug you. “You sure, Because you know my hugs are lethal” He’d joke around with you but is kinda freaking out. He lets out an audible sigh that he did NOT mean for you to hear when he hugs you, leaving him super embarrassed but he still tries to play it off as if it didn’t happen. “Are you sure your hugs are any danger again? Because the only person I know who was really enjoying it was you” Of course you had to tease him back about it. Making his face even redder than before.

Frank Perconte

You want a hug? You got it. Just ask the man and he will be more than happy to give you one. “Come here y/n” He’d motion you over to him once you asked if you could get a hug from him. His hug would feel very firm but also comfortable at the same time. Almost like a dad hug if that makes sense? I think when you hug him it would last quite a bit. He’d rock you back and forth a little bit before letting go of you. He would just stare into your eyes before kissing your cheek, “So you’d say i’m a good hugger? Right y/n?”

Shifty Powers

Oh man. He is NERVOUS when you ask him for a hug. Of course he’s gonna give you one, because he cares about you too much to decline your offer, but you also might need to give him a moment before he hugs you because he doesn’t want to mess this hug up at all. When he does hug you it feels like heaven. It’s so warm and it makes you feel so relaxed and peaceful. He is so good at hugging (even though he’d never admit it) and when you guys are done hugging you would tell him, “Dang Shifty, you are one good hugger” Winking at him before walking off. Leaving him with his face fully beet red.

Thank you for your request lovely! This was such a good idea and I hope you enjoy!!! If you have any other ideas or suggestions make sure to let me know <333

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mccall-muffin · 2 years

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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)

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ballad-of-birdy-lamb · 10 months

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Hello everyone I am ballad-of-birdy-lamb but you can call me Birdy! I used to be @Mystic-bumble but I accidentally deleted my account. 😭

I will write for The Hunger Games, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, Band of Brothers, The Pacific, I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream, Brave New World, 1984, and To Kill a Mockingbird!!!

The Hunger Games:

Katniss

Peeta

Johanna

Finnick

Annie

Cato

Clove

Thresh

Gale

Haymitch

Effie

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes:

Coriolanus

Lucy Gray

Sejanus

Billy Taupe

Mayfair

Jessup

Reaper

Dill (nothing romantic)

Coral

Mizzen (nothing romantic)

Treech

Lamina

Clemensia

Tigris

Dr. Gaul

Tanner

Brandy

Band of Brothers:

(Reminder: I am writing for the characters in the show, not of the actual people. Also, please recommend more characters if I haven't already put them here)

Eugene Roe

Ronald Speirs

Lewis Nixon

Richard Winters

Babe Heffron

Joe Liebgott

Bull Randleman

Joe Toye

Donald Malarkey

George Luz

William Guarnere

Wayne Sisk

Henry Jones

The Pacific:

(Reminder: I am writing for the characters from the show, not the real people. Also please send in other names if they aren't already on the list, I forgot some of the characters)

Eugene Sledge

Snafu Shelton

Robert Leckie

Sidney Phillips

Chuckler Juergens

Hoosier Smith

I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream:

Ted

Ellen

Gorrister

Brave New World:

John Savage

Lenina Crowne

Bernard Marx

1984:

Winston Smith

Julia

To Kill a Mockingbird:

Atticus Finch

Rules for asks:

You can do:

1-4 characters

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Plus sized reader

LGBT reader

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Angst

Fluff

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Yandere content

Polyamory

Headcanons

Oneshots

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character x character

Rules for following:

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antisemitic

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Etc (will add more as time goes on)

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softguarnere · 2 years

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Masterlist

Oneshots

Ron Speirs

Pull That Trigger

Ares and Athena

Learn to be Lonely

People-Watching vs People Watching

Alone, Together

Anywhere You Go (Let Me Go Too)

From Scratch

If You Strip Away the Myth From the Man

Everyone, Everywhere, Everything

Evaded By Hypnos

Joseph Liebgott

The Freudian Slip (Part One) (Part Two)

Touch Me, Love Me, Can't Get Enough

Miracle of Miracles

'Til Dawn

2am

Hardheaded At Best

Joe Toye

When You Talk To An Officer

In That Head

I'll Be Right Here Waiting/Put It Back Together

Seven

In Sickness and In Health

Bill Guarnere

Always Best to Believe in One's Self

Hoping That There's Something Coming (It's Not the Same)

You Need a Little Candor, Need a Little Candor

Might Find Love

Babe Heffron

Call A Medic (But Not For Me)

I Don't Want You to Hide Your Issues (Blow Them into Your Tissues)

Inhale, Exhale

Eugene Roe

A World Without Color is a World Without You (Part One) (Part Two)

Avec Les Étoiles Dans Les Yeux

Staring At the Ceiling With You

Where There is Injury

Shifty Powers

You Tied a Tether Here to Keep Me Close

Don't You Feel My Heart Go?

She Used to Be Mine

Wildflower

David Webster

Friends That I Barely Know

Return to Sender (Part 2)

It Will Have Been Worth It

Lewis Nixon

I Can Read You Like a Magazine

Hold Me Close While I Think This Through

Coming Clean

Carwood Lipton

White Christmas

You Matter Too (I Promise You Do)

Skip Muck

I See Forever in Your Eyes

Dick Winters

Guardian Angel

Lucky Stars

Blushing All the Way Home

Skinny Sisk

Return to Sender (Part 2)

You've Got a Side You Can't Explain

George Luz

I Can't Stop Feelin', I Want Her Love

Cold Turkey

The Rest of the World Falls Away

Floyd Talbert

Passed Me a Note Saying, "Meet Me Tonight"

Johnny Martin

The Depths of Despair

Headcanons

Pining Headcanons

Bull Randleman and Chuck Grant

Joseph Liebgott and Dick Winters

George Luz and Don Malarky

Carwood Lipton and Joe Toye

Eugene Roe

Bill Guarnere

Joe Toye

Relationship Headcanons

Dating Shifty Powers

Dating George Luz

Dating Eugene Roe

Dating Lewis Nixon

Dating Joseph Liebgott

Dating Chuck Grant

Dating Dick Winters (as an OSS agent)

First date with Skinny Sisk

Misc. Headcanons

fem!reader overworking herself for Easy

taking care of Malarky

Easy Company reacts to praise

How they react to you being in a shootout

Helping a S/O who is touch starved

Christmas with Easy Company

How they react to false news of your death

Luz falling for a lady lieutenant

Asking their crush to be their Valentine

Asking their crush to be their Valentine (part 2)

How Liebgott would ask out his crush

How Easy Co. would help a S/O with insomnia

Doc Roe dating an extrovert

Nurse!reader who has a boyfriend back home

Falling for a childhood friend (Eugene Roe and Joe Liebgott)

How they would react to reader saying they don't like smokers

How they take care of you when you're sick

Luz asking out his crush

Comforting them after a bad week

How they react to you being wounded in combat

How the officer squad reacts to your awards

First date with Winters

When they get jealous

Dick with an upbeat nurse

Double reaction - end of war

Original Character Fics

Like A Girl (Like A Man)

For Whatever We Lose

#my writing #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers headcanon #band of brothers imagine

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holdingforgeneralhugs · 2 years

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HCs for playing darts with Babe and winning (maybe Bull shows up for a lil bit?) thanks!

Ahaaaaaa I love this😂

He's an adorable idiot.

"Don't worry, I'll go easy on you for the first round."

You just grin at him and gesture for him to start the game.

You can't help but grin at his surprised face when you manage to hit a 180.

The game draws a crowd, everyone cheering you on and poking fun at Babe.

"What was that you were saying about going easy boy?" Bull teases, clapping Babe on the shoulder.

Babe sticks his tongue in concentration and tries to hit a double 16, but he misses.

He sighs in defeat when you step up and nail the double 10 with the first dart.

"Well you sure showed me up," he chuckles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you in to a side hug.

"Aw sweetheart," you grin, "I was going easy on you."

Babe rolled his eyes but couldn't keep a grin off his face.

The boys burst into laughter, teasing Babe mercilessly.

Taglist: @tvserie-s-world @geniedocroe @generousdreamlanddestiny @sunsetmando @cagzzz107 @howunexpectedlyso @alejodi0nysus @sunflowerchuck @now-im-a-belieber @its1000cuts @50svibes @eugene-emt-roe @pennyllane @televisionboy @sparkyluz @ask-you-what-sir @parajumpboots @mads-weasley

#band of brothers #bob #band of brothers fandom #hbo band of brothers #babe heffron #babe heffron oneshot #band of brothers imagine #holdingforgeneralhugs

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geniedocroe · 4 years

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CRASH INTO ME

(babe heffron X reader)

fluff

wc: 915

it was safe to say that you might’ve been quite clumsy. and that meant you were extremely clumsy. it wasn’t that you meant to do most of the things you did, you were just always in your own little world. so much so that you were never paying attention. you spaced out, you daydreamed. however, you were an amazing soldier.

it was a hot day in august back in aldbourne. the thought of not knowing when you would be sent back on the line bothered you. everyday felt like your last in a warm bed. you were lucky to have so many astonishing soldiers fighting beside you. even if you weren’t sleeping in a bed, you had all of your friends.

as your mind wandered to the idea of having to sleep in a foxhole over the winter, you hadn’t noticed the replacement coming your way. the two of you walked quite quickly down a sidewalk towards one another. he seemed to be in his own little world as well. neither of you were paying attention. and that’s what caused the collision.

you ran right into the replacement and the two of you had been knocked to the ground. it took you both a second to recover from what happened. you had hit the ground so hard that you felt like you broke your tailbone. nonetheless, the clumsy soldier across from you seemed just fine. he blinked a few times before standing up and offering his hand.

you hesitated before taking his hand. embarrassment shown through your face. he had a soft smile on his face. it felt comforting. so, you grasped his hand a let him pull you to your feet.

“i am so sorry about that.” he apologized as he hung his head. you wiped off the dirt from the back of your legs and hands.

“oh don’t be! that was my fault. i should’ve been looking where i was going. i’m just a little ditzy, that’s all. i didn’t mean to run into you. i’m so sorry. are you okay?” you mentally punched yourself for speaking so much. most people tended to look overwhelmed when you started to speak but he looked up at you with a smile. you fought the urge to shiver.

“um . . . i’m okay. are you? you hit the ground kind of hard.”

“i think i’ll be alright. are you a replacement?”

he hesitated before answering. “yeah i - yeah i am. babe heffron.”

you reached out to shake his hand. his grip was soft and kind. “y/n y/l/n. nice meeting you babe.”

“nice running into you.”

“definitely. i will hopefully be doing that a lot.”

babe seemed to have a burst a confidence because the next thing he said brought the brightest smile to your face. “how would you feel about running into me this saturday? maybe dinner?”

“you know what? that was smooth. does 7:30 work?”

“only if it’s with you.” the sun shone on his hair, making it look even redder. “where are you headed?”

“the mess hall.” you pointed in the direction, hoping he would follow.

“wow, what a small world. that’s where i’m headed too.”

“well you’re headed in the wrong direction.” you stated with a laugh as he turned and the two of you began to walk.

“good thing you knocked me down then.”

the two of you walked in comfortable silence for a while. as you looked over at babe you realized that if it had been anybody else, you would be so mortified. but he was sweet. he had a great smile. one that could warm anyones heart in a matter of seconds. it sent chills down your spine. his eyes were what reeled you in. they were warm and kind. they were like a great big hug after being gone for so long. like hot chocolate on a snowy day. that’s what you decided you loved about babe heffron. his eyes.

he glanced over at you to find that you were already staring. you swiftly looked away. a very dark blush creeped onto your face. you could hear babe let out a musical chuckle.

“you know it unnerves most people when others stare but i think it’s adorable.”

“i have a feeling that will be happening often.” you looked back at him, still blushing. up ahead you could see a few of your friends and it seemed as if babe saw his own friends because his whole entire face lit up.

“with any luck.” he held out his hand again. you raised a brow at this but you shook it anyway.

“i’ll be seeing you babe.”

“and i’ll be seeing you.” he released your hand before running over to his replacement friends. you stated after him for a second before skip muck called you over.

your eyes never left babe as you approached your friends. you could tell he was talking about you because the three boys surrounding him glanced over with smiles. a smile was sent back. you friends looked at you expectantly.

“who was that?” skip asked, guiding you inside to sit beside george luz.

“oh . . . um, some replacement. we ran into each other. knocked my ass to the ground.”

“is he causing problems?” skip asked protectively.

“no, no! he was sweet. it’s alright.”

skip wiggled his eyebrows, making you laugh. you shoved him slightly. babe crashing into you made your day. you would let it happen a million times over.

#band of brothers #hbo war #easy company #babe heffron #babe heffron imagine #babe heffron oneshot #band of brothers imagine

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liebegott · 4 years

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Our Secret. | Babe Heffron

as requested by @order-of-river-phoenix

(click here to read on wattpad)

feel free to send me a request!

pairing: heffron x reader

wc: 1.2k

synopsis: you’re training at jump school along with replacements and babe heffron helps you out

a/n: mariah requested a protective babe, but i had trouble imagining him anything but soft- so instead, have him protecting you from your own officers! i hope you enjoy this one.

i mean no disrespect to the real babe heffron. this is all purely based on robin laing’s portrayal of him in band of brothers.

tagging: @floydtab @alienoresimagines @order-of-river-phoenix @julianneday1701 @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @wexhappyxfew @rarmiitage @mavysnavy

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Nearly tripping over your own feet, you balanced yourself by gripping on a hook tied to a cord above you. The plane shuddered, the strong wind blowing through the open door making it hard for you to hear your own thoughts.

Being part of the Nurse Corps meant that you could train at jump school along with men who would eventually fly into Europe. Despite all the rigorous training you've undertaken, actually jumping still terrified you. How much more if there were bullets whizzing by you?

You stared at the back of the man in front of you, your teeth clattering. A gentle hand rested on your arm, and you turned and saw a young man flash you a bright smile. He nodded, and patted your arm to encourage you.

Seven okay, six okay. "Five okay," you shouted out, and in what felt like mere seconds, you were at the door. Looking down, you took a deep breath and jumped.

In the air, you were weightless, your fear taking over making it impossible for you to focus. As you approached the grass, you quickly threw yourself sideways, distributing the shock of landing along your body. Not bad, you thought to yourself, At least my knees still work.

Now to the tricky part. You wrestled with your parachute, trying your best to get up so you could either pull it towards you to cut off or keep in your pack. You lay there, the weight of all your gear making it nearly impossible for you to stand, but your nervousness being the real culprit.

Suddenly, you felt someone grab onto the back on your pack, hoisting you up to stand. It was the young man who had smiled at you from inside the plane.

"What are you doing?" you hissed, checking to see if anyone had seen him help you, "Someone might see us."

"I know," he replied, bringing a finger to his lips then quickly pulling your parachute and stuffing it in your pack for you, "But if it means keeping our finest nurse here, it's worth it. Stop moving and watch."

You don't know why, but you listened, accepting his offer to help you.

It was the first time you made it to inspections on time. You and the young man had run, and you were still panting when your officers looked you up and down. Hands shaking, you steadied yourself and forced yourself to look ahead and not break a sweat. The officer simply nodded at you and you exhaled sharply. You looked back to see the young man grinning at you, and he threw you a wink.

"Hey," you approached him as you walked away from the training ground, "Thanks for helping me out."

"No problem, nurse," he smiled, patting your head gently, "It'll be our little secret."

