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Willow Boughs and Wanting

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He’s pushed back into the pew, and he goes without much fight. From his position now, Babe is half looming over him. The light through the windows makes his hair even more red, like a halo of fire consuming him. Babe doesn’t leave him to think for too long, slowly straddling himself over his lap until his knees are on either side of Eugene’s legs. He’s still taller like that, looking down at Eugene’s face when he tips his head back.

“I gotta tell you, Father, you’ve made it a helluva time sitting in on your services,” Babe says, and there’s a hint of a smile there that’s swallowed in something more serious. Babe leans down so close that their lips almost touch. He plays it like a waiting game and Eugene is the one to blink first. He doesn’t know who closes the gap first, but they’re kissing and Babe’s hands are on his shoulders.

If there had been a halo of fire around Babe, it’s going to cover him next, spread its fire like a curious flame licking up around dry wood. It dries the muggy air out of him and brings him closer to something real and solid. They kiss until they’re spending more time pulling away to breathe a shared exhale of the same air.

“It just ain’t right keeping you squirreled away in here all by your lonesome,” Babe murmurs, and Gene doesn’t have time to think about what he means before Babe lets himself settle further down in his lap. Only by sheer will does he keep his hands from grabbing him, either to push him away or drag him down he doesn’t know. Babe looks him in the eye, slow and deliberate in his gaze and grinds down onto his lap. Eugene can’t bite back the noise he makes, something choked off and high that escapes his throat.

“Edward, you can't be doing that,” he means it to sound more of a warning than it does. Instead it comes more like a hurried question.

“What's it gonna take to kill that? Need to know me a little more biblically before you call me the right name?” Babe asks, and the smile from earlier is back. He grinds his hips against Eugene, dropping his head to his shoulder for a moment. He nudges Eugene’s head back, kissing right above his white collar where his throat dips with each swallow.

“Want me to stop calling you by your first name, maybe? You prefer Father Roe if we're being formal like?” He rocks into him again, pulling back to kiss along his jaw. He can feel the blood in his cheeks, hot and thruming underneath his skin. Babe winds his arms around his neck, his eyes falling closed when he leans his head to the side and hips still moving.

"Edward," he tries again, and his voice has found no more strength the longer he waits. Babe's eyes come open again at that, and just as suddenly as they'd ended up together he pulls back. Eugene feels something akin to fear flush through him, suddenly wanting to pull him back down.

He doesn't go far, Babe sinks to his knees in front of him, slower than should be possible with how fast everything else seems to be happening to him. Eugene can’t get a good enough grip on the pew under his hands him to steady himself. There’s a wicked look Babe gets now, and he runs his hands down the outside of Eugene's legs, catching halfway down his shin and holding.

“Awful hard, like I was saying. Supposed to be listening and you’re up there, looking like all a’this,” Babe’s hands move back up again to catch his hips, squeezing just a little. Eugene digs his nails into the pew, wishing the wood would splinter under his grip. He presses until it hurts, tilting his head up and screwing his eyes closed.

“Figured yous would be used to seeing somebody down on their knees like this,” Babe’s grip tightens. He pulls him forward a little, pushing Eugene to choose between letting go of his grip on the old wood or letting his hips be moved forward till his back is almost arched.

“No, I ain’t, it’s not- I never,” his voice comes out in more of a stutter than he had expected. Babe’s grin grows at that. Just as slowly as he’d sunk to his knees before, he leans forward till his lips hover about an inch away from the dark fabric. Despite the layers, Eugene feels a hot flush run down his neck knowing that if Babe looked he would probably be able to see him getting hard.

“You good and sure about that? Don’t wanna take my confession like this?” Babe asks, and there's not a prayer in the world that comes to him now.

[eugeneroehoe]

Hi, @mylastresortiswriting! I was your short story gifter for HBO War Daily’s short story event! Thanks for your help in letting me know what you wanted from my anon ask. It was VERY difficult for me to write something within the word count, but I hope you enjoy what I came up with :)

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Edward ‘Babe’ Heffron & Eugene Roe

Babe can’t figure out how to deal with the after effects of war, and goes to the only person he knows can help.

Word count: 994

Going home was harder than Babe could’ve ever expected, somehow. War seemed like hell, but it wasn’t until it was over that he realized how used to it he’d become. And he wasn’t even one of the guys who had been in it from the start.

He thought about how this was the last time he’d have any reason to wear this uniform on the train home. Unless Hitler had a brother he didn’t know about, or something.

No more uniform, no more explosions, no more death. That should be a comforting thought. But when he laid back down on his real bed at home the first night, he didn’t sleep at all. He got up and went for a walk around his neighborhood as though floating, just a presence rather than a person. It was his home, and somehow he felt like he no longer belonged to it.

His family wanted to celebrate his safe return, but it only reminded him of Bill’s not-so-safe return, and made him upset. They opted for a special dinner of all of Babe’s favorite foods, but resisted inviting the entirety of Pennsylvania over and kept it to close family only. It was nice, but Babe was mostly quiet.

Anytime someone asked him a question about what he saw while he was gone, he just shook his head. There was no way he was going to ruin the innocence of his loved ones by giving them even a hint of what it really was to feed their imaginations. Imaginations were usually worse than reality when it came to thinking of horrors, but Babe thought this might be the only exception. What he saw was worse than anything a mind could conjure up.

Days turned into weeks, then months, and eventually his family gave up on asking him if he was okay. They knew the answer would always be the same lie.

Working a regular job was weird. He woke up to his mother’s soft voice calling to him instead of screaming or explosions. He’d go in, talk to his coworkers, many of whom were in the exact same situation as him, and pretend like nothing was wrong.

He visited Bill a lot after work, so much so that Bill’s ma stopped asking who was at the door when he knocked, instead just opening it for him with a smile.

Sometimes he and Bill talked, other times they said not much at all. This time had been different, though. Bill wasn’t exactly the most intuitive guy, but even he could tell something was on Babe’s mind.

“What’s wrong, kid?”

“Have you talked to any of the guys? Since?” Babe mumbled, fumbling with his sleeve to get some of his nervous energy out. He kept his eyes downcast, but he could feel Bill staring holes into his face.

“A little,” Bill answered with a small shrug that Babe couldn’t see. “Mostly Toye. I thought about writing to Winters just to say…well, I don’t know what. Somethin’. But I haven’t yet. Why?”

“I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout them. A lot. ‘Specially Gene,” Babe admits quietly, glancing up and then back down quickly, as though afraid of what Bill’s reaction would be.

Bill nodded slowly, rubbing his chin with his hand. “Hard not to. You took a liking to him, I seem to remember.”

Babe doesn’t deny it.

“Well? Didya write to him?”

“No. I don’t know what to say.”

“Then go see him.”

“What?” Babe exclaims, eyes wide. “Unannounced? That’s kinda rude…”

“Oh, Christ, Heffron. I can’t believe you of all people are worryin’ about manners.” Bill rolls his eyes and shifts on his bed.

“But if I don’t know what to say now, how the hell will I when I’m standin’ right in front of him?”

“If you really miss him, you’ll have something to say,” Bill says simply, almost dismissively. Babe knew then that he’d lost.

Then he was on the front steps of Eugene’s house, taking it in as if it were something more grand than it really was. When he’d gotten off his bus and asked the first person he saw for directions, he immediately recognized the accent and only then did he truly know how much he’d wanted to hear it again.

He’d much prefer it coming from the mouth of his friend, which would come true if he could bring himself to knock on the damn door. He sits down on the steps instead.

“Edward.”

Babe nearly jumps out of his skin and turns to look over his shoulder. After the war, he’d been so sensitized to sound, but he hadn’t even heard the door open. Gene was always like that, silent.

“How did you know I was out here?” Babe asks dumbly, too stunned to think of anything a little more touching. He quickly takes in the sight of Gene in civilian clothes, almost stunned by it. Like he’d been expecting him to open the door to his home with that same red cross on his arm.

Gene’s lips pull into one of his almost-smiles, small and subtle, and Babe feels like he might cry. “I saw your shadow through the window. Thought maybe you were a ghost.”

“Funny, I kind of feel like I am.”

“Is that why you’re here? I can’t bring back a dead person.” It’s meant to be a joke, but Gene’s eyes are empty as he says it.

“Gene, I-” Babe’s own throat won’t let him speak, and his eyes burn.

Eugene tilts his head a little, gently closes the door behind him and approaches Babe. When Babe continues to say nothing, he sits down on the step beside him. Babe just looks at him.

Babe inhales sharply. “I thought I’d know what to say.”

“Then maybe you don’t need to say anything at all.”

Babe’s shoulders drop, then he pulls the man into a hug. They stay like that, and for the first time in months, Babe feels okay.

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꒰ Band of Brother Characters Taste in Music ꒱

Dick Winters— Jazz music is his jam... I could see him enjoying Laufey or Nat King Cole

Lewis Nixon— Either has a similar taste to Winters or he's listening to alternative. Might listen to Lana Del Rey.

Ronald Speirs— Folk Rock... Think of Sedona by Houndmouth or maybe Not Dead Yet by Lord Huron.

Harry Welsh— Probably loves music from the 70s... You could catch him singing to Fleetwood mac or Carly Simon.

Carwood Lipton— he listens to all kinds of music... Old, new, um classical. if he likes it, he will listen to it.

Edward Shames— Klezmer or nigun; He's a mensch.

John Martin—Whatever the radio plays, he isn't picky. He just doesn't enjoy hard rock or certain country music(that's about beer & girls).

Floyd Talbert— It's giving Mac Demarco, TV Girl, Backseat Lovers, maybe Gorillaz.. I don't know if he's a red flag or not.

Bill Guarnere— Alternative Rock; I'm leaning towards Punk by Gorillaz. Though, if he were to have a guilty pleasure song it'd be Mamma Mia by Abba.

Joe Toye— I'm thinking Metal or heavier rock in general though he definitely has guilty pleasure songs. His favourite metal song is Dragula by Rob Zombie. The guilty pleasure song is definitely Brutal by Olivia Rodrigo. He also listens to Lana del Rey, Marina, and Paramore.

