#babe heffron x doc roe

[yourspeirs]

[cirr0stratus]

I don’t want to talk about it though, since I don’t get anything out of it and nothing in the world can console me.

[stanshika]

baberoe: text posts !! (3/3)

saved the best for last !! how i adore baberoe !!

part one | part two

[bellewintersroe]

Easy Boys x Reader - Smut

Smutty smut - how the sex goes down after months of not being able to touch one another, 18+ content below the cut - like pure filth so be warned.

Babe Heffron:

“Babe.” You’d be grinding on top of him, the two of you attempting to keep quiet as you move your hips back and forth on top of him. You’d be red in the cheeks, the warmest you’d felt in months, completely naked in the small bedroom you’d escaped to in Haguenau. Babe would swallow harshly, hands digging into your hips as he focuses on not cumming so quickly but he’s so captivated by the way your body moves against his, the way your face is confronted in pleasure and the way your tits would bounce with every movement.

Your back would be arched and you’re feeling like you’re ready to hit your peak until somebody bangs harshly on the door. “What the hell are you two doing in there?!”

Babe would shoot up, pulling your body below his protectively, with a harsh shout of, “nothin’! Go away!” At first he’d be a little disgruntled that your first love making session after months would be interrupted. “You’re doin’ nothin’?!” One of the other men would call out, not sounding so sure and you’d make eye contact and begin giggling before shushing each other.

“Yeah, nothin’! Just fuck off!” He called out again before looking down to you and kissing you deeply. “Just make sure you wrap it, Babe!”

Ron Speirs:

Dirty, dirty, pent up tension sex in his office after waiting for so fucking long. He’d have you bent over his table, your hands gripping onto anything they could find as he’d hold you by the hips and thighs, pulling your body into his with every single thrust of his hips.

It would be the kind of sex where you can’t walk properly for days after, like it’s sinful but you have to say quiet. Ron has his tie wrapped around your mouth, gagging you as he mutters praises every now and then.

“Missed you so much, sweetheart.”

“You’re even tighter than I remember.”

“God, I love this pussy.”

Ron is such a dom, and the two of you would get soooo carried away with how rough and lustful the sex gets. When you’re laid back over his desk and he’s on top of you he doesn’t give two shits about swiping everything onto the floor. After, when both of you are dishevelled and relieved it takes a whole long time to tidy up the mess you both make.

Joe Liebgott:

The two of you are friends until things bubble over during the party in Eindhoven. One minute you’re talking about how the neither has got any for months and then next thing you know you’re making out as needy and desperate as anything. The underlying sexual tension finally bubbles over and Joe is groping at your titties as you lay back on the table in some random house and he fucks you stood up.

The two of you don’t really speak, but considering how loud the festivities and party goers are outside you can be as loud as you want resulting in some pretty noisy, energetic sex. I wouldn’t necessarily call it rough, but it’s quick, his thrusts are erratic and you’re bouncing like crazy on top of him. Joe’s super cautious however, like he’d deffo check several times that you’re sure, especially as you’re friends- you’d deffo forget to use a condom and after the sex it sure does make for some awkward meetings later on.

Gene Roe:

Listen, cos you’re a nurse and he’s a medic you probs get the opportunity to be together alot more than you would in any other position. But just because you’re together doesn’t mean you’re alone, you’ve both tried for months to get some time alone, behind the closed curtains in the aid station, outside behind a bombed out building- hell you’d even sought each other out in a foxhole sometimes.

But nothing went past making out and touching over the clothes, that was until now. You’d finally got back to England and the house he was billeted in was empty for the night meaning you two were left to it on a rickety single bed. Did either of you care? No. The two of you would spend hours exploring one another’s body’s again, kissing, biting, sucking. Gene would have his head between for legs for hours if he could, and when he’d on top, fucking into you he’s already warning you he can’t last for long. Poor Gene would probs finish so fast but he’d go for another round, huffing and puffing past how sensitive his cock was because he knows it makes you feel so good.

Joe Toye:

“Fucking finally.” He’d mutter as soon as he was inside of you. His hips would move slowly, exhaling as he throws his sling onto the aid station cot behind him. “Joe.” You’d warn quietly. It’s super late in the aid station, Joe’s messed his arm up and the only perk of being at the aid station is that he gets to see you. After a heated exchange you find an empty space and the two of you give into your temptations.

