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brassknucklespeirs · 2 years

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Eᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ Yᴏᴜ Tᴏᴜᴄʜ [Bᴀʙᴇ Hᴇꜰꜰʀᴏɴ x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

Genre: Fluff with SAD BOY HOUR

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Everything you touch will disappear.”

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

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

“Captain Winters Sir?”

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

“Everything you touch....”

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

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

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

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

“Everything...”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah Y/N?”

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

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

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mccall-muffin · 2 years

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Little Kitty - Part 1 // Babe Heffron x Reader

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

Warnings: Language, War, Drinking, Fluffy SMUT

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

July 18, 1944 - Aldbourne, England

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

September 13, 1944 - Aldbourne, England

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part 2

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

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malarkgirlypop · 7 months

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Give us Baby boy pleaaaase

Babe x reader

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

#oooh babe x reader #ehhhhh ahahah #band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #hbo war #donald malarkey #band of brothers imagine #babe heffron

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mrs-murder-daddy · 11 months

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For the sweetest writer in town @softguarnere

A/N: Some of these plot points seem strange in any other time than Shakespeare’s but are ultimately intended to be entertaining, not realistic. There are some scenes with threats of violence or death but nothing graphic or explicit.

Forgive me for the very long post but I wanted it all out in one go, lest we have another Little Women situation. I promise the next one’s coming soon.

Much Ado About Nothing

Bill Guarnere x Reader

Governor Wilson is a rather stern man, but when it comes to the women in his life, he is passionate and kind. He finds his girls rather amusing, especially when he receives correspondence.

Today, they’re trying to read a letter over his shoulder, only for him to fold it up and place it in the top drawer of his desk. The postman hides his smile as the governor rolls his chair in front of the drawers.

Governor Wilson turns to his girls, “The letter says that Captain Nixon is coming to our home tonight. It also says that Captain Nixon has given great honours to a young man from Philadelphia named Edward Heffron.”

The two young women share a look. The younger mouths to the older, “Babe!”

The postman notices that they seem to know the young man and speaks up, “The honours are well-deserved, Private Heffron has achieved things that no one would expect from such a young man.”

“Sir, tell me,” the older of the women reaches for the drawer, “has a Private Leonato returned from the war?”

“I don’t believe there was a Private Leonato in the Battalion.” He frowns.

Governor Wilson interrupts, “Who are you actually asking after, niece?”

The younger woman speaks for her, “My cousin refers to Sergeant Bill Guarnere.”

“Oh, he’s returned, and he’s as cheerful as ever.” Believing this ‘cousin’ to fancy the sergeant, the postman plays up his achievements, “He served well in this war, miss. He's a good soldier. He's full of honourable virtues.”

“He’s full of something alright.” She mutters.

Governor Wilson pats the other man on the shoulder, “You mustn’t misunderstand my niece. There is a kind of battle of wits between her and Sergeant Guarnere, whenever they meet.”

“And he’s never won any of these battles.” She waves the discussion away and continues, “But who accompanies him now? It seems every month he has a new best friend.”

“I see this man is not in your good book, miss.”

She scoffs, “No. And if he were in my good book, I'd burn down my library. Now please tell me, who is his newest friend?”

The postman looks to the younger woman, then back, and smirks, “He spends most of his time in the company of Babe Heffron.”

“Oh Lord,” the older woman groans, “Guarnere will cling to him like a disease! Guarnere is easier to catch than the plague, and the person he's infected will go insane. God help poor Babe! If he's caught the Guarnere, he'll lose all his money trying to be cured.”

“I'll make sure to stay on your good side, my lady.” The postman winks and leaves the room.

Governor Wilson rubs his niece’s shoulders, “My dear Y/N, you will never ‘catch the Guarnere.’”

“No, not until hells freezes over.” Y/N smiles falsely.

Th men returning from war arrive much later in the day. Captain Nixon, young Babe Heffron, Sergeant Guarnere, and an unknown man are met in the foyer by you, your uncle, and your cousin.

The greeting between your uncle and Captain Nixon is warm. The men hug and laugh joyously.

“You welcome your troubles too cheerfully.” Nixon teases, before turning to your cousin. “You must be Violet.”

She blushes prettily and nods.

“That's what her mother keeps telling me.” Your uncle teases, making the other men laugh.

The bane of your existence speaks up, “Were you concerned about it? Since you asked.”

Your uncle jokes, “No, Guarnere, you were only a kid back then. Couldn’t have been you.”

Nixon steps forward and holds one of Violet’s hands in his own. “Nah, you look too much like your honourable father to be anyone else’s child.” He lets go and pats your uncle on the shoulder, “Now good sir, I would like to have a private word with you.”

As the two men move off, Guarnere keeps talking, “Even if Governor Wilson is her father, she don’t wanna look like an old man.”

“Are you still talking, Bill? Nobody’s even paying attention.” You leave your cousin’s side to approach him.

“Oh Miss Spite, you’re still alive?” He reaches out to touch your face, as if to verify it.

You smack it away, “How could Spite die when she has much food in the form of Sergeant Bill Guarnere? When you're around, even Miss Courtesy transforms into Miss Spite.”

“Then she’s a traitor, ‘cause all the ladies of these United States love me. All except you. Not that it matters, since I can’t love them in return.”

You raise your arms in cheer, “What great luck for my sex! You know, I’d rather listen to my dog bark for hours at birds than hear a man swear he loves me.”

Bill smirks and leans closer to you. “Let’s hope you stay that way, so some poor guy doesn’t get his face scratched off.”

“If it's a face like yours then scratching couldn't make it look any worse.” You push his frustratingly sharp jaw away from you.

Captain Nixon and Governor Wilson return to the foyer. It’s only then that you notice Babe and Violet whispering to each other, and the unknown man is standing in the corner, watching everything happen.

Captain Nixon clears his throat, “Babe, Bill, Governor Wilson here has invited us to stay here for the next month or so.”

Your uncle steps in, “You too, Lieutenant Johnson.”

Nixon doesn’t seem very happy with the concept but nods for the man to step forward.

The strange man removes himself from the wall and shakes your uncle’s hand. “Thank you. I’m not one for big speeches, so thank you.”

There are a few moments of awkward silence before Governor Wilson gestures for the parlour. “Come along everyone, let’s have a drink.”

Everyone but Babe and Bill follow your uncle, chatting amongst yourselves.

Babe smacks Bill on the chest and whispers loudly, “Bill, did you notice Violet?”

The Philly man smirks, “I mean yeah I saw her, but nothing worth noticing.”

“Isn’t she beautiful?”

“Are you asking me honestly?”

“Yes, be honest.”

Bill laughs, “All everyone says is she looks like her old man. Her old man has a mustache. I’ll let that speak for itself.”

His redheaded friend frowns, “I’m not joking, Bill. Please, tell me seriously, what do you think of her?”

“Why are you asking?”

“She’s… Bill, she’s an angel.” Babe sighs, looking to the closed parlour doors.