Don Malarkey— His favourite band is the strokes, trust me. He also enjoys The Libertines and Franz Ferdinand. Just trust me on this, okay?

Lynn Compton— Wasn't he kind of athletic? If so he definitely has a workout playlist that's full of either really hyper-feminine music or 90s rock.

Ralph Spina— He loves music from the 60s-70s... Southern Nights by Glen Campbell is one of his favourite songs.

Eugene Roe— @chaosklutz helped with this one; Jazz. I could imagine him listening to Let's call the whole thing off by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong.

Babe Heffron—Indie pop or Indie rock... Hes an avid listener of lovejoy. He also listens to Hozier from time to time.

Shifty Powers— Folk... He's from Virginia but if I remember correctly it's a rural area. He definitely likes John Denver and The Oh Hellos.

Joseph Liebgott— Klezmer the folk music of Ashki Jews!! Example; Dona Dona by Nikitov. On the other hand, I could see him listening to alternative/indie like Blur or haim.

George Luz— Classic Rock or Indie Pop— Think talking heads or wallows. However, he definitely loves some cher songs and donna summers.

Bull Randleman— It's giving rock but not heavy... He's not like Toye or Guarnere. I'm thinking of Cheaptrick or maybe Aerosmith.

Skinny Sisk—Probably listens to a playlist that's a mixture of pop, rock, and rap. It's giving red flag.

Frank Perconte— He definitely listens to the fratellis and the maccabees... I mean they have a song called Toothpaste Kisses...

Warren Muck— he listens to anything but he tends to favour the 80s. He loves Come On Eileen but also 500 miles? He'd play that whilst in the car with Penkala and Malarkey.

Alex Penkala— Don't ask me why but I think he'd listen to new wave. Think Duran Duran, Blondie, or B-52s. He might listen to the ramones from time to time.

David Webster— Whilst studying Webster has definitely chosen classical as his go to. He's a big fan of Saint-Saens and Tchaikovsky. However, when listening to music on the radio he prefers something a bit more quiet... His taste clashes with Toye and Guarnere. Though, I could see him trying to act as if listening to the smiths is really underrated. As if they're some underground band.

Edward Tipper— I think he likes 60s pink Floyd... Like See Emily Play Pink Floyd. He might also enjoy The Beatles or The Stone Roses. Like Rock that borders being pop.

[baberoe-archive]

u have voted and i shall deliver. here is the (lightly edited) first 1.5k words of my baberoe fic. babe doesn't even show up yet bc this monstrosity is 20k words but this is not just a baberoe fic it is also a gene my good friend gene fic so. here's gene my good friend gene

Eugene Roe first met Edward Heffron in August 1944 on a sheet of paper in Captain Winters’s office.

“I don’t know what you think that’ll do,” Captain Nixon said, feet slung up on Winters’s desk. When Gene had walked into the office, Winters made a half-hearted attempt to get Nixon to move, but that didn’t work. Evidently, he had no interest in trying again. “That’s what, twenty, thirty names? Even if you memorize them, you don’t know what they’ll look like.”

“No, sir, but it’ll be easier if I’m familiar with their names, sir.” Antonio Garcia. Lester Hashey. Edward Heffron. James Miller.

“Maybe you oughta take a page out of Roe’s book for once, huh?” said Lieutenant Welsh. “Actually do some fucking work every now and then?”

“Oh, I don’t know… what do you say, Doc?”

Gene gave one last glance over the list then handed it back to Winters, who was staring resolutely at his typewriter, trying very hard not to smile. He nodded at Gene as he took back the list of replacements and set it neatly in a folder on his desk. Gene then turned to Captain Nixon and said lightly, “Well, sir, I wouldn’t if I was you. Colonel Sink might start expecting something from you.”

Welsh burst out into laughter and clapped Gene on the shoulder while Nixon grinned brightly and raised his glass of whiskey. “Hell, you might be onto something there, Doc.”

“Anything else I can help you with, Gene?” Winters asked.

“No, sir, thank you.”

As he walked out of the office, the sound of Nixon’s and Welsh’s laughter drifting through the open door, he went over the list of names again. James Miller. Lester Hashey. Antonio Garcia. Edward Heffron.

They arrived a week later, shuttled in on the worst trucks the army had to offer. They clung to the edges of the mess hall like Gene usually did, just watching. Although, they watched to find a way in, and Gene watched to stay out.

Gene studied their faces, tried to commit every angle of them to memory, tried to imagine them covered in blood, dirt, eyes red with tears or smoke, and did his best to assign every face a name. Last names were easy enough, printed on uniforms, but given names were another question. Especially since half of the Toccoa men, when asked about a replacement’s name, responded with a curt, “Fuck if I know.”

Lipton was the only other enlisted man with any significant interest in learning the replacements’ names. He approached Gene during mess soon after their arrival, a sheet of paper in his hands. Gene smiled knowingly at him. “If that’s the list of replacements,” he said, “I’ve already seen it.”

Lipton blinked at him once, slow like a cat, then smiled back. “I guess you’ve got me beat, then,” he said. “Still might be useful, though. I’ve been trying to take note of anything I’ve picked up.”

Gene took the list and scanned it. Each name had a number one through three, designating platoon. A good number of names had a nickname beside them, and an additional few had a state abbreviation or a skill next to it. Hashey was, apparently, from Maine, and Blake was a decent marksman. Edward Heffron’s first name was striked out, and “Babe” was written above it.

“Garcia likes to be called Tony,” Gene said, handing the list back over. “And I think I heard him speakin’ Spanish the other day.”

“Duly noted,” Lipton said. He took out a pencil and added it next to Garcia’s name in neat, careful cursive, then folded the paper and tucked it into an inner pocket. “Are you having any luck putting faces to names?”

Gene looked out at the soldiers crammed in the mess hall and frowned. There were a handful of men who were instantly recognizable — there was Garcia, who Gene had followed closely after mistaking a “mierda” for a “merde,” and Miller, who was stiff and nervous and perpetually in awe — but mostly, he was surrounded by strangers.

“No,” Gene answered, “can’t say I have. You?”

“I think I’m faring a little better,” Lipton said. “Bill warmed up to one of them, and he’s been helping me out a bit.”

“Who?”

“Babe Heffron.” Lipton nodded his head towards Bill, who was laughing alongside a green-faced, red headed stranger. “He’s from Philadelphia, too.”

“Babe,” Gene said slowly. He took note of that: Heffron had the red hair, the loud laugh, probably the same Philly accent as Guarnere. Able and willing to help with names. Babe Heffron. Heffron.

He took a sip of his coffee, and he put it out of his mind.

—

Gene jumped into Holland like a dandelion seed blowing in the wind. It was a strange change of pace from Operation Overlord, from the fear that his chute would be pierced by a bullet or scrap metal or set on fire by an explosion, the absolute certainty that he would die before he hit the ground. He could not shake that certainty, even as the late September sun shined warm on him. 

He hit the ground hard, the force of it buckling his knees. Still, he managed to look more graceful than any of the replacements, who got tangled in the straps, who could not find the release. If it was D-day, he thought, but he quickly put it out of his mind. It was not D-day, and so it was a moot point.

They were met with sporadic German fire while marching to Eindhoven. In Eindhoven, they were met with orange flags, happy Dutch citizens, and a handful of musicians playing songs Gene did not recognize. The certainty of death would not leave him, even as men shook his hand and women kissed his cheek. He felt like a grizzled old vet when he saw men, Toccoa and replacement alike, break off from formation to accept pastries and return kisses. He felt impossibly old. 

Through the throng, Gene caught sight of a man sitting at the opening of an alley, clutching a mud-and-blood-stained rag to his head. It was almost a relief to be granted a reminder of the ongoing war, a reason for Gene’s deep-seated anxiety, and it was really no choice at all to walk over with his supply bag open.

The man looked up at him with pale blue eyes, filled with a vague fear that reminded Gene of Blithe. “Medic,” Gene said, pointing to his armband. He racked his brain for the handful of Dutch he was taught and came up empty. Instead, he settled for, “I’ve got bandages, I’m here to help.”

Gene watched as the man’s muscles uncoiled and relaxed, and he took it as a sign he could get to work. Gingerly, he took the man’s hand and pulled it away from the wound, revealing a nasty cut starting right above the man’s eyebrow and ending in his hair. Head wounds nearly always looked worse than they were, but that did not make them easier to bear. He did his best to hold back a wince, then made brief work of cleaning it up.

“Ain’t too bad,” he said. The man looked at him blankly, as Gene expected, but the habit was too deeply ingrained to stop. “I can wrap it up tight, but you’ll need stitches. Hospital. Stitches,” Gene repeated, miming a sewing motion. There was recognition in the man’s eyes, and he sighed like Gene was confirming the bad news he already knew. He mumbled something in Dutch as Gene pulled out a bandage and wrapped it tight around the man’s head.

“Dank je. Thank you,” the man said as Gene stepped away. His accent was thick enough around the English that Gene almost did not catch it for what it was.

Gene nodded solemnly and stepped back into the crowd, blending in easily with the tail end of Easy. When he turned around to catch one last sight of the man, Gene found him staring down at the bloody rag in his hand, untouched by the scenes of joy around him. Something deep within Gene moved, as if tugged by this man, and he wondered what kind of horrors he had seen, what kind of horrors each of these people had seen. He wondered if they, too, had been certain that they would die.

Soon after, Gene was darting through Nuenen, patching up replacements he had only just begun to learn the names of, and he wondered guiltily as they were retreating if it had been wise to use up a bandage on that man in Eindhoven.

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knock knock emily, it's your gifter again! i love the list of characters you included and am wondering if, among them, any favorites rise to the top?

