#bull randleman x reader

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Hey! I love your work so much! Like your writing is actually beautiful! Anyway, I was wondering if you could do some of the Easy Boys if you were to tell them your pregnant? If not that’s totally ok, I completely get it. I just thought it would be kinda cute lol. I was wondering if you could include Bull, Lieb, Gene, and Winters along with whoever you want bc let’s be honest, I’m in love with them all.

A/n hope you liked this anon! <3

Warnings, so much fluff, slight language, probably needs a spell check.

Bull Randleman

You weren't sure of how he'd react, sure you loved each other but you never got to the point of whether or not you were having kids. When you did tell him his face stayed neutral, you almost thought that he was upset at first until a huge grin displayed across his face. He took you into his arms and gave you the biggest hug. He rubbed your back and kissed the top of your head, holding you close. He then let go to kiss your stomach. Telling his future kid that he loves them. When he looked back at you he had the most genuine smile.

“son of a bitch, I'm going to be a father”

“Damn right your are”

Joseph Leibgott

You just made this man stop completely in his tracks, you knew how bad he wanted a family so as soon as you found out you were expecting, you went running to tell him. He had the biggest holy shit face. He immediately ran to you and scooped you up. He started to ramble, thanking you and telling you how much he loves you and how happy and excited he is. He then gives you the sweetest kiss. The whole day he sported the biggest smile, if anyone asked why so joyfully he proudly told them that he was going to be a father. If this was a modern au I would totally see him calling you a milf, respectfully 

“holy shit I love you so much, you're amazing you know that? I'm gonna be a dad, jesus”

“The best”

Eugene roe

Like bull you haven't discussed the possibility of having kids. You had no idea what to expect telling him the news. You honestly expected the worst. But all that fear washed away immediately when you saw the excitement in his eyes and the wide smile on his face. He asked you if this is what you want and when you nodded with yes he went straight to hug you. Gene would be so caring with you. I honestly think that he would find trinkets and toys to give you his kid when he's old enough.  Will be such a great dad.

“Are you sure we're ready for this”

“Probably not but one things for sure is you are going to be a great mom”

Richard winters 

you wanted kids and so did winters, you've talked and discussed it before, even going as far as telling what names you liked and disliked. But it was always something you said you would do later in life, so it came as a surprise when you found out you were pregnant so soon. Telling him was exciting and nauseating at the same time. It took him a second to  register what you meant, but he was more than excited. Starting a family has been something he's always wanted and now it's a dream come true. He rapped you in your arms telling you how happy he gets to do this with you.

“I love you, you know that?”

“More than you know”

Ronald Speirs

Honestly children were never really in the question. When you and Speirs talked about your future you would talk about beaches and vacations and buying a big house. Never kids. So you were rightfully terrified to find out you were pregnant. You had no idea if Speirs ever wanted kids. When you told him you half expected for him to walk away. It took at least ten seconds for him to make any face acknowledging to you his feelings. That's when he hugged you. When he pulled away he had tears in his eyes and a smile on his face. 

“were having a kid?”

“We are”

“I love you”

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He's the Boss Part 1(Bull Randleman x F!Reader)

Guys I don't know how I feel about this. Ah! There is a second part, yay, but let me if this one is good. If it's not I can write another one. IDK ahh having imposter syndrome. I feel like it's not good, which makes me sad. I was so excited for the story. I feel bad if it's trash cause I hyped it up. Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to the people involved.

I stifle my laughter seeing Perconte’s small figure clinging onto the back of Bull. Poor Perco got shot in the ass, and George owed me a fiver. I made my way over to the radio-man already grinning at him. He rolled his eyes knowing what I was smiling about. 

“I’m not making any more bets with you Y/N!” He huffed, coughing up the cash. I pocketed it with a chuckle. 

“You say that every time Luz!” I told him. 

“What can I say, I'm a gambling man.” He grinned at me, as I gave him a playful elbow. He slapped me on the back as we walked to the house we made our base. We were all weary from the long stay in Bastogne, it was one of the hardest stints I’ve had in the paratroopers. We lost a lot of good men. However there was some relief, we had finally taken Foy. Which was one of the attacks we had been dreading for a while. I think we were all ready for a break but it wasn’t to be, ordered to go forth and take more towns that the Germans occupied. But for tonight we finally had a roof over our head and some proper shelter from the freezing cold. 

We made our way into the house, the men quickly claiming their spots on the floor with their gear. Luz fortunately was thoughtful enough to save me a spot beside him. 

“How’s your ass Perco?” I asked as we stepped over the man who was lying on the floor being tended to by Gene. 

“Never had any complaints!” He retorted quickly, sending Luz and I into hysterics. Bull rested next to him, keeping him company. I straighten. “Sir.” I said, clearing my throat. He glanced at me unamused at my antics. 

The Sergeant had never liked me. I’m not sure why, maybe because I mucked around with Luz all the time. I was serious when I needed to be but more often than not I was getting into mischief. Bull had never said anything to me or scolded me. But his disappointed stare was all he needed to send in my direction to send me running with my tail between my legs. He intimidated me. someone that large was intimidating, he didn’t have to say a thing. 

“Give me your smokes, Y/N.” George nudged me as we got comfy on the floor. 

“No way! People pay good money for these!” I shook my head. I didn’t smoke like everyone else, which meant I could use the packs to my advantage. I would trade and sell them to the other men when they ran out. I had gotten a lot of neat things by trading my packs. But George, who smoked like a chimney, was always bugging me for freebies. 

“Oh come on Y/N!” He pouted. 

“Fine! Fine! You’re a dick you know that.” He grinned happily as I handed him one of the hoarded packs I had in my bag. Picking one out he quickly lit it, puffing away. He offered me the smoke to which I shook my head. 

“Where do you think Bull gets all his Cigars? I mean those aren’t part of the ration packs are they?” I asked, watching the man, he always had a cigar hanging from his lips. It always baffled me where they came from.

“Eh, I don’t know, never thought about it.” George shrugged. 

“George, you don’t think about anything.” I said knocking on his skull proving my point that it was empty up there. 

I watched Bull curiously. He was one of the quieter men in the company. He liked to sit and watch, rather than join in on the shenanigans. But whenever he did speak everyone hung on his every word. Even if it was only one comment it would be the funniest comment of the whole night. That would have everyone keeling over in laughter. He would just grin. When I first met the man I assumed he would be a brute, a man of that stature was surely big and scary. But he was kind and soft spoken in his thick country accent. No one really took too kindly to me though in the beginning, I was a replacement, and a female one at that. They all avoided me, scattered when I walked into a conversation, like I was infectious. After weeks of trying to prove my worth to the original Easy company men, I had befriended George. Well I say befriend, he says bribe. If he talked to me for more than a couple of sentences I would give him some smokes. So at first he would only talk to me to get smokes, but he found that we were similar and had become good friends. Always joking and laughing. He still says he only hangs out with me for the free smokes. But it’s ok I have him trained well. Bull was one of the ones who still hadn’t warmed up to me, I seemed to be able to make friends with the rest of the men. But the tall man was an enigma. If he was so kind and gentle, why did he dislike me so?     

************* 

Gun fire pelted down on our position as we crouched behind a rock wall. Every time I poked my head up to see if the cost was clear the shooting would start again. 

“Goddammit they got us pinned.” I yelled over the noise to the men I hid with. 

We needed to move forward into the town for this attack to be successful. It was currently not going the way we had planned. 

“Shifty!” I called our sharpshooter over to help me. 

“I need you to take out that sniper!” He nodded looking over the wall, only for us to flinch back as the machine gun fired on our position. 

“I can’t, not with him firing at us like this!” I sighed, racking my brain for a way we could distract them. 

“You’ve had an idea.” Shifty said, watching my face as if he had seen the mental light bulb go off in my brain. 

“Don’t let him shoot me Shifty!” I said to him, he gave me a curt nod. I shuffled my way to the end of the wall, I took a deep breath. I stood up from my position, sprinting forward. The sniper was on me in seconds, bullets landing close to me, I could feel them whooshing past my face. Anytime now Shifty. I thought as I ran as fast as I could, the sniper barely missing me each time. I looked back over my shoulder to our original position, I could see Shifty but he wasn’t shooting. He motioned to one of the other men for another gun. Oh shit! Not looking where I was going, I stumbled, falling forward onto my hands and knees. Oh fuck! I was now a sitting duck, fun fact it’s easier to hit a still target than a moving one, which right now I currently am. I groaned out in pain as one of the bullets finally hit its target, lodging itself in my arm. 