“I just don’t see it, man.” Bill steps back into his friend’s line of sight. “You know despite being such a witch, even Y/N’s prettier than her cousin. Wait. You don’t wanna marry her, do ya?”

Babe looks away from his friend again, “I know I swore I wouldn’t marry, but… if Violet said yes, I’d marry her in a heartbeat.”

Bill throws his arms in the air and laments, “Is this what the world's coming to? Will I never see a sixty-year-old bachelor again?”

Captain Nixon steps out of the parlour, closing the doors behind him quietly. He clears his throat, walking closer, “What’s going on here? Governor Wilson was asking after you both.”

Bill whips around to face his former commanding officer. “You have to order me to tell you.”

The tall brunet flashes a confused smile, “Sure, you’re ordered to tell me about what’s going on.”

Bill gestures to the redhead, “You see, Babe, normally this old trap stays shut. You know that. But I’ve been ordered.” He then turns back to Nixon. “Babe is in love. With Violet!”

“That’s not true!” Babe stutters.

The blonde shouts, “He denies the crime, Nix!”

But Nixon shakes his head, ignoring their antics. “You know if you really love Violet, I approve. I’m sure her father will too.”

“You’re just saying that to trick me into confessing, Nix.”

Nixon’s accent creeps in as his voice gets louder. “I’m being totally honest, Babe.”

Babe blushes, “And I was being honest when I said I loved her.”

Then Bill ruins the moment, “And I was being honest when I said this was a bad idea.”

“Before I go back to Jersey, I’d be happy to see you go pale with lovesickness.” The tall captain smiles.

The shorter man shakes his head. “I'll go pale with anger, or illness, or hunger but never with love, Nix. Hell will have to freeze over first.”

With that he storms off to the parlour, greeting the people inside with a loud quip.

Babe approaches his captain, speaking softly. “Listen Nix, I’m being serious about loving Violet. In fact, I think I loved her even before we went to war.”

Nixon places a gentle hand on the young man’s shoulder. “I know, Babe. Listen, there’s going to be a dance tonight in town. You win over Violet and I’ll win over her father.”

They join the others in the parlour.

The party is already in swing by the time you and Violet arrive. She’s immediately received by a masked man with suspiciously red hair.

“Would you like to dance?”

Her blush is hidden by her own mask, but her voice is teasing, “As long as you’re not as ugly as your mask.”

He laughs and they dance for a song before disappearing into a dark corner.

You watch one of your best friends, Margaret, dancing with a man who looks… creepy. Plus you’re almost certain you’ve seen him talking to that weirdo Lieutenant Johnson. But they’re heavily flirting and she doesn’t seem uncomfortable with it, so you move past it.

Bill approaches you, clearly thinking you don’t know who he is. He is wearing a mask after all. It’s not like you’d know that jaw anywhere.

“Tell me fellow, do you know who Bill Guarnere is?”

He shakes his head and clear his throat, attempting to deepen his voice. “No, who, uh, who is that?”

“Oh come on, surely you know of him. He loves cracking jokes, maybe he’s made you laugh before.”

“No, I got no idea.”

You decide to push it a little, “He’s a real motormouth, you see. The only thing he’s good at is making jokes, but the jokes are too vulgar for civilised society. So he only makes friends with other scoundrels.”

“You know when I meet this man, I’m gonna tell him what you just said.” Bill scoffs.

You laugh, “Go for it. He'll make a joke by comparing me to something insulting, and when no one laughs, he'll get depressed. Now I’m gonna go dance.” You flounce off into the crowd.

Nixon finally shows, a little tipsy already. He throws an arm around Bill’s shoulder. The Philly man looks up at the bleary eyes of his friend, “She definitely recognised me, huh?”

“Yep. Now, have you seen Babe?”

“He’s with Violet I think.” Bill sulks.

Nixon smiles, then his face drops into faux seriousness. “Why do you dislike Y/N so much?”

“She insulted me Nix! No, you know what, let’s not talk about her.”

“Oh look here she comes.”

Bill cranes his head around to see you step off the dancefloor with Violet and Babe. He whips back to his tall friend, “I’ll see you later Nix.”

He runs past you and your little entourage and you watch him leave with a slightly concerned frown.

You school your expression when Nixon asks, “What did you do to old Guarnere?”

“Nothing he hasn’t already done to me. I gave him my heart once and he lost it. Although I suppose I lost it.” You push Babe and your cousin forward, eager to avoid the conversation. “Here, I brought these two.”

Babe wraps his arm around Violet’s waist and the two can’t stop smiling at each other.

“What’s got you smiling so big?” Nixon takes a sip from his flask.

“Violet and I are together. Officially.”

Nixon nods sagely, “Well, I spoke to your father, Violet, and he’s given his approval.”

The two of them are rendered silent for an awful length of time.

“That’s where you say something Babe.” You stage whisper.

The redhead gapes like a fish for a second, “I’m too happy to speak, I think.”

“Now you, cousin. Or kiss him if you can’t speak either.” You nudge Violet.

She takes your advice and the two kiss.

You pull your face in disgust and move around the young couple to stand next to Nixon.

“Isn’t that sweet?” You ask him sarcastically. “Everyone’s getting married except little old me. Maybe I should just sit in a corner and cry until one comes along.”

You don’t notice, but Nixon watches your face with a gentle adoration that matches his soft tone. “I can find you a husband.”

“Oh do you have a brother?” You look up at him.

He turns to face you head-on and tucks his flask into his jacket. “Would you take me?”

You panic for a second, heart fluttering and your mind racing for a quip. “Look Captain Nixon, you’re too good for me. You’re like a ballgown and I need a working dress.” You slap a hand to your forehead, “I’m sorry, I was born to tell jokes and not to make sense.”

The handsome man pulls your hand away and holds it in both of his. “I think I’d be more offended if you stayed silent. Your jokes suit you more.”

You smile brightly and remove your hand from his grasp. “If you’ll excuse me.”

As you turn to leave, you bump into your uncle who asks you to see to Violet later. You nod and kiss his cheek as you walk off briskly.

Your uncle notices Nixon smile as you walk away and draws his attention. “She’s a rather spirited young lady, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yes sir, though she seems adamant about not marrying.” He says with a rueful chuckle.

The two men stand there for a moment before a lightbulb sparks between them.

Nixon begins the conversation. “You know, she’d make an excellent wife for Bill.”

Your uncle smiles and waves Babe and Violet over. “How do you two kids feel about marrying next week rather than tomorrow?”

While they don’t seem happy about it, the young couple does seem interested in what the older men were discussing.

Governor Wilson takes the lead. “We were discussing an idea about an almost impossible task.”

Nixon asks, “Don’t you think Bill and Y/N would make a very handsome couple?”

When the young couple agree, Wilson continues, “We can play Cupid. Push the two together.”

Violet giggles, “If it means my cousin will have a good husband, I will do whatever is needed.”

Babe shrugs, “And Bill ain’t the worst guy I know. He’s a pretty honourable fella.”

“Great. Now let’s discuss our plan.” Your uncle claps his hands together, leading the three back home.