-🎁

AAAAAAAA HELLO BELOVED GIVER OF GIFTS!!!

ok so like... I do have a top ten 🤭 I love them all for like, different reasons/different vibes tho?? I do consider all ten my husbands however, so any romantic material with any of them is 😍🤤💖❤️

Thinking about it more... Liebgott may be my current fav 🥺

If it helps at all here are the vibes I feel for each of my husbands! Hope this helps with the gift creating 💓 (if not then I'm sorry you had to read all this 🤣🤣)

Richard Davis Winters - he's just so sweet and wholesome, like we're both the parents of the friend group so I love just picturing us as the mom and dad of easy company 🥺

Joseph David Liebgott - ok but like his PASSION??? like he feels everything with all his heart and honestly same 😭 like he gets so angry but is also so gentle with the ones he loves??? AND HE LOOKS INSANELY HOT WHILE DOING IT???? Sir please take me NOW 🥵🥵

Eugene Gilbert Roe - a sweet and sensitive soul!! We both care for others to the point of neglecting ourselves so just imagining us caring for each other and making sure we do self care even when it's hard 💓

George [middle name unknown] Luz - OK FIRST OF ALL HIS PERFECT EYES HOLY SHIT 😍 but also his silly lil goofiness but he's also so tender and kind and 🥺😭💓💖

Ronald Charles Speirs - HNNNG GNAWING ON THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE!!! he's so scary in the hottest way idk if I would do everything he said or just say no when he says "when you talk to an officer you say sir"

Floyd Merrill Talbert - my lil slutty boy!! His mischievous lil smile and flirtiness just makes my heart feel bubbly!!

Darrell Cecil POWEEEEERRRRSSSS - MY SUNSHINE BOY!!!!! we're both called the sunshine of our groups so just having someone so sweet and wholesome and lovely and adorable and AHFKAKDJFJNDJWJF

Edward BaaaaAAAaAbe Heffron - ANOTHER SUNSHINE BUT FROM PHILLY! oml to be with someone as enthusiastic about everything as me??? I'd never feel like I'm being too much/too loud???? INCONCEIVABLE 😭❤️

Donald George Malarkey - AHDKDKEJWNFJF CAN WE CUDDLE FOREVER PLZ???? not only is he sweet and silly and soft but his ARMS ARE LIKE THAT?? 🥵 bro spoon me forever

Charles Ensworth Grant - the newest addition to my husbands!! Idk man there's something about the cheeky smile and the look in his eyes that just 🥺🥵 I short-circuit my dude

Thank you for coming to my BoB Talk, I will now open the floor for questions

[eugenesmorphine]

Hi i literally just requested the Babe fluff and i never gave you a prompt! I am so sorry🙈 can i get 5. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” Thanks and sorry again

Just A Kid // Edward “Babe” Heffron Imagine

Prompt: “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

Authors Note: I know you said fluff, but I had to make it at least a little angsty. I couldn’t help myself. I hope you enjoy still though. 

Words: 2,425

Taglist: @alienoresimagines @floydtab @hihosilvers @punkgeekchic @adamantiumdragonfly

  Y/N walked through, a huge crate of medical supplies rested in her hands as she struggled to carry it along into the main medical area. A shiver sent down her spine as the cold air as the cold air within Hagenau was no match for her Army issued jacket. Her Medic armband had fresh bloody finger prints dragged across it as the men had just gotten back from a patrol and poor Private First Class Jackson was hit by his own grenade.

 It only had been a few hours from them. The woman was shaken up from the encounters of the poor fate of the Paratrooper. The mental image of him choking on his own blood, crying out for his mother. Now his bloody grasp stained onto her armband just kept reminding her of the young trooper's final moments. Y/N didn't quite grasp why it had hurt her so bad seeing Jackson die. She was a field nurse, a medic practically. She had lost many young men within the time of being in the war. Nothing hurt like this one though. The female trooper never cried over losing a man before, but after Jackson, she went and hid for a moment. Trying to gather her thoughts, but ending up breaking down into silent tears. Maybe it was the straw that broke the camels back. One thing she had learned whilst being in the war was that every man had a breaking point, whoever said they didn't was either lying or dead. And maybe she had reached hers.

 Shaking her head to herself as she kicked the wooden door open that led to where Doc Roe was. Walking in and dropping the heavy crate onto the table. Immediately started to go through the supplies, counting, organizing, everything she needed to do.

///

 Babe, Malarkey, Liebgott, and Grant stand besides each other. Arms crossed as they watched their close friend shuffle into the medical building. Even though Jackson's death was only a few hours ago, the change in Y/N was immediate and worrying. Especially to her closest pals in the company. Liebgott watched her disappear within the building, frowning slightly.

 "Man, something's up with her. Something is definitely wrong," he spoke up. The rest of the men nodded in agreeance. They all turned to stare at each other, getting in some what of a school circle.

 "What do we do? We can't just leave her all alone, she helped all of us out whenever we felt shitty," mentioned Malarkey. Once again the all agreed, but with her being the only female they really knew for about three years, the small group of men didn't exactly know how to act with Y/N. Or how to cheer her up.

 "Let's be honest, none of us know how to talk to her about her emotions. We are all sort of idiots when it comes to women!" Grant added. Earning a loud chorus of: "Hey!" Grant's hands shot up in surrender whilst the rest of the troopers glared. Soon everyone's eyes landed on Babe, who was just being oddly quiet.

 "Babe, aren't you her fucking boyfriend, shouldn't you go say something?" Liebgott retorted, shooting up and eyebrow. This definitely caught the rest of the guys attention. It was true, he was her boyfriend, so why the in the hell wasn't he doing anything. The redheaded trooper pressed his lips together and looked away.

 "I just don't want to fuck up man. What if I say something dumb trying to cheer her up, I can't lose her, man. I know she needs me, but what if I'm not what she needs?" he felt guilty, but he was scared. This was the first time he actually talked about what really was on his mind instead of acting all confident. He was scared to lose her. This was the first time Babe Heffron really saw Y/N this upset. What if he said something wrong? What if he fucked up? What if he made it worse?

 "Aw man, you know you won't lose her. You two have been inseparable ever since you got here. She needs you right now, Babe," Liebgott mentioned, patting him on his shoulder.  The trooper sighed, glancing at the door his woman had previously walked through. He looked back at his friends who gave them looks of reassurance.

 "You guys are right. Thanks," Babe spoke as he gave them a quick  nod before making his way towards the medical building.

///

 Pushing open the old, rickety wooden door of the Med-station. Looking around in search for the familiar female. His eyes were caught by Eugene, who did nothing but point into a smaller room. Edward immediately nodded, understanding the gesture, pulling his helmet off and placing it beneath his arm. Making his way into the smaller room that seemed to be an old bedroom. Judging by the old bed that was placed in the corner with a bed stand besides it.

 Heffron walked fully into the room and looked to his left and right. Seeing Y/N hunched over a table with a clipboard and pen. Her helmet placed to the side and her hair was down. A small smile came to his face as noticed her. Coming up next to her, placing his balms on the edges of the wooden table, leaning on them. A silence was held for about a minute. As if she just didn't know he was there, or just wasn't acknowledging her significant other's presence. Babe sighed quietly and nodded slightly. Knowing that he had to start it himself.

 "Hey, Doll. What are you up to?" Babe asked, trying to sound normal. But instead his words came out happy, like a little too happy. Her eyes didn't even come up from the clipboard as she continued looking between the box of supplies and the paper. Writing things down as she went along.

 "Eugene needed me to go through our new case of Medic supplies. Figure out what we have, don't have, and what we need," Y/N's voice was monotone. Empty almost. It hurt Babe seeing his once bubbly, joyous girlfriend turn into someone so monotone and sad. Almost cold. In just a few hours. Y/N and George were the light of the company and everyone new it. But it wouldn't be the same if she totally shut off. But Heffron knew that she wasn't one to enjoy being treated different from the rest of the men just for being a woman. And she definitely was not one to be babied or coddled. So he was going to need to think of a way to approach the situation in the best way possible.

  A silence came over the two again. Babe huffed slightly and poked her arm. Nothing. He poked her one more time. Nothing. It wasn't until Mr. Heffron poked Y/N one more time that he got something out of her. A heavy sigh. He knew it wasn't much, and he knew it probably meant she was getting pissed at him. Either way, something was better the nothing. A small smile came to his lips as he poked her once again. And again. And again. When she just stayed silent, he just kept on pressing. Testing the waters. "I'm not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention," he spoke, continuing with his slight annoyance. Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke. Until:

  "Edward, what do you need?!" Y/N snapped, slamming the clipboard down harshly on the table. Small chips of wood spewing out in all directions. Babe flinched slightly, never hearing his woman this angry or upset with him before. With anyone actually. Y/N's eyes widened at her own behavior. Shocked within herself of getting so angry over something so minuscule. Her lips pressed together firmly as her hand reached down to grab her clipboard once more. The look of remorse buried deep in her eyes as she couldn't even get herself to look at the trooper besides her.

 Babe looked down at her reaching hand, it was shaking. Y/N always had a steady hand, she was damn medic! His hand went to hers before she could grab onto the clipboard. Her eyes darted up to him and Babe could see every drop of emotion just within her E/C orbs. Edward Heffron's heart shattered into a million pieces at the sight.

 Y/N's eyes laced with sadness and guilt. It was enough of a sight to make any of the men's face soften.

 Babe's lips pursed as their eyes locked just for a few seconds before Y/N's eyes darted to something else. Her free hand gripping the edge of the wooden table. Her nails making a slight scratching noise as they dug into the wood.

 "Come on, Y/N. Talk to me," his voice was hushed and soft. The room filled with silence once more. You could hear a pin drop.

 The female gulped, and shook her head slowly. A sad chuckled leaving her lips. Slowly craning her neck to look up at her boyfriend.

 "Why does it hurt so bad now? Why do I feel so guilty all of a sudden? I never cried about losing a soldier. And there must've been close to a hundred of them that have died in my hands by now," Y/N's voice stopped for a moment, looking back down at the medical supplies that sprawled all around the table. Swallowing hard once more. "Why did Jackson's death hurt so much. I cried over him. I cried. I have never done that before Edward. Why the hell now? Why him? He was so fucking young!" her voice began to rise. And with one quick swipe of her arms and all the medical supplies that were nice and organized, clattered to the floor. Causing Babe to jump slightly as he watched Y/N's chest heave.