“Y/N!” I heard booming across the open field. “Get your ass moving!” Bull and his men hunched behind a broken down car. I got to my feet, making my way quickly over to where Bull was. The Sniper was hot on my tail, hitting the ground I had just left behind me. So close, so close! I dove forward, careening into Bull’s open arms. He caught me, but the force at which I flew was stronger than we both expected, as we fell back in a heap on the ground. I panted, my lungs burned from the effort. I sighed in relief at being safe again. I pushed myself off of the man, clearing my throat in an awkward way. 

“Thank you Sarge!” I said straightening myself, and putting my helmet back on my head. 

“What the hell were you thinking private, are you trying to get yourself killed?” Bull yelled angrily at me. My eyes widened. I don’t think I have ever heard him use that tone of voice with anyone. I flushed with embarrassment. 

“I was just a distraction for Shifty.” I replied, my voice slightly shaky. 

“Don’t ever do that again, you hear!” He reprimanded me. I nodded my head, tears welling in my eyes. It was one thing to be told off, but to be scolded by the Sergeant that never raised his voice at anyone, was humiliating. 

“We’re moving out, Y/N you’re with us now!” I didn’t have time to be upset, we were in the middle of an assault, for christ sake. I took a breath, gathering my thoughts. I followed behind Bull’s team of men. 

The assault was a success. I had found Shifty afterwards to ask him what had happened. His gun got jammed, he did eventually get the sniper with someone else's gun. We finally had cleaned up the town and were getting ready for the night. 

“Y/N I heard you were up to no good today. Being told off by Bull.” George grinned at me punching me in the shoulder. 

“OW!” I flinched away holding my arm, George laughed, then realised the tears in my eyes. 

“Oh shit, Y/N are you ok?” He looked concerned, tears spilling down my cheeks. 

“I got shot, I forgot. I had so much adrenaline, I guess I didn’t feel the pain.” We had been so busy, and I was so caught up in my own head about Bull yelling at me I completely forgot I had been injured.  

“You forgot? Medic!” George looked shocked. Gene rushed over quickly, as everyone also looked. It was late in the evening to declare a wound. 

“What happened?” Gene asked, also confused. 

“She got shot and apparently forgot.” George tells the medic. 

“Come on.” Gene moves me to a more private room, away from everyone else. I take off my jacket and top, leaving me in my white t-shirt. I lift the sleeve to expose the wound. I look down at my arm which is covered in dried blood down to my wrist. The bullet hole itself looked red and angry, a perfect circle had been punched into my skin. 

“The bullet is still in there.” Gene said as he assessed the laceration. “I have to get it out, or it could cause infection. It’s going to hurt.” I nodded defeated. I watched him pick up big tweezers, and my stomach dropped. I turned away when he moved towards the wound with the instrument. Not wanting to see him plunge them into my skin. I winced, trying my best not to make any noise. I bite on my lip, trying to remain as still as possible for the medic. I gripped onto my leg, digging my nails into my flesh. My eyes shot open when I felt my hand being taken off my leg and squeezed. To my surprise Bull sat in front of me clasping my hand in his. It caught me so off guard I forgot I was trying to be quiet. 

“AHH.” I yelped as I felt Gene twisted the tweezers in my skin. I gripped onto Bull’s hand tightly. 

“Sorry Y/N, almost there, you’re doing good.” Gene muttered as he concentrated. 

“Breath, Y/N!” Bull ordered, I hadn’t noticed but I was holding my breath as Gene worked. I gulped in air. Bull nodded, reassuring me. My cheeks were wet with my tears. 

“Got it!” I heard the bullet clatter into the metal kidney dish Gene had with him. I sigh with relief, thankful the ordeal was over. He finished the dressing, leaving Bull and I in the room by ourselves. I didn’t speak, feeling awkward. 

“Y/N I wanted to apologise for today.” Bull started, in his low country drawl. It was so smooth and silky, I’m sure if he read me a bedtime story I would be asleep in seconds. 

“I only reacted like that because I was concerned.” I laughed, his brows furrowed with my reaction. 

“You were concerned about me?” I asked unsure if I had heard him correctly. 

“Yes. Why is that so hard to believe?” He asked, genuinely confused. 

“Well, you hate me.” His eyebrows shot up, surprised by my accusation. 

“I don’t hate you. Who told you that?” He leaned forward, resting his elbow on his knees. He looks pissed. 

“No-no one, I just thought.” Saying this out loud to him now makes me feel stupid. 

“You just thought what?” He squints at me, tilting his head for emphasis. 

“You always glare at me.” I defend myself. “And you don’t talk to me.” 

“You avoid me!” He counteracts. “You run away from me.” 

“Well because…” He waits for my answer. 

“I think there has been some miscommunication between us, don’t you think?” I nod. 

“Well Y/N I can tell you now I certainly don’t hate you, in fact I quite like you. You’re good for the men, especially George, someone needs to keep him on a leash.” My mouth falls open, never in a million years would I have expected those words to come from Bull’s mouth. “I think we got off on the wrong foot. I will admit I was weary of you in the beginning. But that was because you were a replacement and the men we have had in the past have not been the best soldiers. You on the other hand, you did good.” I felt my face flush, I wanted to pinch my cheek, surely I was dreaming. Bull’s laughter shocked me, big and booming it filled the small room we sat in. It was rich in tone, just like his voice. I liked his laugh. 

“Don’t look so shocked, darling!” He chuckles, he pulls his gun from the floor, opening the butt of it. From the compartment he pulls his signature cigar, he lights it, inhaling deeply as it glows a cherry red. He blows out the smoke, leaning back in his chair. 

“I think I’ve sent you into shock.” He joked, pulling me from my surprise. 

“I just-I don’t think I have heard you speak so much in one go.” He laughs again, a smile forms on his lips. My heart fluttered, it felt nice to make him laugh. 

************* 

“Y/N get off George, the poor man can’t breathe.” Bull said from behind me, he had walked in on me attacking George, poking him in his sides until he couldn’t breath from laughing. He had been teasing me insistently about Babe having a crush on me. Babe did not have a crush on me. We were friendly and that’s all it was, but George liked to wind me up. I stood up giving Bull a toothy grin as he shook his head, but a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. 

“Bull, thank god you came, I thought she was about to kill me.” I sent a look to George, it wasn’t a threat but a promise that I would get him again if he wasn’t careful.    

“Look at her, those eyes, she’s a killer I tell you.” George pointed at me. Bull chuckled. 

After I had figured out that Bull in fact did not hate me like I suspected, we turned into close friends. We were polar opposites but we worked well together. I was a chatter-box and he was a listener. But I could get him to say more than any of the other men in the company could. He had the most interesting stories. I would listen intently as he spoke, sometimes getting distracted, just listening to his voice. His velvety rich accent always gave me goosebumps, so I would get him to talk as much as I could just so I could hear him speak. I found that he was just a big teddy bear. Very country boy, raised on manners and good faith. I liked to call him Ferdinand the bull off of the cartoon of the sweet bull who would rather sit and smell flowers than fight. It perfectly encapsulated the Sergeant. He was so gentle in everything he did. I didn’t want to admit it but I had grown quite attached to him, and differently to the other men of Easy. I made all the men laugh all the time, sure it felt good. But when Bull laughed at my jokes, I felt giddy. When he smiled at me my heart fluttered. I have never felt this from anyone. But I was sure it was just because I looked up to him, and not literally. He was my boss so of course I wanted to impress him. 

“Bull, we are going to one of the pub’s tonight are you coming?” I sidled up to the man as he walked. His eyes flick down to look at me, as he puffs on his cigar. I smiled up at him. 

“Sure I will, just because you asked.” I grin, I hold onto his arm giving it a squeeze. 

“Alright, get to your task, Y/N.” He shoos me away with a small smirk. 

“Yes Sir.” He laughs as I salute him walking away. 

“Is he coming?” George asks from behind me, I turn, nodding my head. “See I told you he would come if you asked!” He wiggles his eyebrows. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” I scoff mocking offence. 