***

The next jump, you were less fortunate. The young man was nowhere to be seen, and upon landing, you tried your best to mimic what he had done for you the jump prior, but couldn't control your nervousness and didn't reach inspection on time.

"Y/L/N, you're over 10 minutes late," your officer said to you with a shake of his head, "I'm assigning you to kitchen duty for the next three days."

Now, as you scooped up sauce that was definitely too grey for your liking, you rethought your decision to enrol in jump school, despite being only one of the few qualified to even be accepted.

"Goddamn," you heard a man say, and looked up to see the young man who had helped you, "Whattya doin' here, nurse? Don't tell me you quit to cook." You rolled your eyes in response and scooped up food for him.

"Failed my last jump," you grumbled, scrunching your nose, "I didn't make it to inspections on time."

He paused in his step, and looked at you sadly, "How about this? Meet me once your shift is over."

"What?" you asked, tilting your head and urging him to keep moving, as the men behind him started to push him forward.

"I'll be waiting out back!" he yelled over the noise of the mess hall.

***

Throwing your apron in a basket, you headed out the back door, greeted by the young man from earlier. He was leaning on the wall, a cigarette in his mouth. "Hi," you said, shocked that he really did wait, "Sorry I took so long, I had to clean up."

"Aw," he frowned, "You could've called me to help."

You smiled at him, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and taking a puff, "Yeah, then we could have yet another secret between us, right?" The man shrugged in response and invited you to go walk with him with a tilt of his head.

"So," he began, taking back his cigarette from you with a smile, "What's the matter with you? Why do you suck at standing up?"

"I-," you stuttered, slapping his arm gently, "Is that why you called me out here? To make fun of me?"

He let out a laugh, and you looked up at him. He had a straight nose, red hair, and the brightest eyes you've ever seen on anyone. "Naw, just wanted to talk to a pretty nurse," he replied, and you blushed, "Even though she can't hoist herself up without help."

You rolled your eyes, "I just get nervous okay? Then my knees and hands don't stop shaking, and by the time I'm calm, it's way too late."

"Well," he sighed, "I can't help you with that. This whole time, I thought your skull was just thick." He looked down at you with a twinkle in his eye. You furrowed your eyebrows and punched his arm playfully. As you walked back to your billet, he stopped and you stopped as well to face him, "This is the first time we've actually ever spoken huh?"

"Yeah, and it consisted of you calling me dumb," you said, and he let out yet another laugh, flicking away his cigarette.

"You may be dumb," he replied with a wink, "But you're brave as hell." It was your turn to laugh, but his face was serious. "For real," he continued, gripping your shoulder, "You're scared, but you do it anyway. If that's not bravery, what is?"

Shrugging, you flicked his hands off your shoulders with a smile. Maybe I am kind of brave, you thought to yourself. "And when it's the real thing," the young man said, "We'll be there to protect you, especially me."

"Thank you," you whispered, curling a strand of hair behind your ear, "That means a lot."

"If you'd like, nurse," he said once you reached the front of your billet, "I can teach you the next time we jump. You just gotta make sure you're right in front of me. It can be another one of our little secrets."

"I'd like that," you grinned, and he messed up the hair on your head, "I'm Y/N, by the way. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Edward Heffron. But please, for pete's sake, call me Babe."

#band of brothers #hbo war #hbowar #bob #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers imagines #band of brothers drabble #band of brothers oneshot #babe heffron #edward heffron #babe heffron x reader #edward heffron x reader #babe heffron imagine #babe heffron drabble #babe heffron fanfic #babe heffron oneshot #giana:parsuna

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imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul · 5 years

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Fake Boyfriend - Babe Heffron

On the eighth day of Christmas . . .

Pairing: Babe Heffron x Reader Word Count: 1,808 Synopsis: What the title says. Babe poses as the reader’s fake boyfriend for Christmas.

“You look glum,” Babe said, sliding into the chair next to yours at your favorite bar in Philly. You sighed, taking another drink of your beer.

“I’ve been better, Babe.”

“Hey, it’s almost Christmas, what could be so bad?”

“The fact that it’s almost Christmas and I’m still single.” Babe frowned, nodding at the bartender as he slid him his usual.

“Come on, you haven’t been home that long, I’m sure you’ll find someone-”

“I don’t care,” you said, waving your hand flippantly, “It’s my parents. Every fucking day they call and ask if I’m ready to settle down.”

“Are you?”

“I haven’t found anyone I’d like to settle with, so no, not yet.” Babe nodded, sipping his beer. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Your ma still wondering when you’re going to settle down?”

“Yes. But she’s less pushy than your mom.” You groaned, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“Oh, Babe, can I come to your house for Christmas?”

“Only if you want to drive down to Florida with my mother and sisters.”

“She’s going to Florida?”

“Left an hour ago.”

“So you don’t have any plans for Christmas?” you asked, picking up your head, hatching an idea.

“Nope.”

“That’s great.”

“Gee, what did I do to you?” You slapped his arm softly, smiling.

“No, this is great, Babe, because you can come home with me for Christmas. You can be my fake boyfriend.”

“Y/N, that sounds pretty risky.”

“It’ll be perfect. We already know a lot about each other, you’re alone this Christmas, and I am desperate,” you said, clutching his shirt. Babe laughed, pulling away from you.

“How long?”

“One weekend. My parents have a cottage up in the woods.”

“Just your parents?”

“My parents and my sister and her husband and kids.”

“How many?”

“Three.” Babe sighed, looking at himself in the mirror behind the bar.

“Fine.”

“Really?” you asked excitedly. He nodded as you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly. “Oh, you are the best friend, ever! Thank you! Thank you!”

“Ready?” you asked, climbing into Babe’s car after securing your presents in the trunk. He smiled at you, nodding. “Thank you again, so much. I owe you a million presents.”

“Hey, if your mom is as good of a cook as you say, you don’t owe me anything.” You smiled as he started the car, driving you deeper and deeper into the woods. Within an hour, after singing along to Christmas music the entire drive, you arrived at your parents’ cabin in the woods.

“Ready?” you asked again.

“Yes,” Babe said, climbing out of the car and grabbing your bags. “It’s gonna be fine,” he said, easing some of your nerves. You nodded as you walked up to the door with Babe in tow, knocking.

“Y/N!” your mother said immediately, throwing open the door. She embraced you and kissed your cheek a thousand times. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

“Me too,” you said, grabbing Babe’s hand to bring him into the house. “Mom, I want to introduce you to Babe.”

“Babe?” she said, looking in between you curiously.

“Sorry, ma’am, that’s an old nickname of mine, Edward Heffron,” he said, holding out his hand. Your mother beamed and you were suddenly very proud to have Babe as your friend and your fake boyfriend.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, ma’am.” She looked over at you as Babe dragged in the rest of your bags and presents and nodded approvingly.

“Where do you want us, Mom?”

“There are twin beds set up in your old room,” she said, carrying the presents into the living room.

“Twin beds?”

“Are you married?” your mother called.

“No,” you said, laughing softly.

“Then twin beds. Go get ready for dinner!” You led Babe up the stairs and dropped your bags down on the bed.

“How am I doing?”

“Amazing,” you said, touching his arm gently. “Thank you.”

“No problem. Now I’ve just got to meet your dad and sister and brother and-”

“Aunt Y/N!” The door burst open and your two nieces and nephew came running in. They tackled you onto the bed, all three of them hugging you.

“Hi, hi! Okay, get off!” They began tickling you, and you struggled to get away from them, falling off the bed. “Ouch.” Babe came over to help you stand, and you smiled your thanks to him.

“Who’s this?” your oldest niece asked, batting her eyelashes.

“This is Bab- Edward,” you said, stumbling awkwardly over your words. “My boyfriend.” They all laughed as they looked Babe up and down, making you both laugh.

“Mommy said you were going to be single forever.” Babe let out a ‘ha!’and you pinched his side.

“Well, I’m not. Where is Mommy?” you asked.

“Downstairs.”

“Why don’t you go find her?” They took the hint and ran back down the stairs. You looked over at Babe who was holding back a smile. “Don’t say it.”

“What? I think they’re cute. And you’re not going to be single forever.” You smiled as you opened the door to the bathroom.

“Well, thank you. I’m going to get changed for dinner.”

After dinner, you were all sitting around the fire, drinking hot chocolate. Babe had nailed dinner. He talked business with your father and brother in law, told stories that made your nieces and nephews giggle, and helped you and your mother and sister clean up after dinner.

You were sharing a loveseat next to the fire, watching Babe do a card trick for you, and failing horribly. You started making fun of him pretty heavily, making him play wrestle with you.

“Alright, kiddos,” your dad said, strolling back into the room. “Santa comes early tomorrow, so we all better get to sleep.” The little kids squealed excitedly and ran down the hall to their bedrooms. “You too, big kiddos.”

“Oh, Y/N,” your sister said, pulling you away from Babe as the four of you walked upstairs. “I left you a surprise in your room.”

“What?”

“You’ll have to find out,” she said, taking her husband’s hand and walking into their bedroom.

“Y/N?” You followed Babe’s voice into your bedroom and saw the surprise your sister had left for you. She shoved the two twin beds together.

“My sister said she had a surprise.”

“What do we do?”

“What do you mean?”

“If we push them apart, they’ll know something is up. And if we don’t . . .” he trailed off, blushing slightly.

“It’s just sleeping, Babe,” you said, pulling back the sheets on your bed. He laughed and pulled back the sheets on his side. You both crawled in before realizing you were still wearing your clothes.

“We should relax,” you said, laughing.

“Sleep will help.” After changing into your pajamas, you got back in bed and looked at each other.

“Thank you.”

“You don’t have to keep thanking me.” You shrugged as you shut your eyes. You reached out a hand to Babe and squeezed his. “Also, I don’t care what your family says, you’re not going to be single forever.”

You woke up the next morning, snuggled up into Babe’s arms. You weren’t even thinking about the fact that you were a fake couple because it felt so natural. You were about to fall back asleep when your mother’s voice woke you up.

“Y/N Y/M/N L/N!” You both shot out of bed, seeing your mother standing in the doorway. “What did I say about sharing a bed?”

“Sorry,” you said, crawling out as Babe still sat there in a sleepy daze.

“Wait until I tell your father!” She stormed down the hall as you cringed. Babe smirked, shaking his head.

“Oh, I’m so dead.”

“Merry Christmas,” Babe said.

“Merry Christmas,” you groaned.

After changing and getting chewed out by your mother, the two of you made your way downstairs. Your nieces were thrilled with their new dolls, and your nephew was setting up a train track around the tree.

“Aunt Y/N! Look!” You got down on the floor with your nieces, helping them style their dolls’ hair. After playing for a while, your mother started handing out presents. Your parents got you a watch, your sister got you a new sweater. As the present opening was coming to a close, your mother turned to Babe.

“What did you get Y/N, Edward?” You snorted at the sound of his God-given name.

“Oh, Mom, we were gonna exchange at home-”

“Don’t worry, I still brought your gift,” Babe said. You titled your head at him, not sure what he was talking about. He held out his hand and brought you up off the floor to sit next to him. “Hey, Margo, can you hand me that blue present there?” he asked your niece. She grabbed it and tossed it to Babe.

“What is this?”

“You’ll just have to open it, won’t you?” You smiled as you ripped open the package and found a jewelry box inside. You looked up at Babe before opening the box to reveal a gold chain necklace with an emerald stone.

“Babe.”

“Oh my!” your mother said, touching her heart.

“I can’t believe you did this.” Babe smiled, taking the necklace from you. He leaned in close to clasp it around your neck. “Thank you so much.” You hugged him tightly before pulling away, feeling awkward about your entire family watching.

“Oh come on, Y/N, that deserves a kiss.”

“Mom!”

“Come on! Kiss him.” Before your family could break out into a chant you leaned in to kiss Babe. You had known him for years now and never thought about kissing him. Sitting here, your lips entwined, you knew you seriously overlooked him.

“Merry Christmas,” Babe said when you pulled away.

“Merry Christmas,” you said, touching his cheek softly.

On the drive home from the cabin, you and Babe barely spoke. Your parents told you both that next year you two would return as a married couple. You tried to joke it off, but there was a definitely different mood between the two of you.

“Babe,” you said, about an hour down the road.

“Hmm?”

“I’m sorry my parents were so-”

“No, no, they were great.”

“I’m sorry I kissed you.” He snorted, shaking his head. “What?”

“Don’t ever apologize for something like that.” You chewed your lip, looking out the window. “Should we talk about it?”

“About what?”

“The kiss.”

“Oh. Right.” You waited for another moment, wondering who should talk first.

“I thought it was pretty great.” You laughed, sinking deeper into your seat.

“Me too.”

“I know this was fake, but do you maybe, I don’t know, want to-”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Babe smiled as you took his hand, holding it on top of your knee.

“Y’know, I think this is one of the best Christmases I’ve ever had.”

“Me too.”

#12 days of ficmas #babe heffron #babe heffron imagine #babe heffron oneshot #babe heffron fanfic #babe heffron fanfiction #babe heffron x reader #bob #bob imagine #bob fanfic #bob fanfiction #band of brothers #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers oneshot #band of brother fanfic #band of brothers fanfiction

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boizandgurlzinthehouse · 4 years

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hi!! could i get some fluffy babe heffron x female reader headcanons, how he likes to kiss n stuff like that? ur writing is adorable 💓💓💓💓

♡ 𝐩𝐝𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧 ♡

thank you so much <3 i involved this into a little story, i hope you don’t mind uwu

⟶ i think babe’s kisses leads you trough the whole war, like-

-when the two of you were back in the camp of toccoa, you two connected very fast; babe gave you tips for shooting, and you helped him in the academic classes and explained the strategic plans - but he know you are an angel because he saw when you helped lipton with needling his badges onto his jacket

-at first you two kissed when sobel assigned you and babe in one pair - you two were actually horrible at map reading, and when you wanted to go in one direction, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back; your chests colliding as your lips. babe’s hands cupped your cheeks, you stroked his hair and neck

-then you two pulled apart from each other, he began to apologize “i”m so sorry, y/n, i just... i wanted to do this a long ago and-” “don’t worry, babe, this was so good. but unfortunately, we still don’t know where we are.”

-it turns out that babe is the master of map-reading, but he just wanted to kiss you - and he’s the master of kissing too

-you two share slow, sloppy kisses at night in aldbourne, when you two should sleep, he hovers over you, leaning on his elbow carrying your waist, slowly sneaking up to your breasts, you can’t stop him

-he lives for the long make-out sessions, touching you anywhere and anyhow, stroking you, flourishing you, kissing you, being inside of you (yes, that’s one of his favourite places ehehe)

-before, during and after sex he kisses you countless time - if you would get one dollar everytime when you two share a kiss, oh darling, you would be a millionare

-in the middle of the war, you two aren’t able to have enough time with taking care of each other, the fast, almost-lip-touching kisses breaks your hearts

-babe never gonna admit it, but he liked it very much when the company camped in bastogne - despite of the fucking cold snow or the frosty wind - you two always shared a foxhole, a blanket, a hot cup of coffee, everything. he was afraid to touch you with his cold fingertips

-”don’t worry, honey, our lips are always warm. wanna see?” you smile weakly, he can’t stands this idea - your lips trembling a little bit because of the freeze, he takes your hand and tucks it under his jacket; you feel his warm skin, but don’t want him to get cold, your mind is foggy when he begins to bite your lower lip

-he can take control over you so easily, one touch on the right spot on your neck or just one simple, little bump of the teeths when you two want to swallow each other, and you are his

-”babe, i don’t want to hurt you, please, i can handle this” “no, babygirl, you hurt me so good, always hurt me so good”

-after his friend’s death, you can’t say anything that can make him happy - the sad kiss you two share breaks your heart too, suddenly he wraps his arms around your waist, buries his face in your neck, his cold nose brushing against your soft, warm skin

-”don’t worry, we gonna get through this, together, alright? i always gonna be with you, even if you don’t want to” you stroke babe’s hair, laughing quietly “you always gonna have me, sweetheart.”