  "He was a kid, Babe. Just a kid. And this is what he got in the end. Blowing himself up with his own grenade and died choking on his blood. Screaming out for his mother and the fact that he didn't want to die," her eyes remained on the now empty wooden table. Her arms dropped to her sides. "He gave up his chance to become a father, an uncle, continue being his parent's son, a grandfather. And this stupid war still isn't over. Now stuck in some place in Germany freezing our asses off and surrounded by Krauts. He died holding my hand. His other grabbing at my sleeve," a single tear dripped down the side of her cheek, making a small stream in the dirt and small spots of dried blood that were caked on her skin. Her gaze quickly joined onto Babe's.

 "The last words he spoke was him begging me to help him. And I couldn't," A sob left her lips as her went to cover her eyes. Heffron took this time to walk towards his woman and engulf her into his arms. One hand going to the small of her back and the other going to smooth down her hair. Her face immediately going into his shoulder, covering up the loud sobs escaping her lips.

 The two sat in silence, just the muffled sounds of her sobs being heard. Along with the small shushes from Edward as he was trying his best to comfort his love. But he didn't really know how to either. Y/N had been in the company along with the original men of Easy. Edward was still a replacement that was lucky enough to survive this long and get close with most of the original men. She had seen more than he had, she never spoke deeply about her emotions throughout the war. So seeing this side of the female was unheard of and unseen.

 "I know, honey. It ain't your fault. It isn't anyone's fault besides the Krauts and Japs that started all this bullshit. Many have died, and many more die everyday. It hurts to say but it is true. All we can really do is just make it through another day," Babe sighed, his words soft.

 Small hiccups from his woman's lips were heard as her sobs turned into small cries. Babe sighed once more and continued to smooth down her hair. The medic's grip on her boyfriend's winter jacket tight. Her nails digging into the fabric.

///

  After about twenty more minutes of Y/N's breakdown, it ended with the two picking up off the medical supplies off the wooden floor and placing them back on the table. And with Babe's help to help his love organize and count all of them once more, then taking her straight to lay on a cot that was within the building. Wanting her to get some decent rest right next to him.

 The two snuggled up next to each other. The bed wasn't big or that comfortable, but it was better than nothing. The two got up close together, nose to nose, legs entangled, Edward's arms tightly around Y/N's waist. Her eyes red and puffy, and her breath still shaky. Her cheeks red and nose pink from the cold air that was circulating within the small building. Silence had filled the room once again. That was until Babe broke it.

  "You know Y/N, it's okay to be upset. All of us are upset. You can't just keep ignoring your basic human emotions. It is going to do more damage, doll. It breaks my heart to see you like that," Y/N stayed silent, looking down at his chest instead of his eyes. She knew he was right.

 Babe took this chance to gently place a kiss on her lips and pull away. Using his hand to gently lift up her chin to make her eyes meet with his. "I love you, doll. Try to get some rest. We've all worked hard today. I heard that they are actually giving us showers later on too. So rest up," Babe whispered, placing her head on his chest and resting his chin on the top of her head.

  With a yawn, Y/N nodded. Her eyes were so heavy it was clear that she couldn't keep them open any longer. "I love you too," was all she said before almost immediately falling asleep.

 Babe stared at his love's sleeping face for a moment. A small smile coming onto his face seeing the relaxed look in her face after seeing the sadness and guilt she had been feeling that day. Just moments after, his eyes closed and he fell asleep. Holding his lover closer than ever before.

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Swear Jar (Edward “Babe” Heffron x Reader)

Prompt: Hiii! Can I request a prompt where Babe and the reader are babysitting one of Bill’s kids and they think the kid’s learned a curse word from them so they spend all day trying to get them to stop saying it but it turns out the kid’s learned it from someone else (sorry it’s specific 🙈) thank you !

A/n: Uhhhhhhhhhhh I wrote this instead of working on my essay so uhhhhhhhhh enjoy fam. ladies and gentlemen, I suck at titles.

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If there was anything y/n loved more than her beloved husband, it was her four-year-old nephew. William Guarnere had asked y/n and Edward just after he found out he was going to be a father, to be his son’s godparents. Y/n immediately said yes without thinking about it; seven months later, both y/n and Ed fell in love with the gorgeous baby boy brought into the Guarnere household. 

Little Eugene Guarnere would change Edward and y/n’s lives forever. The little boy brought joy into the lives of everyone he came across. His giggles alone would make y/n’s day ten times better, not to mention seeing the four-year-old and Ed play and laugh together, warmed her heart.

A beautiful winter afternoon in south Philly, y/n walked around the kitchen as she prepared the mugs of hot chocolate. The string of giggles coming from the living room where she heard her husband playfully banter with Gene over the game of tic tac toe they had been playing. Shaking her head, she reached for the bag of tiny marshmallows right above the cupboard and added some of them into the two mugs in front of her. A delicate smile on her face as she felt the warmth of the cups against her barely swollen belly. 

Sighing in content, she walked towards the giggles, her lovely husband tapping the piece of paper with the back of a pencil as Gene observed. Y/n tilted her head as her husband drew an ‘x’ in one of the empty spaces, only for Gene to race in and connect the three circles. Edward gasped as he realized his mistake, “Hey!” like a little kid himself, he pouted and turned to his wife with despair in his eyes. Y/n shook her head and handed Ed the red mug and set the smaller one on the small table for the little boy. Both of them smiling from ear to ear as she nestled next to Edward. 

“You warm enough?’’ He asked as y/n hummed in response, her head laying gently on his shoulder as they both watched Gene hold his mug up to his mouth and slowly took a sip. 

“You like it bud?’’ she asked as her hand was gently placed on Edward’s thigh, the little boy gave them a nod before turning his attention to something else. Both y/n and Ed watched in adoration as the little boy they had seen growth for the past four years play and point at things. “You think our kid is going to be as cute as little Gene?’’ she asked her eyes not leaving the little boy who had set his mug on the hard wooden floor to instead pick up some wooden blocks. 

Edward only chuckled, his prized smile played on his lips as he brought the mug up to his lips and sighed, y/n turned to him and took in the features of her beloved husband. His gaze still focused on their godson, who stacked the building blocks on their coffee table. “One thing is for sure, our kid sure is going to be good looking,” he joked before taking another sip of the hot chocolate, y/n scoffed and raised an eyebrow. “Of course the kid is going to have my looks and my personality, gonna be one helluva kid,” he joked, y/n rolled her eyes and turned her gaze back to the boy who walked over to the building blocks once again. She smiled at the thought of their unborn child. A sudden smile at the idea of a mini Edward Heffron, the headaches she would go through.

“Another you, but in a mini version, it’s exactly what we need” she chuckled as Gene grasped the mug, in a split second y/n watched the almost empty cup of hot chocolate fall onto the hardwood floors. The brown liquid spilling onto the carpet, both y/n and Edward jolted forward. The fears running through both of their heads, one the hot liquid could’ve burned him and two the ceramic could’ve shattered and cut him. Both Edward and Y/n watched as the mug landed in one piece. The liquid spilling far from the little boy, with a guilty expression on his face, “Shit,” he spoke out loud as he stared at the mug.

Edward and Y/n’s faces went from concerned to shocked within seconds, their mouths flying open as Gene bent down to pick the mug up. Edward turned to his wife with a raised eyebrow as she tried to process what had just happened in a matter of seconds. 

“Wha- I’ll go get some towels,” she whispered as she walked out of the living room and towards the kitchen, one thought raced through her mind. Bill was going to murder both her and her husband. 

*

The remainder of the afternoon y/n and Edward tried to figure out if it was indeed their fault. Edward didn’t have a profanity filter that didn’t come with the package. However, he was careful around Gene. 

“And you’re sure you didn’t swear when you were playing Tic tac toe?’’ she asked, holding the bridge of her nose as they both leaned on the kitchen counter. Edward hesitated for a second before bringing his thumb up to his mouth and bit his nail. “Ed?’’

“I can’t remember,” he sighed, y/n covered her face with her hands and groaned. Edward only chuckled and watched Gene as he watched the television, cuddled in blankets. “This is bad, Bill is going to get mad and strip us of our titles and well never see Gene again” Edward whispered, y/n processed his slight rant and furrowed her brows.

“Whoa, baby, listen, I’m sure Bill will understand. We just have to be more careful around Genie” her voice was soft as she walked over to her husband before placing a hand on his shoulder. “And this serves as a lesson that maybe we shouldn’t curse around our kid when he comes around,” she reasoned, a small smile on his lips as he leaned in to press a kiss on her forehead. 

“Should we get a swear jar?” he asked, y/n chuckled and shook her head.

“Oh, god, no.”

*

“Daddy!” 

Y/n smiled at the little thud of Gene’s feet against the hardwood floors, his arms open wide as he ran towards Bill. Bill laughed as he took the little boy up into his arms and placed a loud kiss against his face.

“Hiya kid,” he chuckled as y/n, and Edward walked over to him, both of them guilty of what had happened earlier. Smiling from ear to ear, Bill turned towards them both and greeted them with a nod. “Little trouble maker did good?’’ he asked, y/n scratched the back of her head and turned to Edward, who cleared his throat.

“Like always, but there might be a problem’’ Edward looked away from Bill and trailed off, Bill’s eyebrows furrowed as he waited for Edward to continue. “And my lovely wife here us going to tell you-’’ y/n turned and smacked him on the shoulder as Bill smiled.

“-fine, he said a bad word, and it was probably my fault, and I’m sorry please don’t strip me of my title I worked very hard to get it” Edward spoke fast, too fast. Bill processed the ramble for a few seconds before turning to his son and sighing.