“Oh please, you two are smitten with each other!” I glare at him, as he stares at me with wide eyes. 

“George you think I’m smitten with everyone, five minutes ago you said that Babe and I had something with each other.” I point out to him as we walk to help with the stock take. 

“But I actually mean it with you and Bull. I have seen the way you two look at each other.” He pouts, fluttering his eyelashes, pretending to be me. I shake my head, shoving him. 

“Ok if it's about how we look at each other, then you and that hershey bar you were eating the other day were totally in love.” I mimic the way he ate the bar, moaning with each bite. 

“You’re not wrong, that hershey bar really rocked my world.” He grinned at me. 

“You’re gross.” But we crack up laughing.   

#I am so sorry if this is trash #maybe I can save it with the next part #bull randleman x reader #bull randleman #George Luz #Shifty Powers #Perco #band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #hbo war #band of brothers imagine #fanfic

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Epiphany

So here is the fic to accompany the BoB x Taylor Swift moodboard for Bull. I actually really enjoyed writing for Bull for the first time. Thank you to @sarah-457 for requesting a fic for Bull Randleman. Thank you @rain-lavender-rain for proofreading.

Y/n watched in defeat as members of Easy Company trickled back into camp; bloodied and bruised, some carrying their wounded comrades, others limping in on their own. Y/n hurried to help them, guiding them to the aid station where Eugene had already begun to patch up several wounded soldiers.

“Sit down over here, kid. Where are you hit?” She asked, rolling up the young man’s trouser leg when he motioned to the wound. It wasn’t bad, a clean hit straight through. She applied some sulfa powder, dressing the wound quickly before moving on to the next casualty. Her eyes continued to scan over the stream of men entering the camp, keeping her eyes peeled for one particular sergeant.

“Hey Hoob,” she called out as Donald Hoobler walked passed her. “Have you seen Bull?”

“No sorry,” he mumbled. “Not since we retreated. He was there during the advance though. I’m sure he’s around here somewhere.”

Y/n nodded, continuing to wrap a sling around the injured soldier's arm, her mind too preoccupied with the thoughts of Bull.

She wasn’t exactly sure when she and Bull had become friends. He was a private person and hadn’t warmed to her as quickly as the likes of George Luz and Skip Muck had but they soon became firm friends. Bull seemed to have this older brother persona and was always watching her back, even though Y/n didn’t see him as a brother and may or may not have been harbouring the world's largest crush on the sergeant.

As the night drew in, Y/n finally retreated to the foxhole she shared with Eugene, although as usual, Eugene was checking on someone. Y/n often wondered if he ever slept. He would rise early and go to bed late, the second someone was wounded he was by their side and she often wondered how he got there so quickly.

She slumped into the foxhole, cursing the world as she threw her musette bag off her shoulder. She still hadn’t seen Bull and the niggling feeling in her stomach grew to an all consuming ache.

“Hey Y/n, have you seen Bull yet?” Johnny asked, glaring down at her. Johnny always glared, despite the three of them being friends she could rarely recall a time when she witnessed Johnny Martin really smiling.

“No I haven’t seen him and I’m getting really worried,” she spoke softly, trying to hold back the inevitable tears that she’d been holding in all day.

“Some of the guys are going out on a patrol to look for him…”

“I’ll go,” Y/n interrupted, grabbing her musette bag and scrambling to her feet.

“No. No. No. Bull would never forgive me if I let you get injured whilst looking for him. Not a chance Y/L/N. Stay here. I’ll let you know as soon as I know anything.”

She knew Johnny was right but the thought of Bull all alone, trapped and possible injured caused her heart to ache.

The next morning came too soon and with no sign of the patrol or Bull, Y/n couldn’t help the growing suspicion that something had gone terribly wrong.

She was sitting in an empty crate, counting through her medical supplies when she heard the all too familiar shout from Johnny. “BULL!”

Could it be? Was she just hearing things?

Shoving her supplies back into the musette bag she hurried over to the crowd, spying Webster and Hoobler who had gone out on last nights patrol. Then the unmissable figure of Bull Randleman appeared, his great barking laughter filled the air as he embraced Johnny and several other paratroopers.

“Bull?” She called out, stopping in her tracks. The group of paratroopers all turned to face her. Now normally at this point in the movies the girl would go running towards the man, jump into his arms and they share a passionate kiss as music plays around them. This however is real life and neither one moved. Johnny coughed and began to usher the other paratroopers away.

“Little lady,” Bull greeted her with his usual nickname, watching her cautiously as the cogs in Y/n mind seemed to turn into overdrive. Something within her snapped and she felt herself hurtling towards the large man her first raised.

“YOU IDIOT! What the hell were you thinking! You could have died!” She felt her fists hammering against his chest as she shouted, cried, screamed at him in anguish. Bull just stood still, waiting patiently for her to calm down.

“I could have lost you,” she sobbed, burying her face into his ODs. Bull quickly wrapped his large arms around her, pulling her closer to him and muffling her cries.

“Those Kraut bastards couldn’t kill me if they tried and by God did they try. I’ve got too much to live for to do something stupid like dying,” he confessed, cupping her cheek in his warm hand and bringing her face up to look her in the eyes.

“I’m sorry I made you worry. I promise I’ll try not to do it again.” He smiled and his heart swelled as she returned it with a tearful grin.

“You’d better keep that promise, Bull Randleman.”

“Anything for you Little Lady.” He looked passed her to check the others had dispersed before pulling her close again and placed a much needed kiss to her lips. The smell of tobacco was strong as she kissed him and had it been on anyone else she’d have probably pulled away for some fresh air but it made her want to kiss him more. His strong arms wrapped around her, pressing against the small of her back.

“Bull, I…”

“Shhh. For once in your life just don’t worry,” Bull comforted her but she fought against his grip.

“No Bull. I can’t give you my heart, you might break it and I don’t know if I could survive that.” Y/n felt tears welling in her eyes again and wiped her face in the grimy sleeve of her ODs.

Bull looked down at her, his eyes shining with adoration. “Oh Little Lady, I could never break your heart. I promise I’ll look after it.” Bull kissed her again, this time gentiler and slower, savouring every moment of…

“Hey Bull! Y/N! Come on, we're moving out.” Johnny called from somewhere on the road behind them and the pair couldn’t help but giggle like naughty children.

“Come on, let’s get that shoulder looked at Tough Guy.”

“Anything for you, Little Lady.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#band of brothers x reader #dick winters x reader #lewis nixon x reader #ron speirs x reader #carwood lipton x reader #babe heffron x reader #bill guarnere x reader #eugene roe x reader #joe toye x reader #george luz x reader #don malarkey x reader #shifty powers x reader #joe liebgott x reader #david webster x reader #skinny sisk x reader #bull randleman x reader #floyd talbert x reader #band of brothers head canon #band of brothers headcanon #band of brothers #my writing

[rogue-durin-16]

This is a fun idea that I’ve had rolling in my head for a while, but you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to! What if the reader likes to draw, so obviously, when surrounded by those snackable men in East company, she draws them! She puts little notes next to the faces (ex. Thinks he’s gods gift to women, or sweetest man alive), and maybe how some of the Easy boys would react to flipping through the sketchbooks and seeing the notes? With Toye, Luz, Bull, and Shifty?

A/N: I drew them for no reason. In like half an hour. I am so stupid somebody sedate me. Btw I actually read this when you sent it and thought omg I love it, and then completely forgot it existed. Enjoy these super delayed headcanons? <3

Warnings: none

JOE TOYE

"Hey, whatchu got there?"

Bad start.

You halfheartedly let him flip through the pages and this man's slack jawed.

Keep in mind that, while Joe knows you sketch in your free time, he has no idea you sketch them.

Double shock when he gets to his face.

Doesn't process the silly notes at first because something's not clicking.

You drew him. Him. Out of- him?

Tries his best not to blush

Genuinely doesn't know how to react

AND THEN HE SEES THE NOTES

This man cannot hold back a little smile of endearment when he reads 'toughest motherfucker' because that's a big ass compliment.

Specially considering he thinks he's a dud.

'an actual sweetheart' this man choked on his own words. A SWEETHEART. HIM. A-

"Do you... Like it or...?"

"It's— yeah no, I-I love it. They're really good huh..." Tries to act cool while he hands it back.