-he wipes his tears of, but still hugging you, whispers into your ear, the heated air fills your frosty face on the left side - “if the war ends, i gonna take you with me to home, we gonna live together in one fucking average house with our fucking average dog, and when we wake up late, i gonna get you a diamond ring at the afternoon and- fuck, no, y/n. marry me, marry me alright and now, because i want to have you for the end of my life, don’t matter that i die when i’m old or just tomorrow. and i can’t deal with the thought that i don’t tell you everyday, every hour that how much i love you.”

-your eyes widen as the two of you look into each other’s eyes - “i want to marry you too, yes. i want to go with you anywhere better than anything” you whisper back

-the kiss after the proposal is so mind-blowing - you can’t decide that the german’s air force attacks the company, or this is just the pure happiness and need between you and babe

-you hold babe’s hand as you two walk thorugh the destroyed forest - now you have a complete goal, a very whole cause why you don’t want to die. he looks at you when you squeeze his hand, he squeezes back even stronger, but not that strong that hurt you

-”we gonna get through this, hm, babe?”

-he smiles at you widely, your heart now filled up with hope - you healed up him from the sadness with your love, he believes in this so hard

-”we get through everything together, babygirl.”

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caffeinated-fan · 5 years

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Boys don't cry.

*plonk, plonk, plonk* went a leaky tile.

Babe had been stuffed in this garden shed for twelve minutes now. He knew this because his watch, which was poking into his thigh, read 21:36. Bill said he'd be five minutes, TOPS. Bill also said he wouldn't ask the blonde Babe wanted to dance, yet Babe had danced with the brunette.

"I swear, if he's out feeling up some broad I'm never getting him another drink." He huffed, shifting his weight to his left leg. Why, might you ask, is he in a (tiny) garden shed? Oh, simple, his dress greens ripped. Along his zipper. While he was dancing. He sniffed his nose running, one good thing about Guarnere taking so long was he could squash down his emotions.

"BABE!" came a shout from outside

"I'm still in here Gaurno. Please tell me you found some thread?"

"I've gotta say, I tried I really did. But yo-" Bill started.

"Dammit," Babe thumped his head against the door. "Uuuuuuggggghhh, why, why me?"

Bill pushed the door open, he stumbled a little climbing out. Bill gave him a reassuring pat on the back. Babe shuffled away a little, clasping his hands in front and staring fixedly ahead.

"Babe, come on let's head back to the house, we've had our fun." He tried to cheer him up. A huff escaped Babe.

"I know you're trying to make me feel better, but you can head back inside. I'll be just fine." He started walking putting his hands in his pockets trying to cover the hole.

Bill really wanted to go back inside, the blonde, Natalia was chatty but sweet. And he saw Buck throwing darts with Luz. Yet the image of Babe, poorly, trying to keep his dignity intact was enough to make him catch up.

Babe glanced over looking like he wanted him to go away and have fun. With Bill glaring like that he decided not to. Throwing his arm over Babe's shoulders they walked back to the house they were billeted in. The man there was nice, although he insisted they never bring home anyone, not even other troopers.

Soon enough they were outside 28 Palling. It was an unassuming house, with a small flowering bush by the gate. Babe didn't like that bush, it made him sneeze and cry. The pair entered the home and started up the stairs.

"Edward? William? You boys alone?" Mr. Briggs also insisted on their full first names.

"Yes, sir." They replied and kept walking.

The room they shared, in their collective opinion, sucked. It had a lumpy queen mattress tucked into a corner with an even more warped nightstand beside it. The sheets also smelled like hay no matter how often they left them outside. Babe tried not to stomp on his way to his footlocker, Mr Briggs didn't approve of 'pouting children.'

"You know," Babe started, "I bet if my stupid pants didn't rip, I'd be having myself a grand time right about now." Bill could only roll his eyes, since Babe got his 'dear john' he had had terrible luck with girls. But he had a hunch, Babe was scared. Bill folded his dress pants and hung up his shirts. I can't blame the kid, but he shouldn't be nervous. One girl not likein' ya doesn't mean the others will hurt you. But, the way they traveled in packs made it a little hard to single one out. It was as if they had a secret code. 'No, not him far too loud' or 'THAT ONE! Oh but the girl over there wants him, oh well'.

Babe faceplanted onto the bed and felt a spring break below him.

"Bill, am I unloveable?" ABORT MISSION. The second Babe said it he regreted it. What weak shit was that? He was fine he was a guy, he didn't care! ...but he really really did.

"Babe, listen I think maybe you're...how do I put this?" Bill wished Webster was here, he probably knew some weird word that would work well. "Unconsciously avoiding possible failure?"

"So...now I'm a failure?" Babes muffled and confused voice asked from the bed.

"YOU ARE NOT A- I mean no. That's not what I meant." WHERE DID THAT COME FROM? WHY DID I YELL?? IM STILL YELLING!

Babe rolled over and scrunched his face at him. Rubbing a hand over his face Bill sat down.

"The hell did you yell for?"

"...Thats unimportant. The important thing is, you aren't meaning to but you're not going after girls like you would normally."

"Bill, I'm TRYING! Really, they're all just so..." Scary? Weird? Not B- no. "Really, I'm trying." Shifting to the side of the bed by the well Babe faced away from Guarnere.

Bill sighed, this was difficult. Lying down and staring at the ceiling the two stayed still for awhile. Babe shuffled a little closer.

"Hey Bill?"

"Yeah Babe?"

"Can I cry? Without you telling nobody?"

"Yeah Babe, I won't tell a soul." Bill reached over and pulled Babe a little closer, thinking of his brother making nearly the same deal with him.

Babe wouldn't tell anyone, but once Bill really fell asleep he climbed up onto his chest a little to listen to his heartbeat, atleast knowing he was there was enough for Babe. It was going to have to be enough. Just knowing he was there, out of reach, but still there for him.

#band of brothers #bill guarnere #babe heffron #Eady company #easy company #drabble #oneshot #fluff

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we-always-hit-our-ass · 4 years

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✎ Masterlist ✐

Key: ✰- Fluff ✶- Angst -------------

Fics/Oneshots

Joseph Liebgott

A Girl Worth Fighting For ✰

Joe wanted to find a purpose to fight the war other than for glory and victory for his country. He wanted to find something better than that. He wanted a girl worth fighting for. And you were that girl worth fighting for. +5k words

Worry-Free ✰✶

As happy as you and Joe were when you found out you were pregnant, you knew it was going to be difficult--who were you kidding? However in the end, you and Joe knew that no matter what--the both of you will get through this together. +5k words

George Luz

Pecks and Clementines ✰

A simple interaction shared between you and George leaves him enamored and he finds himself having feelings for you. You soon follow suit. Who knew giving clementines could get you someone as amazing as George? +7.1k words

Donald Malarkey

What the Future Holds ✰

You and Malarkey spend a day with each other, with not a care in a world. Sooner or later, the topic of home pops up and the two of you discuss your future together +1.6k words

Eugene Roe

Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder- Pt. 1✶, Pt. 2 ✶✰

Following your absence, hope grows thinner with each passing day. It also doesn’t help that Cobb doesn’t know when to shut his mouth. +2.8k words

Familiar ✰

Fate really has a strange way of bringing people together, those two people happening to be a certain Cajun medic and you--his childhood best friend. +1.5k words

Ronald Speirs

Cold Mornings, Warm Nights ✰✶

Who expected that the intimidating and ruthless Ronald Speirs would indulge you in tender embraces during cold nights in Bastogne? But the attitude he gives you in the morning has agitated you for a while now and you decide to confront him. +4.5k words

Floyd Talbert

Flyboy ✰

It’s been a while since you had the time to enjoy yourself, and you finally get to spend it with the boys at the Currahee Party. On the journey back to the barracks, you drunkenly slip out a few words to a certain guy you have your eyes on. +3.7k words

Joe Toye

Dance Freely, Love ✰✶

You wake up to see a note that your long-time boyfriend has left for you on a drawer and its contents leave you heartbroken. Time passes by and word gets by of your boyfriend in the hospital. Finally visiting him, tears and fulfilled promises ensue. +4.9k words

Richard Winters

Right Here ✰✶

The panic attack happened so fast you didn’t even know what happened. Lost and alone and not knowing what to do, you felt helpless. But when your husband comes to comfort you, all your worries disappear. +2.7k words

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Headcanons

Bill Guarnere

Hate to Love with Bill Guarnere HCs ✰

Babe Heffron

First Date with Babe Heffron HCs ✰

Shifty Powers

First Date with Shifty Powers HCs ✰

Ronald Speirs

Fluffy/General Ronald Speirs HCs ✰

Floyd Talbert

Domestic Floyd Talbert HCs ✰

Joe Toye

General/Fluffy Joe Toye HCs ✰

David Webster

First Date with David Webster HCs ✰

#band of brothers #my masterlist #band of brothers masterlist

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ithinkabouttzu · 1 year

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BoB reaction to sleeping with you for the first time (18+) pt.2

Genre: smut; romance

Warnings: Intercourse, fingering, oc receiving, masc. receiving, unsafe sex, dirty talk, daddy kink,

Description: BoB reaction to doing *it* with you for the first time

*gn reader*

Dick Winters

He’s so respectful the whole time, he would start very slow, just kissing and getting a feel of your body. The whole time he would be so soft though, he really wants to enjoy this intimate time with you so he would so so sweet and slow, “Are you okay” or “Does this feel good/bad?” He makes sure you’re comfortable and never wants to make you uncomfortable. When it actually happens, the whole time he just reminds you how much he loves you and how good you make him feel, “You’re so gorgeous honey, you know that right?” He definitely makes sure you finish first and is constantly giving you kisses throughout. Afterwards he is so caring and sweet to you, still giving you thousands of kisses and reminding you how much he loves you. He’ll probably make you guys a nice warm back for you two to relax in.

Floyd Talbert

Bro has been WAITING for this moment. He is so ready to give you the best you’ve ever had, like after you’ll definitely be feeling so much fun and wild. He wouldn’t waste much time, feeling and kissing anywhere he can get his hands on, Foreplay would be PHENOMENAL I think, maybe 69 or something that incorporates both parties, he would be so good at pleasing you with him fingers and mouth, literally making you a total mess by the time he was done with you. “You want it baby? How bad do you want it?” He would definitely make you beg a little before putting it inside of you. I think he would like you calling him Daddy, like if you scream that out he would go crazy, slamming into you like you were the last person in the planet. “How good is Daddy doing? “You like my cock baby?” man’s is a total dirty talker. After he would be very chill and cuddly, not really vocal about how good it was, but definitely shows it through his body language.

Skip Muck

He is so cute the whole time, tries to not make it awkward by making a couple funny jokes at first which end up making it even more awkward because the jokes were not funny 🤣 he would be more timid to touch and feel around at first, probably just wanting you to make the first moves and try not to make you uncomfortable, until you said something along the lines of, “Please fuck me” and after that it was a longgg night. He would feel his way around your body so quickly and nice, foreplay with him would be so good too, he would make SURE you feel 100% good before he even tries to fuck you. Once he finally did it would be hard for him to control himself, pounding into you uncontrollably fast and rough, it would feel absolutely amazing. I think he would also like eye contact tbh, just getting you see you and look you in the eyes when you climax is good enough to make him cum. “I love you so much” he would be so sweet throughout too omg 🥹

Don Malarkey

he is an ANGEL. He will literally make you feel like a queen/king the whole time. He just wants to please you and make you feel good. He loves you so much and is such a giver in the bedroom. he is a FOREPLAY KING and will literally make you cry tears of joy before he even fucks you, “You’re doing so well, just wait a little long for me, okay love?” AHHH omg, don’t even get me started on how nice he would look with his muscles out omg, When it actually happens he’s so nice, he would go teasingly slow, until you ask him to speed up. “You feel so good doll, you know that?” He would kiss you the whole time, maybe even hold your hand, either way he’s super sweet and tries his best to make it as special as possible for you. Afterwards he’s even sweeter, holding you, rubbing your back, and reassuring you, if you’re hungry or need water he will be glad to get it. You honestly got him whipped after that.

Babe Heffron

When you tell him that you want to do “it” for the first time mans is SUPRISED i mean, he’s happy as shit but he’s also just shocked, he definitely wasn’t expecting you to be to straight up about it but he’s glad you said something, he would start probably more quickly, mans doesn’t want to waste much time, he would lay you down and just start completely kissing all over you, leaving little marks and hickies all over your neck and chest. He would always ask for your permission before he decided to touch another part of your body or do something different to your body, “Is this alright sweetheart?” Omg and don’t even get me started on when he actually sees you naked for the first time, he falls in love all over again, like he just has to touch and feel every part of you, if he wasn’t hard then, he is DEFINITELY hard now. When he finally starts fucking you, he can’t help but let out a long, deep sigh from the feeling, he will let you know just how good you’re making him feel, “Baby, you wrap around me so nicely” He would be so breathy when talking to you, like you just took the breath completely out of his lungs the whole entire time.

Shifty Powers

So kind and gentle the whole time, “Are you sure y/n?” He is lowkey so nervous at first, one because he doesn’t want to mess anything up or embarrass himself, second because you are GORGEOUS and he thinks he will finish too quick. He would start off very very slow, he doesn’t want to rush the moment at all and is honestly nervous as hell, I think you would end up taking the reins after both of you take off your clothes, just him alone and seeing his hard on is enough foreplay for you. Both of you would have your hands all over the place, He would let you set the tempo the whole time and would ask to touch you before just to make sure, while inside of you I think he could get vocal, it would be more of hidden moans but you just feel too good for him. Seeing you on top of him, riding on him, is just enough to make him cum alone, you are so gorgeous to him. Afterwards he’s would he so so sweet to you, even though he is so sleepy he would get you anything you need to clean up and a million cuddles after that

Frank Perconte

Before he would set everything up and make sure almost everything was perfect, from the candles to the color of the flowers. He would be so gentle, just because he would be more afraid to accidentally hurt you or something, he would also know what he’s doing to, his embrace would be so comforting and sweet, toppled with the almost unbearable pleasure coming from his fingers inside of you. You would cum multiple times before you guys actually started. You would have to beg him for it, he would want you to say it with your own words how bad you want it. Once you guys started, he would talk you through it the whole time, praising you, reminding you how beautiful you and your body is. “You’re amazing baby, every bit of you” He wouldn’t choke you, but he’d have his hand lightly around your neck/jaw area, rubbing your cheek softly with his thumb. “You feel so great babe, you know that right?” After he would be so gentle with you, softly cleaning you up with a damp towel and hugging you softly. “I’m so glad you’re here y/n, I love you”

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mccall-muffin · 1 year

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Little Kitty - Part 1 // Babe Heffron x Reader

Summary: When Babe was sent to Easy Company, they were stationed in Aldbourne. At home, he had a girl and everything - but just as they are about to jump, she dumps him. Babe doesn't really care cause she wasn't really interesting. But what happens if he meets THE girl.