“What did your ma say about saying bad words?’’ he asked, little Gene only played with the sleeve of his jacket and shrugged. “It wasn’t you, Babe, he started repeating things like a damn parrot not too long ago. Heard me say shit once, and now he doesn’t stop” Bill rambled as he turned to the boy in his arms and raised an eyebrow “ain’t that right kid?’’ he asked, the little boy only giggled and continued to play with the sleeve of his jacket.

“Oh, thank god,” Ed sighed in relief as he folder forward, y/n chuckled and felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Bill walked towards the front door of their home and pulled the hood over Gene’s head. 

“You gotta be careful, especially with the little ones.’’ he pointed to y/n’s belly, her hand going to lay on top of it as Edward wrapped an arm around her shoulders. After their goodbyes, they both headed back into their cozy home. 

“Maybe we should get a swear jar.’’ y/n reasoned as they headed towards their bedroom, Edward nodded in agreement and chuckled.

“Fuckin’ swear jar.”

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Drinks

Babe Heffron x Reader

Synopsis: Babe had just dumped you and you were getting drunker and drunker by the minute. Lucky for you, there were a bunch of British soldiers who couldn't keep their hands off of you as they kept you well... Hydrated (aka Drunk). You didn't see the issue, but Babe certainly did. 

Alcohol sure did help things, especially when your heart ached like it did. You spotted Babe across the bar, joking along with some other Easy men as if he didn't just shatter your heart 4 weeks ago. “Y/n... Right?” Your head turned to the man beside you and you faked a smile up at him, he was cute and very British. “That’s my name... What's your’s soldier” you purred out as you faced his body more before pressing against his front. The 3 beers you already had were coursing through your veins, sending a buzz through you that made you tremble slightly. The Brit smiled down at you before letting his hand grab your lower back to steady you against him. He lowered his head down to your ear as your hands grabbed his biceps for balance. “Lanson, Charles Lanson... How about I buy you a drink my love?” he murmured in your ear seductively, causing you to grip his biceps tighter as a shiver ripped through your body. He pulled away from your ear and you cocked your head at him, making it look like you were about to kiss him but you giggled instead. 

“Why yes, Mr. Lanson... That would be lovely” you whispered out as you drug your hands down to his. Intertwining your fingers, you walked back towards the bar, pulling him along with you. Oh you were gonna have fun tonight, you thought happily as you let your eyes wander the bar. Your smile faltered a little when you saw dark brown eyes glaring at you from across the way. Babe needed to let you go. Then you remembered that those specific brown eyes didn't control you anymore and you threw up a middle finger at him. Turning away, you let the Brit grab you by the waist and pull you to sit on the barstool. Once the first shot came and flowed down your throat, you soon forgot Babe.

“So then he was yelling at me to ‘run run run!’ but all I was thinking about was ‘SHIT MY MRE HOW WILL I EAT’“ you screamed out to the 5 British soldiers that now surrounded you. They burst out into drunken laughter as you slammed your hand down on the table, laughing at yourself. You were heavily drunk, and so were the men around you who were, by the way, all very attractive, but Charles...

He stood out. 

But the reason why made your stomach ache. He reminded you so much of Babe it hurt, just the thought of him made your hand shoot up as you ordered another beer. The other 4 men shot up, scrambling to go get you another drink but Charles stayed right by you. You leaned towards him and ran your hand down his face, “I like you a lot Mr. Lanson” you purred as you scooted your chair closer to his. His lips looked so good in this lighting and state of mind. His accent only made things sexier and right now, all you wanted was a distraction. “I like you a lot as well Miss. L/N” he hummed out as he leaned closer to you, having the same thought as you in his mind. He wanted you. He wanted you the second he saw you enter the bar, and he was going to have you. “Kiss me?” you whispered out as your eyes became hooded, your mouth inches from his. It was sensual and it was heavy. You could feel his breath hitting your face and your heart was pounding faster and faster as he inched closer and closer.

“Only if you’ll let me... love” he whispered out sweetly as he stopped, he wanted you to know he was a gentleman and he wouldn’t take you for granted. You smiled brightly before nodding. Leaning closer you let the words flow out of your lips like silk “I will let you kiss me anytime. My. Dear. Charle-OOH” you yelped out as you were ripped up from your seat by your arm. Charles chair scraped against the floor as he reached for you but Babe had you thrown behind him before he could touch you. 

“Touch my girl and I swear to God himself I’ll blow your proper head off your shoulders” Babe snarled angrily as he grabbed Charles by the collar. Charles being a Lieutenant wasn't afraid of this pitiful American boy. He cracked a cocky smirk at the ginger before flicking his eyes to you “Does this man mean anything to you love?-”

“Don't. Call. Her. Love.” Babe practically growled as he yanked the Brit closer to him. Your head was spinning and you felt a mixture of emotions take over your body. Anger, angst, and lust. Three things you didn't wish to feel at this moment. “He’s my Ex-Boyfriend” you snapped out as you shoved between Babe and Charles, successfully getting Charles’s collar out of your angry Ex’s grasp. Babe glowered down at you as you turned to look at Charles, shooting him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry... Thank you for a fun night, I wish it went better, but I see that I have caused more pain than pleasure” you whispered out as you stood on your tippy-toes and pressed your lips against the corner of his mouth. You pulled away but he laced his fingers in your hair and pulled you back up for a hotter kiss. Your heart exploded and so did Babe’s fist against his face right after you pulled back. Since you were near the hit the sound of it scared you as you stumbled back and into the arms of Luz. The fight became larger and both the British and American troops tried to pull it apart as Luz pulled you out of there. Pushing you outside, Luz told you to stay as he rushed back in to help. Left alone in the cold fall night, you began to feel all of your feelings with no distractions. 

“Fuck” you whispered out as you closed your eyes and leaned against the brick of the bar, feeling the pain ripple through your body you winced out furiously, tired of feeling nothing but pain. You had lost the one thing that mattered and now your actions made it certain that it would never be resolved. The door opened, making your eyes shoot open as you pushed away from the wall. Screams came from the bar as they told the person who flew out to ‘stay out’ and to ‘never come back’. Your breath caught as the person straightened up and the moonlight hit his red hair. 

You could see the blood dripping from his nose as it trailed all the way down his chin and neck. The mere sight of his disheveled form made your heart stop beating. “Why” you stated firmly as you crossed your arms and popped your hip out. You were having none of this, this cat and mouse game was painful and you couldn't understand why he would fight over you when he was the one who ended it in the first place. 

“Why what” he snapped out as he wiped angrily at his bloody nose. You stood your ground and cocked an eyebrow at him, “Why would you fight over me when you broke up with me” you snarled out as you stormed forward, his composure was cool but the anger in his eyes showed his true feelings. “I didn't think I was good enough for you but I love you still, DAMNIT” he screamed out into the night, tired of this cat and mouse game as well. You stopped in your tracks and blinked at him, not expecting that answer. You thought he was just being dumb or trying to ruin your life. 

But not this. 

“You still... love me?” you muttered out and his eyes shot to yours, lust and angst burning furiously in them. The feelings overcame him and he grabbed your hips before slamming you into the wall beside you both. In seconds his lips were attacking yours and it didn't take long for you to kiss back. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pressed your body against his, trying to regain what you missed for weeks. “I love you. Please never leave me again” you whispered into his mouth as he pulled away a little to catch his breath. He nodded quickly before leaning back down to kiss you again. 

He’d keep you close from now on, especially if a Brit was around.

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Easy Company when they babysit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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pairing: babe heffron x (female) reader

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

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

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

words: 2.1K

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

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

(y/n/n) means: your nickname

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

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

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

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

It's slowly driving her crazy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You?"

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

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

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

"I never did."

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

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

"Because I'm scared, okay?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.::the end::.

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Hey! So I was reading through your work, and it’s great!! I read your Dick Winters x “bad-to-the-bone”!reader, and I love that idea. Could you do that type of thing with Babe please?? I love the idea of a soldier-esque girl with this guy who’s like a ray of sassy sunshine lol. Not that he’d be the “weak” one in the relationship, but they’d be more of an odd couple…i guess that’s my jam 😂. Anyways, thank you!

Ooooooh a very nice challenge, I'll get right on it me friend.

Babe was surprised to say the least when he first encountered you

At first he thought you were Speirs's little sister, I mean c'mon the way you two worked together and the way you handled your enemies?? Who wouldn't??

He was a little bit nervous about approaching you. He wanted to but he was a little afraid

Because he thought you'd take out his nuts if he said something wrong

It took Guarno, Julian and Spina to get him to talk to you, they quite literally had to move him like a box full of shit towards you

You two talked a little bit but Babe felt like he was being a bit awkward

You told him that he wasn't and that you appreciated the company which surprised him

He started coming around more often which made you happy

But there was one day where you had to haul him out of danger (Remember the Hinkle incident??)

You two ran for cover into a foxhole and needless to say none of the Germans were gonna come after you

Babe was grateful that you had covered his rear but felt bad that you were the one who had to do it

You didn't mind

Because he was slowly becoming one of your best friends

There came a day when he repaid the favor by covering you

Because you're both important to each other

And you came to realize sooner or later that you wanted to stick together

Because that's what good friends do

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Your requests are open?! I'd love to ask for something with Babe, if you don't mind luv 🥰

Hello dear! You asked for it and here it is! Sorry it took so long. I hope you'll like it. Enjoy ! ❤️

As always, there's no disrespect towards the real men of the company. It's only based on their portrayals in the mini serie.

The scarf (Edward "Babe" Heffron x reader)

After months of trying to hide their relationship from others, Babe and the reader are finally getting busted.

Warning: coarse language

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Recently arrived in Germany the Company had moved to Landsberg am Lech, a town in Bavaria, and their mission had become much calmer than it had been in Bastogne and Haguenau.  Everyone was enjoying the nice weather of April and went about their business while waiting for orders. Y/N had enjoyed this morning to sit quietly in a corner and write letters to her family and friends, informing them she was still alive, that she was fine and that she was now in Germany. She had then gone to the post office where Allen Vest was in charge of the mail. 

“Morning Vest!” She sang in a cheerful voice as she approached the counter where she put down her letters and dragged them towards him.  