It’s slow and sensual, you both have to be extra fucking quiet but Joe’s kissing up and down your spine when he takes you from behind, muffling your breaths with his hand and spilling his cum all over your ass, feeling like he could bust all over again at the sight of his seed dripping over your sweet pussy.

“Just 10 more minutes, huh, sugar?”

Lewis Nixon:

After you both go through breakups towards the end of the war, neither of you have had sex for a good year. The two of you would be drunk and comforting one another and one thing leads to another and soon you’re writhing beneath him, moaning out ‘sir’ as he’s bucking into you. Ugh and it’s so good, so lustful and dirty, you both have so much pent up emotion that’s released during the sex and afterwards the two of you kinda look each other like, ‘holy fuck that was good, did we actually just do that?’

Lewis deffo shares a cigarette with you after.

Floyd Talbert:

“C’mere, doll.” He’d hush pulling you into some kind of shed, close enough to where everybody in the company were. He had you picked up, holding your thighs and ass up whilst he fucked you as quietly as possible. Neither of you cared about the impractical location, you were alone and Floyd was inside you. The two of you probably wouldn’t bother with a condom which ummm leads to a worrying few weeks after but it’s all chill.

Floyd would have you in every kinda position, on the floor, up against the wooden wall- only when the whole shed was shaking did he have to lay you down using his blazer as a barrier between you and the floor. Floyd would be all over you, squeezing, grabbing, kissing, even though it’s probably just a quickly he’d throw in a million different things, including foreplay just to touch all the bases.

[awaterfalls]

yep again!!

• matt is so beautiful 😍 I can't

• Ross pics gave me life

• once again, I love them

Part 6/??? (I believe)

[leckiestrikes]

this is going here bc i don’t like it so it doesn’t get to go on main but it’s a few scenes from this fic

[nightlysaint]

Based on @/stanshika’s baberoe thoughts

[barbeygirl]

[she-wolf09231982]

Chapter 6- Your Boys

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

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

German is identified with (g)

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

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

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

~~~~~~~ 

October 1944 

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

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

“Joe...”  

“Yeah?”  

“What happens now?” you ask. 

You each slightly pull away to look at eachother. 

“Whaddya mean?” he questioned. 

“This makes everything so much harder.”  

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

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

Joe cupped your face bringing his face level with yours. 

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

You nod, “Mmhm.”  

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

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

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

~~~~~~~ 

Outskirts of Bastogne, December 1944 

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

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

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

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

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

The German soldier froze, doing as he was directed. 

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

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

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

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

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

Nixon joined the conversation. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You each exchanged a weak smile. 

~~~~~~~ 

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

You run into Guarnere. 

“Hey, Y/L/N-” he began. 

“Bill, how’s that leg?” you ask him. 

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

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

You come upon another foxhole and find Liebgott with Alley.  

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

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

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

Alley passes his morphine to Liebgott to hand to you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Penkala!” Doc called out. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~~ 

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

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

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

“For you.” you insisted. 

Doc takes them from you still looking confused. 

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

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

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

~~~~~~~ 

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

“Hey, you guys ok?” you ask. 

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

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

“Home.” Toye responds without missing a beat. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jesus, what happened?”  

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

“What’s your size?” you ask him. 

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

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

~~~~~~~ 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You crawl up next to Randleman and Martin. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Julian!” Martin replied. 

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

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

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

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

“I can!” you pushed back. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Liebgott’s jaw clenched, “And?”  

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~~ 

Bastogne Christmas 1944 

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

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

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

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

Doc turned to him, “She’s awake.” 

“She’s awake?” Joe echoed. 

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

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

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

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

“Thanks, Doc.”  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Joe-” you began. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We are. I swear it.” you confirm. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Joe eyed you skeptically, then shook his head. 

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

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

~~~~~~~ 

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~~ 

[lord-grant]

fully and 100% truthfully inspired by this post!!

The first seafood boil for Babe.

After a few meetings with generals and other random people Babe forgot the ranks of, he ended up flying home with Eugene.

It took a bit to get used to the overly-hot weather in Louisiana. Roe advised not to layer too much if its a particularly hot day, heat strokes come faster than you think.

A few days in, Eugene’s family has a big dinner, tons of relatives and friends invited, including the new face; Edward “Babe” Heffron. A friend from war.

The duo sit down next to eachother, gloves and a napkin accompanying everyone at the foldable white tables in the backyard.

Babe stares at the items infront of him, insanely confused. What is this? It takes him a while to try and process things, before giving up and turning to his friend (or boyfriend, whatever you want!).