Warnings: Language, War, Drinking, Fluffy SMUT

A/N: Okay, so this is for my bestie @liebgotts-lovergirl!! Thank you so much for inspiring and encouraging me! Thanks to her, that lovely person, I had an idea for a Babe Heffron (that Cutie-Pie) Story (which we don't have enough of either). Hope you like it, Honey!

July 18, 1944 - Aldbourne, England

"God dammit," Babe grumbles as he lowers the letter he has just received. He lets his gaze slide to the floor and runs the words he read through his head again. "What's up, Babe?" he hears his friend Bill ask. He lifts his gaze again and looks at him before holding up the letter. "I kind of suspected it," he adds, holding out the letter to Bill. The latter reads through it briefly before crumpling it and tossing it away. "Oh, come on... She wasn't the one if she's that fast and loose if you know what I mean." Bill puts a hand on Babe's shoulder and pushes him toward the plane.

They are currently standing on the airfield waiting for the order to board the planes. Of course, Babe received the letter at that exact moment. "Forget about her," Bill adds. As they stand next to their plane, Babe falters. "You've got to be kidding me!" Bill follows his friend's gaze and can't suppress a laugh. Someone has painted a pinup girl on the side of the plane and named it 'Darlin'-Doris' of all things. "Now that's what I call irony," Bill is still laughing, but Babe isn't quite sure what to make of it.

"Okay, listen up!" They suddenly hear Winters call out. "Easy company! Gather around me," he continues to shout. The two Philly boys line up as well. "The mission has been canceled! We're moving back to Aldbourne." Annoyed groans break out among the men. "Fourth fucking time they've canceled this shit!" curses Joe Toye, trudging past Bill and Babe. Bill, however, wears a grin on his face. "Well, there's one benefit to it," he says, patting Babe on the shoulder again. "There's no risk now that you'll be in Doris again." Bill laughs his typical laugh, and Babe can't help grinning, either.

By evening, the company is already back in Aldbourne. Of course, everyone wanted to go to the pub as soon as they returned, including Babe, Johnny Julian, and J.D. Henderson. It's a lot easier for Babe as a replacement since Bill took him in right away, but Johnny and J.D. have yet to prove themselves.

Babe is so not in the mood that night. The letter from Doris is still buzzing around in his head, so he says goodbye to the others relatively early to go home.

So now, Babe strolls through the streets of Aldbourne. He is in no hurry to get home, but he can't stay in the pub either. Then, he stops abruptly when he spots a group of young people across the street. There you stand. So beautiful in your summer dress. The Y/H/C hair was perfectly coiffed, and the make-up was applied just right. Not too much, but not too little, either. Babe can't help but stare at you. He takes a step on the street in your direction as if remote-controlled, but then immediately stops again. 'What am I doing,' he thinks to himself, 'Have you checked her out, Heffron? She is so out of your league. Besides, surrounded by friends.' Babe is still staring at you before he sighs dreamily.

It seems you and your friends are on your way to the pub. Babe has stopped, looks after you, and thinks about going to the pub again to meet you 'by chance.' Uncertainly Babe looks at you again and again and again in the direction where the family lives with whom he is accommodated.

However, something happens to make his decision easier when he looks back at you. A little stray kitten brushes against your legs, and you can't resist kneeling to pet it. The little kitten hops onto the stairs of a store, and you follow it. When it lies down and stretches out its belly to you, you have to smile before you continue petting it. Your friends have already moved on without noticing that you have stopped.

For Babe, it's a sign. He sees himself in his mind's eye, playing with the stray kittens in the streets of South Philly over and over again, bringing them food when they had something to spare themselves.

In his thoughts, Babe didn't even notice that he crossed the street quickly and now stopped two meters away from you. It seems as if you magically attract him. His mouth stays open when you look up, and he looks into your Y/E/C eyes. You smile at the sight of him and turn to face him. "Hello," you say kindly, snapping Babe out of his thoughts. "Can I help you?" you continue to ask, and he scratches the back of his head uncertainly. "I uh..." he stammers. You smirk at his awkwardness and take a step toward him. "Hey, Y/N! You coming?" Your friends shout who have now finally noticed that you've been lagging. "You guys go ahead. I'll be right behind," you call back, then turn back to Babe.

"I uh... I was wondering if you... If I could buy you a drink?" he finally asks. You smile softly at him before biting your lips briefly. "I don't know," you then say. "I was taught that I shouldn't accompany strangers." Amusement resonates in your voice. Babe looks at you for a second before briefly wiping his sweaty hands on his uniform and then holding his hand to you. "Jesus. Sorry about that. I uh. Edward Heffron, but everyone calls me Babe," he says. You laugh out loud and take his hand. "Babe?" you ask, amused, and he shrugs. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N." "Pretty name," Babe says, still shaking your hand until he sees your raised eyebrow and pulls his hand back.

"Sorry," he then stammers. You're making him nervous, something that doesn't usually happen to him so quickly. Babe knows he can be a little awkward sometimes when it comes to women, but most of the time, he put on a mask, and then it kind of worked out.

You eye Babe for a moment. He's very handsome, and you find his awkward, almost scatterbrained manner totally cute as well. "I'd love to have a drink with you," you finally say, and Babe exhales in relief. Then he smiles and holds his arm for you to hook up. You take his arm, and he leads you to the pub.

Outside the door, he opens it for you and lets you enter. "Thank you," you say with a smile. Babe is still smiling broadly at you. Then you both look around for a table. It's pretty crowded, but that doesn't surprise either of you. Since the soldiers have been here, you know they keep crowding the pubs, and Babe was just here.

"Babe? I thought you were leaving..." you both then hear a voice. Babe immediately turns around and spots Johnny right away. "Johnny... Yeah, I made it too," Babe directly interrupts him, and Johnny looks at him in irritation. When Babe barely notices him pointing his head over, Johnny quickly catches on. "Ah, nice," he says, smiling briefly at you. "John Julian," he says and politely sticks his hand out to you. "Y/N Y/L/N," you say back politely as well. "I'll see you later, Babe," Johnny says, giving Babe a quick pat on the shoulder.

When Babe finally spots a free table, he leads you over to it. He pulls your chair back for you to sit down. "What can I get you?" Babe asks you with a smile. "A cider, please." "Coming right up," he says, walking to the bar. You watch him go, smiling. You put a hand to your lip, wondering if it's a smart idea to get involved with an American soldier. On top of that, a soldier who is going off to war and may never return.

When Babe returns, you thank him with a smile. You clink glasses and take a sip. "And you're from here?" Babe asks, and you nod. "Born and raised. Where are you from? Aside from the obvious." Babe smiles. "East Coast, South Philadelphia," he says. You're still talking a little about each other, your families, and your friends when another soldier with a heavy accent sits at your table. "Hey, Heffron, what's up? I thought you were leaving?" he asks as his eyes fall on you. "Oh, who do we have here?" Babe sighs. "Bill, this is Y/N," Babe introduces you. "Y/N, this here is Bill Guarnere. He's from Philly as well." You nod knowingly and smile.

"Doris, who?" Bill whispers in Babe's ear, then grins at him. Doris. She hasn't even crossed Babe's mind since he spotted you.

Bill, Babe, and you sit at the table for a while longer, drinking and talking. You laugh a lot that night. Babe and Bill are a decidedly amusing duo; you must hand it to them. Bill quickly notices that Babe is very fond of you because he catches his friend looking at you repeatedly. And with a very meaningful look.

"Hey, Mick, when will you ask the pretty lady to dance?" Bill then asks and nudges Babe. He looks at his friend, startled at first, but then turns to you. "Um..." he stammers, but you're already standing up. "Come on," you say, taking his hand before dragging him onto the dance floor. He takes your hand in his and begins to lead you. You quickly realize that this is something he is very good at. Babe leads you across the dance floor and twirls you around. Laughing, you let him do it, and whenever he pulls you back against his chest, an exciting feeling spreads through you.

When the song is over, you both applaud, and the band plays something slower. Babe looks you in the eye, and you smile encouragingly at him. So he takes you by the hand again, puts one against the small of your back, and pulls you toward him. Your faces are only inches apart as you slowly move to the rhythm of the music. You look into each other's eyes as you do so. Babe notices his heart starting to beat faster. God, you just knock his socks off.

When this song is over, you sit back down with Bill, who is now in the company of Joe Toye, George Luz, and Buck Compton. Babe introduces you to everyone and then gets you another round.

The evening is winding down, and you notice the alcohol that has flowed today. Slightly tipsy, you let Babe lead you out of the bar. "Can I walk you home?" he asks, and you nod. Again, you hook up with him and point the way.

As the two of you arrive, stumbling slightly at your house, you stop. "Here it is," you say, smiling at him. Babe takes your hands in his and looks at you. "I really had fun tonight," he says. "Me too." "Can I see you again?" You bite your lips for a moment, then smile softly at him. "I'd like that." "That... That's good." For a moment, you both stand there looking at each other.

Then Babe hesitantly leans down to you. You close your eyes and then feel his lips softly on yours.

You both break away from each other and look into each other's eyes again. "Very good," Babe says still, which makes you laugh. "Good night Babe," you say, opening the garden gate in front of your house. "Good night, Y/N. I look forward to seeing you again." "Me too." You wave goodbye to him again before disappearing inside the front door.

Babe can hardly believe it. You let him kiss you. And you want to see him again. He's feeling like the luckiest man in the world right now because you're definitely the most incredible woman in the world. At least if he has his way. Happily, Babe walks home down the street. Bill was right: Doris, who?

You and Babe met a few times after that. You went dancing often and had fun together. You also became very good friends with Bill and quickly realized he was someone to joke around with.

September 13, 1944 - Aldbourne, England

That evening you are back at the pub. After some dancing, Babe plays a round of darts with his people, and you sit at a table with your friends. "I'm going to head home," you say as you realize you're starting to get pretty tired. "What, already?" asks Mary, looking at you in surprise. "Yeah, I'm tired." "Don't forget to say goodbye to your cavalier," Lisa says with a wink, and I nudge her. "Goodbye? Knowing dear Babe, he won't let her go alone anyway," now Mary laughs again. "Can you stop that?" you ask, rolling your eyes in annoyance. "What? It's just the truth." You wave it off with a laugh, then walk over to Babe.

"Hey," he says immediately, kissing you on the cheek. "Hey. I'm heading home," you say, smiling gently at him. "Okay, I'll be ready in a minute. Just one more shot," Babe says directly, and you realize that your friends are right. Babe would never let you go alone. You watch him throw the last dart and then turn back to you. "All right, we're good to go," he says, and you wave goodbye to Bill and Joe. "Bye, Y/N. And behave, Babe!", Bill calls after you.

As you walk along the curb, Babe takes your hand in his. You smile at him from the side, and adrenaline surges through you. He has this effect on you, and you on him.

Arriving at your house, you stop. "Thanks for bringing me home, Babe," you say with a smile before wrapping your arms around his neck and gently kissing him. Babe returns the kiss immediately, pulling you closer to him by your hips. "The last few weeks with you have been the greatest, Y/N," Babe whispers against your lips as you pull away from each other. "You could almost forget why we're here."

You look into his eyes, and a small wave of sadness washes over you. You realize that it could be time for him to leave you any day. That they're going to war. "Do you want to come inside?" you ask then, surprised yourself at your question, but it just came out of your lips. Also slightly surprised, Babe looks at you. You swallow nervously and lower your gaze. "I'd love to," he says, and you look at him again. Then you open the door and let him in. "My parents are visiting my Aunt Bethany in Eddington," you say, turning on the light in the entryway.

Babe looks around for a moment and then smiles back at you before you lead him into the kitchen. "Tea?" you ask, already preparing the pot. "I'd love some," he returns. "We could sit in the garden later if you want. I love that spot," you say as you put on the tea. You startle slightly as Babe hugs you from behind and presses a quick kiss to your neck. "If you love it, then I love it," he whispers, and the little hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

Babe steps away from you again, and you bring the tea, some milk and honey, and two cups outside. Your garden has a small table with two chairs and a small lounge sofa. You sit down, and you pour the tea. "Thanks," Babe says, looking at you again before you sit down next to him. Babe puts an arm around you and pulls you to him. "I already know why you love this spot," he says after a while of silence. You put your head on his shoulder and take a quick look around.

Your parents' garden is large and has many bushes and flowering shrubs. When it's dark outside, you can watch the stars wonderfully.

Babe gently strokes your shoulder and takes your other hand in his. "Y/N... I really enjoy the time with you so much. You are special; I knew that from the first time I saw you on the street. I just had to take you out." The butterflies in your stomach come to life, and you look Babe in the eye. He smiles at you, but then the smile on his face slowly disappears. You frown at him. "What's wrong?" you ask, "Y/N we... We can't forget why I'm here. They could move us any day." You lower your eyes, and Babe puts a hand on your cheek. "I want to see you again, Y/N. When this is all over, I will come back to you!"

Babe leans forward and kisses you. You return the kiss and then look at him. "I know you have to go. I knew that from the beginning when I accepted your invitation. I didn't think you'd mean so much to me in such a short time, but you do, Babe. And when you return, I'll be here waiting for you." Now it's you kissing him. "We should enjoy our time," you whisper against his lips before carefully climbing onto his lap.

Babe's hands are on your hips, and his thumbs trace tender circles on them. You look down at him from above and smile at him. Then you take his face in your hands. "I'm so glad we met, Babe," you whisper before kissing him.

Babe wraps his arms tighter around you and pulls you closer to him. His tongue runs over your lower lip, and you open your mouth. Tenderly your tongues dance with each other, and you stroke gently through Babe's hair. Without breaking the kiss, you begin to undo the top buttons on his shirt. Suddenly, Babe stops and breaks away from you. He looks at you, smiling softly. "Y/N..." he says, then looks to the side. He seems like he doesn't know how he wants to phrase something. "What's wrong?" you inquire, therefore. "I... If we... If we keep doing this..." he says, pointing at both you and himself before looking down between you.

You quickly understand what he's trying to tell you. You stroke his cheek and smile at him. "It's okay," you say then, and he looks up in surprise. You bite your lip before smiling again. "I want it," you say, and your voice is nothing more than a whisper. You've never gone further with a man than making out. But with Babe, you would go further. "Are you sure?" he asks again, and you nod.

Babe puts a hand on your cheek and kisses you passionately. You feel something stirring inside you. This man is driving you crazy. His hands caress your legs and under your dress before pausing just below your butt. Again you start to undo the buttons on his shirt, but then he suddenly lifts you up. You hold your arms around his neck again as Babe carries you inside. "Upstairs, first door on the right," you whisper to him with a laugh, and Babe takes that way.

Once in your room, he sits you down on the bed so you're still sitting on his lap. When you finally have all his buttons undone, you push his shirt over his shoulders. Tenderly you run your fingers over his shoulders and briefly take his dog tags in your hand. You run your finger over the cold metal before looking Babe in the eye again. Then you carefully stand up and take a step back.

Slowly, you begin to undo the buttons of your dress. Babe watches you with his mouth slightly open, and as you let your dress fall over your shoulders to the floor, the corners of his mouth twitch upward. You're wearing an undergarment and bra, along with stockings, including garters. "You're just beautiful," Babe whispers, now standing up as well. He kisses you tenderly and strokes his fingers over your arms and then your side. Again, Babe lifts you up and gently lays you on the bed.