“Hi Y/N, hey, that's a lot of letters for one person.”

She smiled and put her both hands on the counter, tapping the varnished wood with her fingertips. Indeed, she had taken the time to write to her parents, her sister, her uncle and a general letter addressed to her group of friends who met each time to read her letters.

“Yes, I’m enjoying this time of lull, after all we don’t know where we’re going to be sent next time.”

Allen took the letters while gently smiling at her and then went to the back of the room to classify the letters to be sent and rummaging through a pile of other letters he came back to her one in his hand.

“I thought well I saw one with your name on it.”

He reached out to her and was about to add something when the door opened sharply and Speirs appeared with his arms full of objects shining in the sunlight. As he approached the counter, Allen nodded to Y/N to make her understand he had to take care of Speirs. She smiled at him and walked out of the building with her letter in her hands. She immediately recognized the fine italicized handwriting and smiled excited to know what it was about. She walked along the buildings as she read the letter, which provoked a huge smile on her lips when she was suddenly pulled into a corner between two buildings and drawn away from prying eyes.

She began to laugh as the man who had lured her there, placed behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, came to place a kiss on her neck and put his head on her shoulder.

“I missed you so much.”

“We've literally been living together for eight months.” She laughed, placing her hands on his forearms resting on her belly.

“You know exactly what I mean.” He moaned as he put his chin on her shoulder and looked at the letter she was still holding in her hands. “What is it?”

She looked down at the letter and unfolded it to put it in front of his eyes.

“My sister announces me that she’s finally getting married! It's planned for next winter, she obviously hopes that by then it will all be over and I'll be home.” Her voice became lower and dull at the end of her sentence. Of course everyone was hoping for it, but no one really knew what tomorrow was all about and where they would be and when.

Babe tightened his clinch and kissed the top of her head.

“Are you planning to go alone?” His question caused her to pout and then she laughed.

“Are you asking me if, if all this happy mess is over, I'll ask you to come with me?” He shrugged his shoulders and had a sly smile.  “We don't even know where we'll be, and let's say we go back, we'll pick up our lives where we left it off, and they probably weren't going in the same direction.” She continued.

She fell silent and stared at the letter in her hands, for the few months she have been going out with Babe she had never thought what would happen once they got home, if they got home. Babe untied his arms around her and slid his hands over her hips to make her turn to him.

“I know that wherever yours goes, I will follow it.”

Her heart clutched to his words, she had not expected him to make this kind of announcement at all, the smile on his face made her melt and she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissed him tenderly and then came to put her head on his shoulder. They stayed hidden like that for a few minutes, taking advantage of finally being able to speak to each other with more than just distant smiles.  

Since the Company had returned to England after the D-Day and had met the replacements Y/N and Babe had become inseparable, at last, until they started dating. They had chosen not to tell the others about it so that the others wouldn’t spend their time teasing them. They had managed to keep the secret until now, which had been difficult since they were constantly surrounded by the other men. In order to prevent them from suspecting something Y/N and Babe had to stick to the friendly relationship that the others knew about them. Nevertheless, they had always managed to slip away for a moment for a hug or a kiss, all the way to Bastogne. They had never been so far away from each other when they were closer than ever physically. Being constantly surrounded by others in the middle of the woods and sharing their foxholes with different people, they could only look at each other from a distance. At best, they sat next to each other during the few moments when everyone was together, constantly living with the frustration of, at least, not being able to touch each other's hands.  

A couple of times, Babe had managed join her when she was alone, while McClung, with who she was shearing her foxhole, was going out for a ride. But it had happened only a few times, and further apart so as not to arouse suspicion. These times would had been counted on the fingers of only one hand. She too had sometimes managed to join him but unfortunately they were almost never alone. One of the only contacts they could have had without anyone questioning was when Julian was killed, she would have died of pain if she hadn't been able to comfort him, it was the only time they could hold each other without it seeming weird. After that, for several days, it had been unbearable for him not to be able to take her in his arms when it was she who started brooding. To be able to take her in his arms, to interlace her fingers with his own, to caress her cheek and whisper to her that everything would be all right. This time he had been on the verge of cracking up, because instead of his place, there was Toye. Joe was constantly near her to cheering up her moral and several times had taken her in his arms. Bill's recurring jokes about Toye flirting with Y/N were upsetting Babe, who would have wanted told his friend to shut up. Being almost always with Guarnere, he therefore constantly heard his jokes. His only comfort was the smiles and looks of Y/N to reassure him.

But now they were away from it all, they just had to take advantage of the lull that presented itself and allowed them to spend time together out of sight.  

“We'd better get to the others before they wonder where we are.” She reluctantly detached herself from him. “You're leaving first?” Obviously they weren’t to be seen coming out of a corner together, that would have been the worst thing to attract attention.  

He nodded and kissed her before taking a look at the street so he can get out. Y/N waited few minutes before being able to follow in his footsteps and reached the building where she was staying. Entering the building, she heard noises coming from one of the rooms of the first floor which was a big living-room and headed there. Liebgott was sitting on a chair, crossed legs on the table, was discussing with Popeye and Babe who had probably come here voluntarily to be in the same vicinity as her, which had the merit of making her smile, was leaning next to them against a piece of furniture. She joined them as Alley, Talbert, Janovec, and More arrived in the biggest racket they could make and took their places around the table.

Y/N remained standing on the other side of the table, leaning against the wall, while Babe in front of her was join by Skinny who had just arrived. Her eyes were drawn to something sticking out of Babe's pocket, her heart quickened and she tried to catch his attention with desperate glances, if he didn't notice then they were busted.  

A small scarf she had given him was sticking out of his jacket pocket. She had taken with her a scarf that had belonged to her grandmother and that she had recovered when she died. She had always kept it on her ever since and had always managed to hide it so that it wouldn't be taken away like the rest of their personal belongings when she arrived in Toccoa. She valued it very highly, and when she was feeling bad, she would take it out and hold it close to her, remembering happy memories of her grandmother who she missed terribly.  

The only person today for who she had been able to part with it, was someone who meant as much to her as her grandmother, Babe. She gave it to him as the most important thing for her, making him understand how much she cared for him. As they didn’t belong to the same platoon they were not always brought to be close to each other, and the scarf was like her presence to him, so that somehow they are always together. Since then he kept it preciously knowing what it meant to her.

When Babe's gaze caught hers, she tried to make him understand that the object was sticking out of his pocket by throwing looks at him and then at his pocket several times before anyone saw it, but he didn't understand and it was too late. Joe had turned his head to address him and his gaze had landed on the object of the crime. With a small laugh he gently pulled it out.

“Well, well, well, what do we have there? Isn't there something you're not telling us Babe?”

Embarrassed, he understood what she had wanted to warn him about and babbled, not knowing what to say. Y/N came to his rescue, looking surprised, she approached Joe and took the scarf of his hands.  

“Eh that’s mine! Where did you find it?”

It took Babe a split second before he realized she was saving his ass and played along.

“I found it by chance on the floor this morning and I was going to bring it back to you, it must have slipped my mind in the meantime.” He shrugged his shoulders and looked sorry.

Joe looked at them suspiciously, not at all convinced, his gaze going back and forth between Y/N and Babe who unfortunately always seemed embarrassed. Feeling Joe's insistent gaze on her, she finally dropped a “What?” He squinted his eyes as if he was trying to read her soul.  

“Throw out the crap that burns your lips, Joe.”

“Are you two fucking together?”

All heads turned to Y/N and Babe, some surprised, others giving the impression of having heard the biggest gossip of the century.

“No!” They both exclaimed.

“He’s like my baby brother!”

Babe flinched at her words, he knew she was just saying that to keep up appearances, but all the same, this false friendzoning was rather violent.

“So you're fucking your baby brother?” Joe continued with a smirk on his face, still not believing it for a second.

“Jeez, Joe!” She exclaimed in disgust.

Malarky arrived at that moment having only heard the end of the conversation.

“Who's fucking who?”

“Y/N is debauching Babe.” Laughed More.

“Jeez!” Malark exclaimed as he sat down, a more than amused look on his face.

“Stop it! All of you! Nobody fucks anybody!”

Babe was still silent next to her, completely uptight. The boys were laughing at their greatest embarrassment when Luz, who had heard only fragments of the conversation from the next room, arrived with a cigarette lit.

“Who's gonna have a baby?”

Which fueled the boys' hilarity, Y/N raised her hands and clenched them in fists and roared in frustration before going out cursing them. As for Babe, he didn't know what to do, if he stayed there he was going to be teased by his friends, but if he followed her he would agree with them and would grill himself.  

With her cheeks on fire, Y/N left the building to get some fresh air, finding a small wall in the shade and, away from the crowd, she sat down and lit a cigarette before puffed at it when a shadow came and hid the sun from her. She raised her head, squinting because of the brightness, and reached out her arm, offering her cigarette to Luz who had just joined her. He picked it up and as he held it to his lips, sat down on the wall beside her.  

“You and Babe then?” he asked with a sly smile on his lips. So her diversion hadn't worked, at least she had tried. She turned her head towards him raising an eyebrow, a slight smile on the corners of her lips as she waited for him to pull out a joke. But he didn't, instead, he took the cigarette from his lips with his right hand, and as he blew the smoke, passed his left arm around her shoulders.

“If it had been anyone else, I wouldn't have accepted it. But Heffron? I can get used to it.”

She laughed and took the cigarette from his hands and puffed at it again.

“Is this your way to give me your blessing?”

George was the person she was closest to since Toccoa. Even without the incident that had just happened, he had probably guessed what had been going on for a few months. The two had quickly went together like horse and carriage, they had found each other in their humour, and their ability to make others laugh and make jokes. George soon considered her as a little sister and she as a big brother. As soon as the replacements had arrived he saw that she and Babe had gradually grown closer and that they had probably become more than friends. He had been happy for her and continued to look after her from afar.  

“So everyone knows about it? Or did you just sniff it out?” She asked, shoving him gently, which made him giggle.