Meanwhile, Lieutenant Johnson pulls his own friend away from Margaret. “Did you hear, Conrad? Babe is marrying Violet.”

Conrad frowns, “Yes. Why does that matter?”

Johnson gives the man a disappointed look. “I’ve told you before. Captain Lewis Nixon needs a kick off that high horse. What better way to do it than to ruin the lives of his friends?”

Conrad seems a little unsure but agrees. “I can do it sir.”

“How?”

Conrad points over his shoulder to Margaret, “That’s Y/N’s friend. She likes me. A lot.”

Johnson sighs through his nose. “How is that helpful?”

“She looks a whole lot like someone we and Babe have in common, don’t she?”

Johnson squints to get a better view then it clicks. He smiles widely, “Oh how wicked.”

Conrad returns the smile, “Now it’s up to you to spread the rumours, sir.”

Captain Nixon, Governor Wilson and Babe all step out onto the porch, drinks in hand.

Nixon speaks at an unnecessarily loud volume, “Now Governor Wilson, what was it you said earlier today? Y/N is in love with Bill Guarnere?”

Wilson clears his throat and replies in an equal tone. “Oh yes, of course.”

The men hear a thud from the balcony above. Babe peeks out and sees Bill’s shoe peek out through the railing.

The redhead gestures wildly, letting the other men know Bill is up there, eavesdropping. He also talks in the loud tone, “And here I thought she could never love anyone.”

“Oh, I didn't either.” Wilson continues. “Especially with Bill Guarnere, who she's always said she hated. I don't know what to think about it. But she loves him so much it goes beyond understanding.”

Nixon fakes a sad tone, “Maybe she's only pretending.”

Babe nods sagely, “That does seem more likely.”

The gruff older man chuckles, “Pretending? Then she’s a very good actor.”

The men hear a clang. Babe whispers, “The fish is about to bite.”

Nixon picks up the intensity, “Has she revealed her feelings?”

“No, and she swears she never will.” Wilson shakes his head.

Babe sneaks a look over his shoulder to see Bill’s head pop back up. “Violet says the same. She said once Y/N wrote him a letter but tore it up. Y/N cried, ‘I just know he would mock me for writing this because I would do the same. How could I claim I love him when I’ve been so cruel?’”

Wilson nods and points to Babe, “Violet told me the same story.”

“If Y/N won't tell Bill, maybe one of us should.” Nixon sighs heavily.

Babe claps his captain on the shoulder, “Don't tell him, Nix. Let her get over her feelings.”

Governor Wilson laments, “That's impossible. Her heart might give out first.”

“Well, we'll hear more about this from your daughter.” Nixon raises his voice even further. “Let's leave it for now. I like Bill a lot, but I wish he could see how undeserving he is of Y/N.”

A bell rings from inside the house and Wilson speaks lowly to his companions, “That’ll be dinner.”

When there are no footsteps above them, Babe pokes his head out to see Bill rubbing the back of his head. The three men share knowing looks. Babe whispers as they head inside, “If he doesn't fall in love with her after this, I'll eat my hat.”

Nixon chuckles, “I got an idea. Let's send Y/N to call Bill in to dinner.” The three begin to laugh in earnest.

The next day, Violet, Margaret and their friend Zenie plot in the living room.

Violet grabs your best friend’s hand. “Margaret, would you mind grabbing my cousin? Tell her you overheard Zenie and I gossiping about her and that she should come eavesdrop. We’ll handle the rest.” She giggles with her own best friend.

Margaret nods and runs off to find you. “Now Zenie, when we talk about Bill, you should praise him more than any man ever deserved. And I'll talk to you about how Bill is sick with love.”

There’s a thud as you drop to your knees and crawl to hide behind a potted plant.

Violet nods vigorously at Zenie and begins their ruse, “She’s too mean, Zenie. She’ll just break his heart.”

“But are you sure that Bill is even in love with Y/N?” Zenie says melodramatically.

Violet mouths ‘tone it down’ and says, “That's what Nix and Babe say.”

“And did they ask you to tell Y/N about it, Vi?”

Violet looks over her friend’s shoulder to make sure you’re listening. “They did. But I told them that if they really cared for Bill, they should never let Y/N know about them.”

“Why did you say that?” Zenie seems actually confused by this statement but Violet’s expression informs her it’s still part of the bit. “Doesn't Bill deserve a wife as good as your cousin would be?”

“Oh no dear Zenie. It wouldn't be good if she learned about Bill's love, she would just made a joke of it.”

Zenie nods astutely, “Of course, you speak the truth. No matter how wise, young, and handsome a man is, she always manages to turn his merits into faults. She turns every man inside out.”

Violet sighs to hide the laughter bubbling up. “Bill should just keep his feelings hidden and waste away.”

“Maybe you should tell her and see what she says.”

“No, I should rather go to Bill and tell him to fight against his feelings.” Violet leans back into her couch to see you attempting to crawl closer quietly.

Zenie sits back too and hides you from sight. “Oh, don't do your cousin wrong like that! If she really is as smart as she appears, then she can't refuse a man like Bill Guarnere.”

There’s a hushed “Ow shit!” as you get carpet burn on your knee, but the two girls ignore it.

“Why he's the best man in the U.S. except for my Babe of course.” Violet sits back up. “Anyway, enough talk of my cousin and her cruelty. I want to show you some dress options for my wedding.”

As they link arms and walk out, Violet watches you in the reflection of the living room window. You blow cool air on your knee, then a thought crosses your face. You rest a hand on your heart and smile giddily.

Zenie and Violet giggle to themselves. “We got her good, Vi.”

Nixon, Babe, Bill, and your uncle all sit around the table in the parlour, discussing the future after Babe and Violet’s wedding.

“I'll only stay until your marriage is official, and then I'll go home to New Jersey.” Nixon sips at his whiskey, determined to keep somewhat sober the night before his friend’s wedding.

Sweet Babe offers, “I can travel with you, Nix.”

The usually mischievous smile on Nixon’s face melts into a sincere one. “No, that won’t be necessary. Especially right after you get married! It’d be like showing a child his shiny, new coat and then not letting him wear it. I'll make Bill come with me; his jokes can keep me company.”

Said joker clears his throat and puts his drink down, on a coaster! “Gentlemen, I’m not the same man I used to be.”

Wilson’s bushy eyebrows furrow as he scrutinises Bill. “I agree. You seem more serious.”

The youngest in the room sips to hide his laughter, “I sure hope it means he's in love.”

“There's no way in hell! Bill doesn't have a heart to love with. If he looks serious, then he needs money.” Nixon teases.

Bill’s jaw works overtime as he struggles to come up with a reply. “I- I have a toothache.”

The other men laugh, their cackles growing louder when Nixon quips, “Are you this depressed over a toothache? Just pull the tooth.”

The short man grumbles, picking his drink back up. “Everyone’s a goddamn doctor except the person actually sick.”

Babe places his drink, not on a coaster. Bill moves it so it is. His redheaded companion snorts as he watches the movement. “I still say he's in love. All his symptoms point to it.”