“‘Gene, why are there gloves?” He asked quietly, not wanting to seem offensive to the family if they did hear him— even if they were all laughing and talking loudly.

Eugene slowly turns to him, eyes a bit wide, and mouth filled with food. Shrimp, crawfish, and other sea-life stuffed into his hungry mouth, coated thoroughly with spicy seasonings and lemon juice. Different sauces and powders cover his lips, red-ish orange. Its everywhere. Some spread up his arms, the rest on his gloves. …so thats what they’re for?

[leckiestrikes]

i care them (the orange light in the kitchen. no shirts. god. i had to draw it)

[cirr0stratus]

couldn’t sleep without it

inspired by upstream by @oatflatwhite

[stanshika]

edward heffron + baberoe: text posts !! (2/3)

part one | part three

[bloodstainedsaint]

eugene roe x best friend + medic! reader hcs

word count: 900+

warnings: mentions of war (obv) but overall fluffy happy stuff :)

notes: this is really self-indulgent but i hope y'all enjoy it too

first of all, i feel like you're the only person that eugene would ever call by their nickname (at least before babe)

his nickname(s) for you would probably be based off your name or where you're from (if you're not also from louisiana), like “bluebonnet” for texas

your nickname(s) for him would be gene, bayou, or my favorite: genie

when you call him by his real name, that's how you know it's a serious matter

someone would ask: “why do you call doc roe genie?”

“‘cause he makes your wishes come true when he treats you”

if you're from louisiana, then that’s how you know him; otherwise, you guys met in the army, or thru my personal hc: you went to nursing school in louisiana and met him in a town there before the war started

being friends with eugene means that you’re either an extrovert or actually an introvert who is less soft-spoken than eugene and is therefore the more outgoing one between the two of you (bc someone has to be the talker and it's not going to be him)

when he gets mad at you (usually coming from a place of concern, like you were being too risky saving someone…or you didn't eat), he cusses at you/reprimands you in french, and if you don’t know french, then you’re just hearing angry french noises

will give you chocolate bars, a listening ear, and words of advice when you're feeling down (bc his love language is acts of service and quality time)

you’re there to calm him down whenever all his bottled up emotions are too much to suppress any further and he blows up, like with winters and welsh or when he returns from bastogne

you let him know that what he’s feeling is entirely valid and shouldn’t be swallowed down

he’d definitely go off at/death stare anyone messing with you, and you'd do the same for him (but everyone in the company loves y'all so i don't see this happening)

you’re the one who encourages him to talk to easy company’s men, because you know that you could lose them but you’re friends with them anyway and you want him to get close to them too

when eugene’s smiling, you’re smiling because you just want to see him happy

actually, he smiles the most around you, even if it's the fleeting kind

you, as you snuff out the cigarette he was smoking: “how do you smoke and you're a medic? that stuff kills you”

cue eugene hitting you with a slightly annoyed look (he does that a lot) (with love ofc)

when he comes back from the town of bastogne for the first time, you like to tease him about meeting renée

“someone finally understood your gibberish!” or “bayou, why does your face look red? usually you look sickly and pale”

bc that boy looks like a ghost in the ardennes

you’re cheerful when he makes a friend in babe heffron, because until then eugene was only sticking by you

during off-duty times where no one's actively in danger, the two of you are inseparable; where one goes the other is not far, and that goes for anywhere the company takes you

you guys shared a foxhole in bastogne before dike told you two to split up so the company didn’t lose two medics with one shelling

but before that you would huddle up with him for warmth, your head on his shoulder and his head resting on your head

sibling bond fr

from a distance, he smiles as he watches you interact and laugh with the easy guys until you pull him in so he could be part of the camaraderie too

when someone yells medic, one of you goes and the other stays if someone else gets hurt for max efficiency

when the two of you do work together, it's like you guys are in sync, hardly needing to use words to communicate what the other needs to do

you like to mess up his already spiky hair

you can tell when he’s feeling despondent, so you just sit there with him in silence, keeping him company with a few jokes or random stories here and there to get his mind off of things, seeing as he's not really one to vent

if you like someone in the company, trust that eugene is scrutinizing them, making sure that they’re a good match for you and that they’re going to treat you right

he’ll also warn you that having a crush in the military or being in a relationship during war could be dangerous; he has your best interests at heart, but you have to tell him that you know what you're getting into

he WILL tease you a little bit though

“want me to go injure (your crush’s name) so you can treat him?”

cue you smacking him with a “gene!”