“Let's say I've seen you gradually change, especially when you're with him.”

If the others probably didn't suspect anything, after the scene that just happened, they will most likely have suspicions.Y/N bit the inside of her cheek and made a grimace that made George smile and took the cigarette out of her hand.

“What are you worried about? No one will say anything, at worst they will tease you for a while before they get bored and move on.”

“That's exactly what we wanted to avoid.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“You know it will be just joking, in all kindness.”

She turned her eyes towards him and he gently pushed her around, which made her smile. George was right, there wouldn't be anything mean about it, and she never doubted it, it would just make her embarrassed that everyone would turn to them and tease them every time they were in each other's presence. But as he said, it would only be temporary, the time they spend on something else.  

“You're right, it wouldn't be the end of the world, and we wouldn't have to hide anymore.”

He nodded his head and winked at her.

“Listen to the voice of reason.” She guffawed what made him smile, he stood up and kissed her on the forehead before returning to the building. Y/N stayed sitting on the wall for a few minutes thinking about what George had said. She had finally agreed with herself that her fear was unjustified, the Company members were so benevolent to each other, why would they go against this relationship? Other than to tease and embarrass them, what could they possibly say? They were already spending all their time making fun of each other and joking that nothing would be different. It was out of fear of being embarrassed by the mockery of others that they had chosen to hide, when they would only be mocked among so many others. She shook her head gently as she realized that this decision had been ridiculous. To have done otherwise would surely have saved them from frustration when they had found themselves far away when they needed each other the most. They had to stop hiding, and once the others knew about it, they could enjoy each other in peace. Loud noises of voices caught her attention and she turned her head towards the group of men a few yards away. She put out her cigarette and stood up to see what was going on. Two groups had formed, one playing soccer and the other surrounding them, each one cheering for the team they stood for.

She saw Babe from afar and made her way to him. As she stood next to him, she slipped her hand into his as he turned his head towards her with a questioning look. Y/N gave him a warm smile that he returned to her. To hell with what they might say.

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We’re Only Getting Closer

Babe Heffron x Reader

Gif not mine! Credit to owner.

synopsis: When (Y/N) refuses to accept Babe as one of the men due to his status as a replacement, Babe makes it his goal to get her to open up + prompt #27 “i swear, if you say another word, i’ll leave.” & #52 “you couldn’t handle me even if i came with instructions.”

warnings: swearing

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Replacements in Easy had a reputation. They were exactly that; a replacement for a man who had died or was seriously injured. They were always untrained, young boys desperate to make a name for themselves in the war. And every company had taken heavy losses from D-Day. Men that they had trained with for years were suddenly gone in minutes and the veterans refused to accept the replacements.

But Babe was different. Since he was from Philly, Bill had taken him under his wing, finding comfort in having a piece of home so far away. He was eventually accepted as one of Easy's own, and even though he wasn't trained under Sobel’s command, the men of Easy accepted him and treated him as though he were a Toccoa man.  

(Y/N) refused to accept Babe. The group of replacements he had come with had been for the men lost at D-Day, one of the lost being her friend. The moment Bill had let him sit at their table, she knew they wouldn’t get along. 

She tried at first, she really did. (Y/N) was friends with Bill, and Bill liked Babe, so she tried to see through the fact that he was a replacement. But the accent, the vocabulary, and his stories drove her crazy. She would sit at the table until she couldn't take it anymore, saying that she was tired or didn't feel well so they would let her leave. The amount of time she stayed while he was around decreased until she was up and out when she caught sight of him walking over. 

Babe had tried to let it go, thinking (Y/N) couldn't be avoiding him. When it started to become more apparent she was, Bill tried to explain it away, “It’s not you, she’s just like that sometimes. Not the partying type.” he would say. But as they rode in a truck through Holland, a few snide remarks leaving her lips as they drove through the countryside, Babe knew she didn’t like him. 

It was raining. (Y/N) pulled the army issued rain jacket over her helmet, her hands shaking as the wind whipped past her. It was cold and she just wanted to sleep. She wasn't sure where they were; she just knew it was some small town in Holland. “God damnit.” She grumbled as Babe slid into her foxhole, glaring at him through the light rain.

“What?” His voice was louder than he had meant for it to be. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and moved closer to the edge of the foxhole. She would rather be exposed to German artillery than close to him. 

“Find another foxhole, this one’s taken.” She barked, watching his expression in the darkness. 

“You're the only one in it?” Babe stated, his tone reflecting how ridiculous he thought she was being. 

“Yup. Filled.” His boots brushed against her calf as he extended his long legs, trying to get more comfortable. 

“Foxholes are meant for two, not one.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes at his playful tone, knowing he enjoyed bothering her. “What’s your problem with me anyway?” Babe asked, pushing his helmet back when it started to fall forward on his head. “Ever since I met ya’ you’ve been nothing but mean to me.” 

She clicked her tongue at his statement. “That's not true.” It was, they both knew it. 

“Oh it's not?” He raised his eyebrows at the suggestion that she had been welcoming in the slightest. “Guess I’ve just been imagining it the whole time then. The sour look that's always on your face when I’m around. How you used to just get up and leave when I came around in Aldbourne. I dreamt up all that shit, right?” 

(Y/N) scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest in order to conserve warmth and close herself off from him. “You can be a real ass, you know.” She stated incredulously. 

Babe dug the pack of cigarettes from his pocket, taking one in between his lips before lighting it. “There we go.” He turned his head and blew the smoke away from her. 

“What?” Her eyebrows creased with confusion. 

He unscrewed the cap of his canteen before taking a long sip, annoyed with her evasiness on the subject. If she didn’t like him, why couldn't she just tell him? “You.”

“What about me?” She turned to face him, her lips parting as she made out his silhouette in the darkness. 

“You say ya’ aren't mean to me,” He started to explain, his cheeks reddening under her sharp gaze. “But then you call me an ass.” She looked away so he took the opportunity to speak again. “I’m not saying I’m not one,” He held his hands up in mock defence. “Far from it, actually. But I haven't done a thing to you so I don't know why you have a stick up your ass when it comes to me.” 

“Please stop talking.” 

He scoffed. “That's all you have to say?” 

“I’m serious Heffron-“

“Heffron? Everyone else calls me-“

“I swear if you say another word, I’ll leave.” She said quietly, her voice taking on a tone he wasn’t familiar with. They both paused, eyes wide as they stared at each other. 

Babe couldn’t help himself. “Where are you gonna go?” His voice was gentle, he didn’t want to upset her. “We're sitting in holes like animals in the middle of-” He stopped when she started to stand, his fingers wrapping around her forearm to halt her movements. “I’m sorry, okay? I’ll shut up.” 

They both sat, (Y/N)’s legs pulled to her chest as she tried to keep the distance between them. Tension was thick in the air as the minutes ticked by like hours. She felt guilt bubble in her stomach as his words echoed in her ears. He hadn’t done anything to her- in fact, he had been nothing but nice to her since the first time they met. Finally, she spoke. 

“It’s nothing against you.” She turned, blushing when she saw he was already looking at her. He stayed quiet, wanting to give her time to speak. “I don’t-” She cut herself off with a shake of the head. “I don’t want to get close to anyone. Not over here. It’s not worth the pain because I know we're not going home.” She looked away, embarrassed by her confession. She felt like she couldn't think properly with the way he was looking at her. 

Babe racked his brain for the right thing to say, not wanting to ruin any chance he might have, knowing he was never the best with words.“Will you give me a chance?” His voice was soft and child-like. “Let me take care of you, show you I’m not that bad. I’m not goin’ anywhere, I swear.” 

(Y/N) chuckled, Babe’s heart starting to race as he caught a glance of her smile in the moonlight. 

“Babe, you couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.” She said lightly, smiling when he started to laugh. The cloud of tension seemingly disappearing as he moved closer, his thigh pressed against hers. He felt his heartbeat quicken as she turned to him, realizing that this was the closest they had ever been. 

“I like when you call me that.” He threw his arm over her shoulder and pulled her into his side. She didn’t resist, finding comfort in the warmth. “Babe.” He repeated, moving so that he was lying down as much as he could. She could hear the smile in his voice. 

“Shut up, Babe.” 

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

[musicnoots]

Another Cinderella Story

Babe Heffron/Reader

Prompt “Oh my God, I'm in love with an adult man-child” requested by anon

A/N: 🌼BABE CUTENESS🌼

Synopsis: The quest for a missing shoe at one in the morning.

Tags: @gottapenny @dustyjjumpwings @wexhappyxfew @medievalfangirl @bandofmarvels @those-dusty-jump-wings @curraheev @junojelli @majwinters​ @david-weepster @evelyn-shelby @those-dusty-jump-wings @floydtab @rayleighshughes @alienoresimagines @yeahcurrahee @not-john-watsons-blog @inglourious-imagines @meteora-fc​ 

“Psst, Y/N,” he whisper-yells. He’s trying his very best not to rudely wake you up, rather, politely wake you up in the middle of the night. “Y/N?”

Babe can’t find the pair of his shoes. His favorite pair of shoes. The ones his Ma gave him for his eighteenth birthday—the brown oxfords that he’d been laying his eyes on at the store weeks before all those years ago.

He’s all but turned the entire house upside down looking for them. 

The shoe rack is in disarray, your shared closet that was once neat and tidy is now messy and won’t close shut thanks to your boyfriend and his midnight antics. Babe had also gone rummaging through the kitchen cabinet, as if the missing shoe would magically appear in between the bread and jam. 

“Hello?” he shakes your shoulder this time, and that’s enough to wake you up from your deep sleep, dazed and confused as to who’s talking to you right now. “Hello? Earth to Y/N?”

“Babe?”

You yawn, your hand drifts to touch his cheek—truth be told, you hadn’t noticed that he’d slipped out of bed. 

You swear your person was in bed snuggling with you ten seconds ago! His head tucked under your armpit, his lips attached to the underside of your breast, and his hand resting on the curve of your waist all while hogging all the blankets from you (he doesn’t mean it, though), you hadn’t noticed until he wakes you up while on a scavenger hunt for God knows what at this hour.