“Certainly. I mean Bill's peach fuzz is gone.” Wilson begins talking like the man isn’t in the room.

“And he's covered himself in perfume.” Nixon mimes putting on cologne.

“And when has he ever been in the habit of washing his face?” Babe plays along, slapping his own cheeks in an imitation of splashing water.

“All this talk won't cure a toothache.” Bill snaps then gestures to your uncle, “Walk with me a while. I have something I gotta talk with you about, and I don't want these idiots to hear.”

As the two men leave, Johnson nods in greeting and enters the parlour.

“Good evening!” Johnson grins, shaking the seated men’s hands.

The two return the favour and invite the slimeball to sit in front of them.

“I'd like to speak with you both. If that’s alright.”

“What's the matter?” Nixon asks, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

Johnson makes a show of looking over his shoulders before leaning closer, “I came here to tell you, and, without any unnecessary details your lady is unfaithful.”

“Who, Violet? Unfaithful?” Babe’s freckles stand sharper against his paling skin. He turns to his friend for support, “Can this be so?”

Nixon keeps his eye on Johnson, “I refuse to believe it.”

Johnson grimaces, insincerely expressing sympathy. “If you follow me, I'll show you proof. Once you've seen and heard that proof, you can act accordingly.”

Babe nods seriously, heart pounding in his chest. “If I see anything tonight that convinces me not to marry her, then tomorrow I'll shame her in front of the same congregation where I would have married her.”

Nixon sighs through his nose, “Since I vouched for her with her father, I will join you in disgracing her.”

Johnson expertly hides his excitement over the strife he’s created. “Come. See for yourself.”

They all exit the parlour, sneaking up to Violet’s bedroom. The door is cracked slightly so Johnson pushes Babe forward.

All the redhead can see is a woman… riding a man who’s not him. She looks remarkably like his Violet, and she cries out in pleasure. When the man beneath shouts “Violet!” in ecstasy, Babe stumbles back into his friend Nixon.

The taller man wraps an arm around the heartbroken man. He nods a grave thanks to the man he’d previously mistrusted and leads his young friend away.

Johnson watches as the young woman clambers off the bed, red faced and angry as her bed partner smirks.

She storms out and bumps into Johnson, her angry flush instantly turning into white-faced shame.

Violet twirls around in her pure white dress, stopping only so Zenie can nestle the veil into her bed of curls.

The two women pause in the mirror, Zenie wrapping her arms around her friend from behind. “I think the other veil looks better.” She teases.

“Oh shush, I'll wear this one.”

“I swear it's not as good as the other one, and I bet your cousin will say the same.”

“I'll wear this one and no other.” Violet pulls away, taking the veil off to lay it on the bed. “It makes me feel lighter than air, which I’ll need, for my heart is heavy.”

Zenie sputters, “It will be even heavier soon, with the weight of a man on top of you.”

“Zenie!” The young bride pokes at her friend’s ribs, “Aren't you ashamed?”

“Of what, Vi? Is there any harm in saying that your husband will lie on top of you? No, don’t answer. I’ll ask Y/N.”

You enter the room as if on cue, big sunglasses over your eyes and your hair still wrapped in silk.

“Good morning, cousin.” Violet and Zenie share a soft giggle at your appearance.

“Good morning, sweet Violet, Zenie.” You flop face first onto the bed.

“What’s going on? You sound sick.” Your cousin sits next to your head, rubbing your back gently.

“It's the only way I can sound, I think.” You turn around with a gasp. “It's almost five o'clock, you should be getting ready!”

Zenie giggles and gestures to you still in your sleepwear, while Violet only needs to put on her shoes and she’s ready to run down the aisle.

“What are you implying, Zenie?” You exaggerate your movements, gesturing to her like she did to you.

“Nothing!” She smiles knowingly, “Perhaps you think that I think you're lovesick.” When you fake-gag, she continues, “You know Sergeant Guarnere was like you once. He swore that he would never marry. But now, despite all that yammering, he yearns for love.”

“Why are you talking so quickly? It makes my head spin.” You groan, flopping back again.

“I'm not speaking untruthfully.” Zenie smiles then opens the door when someone knocks.

Margaret enters, looking a little ill herself.

“Everyone’s almost ready at the church.” She announces before almost running from the room.

“Let me help you get dressed, cousin. Zenie, we need mimosas please.”

Despite being absurdly hungover, you’ve never been happier. Seeing Violet’s giddiness as she stands next to her fiancé brings you great joy.

The Reverend begins. “Edward Heffron, have you come here to marry this woman, Violet Wilson?”

“No.” The redhead’s response sends a bolt of anxiety down your spine.

“He means he's here to be married to her. Reverend, you're the one who's come to marry her.” Your uncle tries to smooth things over.

The reverend gives the governor a side-eye. “Violet Wilson, do you come to be married to his man, Edward Heffron?”

She sneaks a look to her fiancé and nods. “I do.”

“If anyone here knows of any reason why these two should not be married, now is the time to speak.” The reverend looks around the room. It remains silent until Babe speaks again.

“Do you know of any, Violet?”

The sweet girl frowns, “None.”

“Do you know of any, Private Heffron?” The reverend clasps his hands before him.

Babe turns to your uncle, and you begin to surreptitiously make your way to Violet’s side. “Governor Wilson, you’ve given me your daughter’s hand freely, correct?”

“As freely, son, as God gave her to me.” Your uncle smiles proudly at his daughter, who grows increasingly confused.

“What could I possibly give you in return for this precious gift?” Babe grabs Violet’s arm and pulls her close.

Captain Nixon stands, “Nothing, unless you give her back.” The congregation gasps.

Babe gets a sad, almost dead expression on his face and throws Violet towards her father. “There, good Governor! Take your daughter back again! See how she blushes! But she is a liar! Her blush is from guilt, not modesty.”

Violet begins to sob. Your uncle holds her protectively. “What are you talking about?”

Babe raises his voice, and you can see Bill out of the corner of your eye. He steps close to you, shaking his head to stop you from intervening.

“I mean I refuse to marry an unfaithful bride.” He chuckles despondently, “I know what you will say: if I slept with her, our marriage would prevent any scandal. No, sir, all I offered your daughter was bashful sincerity and modest love.”

Violet’s rageful tears coat her voice, “And have I ever showed anything else to you?”

“Stop lying!” Babe steps forward in anger. Captain Nixon moves in front of him, trying to keep him calm.

Babe nods to let his friend know to step away. “Let me just ask your daughter one question. You are her father, tell me that she speaks truthfully.”

Your uncle nods. “She will be truthful.”

“What kind of interrogation is this?” Violet looks between her love and her father.

Captain Nixon acts as the good cop. “We want you to answer to your name and show who you truly are.”

“I’m named for the flower, is that not enough for you?”

Babe spits his words at Violet, “’Faithfulness and modesty.’ All lies! Who were you with last night?”

Violet shows some relief. Surely, he will believe her when she explains herself. “With no-one, Babe.”