He can't look at you in the eye for a hot minute because you made his brain shortcircuit with a quick sketch.

Tough and a sweetheart. No one had ever called him a sweetheart.

Toye knows he's got a soft side to him, but it's buried so deep he never thought someone would notice.

Bot you did, and it keeps him up at night for months I'm not even kidding.

GEORGE LUZ

George is bored. He's very vocal about it.

You don't care. You're very vocal about it too.

Well too bad because Luz wants attention so he's going to annoy you until he gets some.

Verbal vexation doesn't work because you're currently focused on sketching Malarkey, so he switches to plan B; snatching the sketchbook away from you.

Immediately teases you about drawing Don while you chase him through the house you're billeted in.

Flips through the pages without actually seeing shit because initially he just wanted your attention and he got it.

But then he catches a glimpse of his face and sudden he's actually interested.

A boyish grin lights up his gaze.

He's way too happy about a damn sketch and he knows it but he can't help it.

You drew him and he looks handsome. He has never thought of himself as handsome but apparently you did.

Shoves you away to read the notes.

'Easy's source of joy'. THE REASSURANCE HE FEELS-

He snickers at the 'human lucky charm.

Then his head snaps at you in disbelief.

"SHORT?!" He's FLABBERGASTED. It's your turn to laugh.

Also run because George is so chasing you.

He's not sure what he's gonna do when he gets you. Probably hit you with the goddamn sketchbook. Probably kiss you idk he'll see.

BULL RANDLEMAN

Bull knows you sketch them for fun.

He's caught a glimpse of a couple of drawings here and there but never said anything, not even to you.

But now you two are sitting by each other's side at a bar in silence and he's adamant about making a conversation with you.

He bumps your arm, tilts his chin at you and then at the sketchbook peeping from your bag.

"Can I see 'em?"

How are you gonna say no to this absolute darling? To be fair you forgot about the little notes on his drawing.

He nonchalantly flips the pages, occasionally nodding and making quiet comments.

"You got talent, Y/n/n."

He's got the book wide open so you can see what he's seeing. And you see his drawing. And the notes.

Bull's heart swells at the sketch. It shouldn't surprise him— the fact that he's got his own page, but it does.

He reads the first note and the corner of his lip twists up. HE READS THE SECOND NOTE AND SNORTS.

He quirks a brow at you. "Anything you wanna tell me?"

You're mortified. He assures you he's completely kidding. Congratulates you on the drawings. Gives it back and watch your every move.

Husband material huh?

SHIFTY POWERS

Shifty makes eye contact with you while you're sketching him. Thrice.

First time you give him a mortified smile and he doesn't get why, but he returns it.

Second time he knows something's up. He sees the sketchbook.

Third time he walks up to you.

You attempt to uhm pretty much run away because you just finished so there's no need to stick around anymore.

He cuts through and get to you before you can leave.

"What were you drawing?" He asks, but he means 'were you drawing me?'

You show him and his eyes light up with joy.

He struggles with words but his visage is a very telling sign that he actually loves it.

He goes through everybody's sketch and asks if you were gonna add any notes to his.

The fact that he seems so excited about it dims your embarrassment and gives you a little bit of courage.

So you take back the sketchbook and scribble the notes before giving it back.

HE LOOKS EVEN HAPPIER.

'certified guardian angel' HELL YES, HE'LL KEEP YOU SAFE ANY DAY.

'lovely but deadly' he wants to kiss you. Much like Toye, he's not used to people seeing both parts of him, but... You do?

"Could I... Maybe... Keep it?"

You're surprised no one else has asked for the drawing. Maybe they assumed you wouldn't give it away.

Shifty's eyes widen momentarily when you rip the page and hand it to him.

He'll cherish the sketch forever.

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#I'd apologize for the sketches' quality but it's as good as it gets when they're quick and messy #these are loosely based on irl people's reactions to me drawing them that I thought fitted the bob boys #band of brothers headcanons #joe toye x reader #joe toye headcanons #george luz x reader #george luz headcanons #bull randleman x reader #bull randleman headcanons #shifty powers x reader #shifty powers headcanons #band of brothers fanfiction #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers fluff #joe toye #george luz #bull randleman #shifty powers

[daisyblinder]

Peaky Blinders

🦋 Arthur Shelby:

Pretty

Legs up

Shelby's Wife, Shelby's lover

A brother or a soldier

Egged (niece! Reader)

Longing Part 1 Part 2

Your voice (sister! reader)

Everything you don't

Escape to me

Headcanon:

Shy!SO

Touch starved!SO

Autistic!SO

SO who has night terrors

🦚 Thomas Shelby:

Falling apart Part 1 Part 2 (Finished)

Bread

Shoes (daughter! Reader)

Enigmatic

Headcanon:

Shy! SO

Touch starved!SO

Autistic! SO

SO who has night terrors

💋John Shelby

Headcanon:

Shy! SO

Touch starved! SO

Autistic! SO

SO who has night terrors

🌾Alfie Solomons

Nurse

Band of Brothers

🍁 Richard Winters

Whoopsie Daisy

🐩 Lewis Nixon

🌹 Ronald Speirs

💐 Babe Heffron

🌼 Bull Randleman

Buttercup

Blurbs:

In his arms

🍀 Buck Compton

🌚 Joe Toye

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

[joetoyesbrassknuckles101]

Bull Randleman

#bull randleman x reader #bull randleman #i love him #easy company #hbo war #band of brothers #gif #picture #a big teddy bear

[hellitwasyoufirstsergeant]

Kinktober - Bull Randleman + size kink

A/N: I’m really pleased with how this one turned out!

Warnings: smut, obviously. Fingering and p in v sex

You knew it was big. Between having surreptitiously eyed his bulge on numerous occasions, and getting to palm him through his pants as he kissed the living daylights out of you, you’d pretty much figured out that Bull had a big dick.

Still, nothing prepared you for when he finally slipped off his pants and underwear and you saw him in all his glory. It was huge. By far the biggest cock you’d ever seen. His tip glistened with precum and he looked oh so painfully hard.

“Jesus.”

“Nope, just me, doll,” Bull chuckled and came back to the bed to hover over you, helping you rid yourself of your own underwear. The scent of Bull’s cigar smoke still lingered in the air, but the erotic smell of your arosal also drifted to your nose as your underwear reached your ankles.

“No way that’ll fit inside me.” You really, really, really wanted Bull to fuck you like his life depended on it. But you were just a bit concerned that he might break you in the process.

Bull picked up on the genuineness of your worry and used one of his thumbs to stroke your cheek. His tenderness took you by surprise, as it always seemed to. “You know we don’t gotta do this, right, doll?” His eyes searched yours for an answer he couldn’t hear as you considered his words.

“I want to, I really do.” You offered a small smile.

“Tell me if you need to stop.” The gentle giant kissed your nose as his hand traced its way up your inner thighs. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” you whispered, unable to stifle a moan as Bull’s hand found your pussy. He coated his pointer finger in the slick around your entrance and nudged it inside. He slowly sank it all the way in, before beginning to gently move his finger in and out.

His eyes never left yours, the intensity of his gaze only making you wetter. Clearly it was doing the same for him because you could feel the hardness of his dick against your thigh.

“More. Please.” He obeyed and added a second finger, crooking them inside you in a come hither motion to stimulate your g-spot. Your wetness made lewd sounds against his fingers that only served to push you even quicker towards your orgasm. Bull began to thumb your clit, causing you to hastily throw a hand over your mouth in a desperate attempt not to disturb the sleeping soldiers in the next room.

“Are you close, doll?” He leaned down to whisper in your ear. You nodded.

“Cum for me,” his command, plus the feeling of his full weight pressed on top of you as he kissed around your ear was all you needed to fall over the edge into a toe curling, mind numbing orgasm. Bull could feel you clenching his fingers as your pussy spasmed around him, your orgasm spreading through your body and making the outside world disappear.

“Think you can take me now ‘ve loosened you up a little, hmm?” Bull swiped his thumb over your lips as his hand cradled your jaw. You nodded, too lost in a lustful haze to be able to speak coherently.

“Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?” Bull waits for you to nod in response to his question before he finally pushes his tip into you. You gasp as he slowly pushes more of himself into your walls. He began to sweat with the sheer amount of self control he had to deploy in order not to piston himself fully into you - with the way your pussy was gripping his cock, he knew he wouldn’t last long.

“Shit, don’t go squeezin’ me so much, sweetheart,” Bull grit his teeth as he pressed his face into your neck.

“Can’t help it,” you mumbled as you hooked your legs higher over his hips to give him easier access. “It’s so big.” At that, Bull let out a very unmanly whine.

“You ready for more?” He felt you nod and pressed more of himself into you, as slowly as he could to allow you to adjust to his size. “Alright?” He asked once he was about three quarters of the way in. You nod, open mouthed. Sure, it hurt a little, but you’d never felt anything like it and the pain seemed only to heighten the pleasure.

“Want it all,” your words were already almost slurred from the pleasure, and he hadn’t even begun to thrust yet. You could see hesitation in his face, but you couldn’t resist using your foot to push on his ass and press the rest of himself inside you.

The both of you let out a simultaneous groan and, after giving you a minute to adjust, Bull began to piston himself in and out of you. His thrusts began measured but grew increasingly frenzied as your tight walls squeezed him more and more the closer you got to your climax.

It felt so good to be so full of him, a heady pleasure that rendered you incapable of anything apart from biting his shoulder to muffle your garbled moans. In turn, Bull’s head was buried in the crease of your neck, his moans vibrating against your skin. You were glad you hadn’t given into your fears as Bull’s cock continued to make you feel so deliciously stretched out, and he fucked you stupid.

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[auroralightsthesky]

Ok, knife throwing reader or s/o for BoB.

AAAAAAGH!!! Yaaaas honey I gotcha!! I hope you don't mind the Bull Randleman pairing for this one 😋😋😋😋

You and Bull had been married for about four years and loved including the guys in alot of things when you didn't need alone time with each other

So one year you guys decided to go to Arkansas and spend a summer on the cattle farm that Bull had inherited from his parents

The bulls and the cows were super friendly and so weren't the neighbors. His friend, Cooter, who lived over the hill was a total redneck but insanely fun to be around

So when Bull and Cooter wanted to teach you how to throw knives, they thought they'd have their work cut out for them

But oh were they wrong

You were showing off all your trick shots with the knives, hitting one target after the other

Needless to say the guys crossed their legs a few times (boys, ya'll know what I'm talkin about, lol)

You guys would have competitions to see who could beat you, Roe came in a close second along with Shifty

Pretty soon the wood fence had all sort of knicks and holes in it from your contests

But you and Bull love how many good memories it's given you

Because then you guys are able to teach others and give it to them in return

#band of brothers #denver bull randleman #bull randleman x reader #hbo war #hbo war headcannons #easy company

[multifandomlover01]

The Truck (rubbish title, I know)

Bull Randleman x Reader (female implied but could be read as gender neutral)

Traveling/Stargazing

October 2022 writing prompts

I’m getting tired of and lazy with these 😳😬 oh no

Word Count: about 734 (more than I thought it was, I guess)

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own writing

Tags: @cody-helix02 @georgelust @immrsgeorge-luz @emmythespacecowgirl

A/N: I guess I’ll post this but it feels empty and low effort, I kinda just had ideas and wrote them down. It doesn’t really have that much of an ending.

When Bull had mentioned traveling in his truck with you, you didn’t think much of it at first. He’d gotten a pick-up truck from someone and had been working on it all Spring and Summer and now that it was Fall and the weather was nice, he wanted to go traveling with you. It was amazing to see the transformation the truck had gone through in those months.

When he first got it in March, you wondered why he had gotten the beat up piece of junk. But you let it go when he said it’d be his little pet project for a while. You knew Bull loved to work on vehicles so you were glad he’d found one. Because he’d also been wanting a truck for literally the longest time.

By the time October rolled around, the truck was looking like it was in very good condition. And Bull was anxious to test it out. He’d suggested a day trip across state, just a few hours there and back, he’d said. You and Bull hadn’t spent much time together lately (mostly due to how busy the two of you were with different things). So you agreed as it seemed special to both of you.

Bull insisted you two leave at a certain time to get there and get back at a certain time. It involved coming back in the early evening when it’d be dark, so you worried about that a bit, but Bull was a good driver and he was the one driving so if he was ok with the times, so were you.

You got ready for the trip (what little you had to for a day trip) and set out. You didn’t miss Bull sneakily trying to put blankets and pillows in the bed of the truck when he thought you wouldn’t notice. You decided not to say anything though, figuring if he obviously didn’t want you to know about it (at least something as innocuous as blankets), then you should pretend that you don’t.

You settled into shotgun while Bull settled into the driver’s seat.

“Ready, darlin’?”

“Ready.”

He started up the engine and you half expected it not to work. But it did. And off you went.

You two chatted and caught up on life for most of the drive there. You admired nature as it passed you by. You got an early dinner at a diner you two loved when you arrived at your destination (which in reality just was the diner itself). It was a lovely dinner. The food at the diner was as delicious as the last time you ate here when you’d last passed this way. Then you headed back home. As the sun was setting, you admired the colors in the sky.

As you were headed home and darkness fell upon you, a few miles out from home, Bull stopped on the side of the road.

“Is something wrong?” You asked, afraid something might very well be with the truck. Though you hadn’t heard anything and Bull hadn’t said anything. You’d had such a good time so far that you’d actually completely forgotten about the blankets.

“Nothin’s wrong darlin’. I wanna show you somethin’.”

“Okay.”

He exited the truck and you followed his lead, walking to the back. That’s when you remembered the blankets…when you saw them on the truck bed with some pillows. Bull lowered the gate and jumped into the bed of the truck. He offered his hand and helped you up into it.

“I know how much you like stargazing and I thought this seemed like a good spot.”

“You know we could’ve done this in our own backyard, right?”

“This seemed more special for my special little lady.”

You blushed and hugged Bull tightly.

“Thank you, Den. I really did enjoy today and this is kind of like the icing on top of the cake.”

“I thought you’d like it.” He smiled down at you. He leant down and kissed your cheek.

You two laid down on the blankets and rested your heads on the pillows. You looked up at the stars in the sky. You huddled closer to Bull and cuddled up against him. You pointed out constellations to him. Everything was right with the world. You laid there for hours watching the stars. You eventually fell asleep cuddling with Bull. He carried you into the truck and slowly drove the rest of the way home so as not to wake you. He picked you up gently and carried you into the house and tucked you into bed.

#bull randleman x reader #October 2022 writing prompts #band of brothers x reader

[bellewintersroe]

Could I please have a ship?

I’m about 5’8, I have shoulder length dark brown hair, brown eyes, and glasses. At school I’m pretty shy and quiet but at home and with my friends I’m one of the loudest! I’m a very anxious person too. People have described me as loyal, understanding, sweet, and funny. My interests are dance, psychology, history, art, and really any sciences. My dream career is to be a neurosurgeon.

heyyyyy! Thank you for your request!!! I’m actually loving writing these so much <3

I ship you with Chuck Grant!

Okay before I start this I think the fact you aspire to be a neurosurgeon is so fucking cool- and you’d know all the medical/ brain stuff (that I don’t understand! I wish you all the best!!) but anyway after Chuck’s injury you’d be the BEST support for him.

so obviously you’d understand a great deal in ways of how to support him with recovery. He’d be eternally grateful for you, like beyond belief, even before his accident he’d question constantly how he got somebody as good as you??

you were always there to show up at his surgeries, all his therapy afterwards, it made Chuck cry. Your loyal nature made him trust you so much that he felt he could be completely vulnerable with you. Honestly Chuck values more than anything.

of course as well Chuck would support your goals endlessly, like he’d probably cry for happiness with you whenever something good happens.

moving to wayyyy before Chuck’s accident, being shy himself, Chuck noticed you keeping to yourself often. He found it hard to keep his eyes off you, but also found it hard to approach you. He just couldn’t bring the courage and didn’t know if it would make him look weird?

Anyway, so when he heard a voice, startling him and causing to almost drop his tin bowl, his eyes almost fell out of his sockets seeing you? Why he was so shocked? I’m not too sure. But he was completely entranced by you.

you were laughing around and joking with your friends, clearly deeply enjoying yourself. I feel like all you’d have to do was to give him a shy / polite smile and it would cause Chuck to go weak in the knees.

seriously, he thought you were stunning, he was in somewhat in a shocked delight that you’d smiled at him.