he’s protective over you; he’ll stand slightly in front of you when shit starts going down, and if you’re close enough, he’ll check that you're okay first before going on to the rest of the men

you best believe that after the war, you guys are still the best of friends and will keep in touch and visit each other, even if your paths diverge

the rapport between fellow medics is unmatched, and that’s especially the case for you two <3

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Midnights

Pairings: Eugene Roe x f!reader Summary: Eugene and Y/n have been in love with each other since Toccoa. The pair final admit their feelings for each other and things get a little heated. Warnings: smut, sexual images, 18+, minors dni Disclaimer: any writing of Band of Brothers characters is strictly based of their fictional representation within the show and is meant as no disrespect to the real hero’s.

The beer was cool against Eugene’s lips as he raised the bottle, taking a long swig of the golden liquid. He watched the scene unfolding in front of him, as George Luz tried hopelessly to flirt with the poor barmaid who wasn’t the slightest bit interested. He’d been at it for the best part of an hour but he still hadn’t given up hope. Eugene and Babe Heffron gave up trying to help him, wanting to preserve what little dignity George still had left as the barmaid landed another wounding blow to his ego and resigned to a game of darts with Buck Compton and Joe Toye.

“The winner gets two packs of smokes?” Joe asked, twirling the dart delicately between his fingers, a smirk on his face.

“You’re on,” Babe replied, dragging Eugene with him who followed reluctantly, downing the rest of his beer before taking the darts from his friend and lining himself up with the board. “Go on Gene, show 'em what ya got.” Babe cheered, clapping his hands enthusiastically and causing a red tint to spread across Eugene’s cheeks. He threw the first two darts with ease, not letting the noise of the bar or the jeering from his comrades distract him. Before he threw the third dart, the door swung open letting in the cool evening breeze and sending a shiver down Eugene’s spine, a pleasant relief from the sticky sweat beneath his class A uniform. His dark eyes moved to the door where they met those of a certain female medic who was smiling jovially and waving at a group of his fellow Easy Company men. Eugene gulped, averting his eyes back to the darts board when he felt a hand appear on his shoulder. “Do I notice a blush on those cheeks, Eugene?” Buck whispered into his ear, causing Gene to duck away from him.

“No…got nothin’ to blush about…just warm in here,” Eugene tugged at the collar of his uniform, emphasising how warm he was.

“Sure thing, Doc,” Buck smirked at him as Eugene took his last turn before handing the darts off to Joe.

“Buck’s right you know,” Babe chimed in, following Eugene as he retreated to the bar. “You’ve just gotta talk to her, she’s a nice gal and if the way she’s been looking over here all night I reckon she feels the same way.”

Eugene leant forward, coughing frantically on the sip of beer he’d just taken.

“Christ Gene, don’t die on me,” Babe laughed, slapping the medics back playfully. Eugene gave Babe a stern glare causing the young paratrooper to put his hands up in mock surrender. “Just think about it.”

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As the evening drew on, Eugene found his senses dwindling from the alcohol he’d consumed. He’d somehow been drawn into a drinking game with Chuck and Floyd and could feel his brain begin to falter as he fumbled his way through the bar to a seat in the corner. Eugene's mind was swaying aimlessly when a familiar figure sat down beside him, equally wobbly from their alcohol intoxication.

“Hey Genie,” she blushed, running her hand through his dark locks causing him to freeze. “How’re you doing?” She mumbled, slumping down beside him.

“I… ’m okay… good…you?” Eugene gulped, glancing at Y/n as she grinned.

“I’m good but I’m even better now I’m here with you,” she grabbed ahold of his hands. “Do you want to get some air, it’s a little stuffy in here.” She bit her lip and batted her lashes. Eugene gulped again.

“Yeah, course…I’d…love to.”

Y/n grabbed hold of his hand, leading him between the crowds of paratroopers to the door, a few whistles and shouts of ‘go get her Gene’ followed them.

The cool air brushed Eugene’s face, bringing some relief from the stifling heat of the bar. Taking a deep breath and watching as the air left his lungs in a small puff into the night, he began to feel some relief.

“Eugene, I need to tell you something. I’ve wanted to tell you for a while and now that we’re going back into combat I need to tell you before it’s too late and I don’t get the chance,” Y/n rambled, reeling off the sentences in one breath without turning to face him. Eugene moved slowly, fearful of frightening the panicked woman who stood before him. They were facing each other but Y/n wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Y/n?” He squeezed her hands lightly causing her to look up, his eyes pleading with her.