Captain Nixon claps Governor Wilson on the shoulder, “I'm sorry you must hear this, my friend. But I, Lieutenant Johnson, and Babe saw and heard Violet last night with a man.”

“We saw you, you liar! You adulteress!” Babe points an accusing finger at Violet.

Violet’s breath grows quicker, more panicked. Her eyes roll back in her head, and you run forward to catch her. You and Bill lay her head in your lap.

Lieutenant Johnson steps out from the crowd. “Come, let’s go. She’s fainted from guilt. These secrets being brought to light have overwhelmed her.”

You tap her cheeks to wake her. She doesn’t stir. You hold a finger under her nose and feel no breath puffing against it. “I think she’s dying!” You panic and cry to the congregation.

They all ignore you, following the three men from the chapel.

“What’s wrong?” Bill crouches down as you shake your cousin.

“I think she’s dying.”

Your uncle storms over to you all, “I should hope she is!”

Bill stands up, holding your furious uncle back.

Violet stirs, looking up at you with bleary, tear-filled eyes.

“No, Violet! Don’t open your eyes. If I didn't think that you were about to die from your shame, then I would condemn you and kill you myself!” Your uncle fights against Bill’s hold.

“Sir, sir, calm down. Just listen to what she has to say.” Bill soothes him.

“I swear, uncle, my cousin has been slandered!” You reach for your uncle also trying to soothe him.

“Would those men lie? Would Babe – who loved her so much that just listing her crime made him weep – lie?”

The reverend clears his throat. “Hear me for a moment. I've only kept silent this long, and let these events unfold as they did, because I've been watching Violet carefully. I’ve seen thousands of young brides blush as she has. Call me a fool if you want, but I believe in her innocence as I believed in theirs. I also noticed a young woman, who looked much like your daughter run from the pews in tears.”

The gears turn in your head as your uncle turns his temper on the reverend, “This cannot be. Why are you trying to excuse her crimes?”

Reverend Frank helps your cousin from the ground gently, “Who is it you're accused of meeting with?”

Violet holds his gaze. “Ask the ones who accuse me. I don't know.” She turns to your uncle and grabs his hands in hers. “Oh father, if you can prove that I was indecent with any man last night, then hate me all you wish!”

The sincerity in her eyes placates her father.

The reverend addresses your little group. “There must have been some strange misunderstanding.”

“It’s that asshole Johnson, I’m sure of it. Even at training, he loved to cause arguments between the men.” Bill asserts.

The gears have taken their time, but they work. “The young woman must be sweet Margaret, but I am certain she knew nothing of Johnson’s plot. She and Violet have often been mistaken for each other.”

“Now listen Governor Wilson. Those men have left your daughter for what they thought was dead here. Hide her secretly in your house for a while and make it publicly known that she is dead. Keep up a show of mourning, perform all the usual burial rites.”

You, Bill, and your cousin share concerned glances, but your uncle entertains the idea. “What will this accomplish?”

The reverend lays out his prank, “Well, if we play our cards right, it will change her accusers’ minds to remorse. If we maintain that she died the instant she was accused, whoever hears this will mourn her, pity her, and excuse her. Young Babe will hear that Violet died because of his words, and if he ever truly felt love for her, he will mourn, and wish that he hadn't accused her. And if this plan doesn't work, you can send her away where she'll be out of reach of all insults.”

When you all stare at him with varying expressions of disbelief, the reverend shrugs, “Strange diseases require strange cures.”

Your uncle and Violet hug and he apologises profusely. The reverend continues discussing the plan with them as they leave you and Bill alone in the chapel.

“Have you been weeping this whole time?” Bill asks, brushing a tear from your cheek.

You sniff and pull away, “Yes, and I will cry for a little longer.”

Bill stays close to you, keeping eye contact. “I wish you wouldn't.”

“You have no reason to wish that. I do it willingly.”

“I do truly believe that Violet was wronged.”

You smile spitefully, “Ah, what I’d give to the man who made this right!”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“This is a man's job, but not a job for you.”

“There's nothing in the world I love as much as you. Isn't that strange?” He blurts the sentence out and watches you expectantly. You can only stare at him open-mouthed.

Eventually you stutter, “As strange as my own confusion. It would also be possible for me to say that there's nothing I love as much as you. But don't believe me when I say it and yet I'm not lying. I confess nothing, and I deny nothing.” You cover your face with your hands hoping to cool the flames of embarrassment.

He peels your hands away and stands so close you can feel his breath on your lips. His voice is the softest you’ve ever heard it. “I’ll swear to whatever I need to that you love me.”

“Don't swear. You might have to eat your words later.”

“I'll swear that you love me, and if any man says I don't love you, I'll make him eat my fist.”

“But you won't eat your words?”

“Not with any sauce that could be invented for them. I declare that I love you.”

“I love you with so much of my heart that none of it is left to protest my own declaration.”

“Ask me to do anything for you. So I can prove my love.”

“Kill Edward Heffron.” And the spell is broken.

Bill steps away and gives a sharp laugh, “Not for the whole wide world.”

Your heart shatters and the tears well again. “Then you’ve killed me by refusing.”

You begin to storm past him but he stops you with a gentle grip. “Wait, Y/N please.”

“I see now there is no true love in you. Please, let me go.” You rip your arm away.

“Y/N-“

“You claim to be my friend but you won't fight my enemies?”

“Since when is Babe your enemy?”

“Hasn't he proved to be the worst kind of villain by abusing and humiliating my cousin? Oh, if only I were a man! What, he just leads her on until the moment they were exchanging vows, and then with pure hatred-“ Your hands shake with anger, “Oh God, if only I were a man! I would rip out his heart and eat it in the marketplace.”

“Listen to me, Y/N-“

“Sleeping with a man with her bedroom door open! That's a likely story!”

“No, but Y/N-“

“Sweet Violet is ruined!”

“Y/N-“

“Oh, if only I were a man, I would deal with those scoundrels! Or even if I had a friend who would be a man for my sake!” You gesture angrily at Bill. “But I can't become a man by wishing, so I'll die as a woman, from grief.”

Bill grabs your hand in both of his. “Y/N just listen. I swear by this hand, I love you.”

Your eyebrows furrow as you plead with him, “Then use it for something other than swearing, and prove your love for me.”

“Do you really believe in your soul that Babe has wronged Violet?”

“Yes. As sure as I have a soul.”

“Then I will challenge him. Babe will pay for what he's done. Keep me in your thoughts and go comfort your cousin. I'll tell them that she is dead.” He kisses your hand once, twice, then strides purposefully out of the chapel.

Bill finds the men sitting in the study.

Nixon stands when he enters, reaching out to shake his hand. “Just the man we were looking for.”

“Hey Bill.” Babe says with a barely-there smile.

Bill just nods.

Nix and Babe share a confused look but invite Bill to sit.

“You just missed Governor Wilson.”

Babe laughs sardonically, “Thought the old man was gonna break my neck.”