I feel like it would be a slow burn with Chuck, the two of you would most likely meet through friends and grow close that way? Understanding each others shyness with strangers was something that you had in common.

it was when people started joking around about both of your red cheeks and how you were often both in your own little world together, when Chuck finally decided to do something about it. It took a lot and I mean A LOT of talking into from his and your friends for him to tell the boys joking around to shut up, and catch up you one day after leaving a pub.

I feel like being naturally funny you were babbling away, and he wouldn’t have been laughing cos he's probably sooooo in his head about what he wants to tell you.

he'd probably just blurt it our after a little too much stammering, causing both of you to turn into blushing messes? idk its just so cute and Chuck would get so happy when he finds out you feel the same.

i think he'd probably make the first move for your first kiss? i know he seems somewhat quieter but i just think he'll get these random bursts of confidence???

the more intense your relationship becomes, the more protective Chuck feels about you. I feel like when you first explain to him about feeling anxious he wouldn’t understand.

but when he sees how it can effect you? Oh my god, that man can’t do enough to comfort you. He’d truly do anything in his power to prevent you from feeling that way, so would definitely look out for particular triggers that could make you feel that way?

I don’t know, I just feel like I can picture you two laid in bed in the dark, his finger twirling a strand of your hair after he comforts you when you’ve had an anxious day. He would definitely ask about it, mostly to learn himself?

sometimes he frets he’s not doing enough to prevent you feeling anxious:(

But nah, if he sees anybody stepping out of line and even slightly disrespecting you?? He doesn’t hesitate to step in, he’s so brave and much taller than many of the men so he uses it to his advantage.

would literally use his body as a wall between you and whoever is making you anxious.

whether the confrontation gets physical or not, you are his number 1 priority, I feel like he’d take your hand and lead you out of there and enjoy a good night just chilling with you.

as for your interests he couldn’t be anymore amazed by you. Good at history, good at sciences?! AMAZING at art- oh my god he’d be so gobsmacked by all your abilities.

I feel like if you were out with each other he’d try show you off and how smart you were? He’d ask you fun facts to tell, or even if you two were alone he’d just often question you in complete awe.

He seems like the type of boyfriend to want to have an interest in what you’re interested in???

and oh my goddddd- don’t even get me started on what he thinks of you being able to dance.

I feel like he wouldn’t find out for a while, but maybe you two are out drinking in a pub with some of the easy guys and it slips out from somebody else that you can dance.

a little tipsy, and a little turned on, Chuck literally calls out over the table to confirm if this is true.

and when he gets you alone after this???

Well you better be prepared to give him his own personal dance 😈 he’d literally sit back a little glassy eyed from too much alcohol, and you’d both just have so much fun, giggling as he’d cheer out loud for you.

but in all serious i feel like you never seize to amaze him with any of your interests and talents.

being an understanding person I think would always be so important to Chuck. He’d know already how much of an important person you were, but after he was shot and you stuck by his side, it was like you just got it.

anytime lash out or become saddened, he felt like you were always there for him, trying to understand everything he was going through. This skill is vital too, seeing as it affected his speech, you were so patient with him it again, brought him to tears. When he’d get frustrated with himself you can guarantee you’d be there to help?

I feel like he could get a bit insecure?

especially after he was shot he worried you’d leave and felt as though you were too good for him?