“Baby, have you seen the other pair of my shoes?” He holds the shoe up. “My favorite ones. I’ve been lookin’ all ova’ the goddamn place for ‘em!”

You almost let it slide past you. Luckily, you’d recovered from your muddled state to snag a peak at the clock on the nightstand. It’s well past midnight. “W—“

“Looked in the closet, looked in the living room, I even looked in the damn cabinet! S’like it just grew legs of its own and walked straight out the door! What do I gotta do to find the missing pair?”

“Why are you looking for your shoe in the middle of the night?”

He sighs and sits on the edge of the bed. “I’m goin’ to Bill’s place! Now, Y/N, can you please help me find my goddamn shoe?”

You blink. Bill’s place? You know the two are the bestest of friends, but you’re not too sure if that includes Babe randomly waking up at half past one to hang out. “Why are you going to Bill’s? It’s one in the morning?”

“I want ‘im to make a grilled cheese for me,” he says, and your eyes nearly bulge out of your head.

Really? Grilled cheese? At one in the morning?

“You want to go to Bill’s house...because you want him to make you...a grilled cheese…”

Part of you knows not to question why your favorite gentle ginger woke up in the middle of the night suddenly wanting a grilled cheese sandwich—a few months ago, he woke you up at 4 in the morning asking for you to bake him a few cupcakes that he ended up helping decorate with vanilla frosting and rainbow sprinkles.

But Babe thinks, as if you didn’t already love him, that he shouldn’t bother you again at this ungodly hour.

“Yes! But my shoe, Y/N!” he whines. “I’ve been lookin’ everywhere for it! Looked in the closet, looked in the pantry, looked in the fridge—I swear if I lost it for good, I’m gonna be so fuckin’ sad. My Ma gave it to me for my birthday a couple years ago!” He sighs and buries his face into his hands. “Goddamnit, I just wanted a grilled cheese and now I’m pissed off because I can’t find the other pair of my favorite shoes!”

“Babe—”you sit up in bed and put a hand on his shoulder to get his attention, “if you wanted a grilled cheese this bad, then you could have made one yourself, we have the things to make it.”

“No…”

“No?”

He pouts. “It’s not as good as yours.”

Him saying that automatically warms up your heart. 

You love him, damnit. You didn’t say no then, so there’s no way you wouldn’t get up and make your wonderful boyfriend the greatest grilled cheese to have ever graced this Earth. “Alright,” you swing your legs over the edge of the bed and stand up, “let’s go make you that grilled cheese. C’mon, baby.”

His eyes light up in joy. “Really?” he says as you tug on his hand to follow. “But can we still look for my shoe? After I eat the grilled cheese, I mean. I’m gonna be so sad if I never find ‘em! My Ma would never forgive me!”

“Babe, you’re alright, and besides, I think Mango probably hid it somewhere to sit in it without having to deal with you trying to cuddle with her.”

He nods. Mango is a pretty smart cat, and judging from the countless times she’s stolen both of your shoes to sit in, it’s more than likely that she’s abducted Babe’s favorite shoe. “I can’t help it! Mango’s just so squishy, and she’s an awesome cuddle buddy whenever you’re not home to give me the lovin’ I deserve.”

“I’m starting to think you love Mango more than me.”

“No!” Babe wraps his arms around you from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder as the both of you waddle out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, ready to make that wretched grilled cheese he made all the ruckus about this morning. “I love you,” he peppers your neck with kisses, “from my butt to the top of my head. I love Mango, too, but she probably took my shoe so I’m kind of eh about her now. And I know you’re gonna love the way I decorated the kitchen...”

“Oh my God,” you sigh, coming to see how much of a mess he actually made. It’s nice to see that he tried to clean up for your sake, but the open cookie jar sitting on the counter is enough to make you realize how Babe has cemented his presence into your everyday life. “I’m in love with an adult man-child.”

He nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck. “Yeah, but I’m your adult man-child.”

[inglourious-imagines]

Light In Hell (Edward "Babe" Heffron)

Requested by: @easyroses

Summary: You are the love of Babe's life. But he got too drunk in Aldbourne and did something he regrets more than anything. Now he has to live with the consequences.

Prompts: 32 - Oh god, you're in love with him! & 60 - Fuck, you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen. 

Author's Note: Hope you guys consider this one happy haha! Enjoy ♡

Taglist: @alienoresimagines @floydtab @kyra3155 @real-fans @meteora-fc @not-john-watsons-blog @band-of-brothers-cz @tealaquinn @ok-roemanov

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The worst thing is, that even after all of that, I'm still in love with you.

He watched her from afar, his mind full of thoughts and regrest. Y/N was laughing about something Luz just said and it was this exact moment it hit him. Babe made the biggest mistake of his life.

She was supposed to be sitting next to him, laughing with him and not George. They would tell each other memories of home and he could finally ask her to come with him to Philly. Maybe even gave her the ring he'd been carrying with him for ages.

Now, it seemed like all Babe's dreams collapsed and disappeared. And the worst thing was, it was just his fault. He was the only one to blame. 

•••

"May I sit here?" Babe anxiously asked gesturing towards the free spot next to Y/N on the freezing ground in the Ardennes. It was the first moment they looked each other deeply since Aldbourne. Guarnere coughed a little to ease the tension in the air and freed a little place next to him. "You can also sit here, Babe. I warmed it for you." Bill said laughing but his eyes drifted off to Y/N who was uncomfortably looking everywhere, just not at Heffron, with a frown on her face.

"Thanks, Bill." Babe replied quietly sitting down.

The conversation stopped. Everyone was aware of what happened between the once happiest and the most lovely pair of Easy Company. No one didn't know what they should say or do.

Babe was staring at Y/N with sad eyes and he wasn't even trying to hide it. Everybody could see how much he regrets what he'd done. But it wasn't their broken heart, it wasn't their trust shattered.

And Y/N simply wasn't able to forgive him. Not yet.

•••

When Eugene Roe paid her a visit, she was more than happy to have someone to freeze with while have a good conversation. Gene was exactly the guy she needed.

"Just talked with Heffron." Doc stated and she could swear her blood froze as well.

"I don't care." Y/N frowned trying not to look too concerned. 

"I think you do, a lot." Eugene replied with a knowing smile on his face. She hated when he was right, which was almost every time and this moment wasn't an exception. Y/N was dying to have a talk with Babe like they used to do before Aldbourne. But at the same time, she was hurting every time she looked at him.

"Oh god!" Doc spoke again, his voice full of realisation and expectation, "you're in love with with."

"What?! No!" Y/N answered way too quickly than she should, "I was and I'm not hiding that. But not anymore."

"I don't believe a word you just said. Two hours ago or so I was listening to Heffron blabbing how he regrets it, how much he's sorry because he'll never meet a woman like you again. Can't you see it, Y/N? He loves you more than he lets on. He'd do anything to take back what happened. If you could just forgive him."

"It's not that easy, Gene. And now get out! Two medics in one foxhole? What would Bill say to that?"

•••

It was about time. They had to move forward and fight.

Now it meant attacking a little town called Foy.

Y/N was stepping on one place checking her medical supplies for the tenth time in 5 minutes. There was no denying it, she was a nervous wreck.

•••

It all happened so quickly.

A long run from the forest to the town.

Speirs replacing Dike.

And then, they made it, with loses, yeah, but they made it.

Y/N sat down on a wooden bench, exhausted, letting her head fall into her hands.

"Medic!" She froze. "Medic! Now!"

Y/N got up and ran after the shouting until she saw a wounded man with his trousers covered in blood.

"Oh my god." she breathed out and began to throw bandages out of her bag along with one last morphine. She ripped his trousers wiping off the blood of his left thigh. 

"Don't worry. It looks worse than it actually is," Y/N tried to comfort the trooper, "you're gonna be all right. It's just a scratch." 

She injected the morphine in his other leg as she bandaged the wound. "It's okay now. The bullet didn't hit you properly, you'll be fine soon. I shouldn't probably even give you the morphine but the supplies are coming so I reckon it's no problem."

Y/N stood up slowly, taking one last look at the wound, and gestured towards Bull and Luz to take him into the church.

"This is the first time we had some conversion in so many weeks." Babe stated as he raised himself up on his elbows.

"And it's gonna end like it." she frowned. Her heart broke a little as she said those words. She didn't even know why she's being that much unfriendly.

"I apologised, Y/N! How many times do you want me to say sorry to you? I was drunk. I wasn't thinking!" Heffron raised his voice suddenly. He probably would have stopped her and made her look into his eyes.

"Can't you fucking understand?! You slept with another woman when a few minutes ago you were telling me how you love me! And it just hurts so much, Babe, it feels like a betrayal." her voice was so weak at the end of her reply he could barely hear her.

"All I'm asking is you to forgive me. Just give me a second chance - you are always saying this."

"It freaking depends. Second chance for Hitler? Hell no! You?"

Y/N didn't finish the sentence and looked directly at the man lying on the cold ground in front of her. She kneeled down and wiped off a drop of blood from his cheek.

"I don't know about you, Babe. You've made me feel so many different emotions no man has ever made me feel." she whispered, keeping her eyes fixated on him.

"Well, let me just... Fuck, Y/N! You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen. I can't just lose you."

She sighed looking at their intertwined hands as they both touched the other one unconsciously during the short conversation. And it just felt so right.

"We're staying for the night in the local church. We can talk this thing through there." Y/N winked at him with a sparkle in her eyes, like she used to do before Aldbourne.

Babe pulled her closer to him by her hand and put a strand of her Y/H/C hair behind her ear. She could hear him breathing and once again, he made her heart race like he did so many times before. 

"Save that for later. I haven't forgiven you totally yet." Y/N mumbled not being able to move away from him.

"Just one kiss. That's all I ask."

And their lips connected after such a long time of loneliness, hurt and pain.

[liebegott]

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​ 

***

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."