“I came to find you both.” Bill replies, uncharacteristically serious.

“We've been looking everywhere for you too-“ Babe is interrupted by his friend.

“You alright Bill? You look a little pale.”

“Can I have a word with you?” The blonde meets Babe’s eyes.

“Why? Is this about Y/N?” The man’s red eyebrows waggle suggestively.

Bill squares up to his young friend, “I'm not joking around Babe. You've killed an innocent girl, and your punishment for killing her will be harsh.” Babe’s face drops. He looks to Nixon, who’s covered his mouth in shock. “Say something!”

Bill’s exclamation makes Babe jump. But he says nothing.

“Very well. I’ll see you later, boy. You know what I plan.” He turns to Nixon with a half-hearted salute. “Captain, Lieutenant Johnson has fled, leaving the two of you to face what happened to Violet. The three of you have killed a pure and innocent girl. Now you get to live with that.”

Bill exits the room with haste, determined not to let his friends see his tears.

For the first time in a while, the veterans are rendered silent. The reality of what happened sets in. They’d killed Violet. With their slander and cruelty.

Governor Wilson returns, disrupting their daze. He drags behind him, Conrad, who Lieutenant Johnson must have left behind.

“This man says he killed Violet. He claims he planned this whole thing, even Margaret’s involvement.” The old man shows some surprising strength, shoving Conrad forward into the room.

Conrad cowers before Captain Nixon. “Yes, I acted alone. Margaret didn't know what she was doing when she spoke to me. All I've ever heard about her is that she is honest and virtuous.”

“No, no, boy, you weren't the only one.” Wilson points to both Babe and Captain Nixon. “Here stand a pair of ‘honourable men’ who also had a hand in this crime. I thank you, men, for my daughter's death. Record it in the list of your great achievements.”

Babe’s face crumples as he begins to cry. “Sir, I don’t know how I can ever atone for what I’ve done. I’m so sorry.”

Captain Nixon nods solemnly. “If… Is there anything we can do?”

“You cannot bring my daughter back, but you can clear her name. Both of you. If she meant anything to you, Heffron, write her an epitaph.” The old man seems to get an idea. “Since we’ve prepared the festivities for a wedding, it must go ahead. I have a niece who is the spitting image of sweet Violet. Give her what you should have given her cousin and we will leave it there.”

All Babe can do is nod his agreement, face so red and stained with tears he can hardly see.

“Farewell until then.” Wilson drags Conrad back out with them.”

Nixon takes the blubbering redhead in his arms.

“I'll mourn for Violet tonight.” He cries.

The two men don’t dare enter the mausoleum where Violet eternally rests. They leave their epitaph at the door.

‘Here lies Violet,

A flower wilted by slanderous tongues.’

Bill paces anxiously on the patio the next morning. The door behind him opens gently and you walk toward him, equally awkward.

“Sweet Y/N, did you come because I called you?”

“Yes, sir,” you salute teasingly, “and I'll leave when you command.”

“Oh, stay until then!”

“Well, you've said ‘then.’ So farewell. But before I go, let me get what I came for – what happened between you and Babe?”

“Babe knows what he has to do. What’s coming to him. Now, please tell me, which of my bad qualities did you first fall in love with?” Bill steps closer with a cheeky smirk.

“With all of them together, I suppose.” You step even closer, your chests almost touching. “Which of my good qualities first made you suffer love for me?”

“Suffer love! That’s a good way to put it. Yeah, I guess I do suffer love, I love you against my will.” He teases, wrapping an arm around your waist. “How is your cousin?”

You sigh through your nose, “She's very heartsick.”

“And how are you doing?”

Your eyes move from his eyes to his lips and back up. “I'm sick, too.”

Margaret slams the doors open, ignoring your precarious position. Even if you wanted to, Bill doesn’t let you go.

“Y/N, you gotta to your uncle's study. It's been proved that our Violet was falsely accused, the Captain and Babe were greatly deceived, and Lieutenant Johnson is responsible for everything.” Margaret smiles for the first time in days and runs back inside.

“Let’s go!” Bill gestures for you both to follow your dear friend.

The reverend stands at the altar, smug expression on his face. Governor Wilson and Bill join him. “Didn't I tell you that she was innocent?”

Wilson exhales sharply, “I’m just glad that things have turned out so well.”

Bill nods, “So am I, otherwise I’d be fighting with Babe right now. But before we begin, can I ask you to do something for me please?”

“And what would that be, sir?”

Bill looks to Governor Wilson, “The truth is your niece seems to really like me. And I think I might love her.”

“I should hope all our efforts weren’t in vain.”

“Huh?” Bill frowns, face scrunching. “Anyway, what I want – what I want is your blessing, so your niece and I can be married today too.” He flicks his gaze between the reverend and the governor. Both agree wholeheartedly, congratulating him.

Nixon and Babe walk up, still a little worse for wear after the emotion of the previous night.

“Ready?” The governor asks them, not actually caring for their response.

When they nod, he claps and everyone disperses to their seats. Four women dressed in black veils enter, walking down the aisle slowly.

“Which is the lady I'm going to marry?” Babe leans over to whisper in Wilson’s ear. The old grump gestures to her and she steps forward. “Sweet one, let me see your face before we marry.”

The woman lifts her veil and Babe stumbles back in horror. A ghost!

“Violet! But you were dead!”

She steps forward and grabs his hands in her own. “I was only dead while my slander lived, dear Babe. When I knew you had forgiven me and yourself for what happened, I knew I had to reappear to you.”

The couple embraces, Babe still a little in shock and Violet in a daze of happiness.

When Nixon gives him a bewildered look, the Reverend raises his hands to address the congregation, “I can explain all these surprises. After the wedding ceremony is over, I'll tell you in full detail about this little scheme. In the meantime, let's accept these events as natural, and marry these young lovers.”

Babe and Violet stay wrapped around each other, unwilling to part after this whole saga.

“Just a moment, Reverend.” Bill steps in, looking at the other three veiled women. “Which one of you is Y/N?”

“I answer to that name. What do you want?” You rip your veil completely off your head.

“Do you love me?”

You move toward him like you’re going to shush him. “No, not at all.”

Bill scoffs, “Why then, your uncle, Nix, and Babe have been lied to. They swore you did.”

You turn your nose up, “Do you love me?”

“No not at all.”

“Then, my cousin, Margaret, and Zenie have been deceived, for they swore you did.”

Babe smirks down at Violet and pulls a piece of paper from his pocket, “I'll swear that he loves her. Here's a letter in his handwriting, dedicated to Y/N.” He blocks Bill from snatching the paper and gives it to you. You poke your tongue out and tauntingly wave it in Bill’s face.

“And here's another, stolen from my cousin's pocket, written in her handwriting, full of her affection for Bill.” Violet stumbles as you cling to her, desperately trying to destroy all evidence. She successfully hands a piece of paper to Bill who pulls a face at your expense.

You both feverishly read what the other has written. It’s actually rather sweet. You look back up and meet each other’s eyes.