but no, no, no this makes me so sad, give him all the reassurance, time and patience he needs and he’ll never ever dream of leaving your side.

~~~~~~~~

platonically I ship you with… Bull Randleman!!

Okay so this is 100% one of the most random friendships to come out of easy company?

but you two are so similar? The way Bull see’s you taking care of everybody around you and your loyal nature impresses him.

did you see how much he took care of the replacements???? It’s no doubt that you two got along. The two of you could appreciate one another and talk about pretty much anything together.

I think you’d be both huge empaths and people would eventually realise that if you needed anything they could turn to you both? You were almost like the mom and dad of the guys??

Bull is also extremely supportive of your goals, he thinks it’s super amazing that you have so many talents and interests, and the fact you wanna be a neurosurgeon?!

like how amazing is that?

anyway hes like a gentle giant, I feel like hes taken good care of you a few times and can sense before anybody else when you’re anxious?

———

big apology for if all this is messed up, I some how messed up the font a good 3 times??? Hopefully it’s okay!

#Band of brothers #Band of brothers x reader #band of brothers imagines #chuck grant #chuck grant x reader #bull randleman #bull randleman x reader

[joenotexotic99]

How they are when you have a hangover.

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

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

Masterlist

Eugene roe

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

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

"Yes I do, drink up"

Dick winters

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

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

Bull Randleman

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

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

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

Lewis nixon

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

"Holy shit nix I love you"

"I love me to"

"Shut up"

Babe heffron

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

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

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

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

[malarkgirlypop]

He's the Boss Part 4 (Bull Randleman x F!Reader)

WELL WELL FUCKING WELL. Jesus christ I have been looking at this part 4 in my wips for ages. Finally got an idea, that then may have spiralled into a whole fucking rabbit hole, but lol here we are! But anyway it's done, woooh, we get a bit of Cowboy Bull thrown in so that's fun! I hope you all enjoy the last instalment of this Bull series. But not to worry, I love Bull and I'm sure I will write another one for him. We need more Bull content goddammit! if this is bad don't tell me lol

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to the people involved.

Tag list: @footprintsinthesxnd, @vikinglover07, @next-autopsy, @panzershrike-pretz, @xxluckystrike, @bucky32557038ww2, @b00ks1ut, @paula-912 (I can't remember of anyone else has asked to be tagged, if you have please remind me, I'm so bad!)

I finally left the room. Bull and I talked for hours laying together on his bed. I looked at the time it was four in the morning, I knew I had to leave before everyone else got up. It wouldn’t be a good look sneaking out the Seargents room in the early hours of the morning, looking freshly fucked. 

“I have to go.” I whispered trying to get out of bed, Bull pulled me back down onto the bed kissing me gently on the lips. I groaned in frustration, he was making it very hard to leave, and he knew it. He watched me intently as I got dressed again, laughing at me as I scoured around for where I had thrown my bra. He was enjoying the show. 

I waved goodbye sneaking out of the room, closing the door quietly behind me. I walked down the hall, the realisation of what just happened hitting me. I couldn’t help but grin, I skipped down to my room. I shut the door behind me, flopping down onto my bed. I glanced at the time, “Ugh I have to be up in 3 hours.” It was a later start on the Saturday but we still had duties to attend even if there was nothing to do here in Austria. We were still waiting for the German army to surrender, but even then we weren’t set on going home after that, they were still fighting over in the Pacific. I fell fast asleep under my covers being so tired from the events prior. 

My alarm blared next to me, I groaned rolling over wrapping my pillow around my head to block out the annoying noise. I sat up smacking the clock off.  A knock rapped on my door, George didn’t wait to be invited in, waltzing into the room and shutting the door behind him. He flopped down onto the bed next to me. 

“We gotta get up, Y/N.” He moaned into the pillow, I peeked my eye open at him, he looked like a bus had hit him. His hair all tousled and dark circles under his eyes. 

“No.” I mumble into the pillow, pulling the covers over my head. He pulled them back down inspecting my face.  

“Why do you look so tired, you barely drunk anything?” He squinted at me. 

“I didn’t get to bed till late. Do we have to get up?” I asked, enjoying the warmth under the blanket. I was so cosy I didn't want to leave my little nest I had made.

He raised his head from the pillow scanning my features, his brows furrowed together in concentration. “What do you mean, you didn’t get to bed till late? We got home at the same time. You and Bull put me to bed. You and Bull. YOU AND BULL!” I flinched away from the man as he pounced on top of me pinning me to the bed. 

“Shhh, George!” I said trying to cover his mouth which hung open. 

“I just didn’t sleep well is all.” I lied, pushing him off of me. I threw the covers back, hastily getting changed into my uniform while George looked at me, I could see from here the cogs turning in his brain. 

“Stop thinking so much, you’ll hurt yourself.” I threw the pillow that had fallen off the bed at his face.    

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We walked down the hall together, “So nothing happened last night?” George asked for the umpteenth time. 

“George, would you quit it! I told you. After I put you to bed, Bull and I had a drink and then we parted ways.” He looked at me suspiciously, still not believing the story I had told him. 

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We made it to the mess hall in time for breakfast, standing in line for our food. Luz spoke cheerily with the other men, seemingly forgetting about the terrible hangover he had. I grabbed a few things off the table that had been prepared, popping them on my plate. My eyes constantly flitted to the door waiting for Bull to walk in. Even though I had only seen him a couple hours ago, I desperately wanted to see him again. Send him a little smile or wink as he walks in. A look that we shared that no one else knew but us. 

I sat down at the table with the rest of the Easy men joining George and I. They all chatted as I nibbled, patiently waiting for Bull to arrive. But he never did, his tall frame never coming into view. He had missed breakfast all together.

“Hey little bird!” George snapped his fingers in front of my face, pulling me from my focus on the door. I looked at him, confusion on my face.

“We are leaving, come on!” George said as I looked around the table we were the only ones left there. 

“Why did you call me little bird?” I asked standing, following George with my plate and putting it on the counter to be returned. 

“Cause you were nibbling on one piece of toast all of breakfast like a little bird.” George said over his shoulder as we walked out of the mess hall. I sighed trailing behind. I had wanted to see Bull so bad, but I know he’s a busy man.

We walked through the buildings, I walked behind George sighing loudly and scraping my feet. George walked briskly ahead, only turning around occasionally to check I was still meandering behind him. Another sigh left my mouth but it was quickly stopped as my arm swinging by my side was snatched up swiftly. My eyes widened as I went to scream, but a large hand covered my mouth stopping any noise from leaving my throat. I was dragged behind one of the walls of the houses we were walking through. I struggled tirelessly against the firm hold that had me, with no success. This person who had me was very much stronger and bigger than me.  

“Easy there!” The warm timbre of the voice stilled me. I knew that voice anywhere. His hands set me free as soon as I stopped struggling. I swung around to face Bull. I crossed my arms over my chest trying to appear annoyed, but the grin on my face gave me away. 

“What on earth are you doing, Bull?” I asked him. He grinned down at me. 

“Come with me.” He replied, gently taking my hand in his leading me away. 

“Where?” I queried, but I let him take me. I held onto his hand following behind my question still left unanswered. All he did was smile at me, his face beamed with excitement. 

We walked for a bit, leaving the buildings behind we were staying in. He walked us onto a gravel road in between rolling fields. We walked all the way down the road, hand in hand, enjoying the scenery. We finally came to a stop under a tall tree, its branches so wide and thick it shaded us from the hot sun. 

“Are we here? Is this it?” I asked again. Bull nodded, hopping the wooden fence with ease. 

“Bull! What are you doing?” I asked in a hushed voice even though no one else was around to hear us. We hadn’t seen people since we had left the town. 

“Come on, it's this way.” He held out his hand for me to help me climb over the fence. I stepped from one foot to the other, looking around to see if we would get caught. 

“You trust me don’t you?” He said hand still reaching out for me. I sighed nodding, I did trust him. I climbed over the fence, Bull lifting me off the other side, once I had reached the top, and placing me gently on the ground. We walked into the field, the edges lined with pine trees. It seemed to sprawl for miles, filled with lush green grass and patches of wildflowers and trees here and there. 

I watched as Bull placed his thumb and index finger in his mouth in a ‘o’ shape. I tilted my head curiously, but soon figured out what he was doing, when a loud whistle left his lips. I stared at him as he swung around sending me a wink. I heard the sound of heavy footfalls racing towards us. There in the distance a horse sprinted towards us. It nickered and whinnied as it ran. It arrived stopping right in front of Bull. It pushed its head into him, as he lifted his hand to pat it. 

“Come on over, he’s not scary.” Bull beckoned me over, as I stood wearily to the side. I moved closer, reaching out for the horse to smell me. He snorted softly pushing his head against my hand as I stroked the bridge of his nose. 

“I don’t know what his real name is but I call him Randy.” He told me. I couldn’t help the laugh that left my lips. 

“What?” He asked, looking confused.    

“Randy, I love it!” I laughed more, hiding my chuckles behind my hand. 

“Well it’s Sir Randy to you, if you’re going to take that attitude!” He said with a serious tone. I couldn’t help but throw my head back in laughter at his antics.  

“Hello Randy.” I cooed as I patted the horse. I watched Bull raise one eyebrow, not looking impressed. 

“My deepest apologies, Sir Randy.” I bowed deeply to the horse to show my respect for his title. Now it was Bull’s turn to laugh as he watched me. 

“Alright, you ready?” Bull asked, I looked at him puzzled. We hadn't been here more than five minutes and he was ready to leave. 

“Are we going already? I asked, a pout on my lips. I didn’t want to go just yet. Bull smiled walking towards me. His arms wrapped me in a tight hug, as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head. I rested my head on his chest looking up at him. Bull’s head dipped down, his lips finding mine. He kissed me softly, letting the touch linger before pulling away.  

“You’re so cute.” He hummed lowly in my ear, sending butterflies swirling in my stomach. 

“No we aren’t leaving. We’re going for a ride!” Bull beamed down at me, my brows knitted together as I pieced it all together in my head. 

“We’re riding Randy?” I asked. He nodded. My eyes widened. “I haven’t ridden a horse before! Also whose horse is this? Are we allowed?” The questions tumbled from my lips in quick succession. 