He spreads soft kisses over your neck, cleavage, and stomach. You begin to tremble with excitement. Babe, however, seems to know what he's doing. Without stopping to continue caressing you, he begins to unzip his pants and then takes them off before kissing you again. You run your fingertips under his undershirt, which he still wears, and push it up until he pulls it over his head. You briefly examine his body. You can see he is trained from all the military training, but on the other hand, he is skinny. Wondering, you run your fingers over his chest, which makes Babe chuckle.

Then it's not long before the last of your clothes land on the floor, too. Your breathing quickens, and you become slightly nervous. It's almost time. Your first time. Babe seems to have read your mind because he tenderly strokes your cheek. "Don't worry. I'll be careful, and if I hurt you in any way or you change your mind, you'll say so, okay?" You smile. How can a man be as sweet as he is? You nod and wince slightly when you suddenly feel his hand on your middle.

Babe smiles at you and then kisses you again as he caresses you with one hand. You tear your eyes open. "Jesus," you breathe, and he can't help but laugh briefly. "You're so sweet, you know that?" he asks, then briefly kisses your nose, making you giggle. Then he continues. Something awakens in your lower body, and your breathing quickens. Babe, meanwhile, kisses your neck and collarbone before he starts nibbling on your earlobe. "Babe," you moan then, but immediately slap your hand over your mouth. "It's okay, darling. I like it when you say my name," Babe says, turning his attention back to your neck.

You can't help but make pleasing sounds at his tender and loving actions. When Babe kisses you again, you wrap your arms around him and pull him closer to you. "Y/N..." he says, amused. "Come on, Babe, I think I know enough to know that's not all there is to it," you speak with a grin, and Babe is surprised at your boldness. He smiles and then places himself between your legs. You feel him at your entrance and look him in the eyes. "I'll be careful, I promise," he repeats his words from earlier. He reaches between the two of you to place himself more precisely before he carefully begins to thrust into you. You feel him. You can't tell yet how to find the sensation, but the further he penetrates, the more he tenses.

Suddenly, you feel a slight pain. "Ah!" you startle, and Babe immediately pauses in his movement. "Are you okay? Does it hurt?" "No, I'm fine," you lie, hoping the pain will disappear. And it does. Babe takes his hand back out from between you and props himself up next to your torso. "You okay?" he asks, and you nod. "Okay." Babe begins to move slightly.

With each movement, the feeling of him inside you becomes more comfortable, if not downright good. Again, your breathing speeds up. The feeling is similar to the one you had earlier, yet it's different. As Babe notices that you seem to be enjoying it, his movements become even faster. You notice that his breathing is also faster and more halting than before. He looks you in the eyes before kissing you passionately again.

After a while of tenderness, Babe props himself off of you again. "Darling, I don't think it'll be much longer," he says, and you nod knowingly at him. Suddenly the muscles on his body tighten, and after a few more thrusts, he gasps before slumping slightly. "Jesus Christ," he says, then looks back at you. He kisses you and then pulls out of you.

Babe is lying on his back, out of breath and sweaty, on your bed. It doesn't take a second, though, and he's got his arms around you and pulling you to him. "That was amazing," he says, and you nod into the crook of his neck. He spreads the blanket over you and then strokes the bare skin on your back. "I meant that, by the way. That what I said. I'll come back to you, Y/N," he says, and you absently draw circles on his chest. "You promise?" you ask, and he gently pushes you away from him to look into your eyes. "I promise you, Y/N. And I promise you something else. When this war is over, I will do everything in my power to marry you." You widen your eyes and open your mouth in surprise. "I love you, Y/N." You immediately begin to smile. Joy, adrenaline, and warmth spreads through you. "I love you too, Babe," you say back and then kiss him stormily.

Babe pulls you back to his chest, and together, lying in each other's arms, you fall asleep.

The following day you are awakened by the sun's rays shining through the window. "Good morning, beautiful," Babe says, kissing you, "Good morning," you say, grinning. "Oh, I could get used to this. Waking up and having the most beautiful woman in the world next to me." You smile and playfully punch him in the shoulder. Then he looks at his watch. "Shit!" he curses, almost rushing out of bed. Quickly, he gets dressed. "Sorry, Y/N. I have to," he says, nearly falling as he tries to put on his pants. You can't help but smirk.

"It's okay," you laugh, standing up and pulling on your robe. "I know you have something to do," you say, straightening his tie. "I love you. Have I told you?" he asks, and you grin before kissing him. "Yeah, but I can't hear it enough." Again you kiss, but then Babe has to leave. "I'll come visit you tonight, beautiful," he calls out as you see him off in your front doorway. Just as he's about to walk out the gate, he looks at you again, turns back, runs up to you, and presses another kiss to your lips. "I love you!" "And I love you," you call after him, and then he's gone.

You smile and grab your lips as you close the door behind you. You can't wait to see him again.

What you don't know, however, is that this afternoon Babe's entire company is being transferred to Upottery, and you won't see him for a long time.

Part 2

#Band of Brothers #Babe Heffron #Babe Heffron x Reader #bobedit #hbowar #hbo series #OneShot #Edward Heffron #Babe Heffron Story #Just for you my bestie!

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himbowelsh · 4 years

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Oh my lord, I went through your shiftab tag and read the secret admirer oneshot, it was so cute! 😭 I know you aren't taking requests for those particular prompts but if possible, could you write a similar 'secret admirer' storyline for winnix or baberoe? Gosh please I'd die of happiness!

i have... done the thing. went with baberoe, because honestly i’m never not craving more content between those two, and there are considerably more ghosts than you probably wanted, but i really hope you enjoy, darling!!!

(read here on ao3)

Every one of his better instincts — and, contrary to popular belief, Babe does have a few — is screaming that this is an awful idea.

Quit your Irish dancing around the problem and fuckin’ do it, Bill would say, if only Bill were here. Babe knows exactly what advice Bill Guarnere would give — he can hear it in Bill’s voice, like the man’s shouting it, an entire ocean away. Still, an imagined echo is no substitute for the real thing. Babe can dream up as many Guarnere platitudes as his brain can handle... but they still won’t solve the problem in front of him now.

Namely, a blank piece of paper.

“God dammit,” he says out loud. “I don’t know how to do this.”

There’s no one around to hear him. More and more nowadays, there isn’t. He never used to talk to himself before — that was always something crazy people did, in Babe’s experience, and he could be called a lot of things, but crazy was never one of ‘em. People like Crazy Joe McKloskey could stand on the street corner talking to a lamppost like it could understand him. That’s fine, because it was crazy Joe. Babe Heffron, who delivered papers and chased his brothers through the backstreets of South Philly, never talked to himself... maybe because he was never alone.

To be fair, he’s at war, and it’s tough to be alone in a company of a hundred other guys. He’s gotten good at it, though. Gene was the one who showed him how to seek out peace when he needed it, taught him all the good places to hide, how to go away somewhere in your head the rest of the world couldn’t reach. He’d never needed those skills before, but now that he’s learned them, they’ve proved invaluable. More and more nowadays, with nothing to do but soak in the Austrian summer, Babe finds himself wanting to be alone.

Yeah, sometimes he talks to himself... only because the people he wants to be around, the people who damn well should be here, aren’t.

You’re overthinking it, the voice in his head that sounds too much like Julian declares. When Babe looks up, he can almost see him — his old buddy, leaning back on a crate on the other side of the musky garret room. Julian has a way of lounging that was so casual it made him look boneless. He was a spreader, too — how many damn times did Babe have to shove him to the other side of the foxhole because Julian’s knee was digging into one of his damn organs? The kid liked to take up space. His ghost absorbs it now, studying Babe with a sort of mocking smirk. Look. Practically tearing your hair out, and you’ve barely even written a word yet.

“Yeah, well, it’s harder than you’d think.”

Babe’s not a letter writer. He never has been. His wrists cramp up when he holds a pen too long, and he can’t find the words anyways. His kid sister writes long letters, filled with funny anecdotes and memories from home; his Ma’s letters are shorter, succinct, and bluntly affectionate. Even Bill sent a message, after agonizing months of silence, letting the whole company know he’s doing alright, back home in the states. Babe treasures every letter he receives, tucking them away in his trunk between his underwear and his Bible... but the entire war, he’s only written his family three times. So far, he can’t bring himself to write to Bill at all.

Yeah, because you’re a lazy bum. There’s Old Guarnere again. He’s standing next to Julian — on both legs, whole and healthy — arms crossed as he blatantly judges Babe’s writing ability. The ceiling’s so low, on a steady downward slope, that Bill’s head hits it every time he moves. Babe can see the disgruntled faces he makes, clear as day, and it draws a laugh from him in spite of himself.

“I just — it can’t be any old letter, okay? It’s gotta be perfect. I need it to be perfect.”

You need to take a nap and quit pretending you’re a better writer than you are, Bill scoffs. When has anything you’ve ever written been perfect?

Babe presses his palm hard against his forehead, fingers tugging at his uncombed mess of hair. “That’s the problem, dammit. It ain’t gonna be perfect... but it’s what he deserves.”

If this goddamn war has taught him anything, it’s that Eugene Roe deserves nothing less than the best. The war sure hasn’t been shy about giving him the worst, over and over again. Gene’s hands have been stained with so much blood that it’s a wonder he can still look at them — can still go about his life as normal, humoring nervous patients and summoning a smile when the other fellas rib him — when he’s dealt with more shit than any of them. Babe just heard about his best friend getting his leg blown off. Gene was the one on his knees in the snow, scrambling to save Bill’s life. Yet when Babe retreated into himself afterwards, grief-stricken and reeling, Gene was the one who anchored him to earth. His quiet conversation and soft smiles put Babe back together, piece by piece at a time. He’s got a gift for healing, in ways he doesn’t even realize. A guy like that... deserves every good thing in the world, and Babe wants to hand them all to him.

As it is, he can’t even write one lousy letter.

“He’s gonna hate it. He’s gonna... throw it right back in my face, cause he realizes he’s talking to a guy who can’t spell ‘adoration’. He’s gonna... he’s gonna...”

Laugh. Except that’s not like Gene at all. Be goddamn disgusted... except Babe knows Gene well enough by now to know that’s not like him either. It’s hard to tell with other guys, especially in the army, where shared foxholes can so easily blur the lines between friend and lover... but he’s seen a gleam in Gene’s eyes when other fellas talk about Rita Hayworth and Betty Grable, like he’s just humoring the conversation while wishing it’d go somewhere else. Babe knows the feeling. No, Gene could do anything, but he wouldn’t be disgusted that a guy loves him.

Maybe... just that it’s Babe.

Now you’re really being an idiot, Julian moans, tipping his head back towards the sky. Babe’s first instinct is to throw something at him — the hand holding his pencil twitches, but he’s only got one, and there’s no satisfaction in swinging at ghosts.

“I don’t know what to say,” he mutters, rubbing a hand over his jaw again. Dear Gene, the letter reads. I’m writing because I need to tell you...

That’s as far as he’s got. Not even a full goddamn sentence.

Have you considered... you’re overthinking it? You’ve gotta actually write something before deciding you hate what you’ve written.

“Julian, you’re a regular goddamn philosophizer.”

I’m just saying!

Suddenly, Julian is no longer on the other side of the room. He’s looming right over Babe’s shoulder, his presence like a weight bearing down on Babe’s back. Every twitch of his hand is being observed, every uncertain breath noted. Geez, he didn’t crack during jump school training, but this pressure is enough to split him in two.

“Forget it!” Babe exclaims, throwing the pencil down onto the paper. “This was a stupid idea, I give up!”

No, you fucking are not.

There’s Bill again — Bill Guarnere, and his unbeatable determination to butt his head into everyone else’s business. Babe lifts his head, glaring into the spot he imagines his best friend standing. Bill’s answering glare is an echo of the real thing… and Christ, what Babe wouldn't do to see that familiar scowl right in front of him, for real! Bill always made things simple. There was no overthinking when he was around. When Babe was being an idiot, Bill told him.

I’m telling you right now, jackass — you're being an idiot.

“And you’re winning motivational speaker of the goddamn year.”

I’m not trying to win anything here. You are, and doing a piss-poor job of it. I could cry just lookin’ at you. Look at this — ‘I’m writing because’? What kinda opening line is that? Did they not teach you how to write letters in grade school, or were them nuns too busy beating the ginger outta your hair?

“Trying their best,” Babe mutters, subconsciously rubbing the back of his head, where the phantom rap of a nun’s knuckles still stings. Today’s a day for phantoms, he guesses. While Julian cackles begins him, Bill’s specter crosses to the desk, hovering over Babe’s paper with a critical eye.

No, he finally declares, like he’s handing Babe’s bayonet back with instructions to polish it all over again. That’s it. You can’t do this.

“That’s what I’ve been saying!” Babe exclaims, grateful to hear his subconscious finally agreeing.

You ain’t gonna be able to do this… Bill turns, then reels back around, sticking a finger in Babe’s face. So long as you keep thinking ‘bout what he’s gonna do when you hand it to him. What he’s gonna say once he reads it. You gotta write something before he can read it, you realize that, Babe? And you haven’t written a goddamn word worth reading so far.

Babe assumes there’s a point here somewhere. He curls his fingers around the edge of the letter, waiting for it.

So, if you can’t get outta your own head… then write it as somebody else.

Bill grins, broad and shameless, like he always does when he ain’t making a lick of sense.

“You lost me,” Babe says. “Way back there.”

Keep the letter anonymous, Babe! Bill’s imagined face twists in frustration, his hand coming down to tap the paper. The silent impact rings in Babe’s ears. Don’t sign the thing. Leave it somewhere Doc will find it, and see what he does.

“That defeats the whole purpose of telling him how I feel!” Babe exclaims.

And how much luck are you having with that? demands Julian, coming to stand at Bill’s side. The two of them cross their arms, staring down at Babe with unabashed judgement. Burdened by the weird feeling that he’s being bullied by his own subconscious, he picks up his pencil again. What would Gene’s reaction be to finding a love letter unsigned? Babe imagines him pulling it out from under his pillow, or finding an envelope with his name on it at his makeshift aid station in the basement of Easy’s billets. How his long fingers would unfurl the paper, his lips mouthing the words silently as he read along… how his brows would furrow slowly, disbelief and awe swirling in the dark pools of his eyes… how eventually he’d look up, see Babe standing there waiting on him, and murmur, “Heffron, you’re not gonna believe this…”

And then what? Babe would pull Gene into his arms, and admit he’s loved him all along?

No. No way, not him. Not in this lifetime, at least.

Overthinking, Julian’s voice chimes again, and Babe’s never felt more tempted to swing at a ghost. Will you just write it already?

“Fine, goddammit!” Babe hisses. It’s frustration, really, that gets him to whip out a fresh sheet of paper… and as soon as he starts to write, the words flow from his pen like a dam’s burst open.

See you every day… know your heart… your caring… your sense of humor... impossible not to love you… wouldn’t know how to stop if I tried… love you more than I know what to do with.

I love you.

I’m in love with you, Eugene Roe.

Whatever you want is up to you… but I wrote this letter because I need to let you know.

He doesn’t sign it.

The envelope seals like a promise fulfilled; and when Babe looks up, he’s in the tiny attic alone.

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It’s just his luck that Gene doesn’t spot the letter until Babe’s standing right next to him, alone in the cozy little infirmary.

Gene doesn’t miss a beat. “Hey,” he says, picking the letter up. “Babe, what’s this?”