Bill smirks and teases you, “Come, I'll take you then, but I'm only doing it out of pity.”

You step closer and smile in return, “I won't refuse you. But, to be clear, I'm only doing this because everyone persuaded me-“

“Shut up!” Bill plants his hands on your cheeks and kisses you firmly. There is tremendous cheering not only from your friends and family, but the entire congregation.

When you pull back, all you can see is your love. Who’d have thought? Y/N Guarnere has quite the ring to it.

#band of brothers x reader #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers fanfiction #bill guarnere x reader

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captaintrissy · 3 years

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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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liebegott · 4 years

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Our Secret. | Babe Heffron

as requested by @order-of-river-phoenix

(click here to read on wattpad)

feel free to send me a request!

pairing: heffron x reader

wc: 1.2k

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

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

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

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

***

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."

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miraclealignersv · 4 years

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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.

Le Taglist: @gottapenny @wexhappyxfew @bandofmarvels @medievalfangirl @starryrevelations @itisjustmethistime @snafus-peckuh @etainlord @warmommy

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.”

#band of brothers #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers x reader #babe heffron x reader #babe heffron imagine #Edward Heffron #edward heffron x reader #edward heffron imagine

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hbostolemysoul · 5 years

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Band of Brothers fluff alphabet: Babe (only the Nuns call me Edward) Heffron

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Babe had heard about the female medic of Easy company before he was assigned to the company, hell all the replacements had. A few of the guys had joked about how you were probably some brutish looking broad that must have passed as a dude for the brass to let you in.

But by gods were they horribly wrong. You were anything but brutish. Hell, if that was what brutish looked like then Babe had a new type.

Babe thinks everything about you is beautiful, but the thing he likes most is when you smile. It’s a rare occurrence, but he swears his heart skips when he see’s the subtle curl of your lips. He figures the lack of smiling comes with being a medic, Roe and Spina don’t seem to smile too much either. Babe had recruited Julian in his mission to make you smile. Their attempts were usually met with a steely glare as you patched one of the two up after they did something stupid. It took a long while, but over time their bickering wore you down. Not enough to get a full-on smile, but that slight quirk your mouth made was more than worth it.

Heffron had flown mostly under your radar the first week or so he was there, not that you ignored them or anything, as a medic it was always important to be aware of the men in your company (after all the replacements usually had full med kit’s 😉).

You didn’t really notice Babe specifically until Guarnere had taken him under his wing. It was both kind of cute, and strangely out of character for ‘Wild Bill’. When you took a minute to actually ‘take in’ Heffron, he reminded you of a baby deer. Bright-eyed, gangly, and so eager to be accepted. He had a thick Philly accent, which you surmised, it why Bill took to him so fast. Listening to them laugh together was kind of entertaining. All the Philly guys had strange laughs. You decided that out of all of them Heffron’s laugh was your favourite.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Babies are one of the last things on Babe’s mind during the war. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t want them, but he still has a bit of growing up to do. Which is something you are more than aware of. Try as he might to seem like a big manly man, he still has moments where he is this lost kid in the middle of a giant war.

It takes you two a few years of being in the states before the topic of kids becomes a bit more than a conversation. Old Gonorrhea already had a few kids, and he and Babe were still ridiculously close, which meant you two often ended up babysitting. It was during one such night of trying to keep the Guarnere children from killing themselves that it just kind of hit him. The three oldest had been launching themselves off various tall surfaces and onto Babes back, you stood in the doorway holding the youngest. It honestly took his breath away. You had somehow managed to get the little one to doze off (a miracle in its own right) the baby’s head was resting against your shoulder, a lock of your soft hair clutched in their tiny fist. You just smiled tiredly at him.

It was a strange moment for Babe. You two often joked that being around Bill’s kids was kind of like being around living birth control. But for whatever reason, he decided that he wanted to have this with you someday, someday sooner than he initially expected.

He brought it up seemingly out of the blue while you were driving home. His face flushed almost as red as his hair, you just quirked an eyebrow at him as an amused smile made its way onto your lips. He of course started to babble in typical Heffron fashion,

“Course our kids ain’t gonna be leaping off furniture like they’re jumpin’ into damned Europe…and we ain’t gonna have five of them…wait, do you want five? We can have five if you wa…” you just laugh and place your hand over his,

“Five is a bit much, why don’t we start with one and see how that goes?”,

He just stares at you, mouth agape before nodding,

“Y-yeah…one, one sounds good…for now! I mean if you want more we can have mor-“,

You quickly pull him into a kiss, laughing a bit you just roll your eyes.

You two end of having a little girl, temperament about as fiery as her fathers hair. It's funny listening to him grumble to her about the state of her diapers, but she puts him in his place, giving just as good as she gets. You can’t imagine what its going to be like once she has actual words to throw back. Listening to them squawk at each other is pretty comical.

You both made Bill her godfather, and as much as he grumbled about having “another god damn kid to look after. Jesus Frannie just kill me”, Bill adores her. They have this special bond, you have a feeling that he is the person she is going to call when she gets into trouble. And knowing “Old Gonorrhea” he is going to be there to bail her out every time.

Fast foreword 17 years to Bill and Babe trying to get your inebriated daughter into your house at three am without you noticing.

“Christ Bill, shoulda never let you talk me into this”,

“Ahh quit your bitchin’ and take her arm. Only so much movin’ a man with one leg can do”

“Oh don’t pull that one leg crap with me, you know wh-“,

SURPRISE you were waiting to flick the lights on the moment they all stumbled into the kitchen. Their wide eyes and guilty expressions brought you back to the shenanigans they used to get into back in England. It was almost enough for you to let it slide…key word being almost.

Your daughter just grinned up at you,

“Hiiii mommm” she giggled, you just sighed,

“Hi baby, lets get you to bed”, you took hold of your daughter and steered her into her room.

Bill and Babe visibly deflated, sharing victorious grins with each other, which quickly came to an end when a slipper (yours) was aggressively, and accurately thrown at Babes head. Much to Bill’s surprise a small teddy bear came fling at him next, your youngest glaring out of her bedroom door. Bill made a note not to mess with the Heffron women after midnight…

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Heffron has no concept of personal space while asleep. He could fall asleep on the other end of the bed while upside down, and he would still find his way half on top of you before the morning. You thought you would be more annoyed by it, but its kind of endearing. Well until you daughter is old enough to climb into bed with you two. With her and Babe in bed there is no escape, you have learned to make sure to use the washroom right before climbing into bed for the night, because once they are both asleep there is no moving until morning.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Babe was still a kid when he left home, so a lot of his favourite places were too “immature”, or so he thought. He took you out to nice places, dancing and to the movies. It was nice, but one night on your way home you passed by a park close to home. Babe had mentioned that he used to play there with his siblings when he was younger. You took his hand and led him into the park, taking a seat on one of the swings you just looked at him expectantly and gestured towards the swing next to yours. That became your place.