“Yes we are riding Randy. It’s fine the owner will never know. And who cares if we are allowed or not, it’s fun.” Bull moved away walking back over to the horse, patting Randy on his back. The horse snorted in response. Bull turned back and looked at me, “Plus I have seen how you ride, you’ll be fine.” He sent me a cheeky wink. My cheeks flushed pink, a giggle leaving my mouth. 

“You’re up first.” Bull said to me as I made my way over. Bull clasped his hands together for me to step into, he boosted me up onto the horse. I sat on Randy’s back, feeling unsteady since there was no saddle for me to sit in. 

“Can you ride bareback?” I asked, looking down at him. Bull grinned, sending me a wink.

“Not like that!” I swatted at him with my hand, but he dodged me easily.   

“Yeah. I used to ride bareback all the time, back at the farm.” He said as he hoisted himself up onto the horse, his large frame sitting in front of me. I wrapped my arms around his waist, leaning my head into his back. 

Bull clicked his tongue nudging Randy in the side. The horse snorted and started walking forward. 

“Where are you going to take me?” I asked from behind him, craning my neck up to see over his shoulder. But his torso being so much longer than mine made the task difficult. I opted to look out at the side view, since I couldn’t see a thing in front of me. 

“Well I saw this nice creek, looked good for a dip.” Bull said in his country drawl. I didn’t have time to react to his comment, before he kicked the horse in the side. 

“Heyah!” He yelled, Randy took off in a sprint. I yelped in surprise, holding on tightly to Bull. Randy cantered through the field leading us to a gate, we passed through it quickly. I was trying to admire the view but it all just blurred past due to the speed at which we were going. I held on for dear life, but felt safe with Bull handling the horse. 

We finally reached the small creek, willow trees swayed in the breeze, their long branches reaching down and touching the water. 

“Oh, Bull, this is stunning.” I said, casting my gaze around at the scenic view. He dismounted the horse easily, landing steady footed on the ground. Before I knew it, I was being plucked off of Randy. Bull’s strong hands taking under my arms and lifting me gently to the ground. He placed me on my feet in front of him. 

I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at my lips. I leant forward, kissing him gently. But Bull seemed to have other plans, his mouth taking mine hungrily. I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me deeper. His hand finding the buttons of my top, I pulled back laughing, swatting his hands away from me.

“Hey! We can’t do it here! What if we are caught?” I blushed thinking about being caught in that certain predicament with Bull. 

“Oh no ma’am, that wasn’t my intention.” Bull grinned a cheeky smile. 

“And then tell me good sir. What was your intention?” I asked prodding his chest with my finger. Bull grabbed my wrist, pulling me in closer. 

“I was just helping you get undressed. We are going for a dip after all.” He laughed heartily, the noise sending shivers up my spine. 

“Well, last one in is a rotten egg!” I squeal, charging down the grass towards the creek. Flinging my clothes off as I went. Bull wasn’t far behind, shedding his own attire just as quickly. 

“I’ll get you, Y/N!” Bull laughed as he chased behind me. 

“I would like to see you try!” I screamed as he scooped me up in one foul swoop. 

Bull ran into the warm water, with me still in his arms half naked. I snuggled in closer to his chest. Running my hands down his torso. 

“Can we stay like this forever?” I asked, kissing him softly on the lips. 

“Always!” Bull smiled down at me, his sweet eyes creasing at the sides. His lips pressed against mine. “I promise.”         

#YEEHAW #SADDLE UP PARTNER #IT AIN'T MY FIRST TIME AT THE RODEO #IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN #DO YOU? #IF YOU DO TELL ME #CAUSE IDK WHAT I AM SAYING #band of brothers #hbo war #bull randleman x reader #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers imagine #fanfic

[footprintsinthesxnd]

Okay so everyone has been flooding my asks the last few days with request which is incredible. I didn’t realise so many people enjoyed my writing 😂

#reqeust #band of brothers #top gun maverick #young love and old money #the good die young #jake seresin x reader #dick winters x reader #Floyd Talbert x reader #bull randleman x reader #Johnny Martin x reader

[softguarnere]

I absolutely love your writing! I was wondering if you could please do headcanons for Lipton, Dick, Bull, and Luz who have a S/O that it touch starved? Could just use a bit of comfort rn.

Hello Anon! Firstly, thank you so much for the compliment 🙈 Absolutely made my day 💖 I usually try to write requests in the order that I get them, but I am kind of Going Through Things™️ right now and could also use some comfort, so here we go! We will get through this 🤝

Lipton

I've said it before and I'll say it again: Lip 👏 is 👏 an 👏 acts 👏 of 👏 service 👏 type 👏 of 👏 man! So when he realizes that touching you is something that makes you feel good, he's suddenly very into physical touch as a love language

He's so casual about it, like it's second nature to him

He'll bump your shoulders together, he'll pat you on the shoulder as he passes by, put an arm around you in more casual settings

But oh my GOD he would give THE best hugs! Think that line from Waitress about "I hope someday somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight. They don't pull away, they don't look at your face. And they don't try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms and hold on tight without an ounce of selfishness in it" Like??? Hello?! That's Lip to a T

He's absolutely the type of guy who you can ask to hold you without fear of judgement, because he's going to enjoy is as well

Dick

When he finds out that you're touch starved, he knows that he wants to help you in any way that he can. He is a man with a plan and is going to research the heck outta this so that he can figure out the best way to go about it

Researching is how he realizes that Nix is also touch starved but that's a different headcanon and also the hill that I will die on

Because of his rank, he tries to be very professional about it so that he doesn't get either one of you in trouble

Holding your hand under the table, hugging you when you get a second alone together, hand lingering on your shoulder if he's near you

He would definitely make sure that you get some sort of physical contact every day, and check in to sure that you feel good, because he really just wants the best for you

Bull

In terms of hugging, he's about to give Lipton a run for his money

No but he would just casually come up behind you and wrap you in a hug and bury his face in your neck and ask how you're feeling and it would be so sweet

If he's sitting beside you, he just holds your hand without even thinking about it (and he's the type who runs his thumb over your knuckles while you hold hands, it's just very calming, and he does it so naturally)

If you like having someone play with your hair, then you're in luck, because if you're sitting near him, he loves to run his hands through it or tuck it behind your ears

Sometimes when you stand beside him, he puts his arm around your shoulder and pulls you to his side, and it feels like the safest, most loving place in the world

Luz

Okay but his main love language is absolutely a mix of physical touch and words of affirmation, so this is right up his alley

Not so much casually or subtly establishing contact with you as just breaking into a smile whenever he sees you come into a room and immediately making his way over to give you a hug

On a couch, he's either stretched out across your lap or you're stretched out across his, there's no in between

With Luz it's like you two just sort of meld together the second that you're near each other, and it's comforting for both of you, which is definitely a win - and because he's into words of affirmation, you get to hear a lot of sweet things while he holds you, so you know it's going to be alright

It's so calming to share a bed with him omg, he would hold you so close and it would make you feel so secure

Thanks for the request Anon! I hope you liked these 💕🕊️

#anyone else realize they like physical touch as a love language #because the pandemic made them touch starved? #no? just me? cool cool cool #anonymous #my writing #band of brothers #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers headcanon #carwood lipton x reader #carwood lipton #dick winters x reader #dick winters #bull randleman x reader #bull randleman #george luz x reader #george luz #band of brothers imagine

[rogue-durin-16]

ROGUE-DURIN-16'S BAND OF BROTHERS MASTERLIST

Key: f=fluff || a=angst || f-a=fluff+angst || ≈f=mostly fluff || ≈a=mostly angst || os=oneshot || hc=headcanons ||mp=multipart || ?=request || db=drabble/blurb

Back to the front line (≈a|os|?)

Mutuals as BoB characters (x)

• DONALD MALARKEY

Request could request a malarkey x reader where the reader got shot in Bastogne and they meet again in Haguenau? w/ a happy ending and teasin from the boys?

Smile for me [Part I] [Part II] [Part III] (f-a|mp)

Summary: a young promising war photographer is sent to document the Airborne's first missions on french soil, where she inevitably meets Easy Company, and Don Malarkey becomes immediately smitten by her. Lucky him, France wouldn't be the only place in which their paths would cross.

• GEORGE LUZ

'Bout damn time (f|os|?)

Request: Could you write some George Luz fluff where he and the company's female medic have had crushes on each other since Toccoa and their feelings come out while watching Trigger for Talbert while in Holland (set around the Crossroads episode)?

It's just me (f|os)

Summary: Y/n Y/I/n has been playing the matchmaker role for the Easy Company boys since Camp Mackall. Curious about how she is so good at it, George Luz questions his friend about a few things, which leads to one dangerous question; who does the matchmaker fancy?

Stranded (f-alos|?)

Request: may I request a stuck together overnight fic with Luz??

See you around (a|os)

Summary: for most of Easy Company, war took away more than it gave. Pieces of them stayed buried six feet under in foreign land while they were forced to carry on with their lives. George Luz and Y/n Y/I/n, who took time for granted, were no strangers to this tragic fate.

Secrets of an Austrian night (f|os|?)

Summary: Turns out all Y/n needed to pour their heart out was a sleepless night by the fire in a lovely Austrian hotel.

• JOSEPH LIEBGOTT

You got me, I got you (a|os)

Summary; the European conflict seems to be coming to an end when Easy Company stumbles upon the true horrors of it. This terrible discovery shakes Liebgott to his core, forcing him to be pulled back by Y/n. Having some time alone with each other, their friendship appears to be reaching its culmination.

Handle the situation (a|os|?)

Request: Can I request an angsty lieb x reader fic in which the reader pushes alley away from the potato masher at crossroads and it hits her instead and like joe is literally dying inside cuz they had been fighting prior to that?

Poison in your coffee (f|os|?)

Request: got a request for you, Liebgott x reader with the prompt "+If I were your wife, I'd put poison in your tea/-If I were your husband, I'd drink it"?? Not too angsty.

The bridesmaid problem (≈f|os)

Summary: Y/n and Joe's friendship, much like the war, came to an abrupt end in Berchtesgaden. Years later, in their close friend's wedding, fate provides them a second chance to mend what they broke off.

• WILLIAM GUARNERE

Deserve better (f-a|os|?)

Request: Can request angst to fluff fic with bill guarnere x reader, where maybe they see each other after the war, when she comes to Philadelphia to see him but he's like, 'you should find someone better than me' y'know?

• MULTI PAIRINGS

Sniper s/o (f|hc|?)

The boys reacting to their significant other being a great shot and having a high kill count. (Luz, Liebgott, Malarkey, Shifty)

Artsy!reader & Easy Co. (f|hc|?)

The boys reacting to the reader sketching them. (Toye, Luz, Bull, Shifty)

Women in suits (f|hc|?)

The boys admiring women wearing suits. (Malarkey, Hoobler, Luz, Shifty, Bull)

#band of brothers masterlist #don malarkey x reader #george luz x reader #bill guarnere x reader #shifty powers x reader #joe toye x reader #bull randleman x reader #joe liebgott x reader