There’s nothing on it, is the thing! No way to tell where it came from, and he knows Gene isn’t familiar enough with his handwriting to pick it out of a lineup. Babe stumbles back a step, alarm spiking as Gene holds the letter up. Playing dumb’s his only chance.

“Uhh… looks like a letter, maybe?”

Okay, not that dumb.

“Maybe,” echoes Gene, thoughtful, as he turns the envelope over in his hands. When his gaze is no longer piercing him, Babe can breathe again.

“Where’d you find it?”

“Someone left it on the chair. I sat on it.”

“Wow.” Wow, Babe. Just… wow. “You know, uhh, Vest made his rounds a little while ago, maybe something slipped from his pile. Or maybe he’s playing a joke, huh, you know that Vest —“

Why the hell is he implying Vest wrote his love letter?

“Doubt it was Vest,” Gene mutters, fingernail playing underneath the envelope’s fold as he carefully opens it. He even pries open mail like a doctor, slow and precise. Something in Babe’s heart soars at this tiny detail, and he almost wants to go to his knees in front of Gene right there.

“Well, it had to be someone,” he says instead, taking another few steps back. When he chuckles, it sounds shrill to his ears — like he’s fighting off the urge to scream. God dammit, Heffron, you’ve got all the subtlety of a rock, why’d you think this was a good idea?

It’s not. This is a horrible idea. He can’t look Gene in the face while he’s reading the letter, and if Babe stays here one more minute, he’s gonna give himself away. “Sorry, Gene, but I gotta go now — told Liebgott I’d help him with, uhh, this thing that he — needed help with, and… so yeah, I gotta do that.”

Gene looks up at him, distracted from the letter. Babe manages a grimace, and a tiny wave. “See ya!”

He can’t get out of the basement fast enough. Behind him is only silence, as Gene Roe begins to read.

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Gene finds him much later that night, after the sun has already set over Zell-Am-See, painting the town in violet and blue. The late summer sky has always spoken to Babe in a way he can never explain, like a fist locking inside his chest and trying to tug his heart out. It’s nostalgia for a place far away, and a time he can’t return to. As daylight slowly fades out into inky darkness, Babe watches the sky, lost in a time when everything was simpler.

He doesn’t hear Gene coming until he drops onto the window ledge beside him. Babe isn’t jumpy, and Gene’s never startled him yet, so he doesn’t tumble over to the street below in shock… but the look on Gene’s face almost sends him jumping the fifteen feet down.

“Hey, Gene,” he says instead, quickly looking back out at the horizon.

“Hey.” Gene lets the word linger. He fumbles with a cigarette, long fingers moving deftly as he maneuvers his lighter. He gets it lit, and holds it out generously. Babe’s nerves would like nothing more, but his balance can’t take holding onto this will with just one hand. He shakes his head. With a shrug, Gene tucks the cigarette between his own pursed lips.

“You close up shop for the night?”

“Yeah. Unless someone stumbles around drunk and ends up knocking their head… or gets hit with a dart again. Had to pull it outta Perconte’s shoulder the last time.”

“Think I heard that from upstairs. Screaming like a cat the whole time, huh?”

“The man’s been shot before, and he complained less.” Gene exhales through his nose, blowing two long lines of smoke into the air. Babe’s eyes linger on it, transfixed.

“You, uhh —“ Suddenly, he’s frightened of silence, but his mind’s too scattered to keep a conversation in one place. “You get dinner?”

“Yeah. You?”

“Yeah.”

Quiet again. Christ, even when he was a kid, Babe could never stand the quiet; his Ma sometimes pushed him out of the house and locked the door behind him, just to get some peace. Why is it so hard to find words now?

“Look, Heffron —“ Gene starts, and the exact moment Babe blurts out, “Gene —“

They both go silent, staring at each other. Babe inhales, holding the breath in his chest until he feels like he’s gonna burst with it.

A familiar voice in his head — the one that’s a dead-ringer for Bill Guarnere — groans, Will you please spit it the hell out already?

“So,” Babe says, “the letter.”

“Yeah,” says Gene. His gaze doesn’t leave Babe’s, sharp as a needle.

“Look, I wanted to —“

“I know,” says Gene.

“I wanted to say —“

“Babe,” Gene cuts in. “I know.”

Finally, Babe meets his gaze head-on. It’s never possible to read what’s going on in Gene’s head, but his face gives something away, sometimes. The way the corners of his lips twitch when he’s trying not to laugh; the line that appears between his eyebrows when he’s really worried; the way his eyes go soft when he knows someone needs comforting, and turn to hot coals when he’s furious.

Right now, Babe can’t pick a damn thing out of Gene’s expression… but his eyes are very, very soft. It feels like a punch to the stomach.

“You know,” he says slowly, “but…”

The words linger between them for a long, charged moment. Babe’s chest feels like it’s caught in a compactor, being slowly squeezed until his lungs burst and his ribs turn to dust. He huffs out a laugh — a dry, desperate thing. “Jesus, Gene, you look like you’re about to break my heart.” Gene still doesn’t say a word; Babe looks up at him, wide-eyed. “Why’s it you doctors just love to drag things out? Rip off the band-aid quick, and save us both the trouble.”

“Edward,” he says gently, laying a hand over Babe’s own. Babe jerks away like he’s been stung.

“Don’t Edward me right now!”

“Babe,” Gene says, and his voice is softer than ever. Babe’s throat is tight, eyes stinging… but damned if he’ll let himself cry over this, not where Gene can see. Christ, he’s an idiot. He’s so stupid, he should never have done anything, why did he even think —

“I have known... for a while, now. Didn’t need a letter to tell me some things.” Gene pauses, like he’s chewing over the words, before adding, “But it was good to read. Just to know.”

“Now you know,” Babe replies, and inhales a deep breath. “You happy now?”

Gene doesn’t answer. When Babe risks a glance over, Gene isn’t looking at him at all anymore; his eyes are on the sky, watching as the first pinpricks of starlight pierce through the indigo curtain. He looks thoughtful, almost mournful. It gouges something in Babe’s chest.

“Gene,” he says again. “Are you happy?”

“I don’t know.” When Gene inhales, it’s almost like a whisper. When he exhales, it’s like he’s singing to the night air. “Thought about it for a long time. Trying to figure out how I feel.”

“You’ve had a whole afternoon to do it. You get it all sorted out yet?”

“Longer than that,” Gene replies. His gaze flickers over to him. “I told you, Babe. I knew.”

Jesus. So he wasn’t as subtle as he thought. Babe exhales, praying to make the sick-to-his-stomach sensation go with it. Instead, it just churns even harder. If this goes on any longer, he’s gonna need a damn bucket.

Gene’s never been the best with words; expressing himself has never been easy, which is why Babe’s gotten so good at reading between the lines. Gene’s really trying now — for his sake, Babe supposes. “Reading that letter, seeing all those feelings laid out on paper… Babe, you didn’t have to sign it. I’d ‘a known it was you, just from what you said. It was like… listening to your heart. And a part of me already does that every day, so I guess it was easy.”

Can Gene hear his heart screaming now? Babe grips the windowsill until his knuckles turn white, grounding himself.

“I wasn’t sure how you felt before… and I wasn’t sure how I felt for you. Knew you felt something, but not what, and not how…” Gene swallows, pale throat bobbing. “But now I know.”

“Now you know.” Babe dwells on this statement for a moment before turning, hesitation heavy on his tongue. “So… what now, Gene?”

Gene takes a deep breath, clinging to the night sky for one last moment, before turning his gaze on him. “Do you— “ He pauses, licks his lips. “Do you really mean what you wrote? All of it?”

“Gene,” Babe replies, “I meant every word.”

Something calms in Gene’s eyes, like a storm settling. Babe isn’t expecting the way his gaze clears, or the flash of steely certainty that follows. “Well,” Gene says, “there’s only one thing to do.”

Another thing Babe isn’t expecting — how sweet Gene tastes when his lips are suddenly pressed to his own.

Somewhere far away, beyond the depths of his own consciousness — which is really just a victory parade and firework show, that’s all he’s capable of at the moment — he thinks Bill would be proud of him. Beyond the grave, Julian’s probably cheering for him, glad his buddy’s finally getting some.

For once, though, their voices are drowned out completely. It’s impossible to hear anything over the storm raging in his ears, which only swells to a fever pitch when Gene leans back and smiles at him.

“Well, Babe,” he says, as Babe cups his face like a reverent thing. “Think we can figure things out from here.”

“Jesus, Gene,” Babe declares, and swoops in to kiss him again.

#baberoe #hbo war #band of brothers #babe heffron #eugene roe #my writing #Anonymous

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TEETH

(babe heffron x fem!reader)

angst?, a tiny amount of fluff, mention of a metaphorical drug addiction, toxic relationship?

wc: 1040

most relationships are like fires. some last for years and the flame never seems to burn out. others are like matches, they don’t tend to last very long. then you have the relationships that could be compared to a candle. you love it for a while but it the end you have to blow it out for your safety or because you’ve gotten tired of it, but eventually you relight the candle and the flame continues to burn for years. no matter what kind of relationship it is, fire will always be dangerous.

the relationship you shared with babe heffron was lethal. it was a candle. you always came back to one another. the two of you tore and tore and tore at each other. you broke each other down until there was nothing left to work with. the two of you swore you were in love with one another, but how could you hate someone so much but love them even more at the same time? you felt like you needed him to breathe. to function. to exist. to put it simply, babe heffron was a drug and you hated being sober.

to babe, you seemed like the devil in disguise. one moment you could be sweeter than honey and in the next instant you were a ghost of that person. he loved you. oh yes he did. in his eyes, you were the reason the world turned. you lit up his life. despite this, he still hated you. his opinion on you was very conflicted. were you satan’s spawn or an angel?

any competent person would want out of that situation, but the two of you were so blinded by love that it would be quite literally impossible to breakaway. it angered the both of you that neither of you could fully commit to one another. you wanted your fun whereas babe didn’t want to be tied down. he felt as though he could look at you and see his wife but then again he could look at you minutes later and want nothing to do with you. it was safe to say that you were not on the same page.

days seemed to drone on and on as the arguments became relentless. voiced bounced off the walls. anger radiated throughout the room. your fellow soldiers seemed like they wanted nothing but to cut out either of your voice boxes. there was the occasional shout to take whatever the issue was outside but the men were always there to step in if things got physical (which they never did). they tried to ignore it.

after the events of bastogne, your ever growing hatred for merely being awake seemed to skyrocket. you were incredibly irritable. everyone seemed to notice and for someone reason, babe loved to just push your buttons. he lived for that kind of thing

the two of you laid side by side on a bunk in some abandoned little house. babe’s arms had been thrown over your waist lazily and his steady breathing was lulling you to sleep. the room was nearly silent. your fellow soldiers (your friends) chatted quietly to one another. they were awaiting another row. it had been quite awhile since the two of you were at one another’s throats. it was almost unsettling.

the moments when you fought were agonizing but, when you were able to lie down with one another and appreciate being alive . . . those were gratifying. the arms around your waist, the uncontrollable laughter, the soft kisses on noses. those moments were euphoric. you wished you could soak in them all day. they replayed over and over and over in your mind. that was part of the reason the both of you stayed.

the way babe moved, spoke, and just solely existed, captivated you. he knew how to reel you in. from the moment you met him, you were attracted to him like a magnet. his hair became even more red in the sunlight (unlike many other people, who’s hair looked golden). freckles littered his cheekbones and they danced across his shoulders. his eyes were enchanting. they were deep, like rich dark chocolate. when you needed them most, they were right there and somehow they always cleared your path.

babe shifted, removing his arm from your waist. you huffed at the loss of contact before flipping over to face him. you had almost been asleep. he blinked at you a few times, clearly being woken up by your sudden movements. as you begun to silently count the freckles on his face you could see the tears fill his eyes. his words were heartbreaking.

“loving you is suffocating.”

babe’s voice was just loud enough for nearly everyone in the room to hear. you could hear how much sleep was laced in his words and you didn’t even know if he was fully awake at this point. a stray tear cascaded down his beautifully freckled face. the arm was once again thrown over your waist and suddenly he was asleep again.

you lay there reeling from what had just been said but you don’t comment on it and you certainly don’t pull away. the conversations in the rest of the room very slowly picked back up. you were never embarrassed by any of your fights but this mortified you.

loving you knocked the air out of babe’s lungs (and not in a good way). loving you was drowning beneath the coldest waves of the ocean. loving you was having an impossibly horrible stuffed up nose that no amount of medicine could fix. loving you was like screaming into a pillow after a long day. to love you was to give up fragments of babe’s heart. a heart that he had worked so hard on. a heart that you were just there to break.

so, you laid their staring at your boyfriend intently. you stared at him as if you had no clue who he was. as if you were re-evaluating your whole entire life. you stared at babe heffron as if he had just taken a knife to your chest, because you were the one that was home to the heart with teeth.

#band of brothers #hbo war #easy company #babe heffron imagine #babe heffron #babe heffron x reader #babe heffron oneshot

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imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul · 6 years

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A Goddamn Virgin - Babe Heffron

I came up with this because I just finished my latest rewatch.

No disrespect meant to the actual heroes. Just a fic about the actors’ portrayal in the HBO miniseries.

Pairing: Babe Heffron x reader Word Count: 7,202 Synopsis: The reader joins the war as an alrady engaged nurse to Easy Company. After befriending Bill, the reader meets Babe and they start a relationship that can’t be undone. (I’m so bad at summaries.) Warnings: Smut

“Y/N, you gotta come here!” Bill called from across the room, waving you over ecstatically. You laughed to yourself and followed through the room of crowded men. Bill was sitting at one of the benches with men you had known since the beginning, and a handsome red-head you hadn’t seen before.

“What?” Luz slid down the bench, leaving a seat for you.

“I just wanted to introduce you to my new friend here.” You looked over at the red-head who held out his hand to you.

“Edward Heffron.”

“Nice to meet you. Are you from-”

“Philly,” Bill said with a smirk, he had recognized the accent as instantly as you had. “Y/N, here, also hails from Philly.” Edward nodded in appreciation.

“Not originally.”

“Right, right.” Edward looked at Bill, and the veteran soldier slapped his arm. “Y/N is engaged to someone from Philly.”

“So how did you get here?”

“My fiance convinced me to join the fight with him. He had no idea that I’d be assigned to the Airborne.”

“Where did he get assigned?”

“Army.”

“Y/N is a nurse. If you’re lucky, you won’t see her around too often.”

“Aww, Bill, you don’t like having me around?”

“No, he just doesn’t want another man competing for your attention,” Luz said, elbowing your arm. Bill had a few choice words for George, but the replacement only smiled and turned a slight shade of red.

“Oh ho!” Joe cried out as your dart hit right on the nose. Buck gave you a high five and you smiled over at Heffron.

“Not bad,” he said with a smirk.

“Not bad? I’d like to see you do better.”

“I wouldn’t start with her, Babe,” Bill said, walking over to the group.

“Babe?” you asked.

“Yeah, didn’t you hear?” Bill asked, grinning. You shook your head and watched Babe turn a shade of red. “Babe here got a letter from a broad back home?”

“Oh you did?” you asked, enjoying watching him smile.

“Maybe.” You laughed as Bill described it to you. The letter was from someone named Doris, and she dedicated it to “Babe,” hence the nickname.

“Come on,” Babe said, “Are we gonna play darts or not?”