E = Everything (You are my __ (e.g. my life, my world…))

“You are the most intimidating, beautiful woman I have ever met…Wait that sounds bad, I don’t mean intimidating in a bad way, like you are scary sometimes, but I love you for it…wait that sounds worse, oh man I never know when to shut my dumb mouth…”

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

He was like a puppy in love when he first saw you. Following you around everywhere, it was both cute and annoying. Over time that puppy crush of his turned into something more. Everything became a bit more real for him after Julian died. Doc had been checking up on him more frequently, and so had you. It started with you just stopping and asking how he was, leaving chocolate for him. It was always worse when he was alone, being the observant individual you were, you brought it up to Doc. The both of you had started to spend your nights with Babe whenever possible. Doc had come to relieve you one night, only to find you and Heffron curled up together asleep, and an annoyed Bill rolling his eyes and huffing about “puppy love, Christ”. Roe and Bill just looked at the two of you, something softening in both their eyes. Doc always managed to be ‘busy’ when if came to baby-sitting Heffron after that.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Baby deer. Unsure little foal, so eager to please and do things right but he is wobbly and unsure of himself. If he ever hurts you it is accidental, and chances are he hurt himself too. The amount of times he has accidentally slammed his forehead into yours while trying to kiss you is kind of embarrassing.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

He didn’t get to do it much during the war, its not that you weren’t willing. It just seemed like every time an opportunity came up someone would start hollering for a medic shortly after.

Once you two are back stateside he holds your hand every opportunity he gets. Fingers always intertwined with yours.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

He was head over heels for you immediately.

You thought he was this awkward, yet cute kid from Philly.

Somehow that kid turned into the man that stole your heart.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Yes, but he is usually subtle about it…at first. Babe loves you, a lot. He also trusts you. There some sleaze bags around though, and he is not afraid to speak up if they can’t take a hint.

That all being said Lord help any man who looks at you or Frannie while you four are out together…it’s a good thing you know how to patch up busted noses and bruised knuckles.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

He did. Well…kind of.

You had been in the medical tent with Roe, taking inventory of your long overdue resupply. Roe saw him enter and shot you a knowing look before making himself scarce. You rolled your eyes and shot a tight-lipped smile at Heffron. Taking his helmet off he started to fiddle with it as he asked you if you needed help with anything. As fate would have it you needed help rolling the bandages Roe had oh so conveniently abandoned.

The two of you worked alongside each other in silence. It was a comfortable silence though. After the task was done you looked up and thanked him, he just nodded and went to make his way out of the tent. He changed his mind half way there and doubled back, pulled you forward into what you guessed was supposed to be a kiss. Instead of lips meeting, his forehead crashed into yours.

“Oh man, oh shit, are you okay?” poor Babe looked absolutely mortified.

You just laughed and shook your head, you tried looking up at him, but he wouldn’t meet your eyes. With a gentle sigh, you grabbed his collar and pulled him down until his lips were almost touching yours,

“Why don’t we try that again?”, your smile was teasing, but your eyes were gentle.

He just nodded and let you lead.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

You do. It was near the end of the war and Babe was trying to ask you if you would come home with him to meet is family. Or at least that is what you think the poor guy was trying to say. He went off on this panic induced tangent, and while it was entertaining you decided to put him out of his misery. Placing a finger against his lips he quickly shut up, swallowing nervously.

“I would very much like to meet the people who raised the man that I love”, he smiled and quickly began rambling about how he was worried you wouldn’t want to come home with him, until his brain finally processed what you said in its entirety.

“Wait, you love me?” the goofy, love sick grin on his face made the moment all the more special.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

In Babes mind every single memory he has shared with you is a blessing, and he hasn’t taken a single moment for granted. Although there was something particularly special about the way you seemed to glow as you walked down the aisle.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Yes, on his way home he will sometimes stop at one of the various stands to pick up your favourite chocolate bar. You two with share it as you curl up on the couch at the end of the day, swapping stories.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

You are like sunlight, and yes he is aware that isn’t a specific colour. But its true, in his eyes you are the sun.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

You call him Babe…even if you resisted at first (Medics don’t use nicknames damnit)

He calls you Baby, seems cliché but it just came naturally. You don’t really mind.

Bill on the other hand had a FIELD DAY making fun of him “Babe and Baby HEH”.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

He has this old prison key that his dad used when he worked in the jails. It doesn’t open anything; the cell locks were changed over a decade ago. But sometimes when he is feeling anxious he will just sit down and fiddle with it while he talks with you.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Darts. When you two first moved in together you rigged up this janky dart board in your living room. Its how you two spent the time when you were a bit strapped for cash while you waited for you backpay from the war to come in.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

He just likes to hold you. Being home, and so close to Julian’s family is really hard for Babe at times. In these moments you know not to push him, he always talks when he is ready, you just make sure that he knows you are there for him.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Babe is kind of like Luz in the respect that he can literally talk about anything. Some of the tangents he goes on are pretty entertaining.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

He likes it when you read to him, or talk, or sing, or anything where he can hear your voice. Something about it helps to soothe him.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Oh man he wears his wedding band like a fucking war medal. He is beyond proud that he gets to come home to you every single day, and his isn’t afraid to show it.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He proposes in the park where you two often find yourselves at night. He had this big speech planned out, and as he pulls the box out of his pocket the ring falls out and into the sand. You both spend the next 10 minutes digging around until you find it. Smiling up at him you hand the ring back, he looks crushed. You try to hide your laugh,

“Ask me again Babe”,

and he does.

Your wedding is a fairly large event. With Guarnere as his best man you should have figured everyone you ever met would be at your wedding, including a majority of Easy.

(Talbert caught the bouquet. He looked mortified. It was awesome.)

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Favourite Record – Fall out Boy

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Oh yes. He had the proposal all planned out, and much like his first time trying to kiss you, things went to shit. But hey, you said yes…so it wasn’t so bad after all.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Your children were adamant about getting a turtle. Babe hates reptile’s, but he sucked it up for your children. Turns out the turtle is an asshole who always hides in the corner of his tank, you and Babe refer to it as “Dike” under your breath.

*I. Had. Way. Too. Much. Fun. Writing. This*

**ALSO while doing some research on Babe I found out that Guarnere was actually the godfather of his daughter**

***Also Also, these keep getting longer and longer. I don’t know how to stop. Send help pls.***

#band of brothers #band of brothers x reader #babe heffron #edward heffron #only the nuns call me edward #babe heffron x reader #edward heffron x reader #easy company #hbo war

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auroralightsthesky · 3 years

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

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

Joe Liebgott

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

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

Even the German POWs you guys had taken were scared shitless

Joe took care of you for most of the night

But there were nights where he hardly slept at all

But as you got better so did he

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

David Webster

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

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

The entire way to Hagenau he kept you in a blanket

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

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

Babe Heffron

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

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

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

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

You shook really, really bad

But the minute Babe held your hand it stopped

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

And he was just glad you were safe

Because you meant the world to him

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

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nonstoplover · 3 years

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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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ourmiraclealigner · 4 years

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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.”

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musicnoots · 4 years

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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.

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“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.”

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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.

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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.

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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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