“Sure, Babe,” you said, winking at him when you said his name. He rolled his eyes, and when you were beside him aimed his dart.

“Bullseye!” he called out, making the men around you cheer.

“Not bad.” He laughed at your mimicking of what he said earlier.

“You’re really competitive.”

“I know,” you said, cocking your head. “Wanna bet?” Babe laughed and shook his head.

“What could you even offer up?” Your eyes were locked on his, the excitement of a competition and the chance to flirt hanging in the air.

“Alright, Y/N, we can’t have you corrupt our dear old Babe here. That’s our job,” Bill said, butting in.

“Fine, but he owes me a rematch once he’s nice and corrupted.”

“Do you want some help?” It was at the accent in the voice that made you turned. Babe stood behind you, already holding the box of bed sheets and supplies you had given to Gene a few moments earlier.

You hadn’t seen Babe since Bill’s lost his leg. Before then, every time you vistied Easy, you made sure to spend some time teasing and flirting with Babe. He didn’t seem to mind, and he was one of the only bright faces you could look forward to. The two of you had created a special relationship you hadn’t ever had with anyone else.

“What are you doing here?” you asked with a smile.

“Gene needed help. I was the lucky bastard that got to come along.”

“Well, you’re a sight for sore eyes,” you said as Babe followed you out of the room. For soldiers that were still on the line, it was best to keep them out of the operating and holding room as much as possible.

“Yeah?” he asked with a sloppy grin.

“Yes, but don’t go getting any ideas,” you said, walking him outside.

“Oh, don’t worry, I know you’re taken. Bill made sure I knew that from the minute we met.” You smiled sadly. It had been a while since you thought about your friend, Bill. With all of the work you had at the aid station in Bastogne, it was easy to forget that Bill and Joe got their legs blown off.

Babe might have noticed the change on your face and took a seat on an overturned crate in the snow. He motioned for you to the do the same. “You’re a sight, too, Y/N.”

“How is everyone?” you asked after smiling in response.

“As well as they can be.”

“How are you?” He shrugged as a response. “As much as I miss you guys, I’m glad I haven’t seen many of you here.” Babe nodded and set his jaw. There was a look on his face that he was hiding something, and you wondered if you should push it or not. You weren’t very close, your entire friendship with Babe stemmed from knowing Bill.

“Is there something I don’t know?” you asked, taking a leap by putting your hand over his. His face tightened. Tears might have begun to form in his eyes, but if they were ever there, he kept them down before you could fully see them.

“This kid, Julian. He was a replacement in my foxhole. He got hit and I couldn’t save him.”

“I’m sorry.” He nodded, frowning.

“He was a kid. Looked like he never shaved. Told me he was still a goddamn virgin. Can you believe it?” He looked up at you, expecting you to laugh. You didn’t, instead just stared at your feet with a small smile. “Sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” you asked.

“I didn’t mean to make you-”

“Oh, you didn’t. It’s just- I am-” You stopped and laughed at yourself. Babe was confused, but then his face softened.

“Y/N, don’t tell me-”

“Yes, Babe, I am still a virgin,” you admitted, rolling your eyes. His mouth opened slightly and you watched the gears turn in his head as he tried to wrap his mind around what you just said.

“You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re engaged.”

“Yeah.”

“And you’ve never?”

“No, Babe. That’s what being a virgin means.”

“And your fiance, he never tried to-”

“Jesus, Babe. Yes, of course, we’ve talked about it. And, don’t get me wrong, we haven’t been completely chaste.” Babe’s eyes brightened and you rolled your eyes.

“Are you trying to make me feel better or seduce me?” You laughed and shook your head.

“Make you feel better, but who knows. It’s certainly not coming off that way.” Babe laughed and you finally saw the weight of Julian leave him. Gene called out to him, and he turned his back from you. You felt the heat in your cheeks and wished it away.

“Well, Y/N, if you ever want to not be a virgin, you know where to find me.” You rolled your eyes and stood with him.

“Good to know.” Babe laughed and picked up his box of supplies.

“Thanks, Y/N. You’ve made me feel a whole lot better,” he said with a wink.

“Goodbye, Babe.”

“Y/N!” You turned at the sound of your name, but of course, you knew who it was. You would recognize that voice anywhere. Babe was hustling towards you, walking away from his friends who were in line to take a shower here in Hagenau.

You had noticed him a moment before, but considering how you acted around him the last time, you weren’t sure you wanted to relieve that humiliation. Besides, he was standing with the rest of the men in his platoon and they all looked pissed and exhausted.

“Hey, Babe,” you said once he rached you.

“I didn’t think I’d see you here.”

“What can I say? I can’t stay away from you.” You laughed awkwardly as Babe smiled. You didn’t know why being around him brought out this side of you. You reminded yourself over again that you had a fiance, but it was hard to think about him when you hadn’t seen him in over a year.

“Come to take me up on my offer?” You opened your mouth and then stopped yourself.

“No, Babe.” His smile faltered a little. “How are you doing?” He shrugged and you touched his shoulder softly. “Maybe I’ll catch up later, okay? I have to meet with my boss.”

“Sure. Or I can stop by to see you.” You raised an eyebrow at him and nodded.

“I’d like that.” Babe licked his lips as he went back to his platoon. You clenched your fists, not liking the feeling that you were getting when around Babe.

An hour or so later, Babe found his way to the house you were staying in. He walked in with a smile and started talking but you shook your head to get him to shut up. Your boss walked into the room and forced a polite smile on his face.

“What can I do for you, soldier?”

“He just had a wound he wanted me to look at,” you lied. Your boss nodded.

“Okay. If you’ve got things handled here, I think I’ll go catch up with some of the boys back at company CP.” You nodded and looked at Babe until he left the room. Once he was gone, you invited Babe to join you on the couch.

“Sorry about that, he’s just a pain when he think I’m not working.”

“No problem.”

“So, do you have any wounds you actually want me to take a look at?” you asked.

“No. I’m fine.”

“Well, Babe, you don't look fine.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your hair doesn’t have its usual bright-chipperness. You aren’t smiling like you usually do. And you haven't made any jokes about my virginity.” Babe laughed, throwing his head back in a way that made your heart flutter.

“I showered, which I thought might brighten my hair, but if you think another will help we can go-” You rolled your eyes as Babe laughed aloud. “I”m sorry.”

“As long as you’re smiling, it’s okay.” Babe laid his arm around the back of the couch.

“How are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m alright. Missing home.”

“And your fiance?” he asked, looking up at you. You sighed.

“Sometimes. And sometimes no. There’s just so much leading up to our return that it’s more terrifying than staying here. Please, don’t think I’m being insensitive,” you said as Babe made a face at your comment, “I know the dangers here, and I wish every day that the war will end. I've just gotten used to these people, and being here, that I’m afraid of what I’ll see when I return home.”

Babe nodded somberly. “I know. I’m feeling the same way too. When I get home, there will be nobody who will understand.” You reached out and put a hand over his.

“There won’t be nobody. You do live in the same town as Bill and I.”

“Yeah, but the second you get home you’ll be making babies.”

“Don’t remind me,” you said, falling back on the couch. “As if it’s not scary enough going home, I have a lot to live up to.”

“What do you have to live up to?” Babe asked, watching you.

“You know.”

“No, I don’t. Your fiance would be insane if he doesn’t go crazy when he’s with you. Like I’ve said before, Y/N, you are totally gorgeous.”

“You’re such a flirt,” you said with a smile. Babe blushed and held out his hand. You took it and he squeezed your hand.

“Everything will be fine. As soon as you get home, everything will go back to normal. But, if you are really that nervous, I could help you become more familiar with it.”

“Could you?” you hummed.

“If you’d like.”

“Are you sure you aren’t too tired?” Babe laughed and stood up, holding out his hand. You took it and he pulled you up.

“I can never be too tired for you.” You smiled and let him pull you closer. “The most important part is the build up. You want your partner to be just as excited as you are.”

“And that involves dancing?” you asked as he entwined his fingers with yours. His arm was on your back, keeping your chest close to his. There was no music, but Babe was feeling the rhythm nonetheless.

“Sometimes.” He swayed your bodies back and forth making sure to keep his eyes on your face at all times.

“Who taught you all of this? One of your past girlfriends?”

“You don’t believe I just knew this all from the start?”

“No,” you said with a smile. Babe spun you around, making you giggle softly.

“I never had a lot of girlfriends. In fact, no one really took a second look at me until I joined the Paratroopers.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re hot.” Babe cackled, throwing his head back again so much that you fell forward with him.

“See, I told you you would be fine.” You pulled yourself back up into his chest, and your eyes locked at the same moment.

“So what happens next?” you asked.

“Hopefully,” he said, coming to a stop, “You’ve created the right kind of mood that would invoke a physical reaction.”

“Like?”

“Like a kiss,” he said, moving again, dipping you softly as he spun you in a half circle.

“And who initiates that?” Babe smirked and shook his head.

“You’d never think that the beautiful ones are the ones who don’t know what they’re doing.”

“Hey, if you want me to find someone else,” you offered, backing away from him. He didn’t let go of his grip on your hand and pull you back to his chest.

“No, I never said that.” You smiled and looked up at him. You had never realized how tall Babe was. He definitely wasn’t the tallest in the company, but standing this close, you saw that he was a good bit taller than you. He was much taller than all of the other men you had met from Philly, including your fiance.

“What?” he asked. You shook your head. You didn’t know why you had a million thoughts on his height or a million more on everything else about him.

“Just thinking.”

“About what?” he asked, his face growing more serious.” You looked him in the eye, wondering if he was feeling the same tension when you were together that you were. Of course, Babe always joked with you about how gorgeous you were and having sex, but you couldn’t fully tell if his feelings were genuine.

“Nothing.”

“Your fiance?” You looked up into his eyes and shook your head.

“No.”

“Why not?” he asked, “I thought we were doing this to-”

“We were- are. It’s just, you’re nothing like him.” Babe set his jaw, and you made up your mind right then and there. Babe wasn’t like your fiance. He wasn’t like anyone you had ever met before. He made you feel in a way you had never felt before. In fact, Babe was so much unlike your fiance and every other man you had met, that you weren’t thinking about anyone or anything else when you leaned in to kiss him.

Babe was taken by surprise, but quickly recovered and found his balance by putting his hand on the back of your head. You smiled into the kiss, realizing that his lips were as soft as they looked. He deepened the kiss with a slight turn of his head and you started to feel more than butterflies in your stomach.

Feeling like you never had before, you pulled away for air. You stared at Babe and watched him open his mouth to say something. You shook your head, your eyes locked together.

You kissed him again and this time Babe was more sure of himself. You let his arms wrap around your waist as yours went on his cheek and neck. Babe said he never really had a girlfriend, but the way his tongue moved contradicted that.

He backed you up to the couch you had been sitting on before, and you fell onto it. You looked up at him and laughed. He stood wide-eyed and breathless. You said his name softly.

“Sorry,” he said, leaning over you again, planting a few kisses to your face.

“Babe.”

“I’m sorry, I just never thought this would happen. Even in my wildest fantasies-”

“We don’t have to,” you said. Babe shook his head and sat down next to you. He took your hand in his.

“No, believe me, I want to.” You blushed and gave his hand a squeeze. “I just- I’m worried.”

“About what?”

“I’m worried that if we do this, there will be no hiding my feelings for you.”

“I understand.” Babe bit his lip and searched your face for a good minute before speaking again.

“So, let’s just do it as a teaching lesson.” Your eyes brightened as his eyes landed on yours again. He leaned in closer, making sure his movement was more deliberate this time. He moved slowly as his lips connected with yours.

With his hand on your cheek, he was in control of your movement. You let him have it gladly. Even if you were more experienced, kissing Babe was an adventure you were happy for him to lead. Each move he made, each time he kissed you and re-kissed you was a surprise and sensation you weren’t expecting.

Your hands went to the collar of his jacket, hoping to show him that you weren’t completely helpless. You started to work the buttons on his thick coat, and Babe smiled through his kiss. Once his jacket was off, Babe pulled you into his lap and planted his hands on your hips.

His eyes trailed your body, moving from your face down. His hands rubbed your skin as he analyzed every detail of your body. You made a quip about him looking instead of doing and his lips met yours again. After a few kisses there, they traveled along your jaw and down your neck.

You breathed in pleasure, grinding your body into his lap. Babe smiled against your skin and sucked hard on your collarbone. You moaned and gripped his shoulder. Babe laughed and made his way back up your neck. He peppered kisses all along it, leaving a few hickies in his wake.

“Am I being informative?” Babe asked with a sweet smile when you pushed him away to catch your breath. You rolled your eyes and sat down in his lap. Before, you had just been straddling him.

“Fairly so.” He gripped your hips and pulled you flush against his skin. When he did, you felt a pressure in his lap you hadn’t felt earlier.

“Are you enjoying this?” you asked, smirking slightly.

“Very much,” he said, keeping his hands on you, grinning up at you. “Are you?”

You cocked an eyebrow at him. Babe knew you were enjoying yourself. He had complete control over the situation, and you were determined to show him that he wasn’t the only one able to drive someone crazy.

“Yes. In fact, I’d like to thank you for being so helpful.” You stood up and dropped down to your knees, watching Babe’s face turn the brightest shade of red you had ever seen. He scooted to the edge of the couch, keeping his eyes locked on yours as you unzipped his pants.

As you had felt earlier, Babe was already pretty hard for you. You helped him out of his pants, and started massaging his dick. He watched you, a calmness seeming to wash over him. In the rhythmic motion your fiance had taught you a long time ago, you gave Babe the best hand job you had ever given.

When you told him that you and your fiance hadn’t been completely chaste, this is what you were referring you. You kissed along the edge, working your way up to his tip. Babe bucked his hips and you smiled before taking him in your mouth.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, gripping your hair. You couldn’t help but smile as you sucked his dick. You would never tell anyone this, but Babe was a few inches longer than your fiance.

You continued sucking and kissing and massaging his dick for the next few minutes before Babe pulled you off. He laid on the couch, running his hand through his hair and staring off at the wall for a few moments. You laughed and he looked up at you, smiling.

“You sure you’re a virgin?” You giggled and Babe stood up, kissing you again. “Let’s go downstairs.” You nodded and led him down there. You found a private room and kicked open the door. Before you could even reach the bed, Babe ripped off your dress and panties and threw them in a pile by the door.

He was backing you up to the bed, laying you down carefully. He kissed you a few more times, rubbing against your entrance. While he kissed you, his fingers traveled down your whole body and he started fingering you. At contact, you moaned and threw your arms over your head.

He took his hand away and licked his fingertips. You let out another groan and grabbed his face with your hands, kissing him deeply. He started to push himself into you, but you shook your head.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, looking at you with concern.

“Absolutely nothing,” you said, kissing him again. “Just, you’re exhausted and this is probably the first time in a long time that you’ve got to relax, yeah?” Babe shrugged and you pushed him onto his back.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I want you to relax,” you said, throwing your leg over him again. You fit him inside you and moaned out softly. Babe quickly backed up to the headboard and smiled.

“You’re amazing.” You smirked and kissed him softly as you started rocking your hips. His hands gripped your waist, leaving small nail indents. After a few beats, Babe started pushing into you. You let him take the lead for a while, enjoying watching him move and his face as he trailed your body with his eyes.

Everyone had always told you what having sex for the first time would be like, but you never imagined it like this. It was supposed to hurt, women had told you, but you only felt slight pain when you first took him in. One of your married friends said that it was always what the guy wanted, but Babe had spent most of the night pleasuring you.

You took control of the situation again as the pleasure started to take hold of Babe. His hands gripped your waist even harder, and he started kissing your breast. It wasn’t too soon after that you started to feel yourself losing control, too.

Over and over Babe thrust into you, a new round of pleasure flowing over your body. You threw your head back as he pushed hard five more times. Babe pushed you off quickly and came on the sheets beside you. You smiled as he laid you down on your back.

“Here comes your most important lesson,” he said, kissing your abdomen. You ran your hands through his hair as his mouth traveled downwards and he soon started licking your clit. You felt yourself tighten up as he continued to kiss and suck expertly against you. Your legs started to thrash and your hips bucked before you came, crying out softly.

It was still freezing outside, so not too soon afterward you wrapped up in the blankets. Babe was staring up at the ceiling, a smile still on his face. You looked back at him, your face on the warm sheets.

“What?” he asked, looking down at you. You shrugged.

“Thank you.” Babe rolled his eyes and scoffed lightheartedly.

“You don’t have to thank me for this.” You scooted up and wrapped yourself around the pillow. Babe looked over at you and turned so you were facing each other.

“I’d like to thank you anyways.” Babe blew air out of his nose and looked down. “By the way, if you couldn’t tell, you are amazing.” Even after everything that just happened, Babe still had the decency to blush.

“You flatter me. Don’t put yourself to shame though, Y/N. You were wonderful. You’re going to drive your fiance crazy when you get home.” You sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

“Please, don’t apologize. I brought you both into my mess.” Babe brushed your hair behind your ear, making you turn to look at him. “Can I tell you the truth?”

“Yeah.”

“We did this because I was nervous about doing it with Anthony for the first time, but I didn’t think about him once during.” Babe didn’t say anything, but swallowed. That was the first time you had ever used your fiance’s name around any of the men. “Should I have?”

“I don’t know.”

“I always thought the man I’d lose my virginity to would be my husband, but . . .”

“Just because things didn’t play out the way you expected them to doesn’t mean that you still won’t get the happy ending you desired.”

“Do you still believe in happy endings?”

“I have to to get through all of this. We have to go on a patrol tonight, and if I don’t believe in happy endings, I’ll never get through tonight. If I don’t believe that I’ll get home in one piece, then I never will.”

“You have a patrol tonight?” As he nodded, you leaned forward and kissed him deeply.

“What was that for?”

“I don’t know. Maybe something to look forward to when you get back.”

“Yeah?” he asked with a lazy smile.

“Yeah.”

“Thank you,” he said after he got out of bed and got dressed.

“What for?”

“For still being my friend after Bill left.”

“Well, Babe,” you said, lying on your stomach, “I may have met you because of Bill, but that’s not why I became your friend.”

“I’ll see you later.”

“Good luck.”

Babe came back from the patrol without a scrape, but the mission had put an emotional strain on him. When he came back to your house, you saw the look on his face and the actions of last night happened all over again.

This time, Babe was on top, always in control of the situation. He was frustrated, and you could feel it in everything he did. However, he was never anything but gentle with you.

“Will you tell him about me?” he asked, afterward. You looked at him, taken aback by what he was saying.

“I think so. One day.” Babe set his jaw and nodded. “I have to tell you something.” He didn’t say anything and didn’t look at you. “Anthony is getting shipped back. He took the better part of a grenade, and he’ll be fine, but he wants me to be there when he gets home.”

“That’s great, Y/N,” he said, getting out of bed.

“Babe,” you said, following him towards the door. He only had his pants on, if he walked outside his bare chest would be exposed to the cold. “Please don’t end this like this.”

“I’m not ending it.”

“I don’t even know if I can leave, nonetheless if I want to.”

“Wait, why wouldn’t you want to?” he asked, shaking his head.

“Because of you,” you said, shoving him softly. Since Babe got back from the patrol, he wasn’t acting like himself. He was reserved and angry. “I didn’t sleep with you because-” you stopped yourself and groaned, walking away from him. You started to gather up his things, not wanting to talk anymore.

“You didn’t sleep with me because what?” he asked, coming deeper into the bedroom.

“I didn’t sleep with you just because you wore me down. Since I got here I have had boys in my face, flirting with me, doing more than just asking. You told me that you were worried you couldn’t hide your feelings. It’s very clear that you don’t want to be around me right now, and that’s fine, but please don’t push me away because you can’t hide your feelings. You aren’t the only one.”

Babe looked into your eyes, his eyebrows scrunching. He shook his head and you laughed cynically, closing your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “About all of it.” You were beginning to cry now. “I’m sorry I flirted with you constantly, I’m sorry I always threw my fiance in your face, I’m sorry I slept with you.”

“Y/N,” Babe said, shushing you, cupping your cheeks. “Why are you sorry?”

“Because I was selfish. I saw that you liked me, and I used that. I hurt you, and I hurt myself, and I’m sure I’ll hurt more. I love you,” you said, breaking down and falling into his chest. You sobbed, not really for him, or even your fiance. You cried for you because you knew what had to happen.

Babe held you to his chest, brushing your hair. He didn’t speak, and he didn’t try to stop your crying. He just held you because he knew what was coming as well.

“Y/N,” he said, pushing you back a little, “Don’t apologize to me. You didn’t use me. I knew what I was getting into.”

“I have to go home.”

“I know.” You shook your head and Babe dropped his hands from your arms. “Look me up in Philly.” You smiled a little and wiped at your eyes.

“Get home safely,” you said. He picked his things back up, and started to leave. He reached for the door once more, and you stopped him once more. You grabbed his cheeks and kissed him with everything you had.

“I lo-” You shook your head and opened the door for him.

“If you don’t say it, I won’t have to hear it.”

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

Life back in the States was already back to normal. Many veterans were returning home, eager to get their lives back on track. That included Anthony.

The grenade that hit him shattered his shoulder and cut up his entire back. His arm was in a sling when he got home, but he still hugged you tightly. It was good to be back in his arms, you told yourself. They were strong and his muscles were defined. They were comforting, but they weren’t soft. Not like . . .

Once he got home, he wanted your wedding to happen right away. For the next months, as everyone around you planned, you watched the paper. Each day, a new soldier was coming home. Bill came home and was transferred to a hospital nearby. You had visited him only once.

One day, after checking the paper, you vowed to never do so again. Maybe he would never come home, but if he did, you didn’t need to think about him. You were marrying Anthony and that was all that mattered.

Months later, it was June and sunny and you were getting married. You stood in front of the mirror, the stereotypical bride, admiring your dress. The women around you complimented you, but it all passed through you.

There were certain silly things you were focusing on. One of your bridesmaids had a cold, and her nose was bright red. Another one was talking about how excited she was to dance, she could always feel the rhythm in any dance. Your mother raved about how Anthony would look when he saw you, breaking into a heartbreaking grin.

You only nodded slightly at what your mother said. She soon led you out into the hall and to your father’s arm. He told you how proud he was of you. He had never said that when you came home.

The music started up and you saw Anthony. He stood at the end of the aisle, watching you with a serious look in his eyes. He cleared his throat, but other than that, he made no bright exclamation. Your father drew up your veil and you smiled at Anthony. He smiled back and took your hand.

Maybe if you had been a different religion, you would have gone through with the ceremony. However, Catholic ceremonies were long and boring, and while the priest dragged on, you couldn’t help but let your mind run back to Hagenau.

“Y/N?”

“What?” you asked, focusing your eyes back on Anthony.

“Do you take this man?” the priest asked again in a hushed tone. There was an uncomfortable mumbling passing over the cathedral. You searched Anthony’s eyes and he shook his head in confusion.

“Y/N?”

“I need to talk to you,” you whispered. He laughed softly and looked around, slightly confused. “Please.”

“Alright,” he said, taking your hand. He walked you back up the aisle, not listening to the calls from both of your mothers. He led you out into one of the spare rooms in the cathedral and sat down on the couch. “What is it?”

“There’s something I never told you about the war.”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought I could forget about it and move on, but- I met someone. The company that I was around a lot. I got to know the men pretty well and I fell for one of them.”

“What do you mean you ‘fell’ for one of them?“

“I cheated on you. I fell in love with another man.” Anthony rubbed his thighs, trying to keep his cool.

“Did you kiss him?” You nodded and dropped your head into your hands. “What?”

“I didn’t just kiss him.” Anthony stood up and grunted something to himself as he turned away from you.

“Even after all the times I tried to get you to, after I proposed and everything? You wouldn’t until we were married, and then some prick manipulates you-”

“No, Anthony, he didn’t manipulate me,” you said, walking towards him. “It was my decision. It was what I wanted.” He rolled his eyes and looked up to the heavens for answers. It was a while until he spoke again.

“Why now? Why not tell me when I got home? Why not keep it secret forever? Do you still want to be together?” You felt the tears fill in your eyes and dropped down on the couch. “Baby?” he asked, crouching down in front of you.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed and used your knees as a way to stand.

“Yeah, me too.”

“I do love you.”

“I love you, too, Y/N.” He kissed your forehead and walked towards the door, having to do the difficult job of telling everyone who came out for the event. You gathered yourself and sneaked back to the dressing room. You took your mothers keys and quickly escaped from the uproar that was about to happen.

A month later, your mother had all but threatened to kick you out. She had been staying in a hotel, ready to head back down south once the wedding was over. Each day she tried to get you to change your mind and each night your father tried to talk you back to your ‘senses.’

One afternoon, after they tried to gang up on you and bully you back to Anthony, you decided to head out to a bar. You ordered yourself a beer and sat at the bar alone. A group of men were watching the sports game on the tv in the corner, and you turned your head at one of the voices.

“Bill?” The bar was relatively empty, and those that were in there were silent as they watched the game. Because of this, Bill turned his head at the sound of his name.

“Y/N?!” You smiled as he came to you on his crutches. He took a seat and you hugged him tightly. “What’s a gal like you doing here?”

“Hiding,” you said, ordering a beer for Bill. He nodded like he knew what you were talking about. “You heard then?”

“Word travels fast,” he said with a nod. “So you left him after everything you've both been through?” You nodded and took a swig. “Can I ask why?”

“After you left, Bill, I fell for someone else. I cheated on Anthony, and I thought I could forget about him, but I couldn’t. When I was in the cathedral, I saw him everywhere. When I walked down the aisle, I kept picturing another man in Anthony’s place.”

“Shit. No man wants to hear that.”

“He took it surprisingly well to tell you the truth. Maybe he met someone, too,” you said with a shrug.

“Well, he’ll never find one like you.”

“Hopefully he’ll find better.” Bill scoffed and put his hand on your arm.

“Don’t beat yourself up. No one talks about it anymore. You made the right call. You told him the truth and did what was best for you both.”

“Mind telling my parents that?” Bill laughed.

“Still haven’t forgiven you yet?”

“I don’t think they ever will, to tell you the truth.”

“I’m sure that’s not true. And if they’re giving you such a hard time, why don’t you just go back to that guy you met?” You looked over at him with a confused smile.

“You really don’t know?”

“Jesus, know what?”

“Know who I’m talking about.” Bill shook his head and you laughed. “Maybe he isn’t back.”

“Who?” You let out a breath.

“Babe, Bill. I fell in love with the idiot replacement you had to take under your wing.” His features changed from surprised to angry to joyous and back to surprised.

“He never said anything to me.” You smiled. “Although, he did seem like he was holding something back when he got home. He wasn’t the same but no one is. Why don’t you go to him?”

“I’m afraid I screwed that up.”

“Y/N, come on, I’m sure-”

“No, I did. I told him we had to move on, and I hope he did.” You put money on the bar and smiled at Bill. “I’ll call you.” He raised his glass to you and watched as you walked out of the bar.

Bill called you up three days later and asked if you wanted to meet him for dinner. He even promised that he would pick you up and you could tell your parents it was a date, in the hopes of getting them off your back. You agreed, of course.

You walked down the street together, reminiscing with Bill about the good ol’ days when you first met.. He told you about a woman he was talking to. And just as you got to the bar he asked you how you were doing.

“I’m fine.” Bill beamed as he opened the door and you looked at him in confusion. “What?”

“Y/N?” Inside the bar, someone said your name. Again, it was the accent in the voice that got your attention. Babe sat at the bar, looking back at you with a smile.

“Bill,” you called, waiting for him to come up behind you. He was grinning proudly. “What the hell?” you asked, turning to face him.

“Just talk to him.”

“You tricked me.”

“Because you wouldn't have come if I told you why I was bringing you here.” He pushed you forward so you were closer to Babe. He looked like he did at the beginning of the war, allbeit more grown up and serious.

“I’m sorry Bill dragged you into this,” you said.

“Ah, don’t worry about it.” He smiled at you and you felt the familiar butterflies. “Can I get you a drink?”

“God, yes.” You took a seat by him and when the beer came sliding your way you took a long swig of it.

“How’ve you been, Y/N?” Babe asked, biting his lip. You looked at him knowingly and shrugged.

“How are you?”

“Good.”

“When did you get home?”

“A few months ago.” You looked at him and he smiled sympathetically. “I heard.”

“Who didn’t?” He looked down at his glass, sighing. “I told him.”

“Good,” Babe said, nodding his head. You settled into an uncomfortable silence, each staring at their glass.

“Hey, Babe, Y/N!” You both turned and saw Bill standing across the bar, right next to the dartboard. You shook your head but stood, Babe following close behind.

“You’re relentless,” you said once you reached Bill. He handed you the darts with a smirk.

“You still as good as you were?” he asked, making his way back towards the bar. Babe tried to say something to him, but he shook his head.

“You guys play.” You rolled your eyes and took aim, hitting all your marks.

“Not bad,” Babe said, walking up to grab the darts. You smiled and tried to hide it behind your mug.

“Think you can do better?” you asked with a smirk. Babe cocked his head and straightened himself next to you.

“I think I might.” You waved your hand and watched him aim, hitting his marks as well.

“Not bad.”

“Wanna bet?” Babe asked once you brought the darts back.

“Sure I won’t corrupt you?” Babe laughed and scrunched up his nose.

“Nah, I’m sure I’ll be fine. What else can you do?” You frowned a little and he took the darts from you, holding your hands for a moment too long. “Call it.”

“Seven.”

“What’s the bet?”

“How about another drink?” Babe nodded and hit his mark. You put your hands up and shrugged, making Babe laugh. He gave you the darts back and you looked at him. “Call it.”

“Nine.” He paused and you looked back at him.

“What’s the bet?”

“Miss and you’ll go on a date with me.” You had turned back to the dart board, ready to aim, but stopped. He was smiling shyly.

“Fine.” You threw the dart and it landed right outside the bull’s eye, on fifteen. When you faced him again, you saw Bill smiling at you in the background.

“Well, Y/N,” Babe said, walking towards you, “Looks like you owe me a date.”

“Looks like I do,” you said, looking up at him. He smiled and you shook your head.

“What?”

“I can’t believe you don’t hate me.”

“I don’t hate you, Y/N. I never did and I don’t think I ever will.”

“I left you.”

“Well, you’re back now,” he said, tucking your hair behind your ears. “So, I’m gonna tell you what I should have told you when you walked in. I asked Bill to bring you here.”

“You did?”

“Yes, because there’s something I need to tell you. I should have told you back in Hagenau.” You raised an eyebrow as he leaned in closer so that your noses were practically touching. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you said, letting him close the gap between you in a bone crushing hug as he kissed you more passionately than he had any other time before.

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