“You don’t feel the same do you?” She asked, her bottom lip began to quiver and her eyes watery. The image broke Eugene’s heart and he quickly stepped forward pulling the young woman into his chest. Her shoulders shook a little and he rushed to comfort her. “Shhh mon amour, please don’tcha think that,” Eugene begged, pressing his lips firmly to her hairline in a desperate attempt to bring her some comfort.

“I have loved ya since I laid eyes on you, ain’t ya the most beautiful, strong and brave woman I ever seen,” this time it was Eugene’s turn to ramble. “I was just too afraid in case ya didn’t feel the same.”

Y/n looked up a little shell shocked from his confession. She’d never heard the Cajun man speak so plainly or so much that she wasn’t sure how to reply, instead she grabbed hold of his collar, pushing her lips to his. Eugene let out a small yelp of protest before he too cercumed to the kiss, winding his arms around her waist and holding her firmly against him.

When they pulled apart Y/n was smiling widely, “Do you maybe want to walk me to my billet?” She bit her lip, watching as the cogs of Eugene’s mind turned frantically.

“Y…yes,” he finally stuttered, taking hold of her arm and they began the short journey to the house where Y/n was staying.

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“We shouldn't be doin’ this,” Eugene groaned as she began placing hot, open-mouth kisses along his jugular, nipping at the sensitive flesh. “Y/n.” His hands gripped ahold of her hips, stopping any movement and causing Y/n to look up, her eyebrows furrowed as she watched him worriedly. Had she overstepped the line? Did he not want her? It had been pretty clear how he was feeling when he’d carried her up the stairs, stripping her of her clothes as they went. Y/n swiftly climbed off his lap, stepping away from him and straightening the nonexistent creases in her uniform shirt. “I'm sorry… Gene, I'm so sorry… I didn’t,” she began digressing, unable to meet his eyes as her lips ran wild, words tumbling from them at an embarrassingly rapid rate.

Eugene stood quickly, stepping over towards her and grasping hold of her hands, bringing them up to his lips and silencing her ramblings.

“It ain’t that at all, ma chérie, of course, I want ya. I've wanted ya for so long but I needa make sure ya want this too. I need to know how far ya wanna go with this because honestly,” he paused, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck awkwardly. “I don’t think I'll be able to stop myself once we’ve started. God, I'm weak.” Eugene slumped back down on the bed, running his hand over his face with a low groan, “It’s just that I’ve never felt this way before and I know it's wrong and we shouldn’t but I…” Gene was silenced by Y/n’s lips pressing firmly to his, her hand winding around his neck and into his hair as his hands came to rest upon her hips.

“I want this, Gene,” she breathed, her breath fanning over the sensitive skin of his neck. “I want you.”

It was as if a switch flicked in Eugene’s mind because the next thing Y/n knew she was pinned beneath him, his strong arms resting on either side of her head, his mouth sucking deep bruises on her abdomen and his hands trailing down her sides, stroking her hips lovingly.

“Gene,” she gasped as he grazed his teeth along the skin of her lower abdomen. “God, yes Gene. Yes!” Eugene’s hands worked quickly, slipping her underwear down her legs and discarding them across the room, placing small kisses on her thighs.

Eugene couldn’t believe his luck when he looked up at Y/n, the woman he’d been in love with since Toccoa was here, beneath him, letting him make love to her. The smell of her hair, the soft moans that left her perfect mouth, and her salty, sweaty skin beneath his lips drove him wild. His lips worked quickly, lapping and kissing between her thighs until she was a moaning mess, hands fisted into the bedsheets, back arching off the bed.

“Eugene, please,” Y/n all but cried, fisting her hands into his dark locks, tugging him upwards to kiss him. Eugene’s lips curled up into a smirk, his dark eyes shining. “Please Gene, I need you.” She begged, pulling him flush against her body and fiddling at the buckle of his trousers desperately.

“Someone’s needy, ain’t ya Darlin’,” Gene asked, smoothing down the loose hairs from around her face. Y/n managed to slip her hand down into his underwear, fingers grazing against his hard cock, pulling it free from his trousers. Eugene let out a shaky breath, his hands stabilising himself against the headboard.

“God preserve me,” he muttered through gritted teeth as Y/n ran her thumb over his red tip. Y/n smiled up at him, running her other hand softly over his cheek.

“I love you, Eugene.”

“I love to too, Ma Chérie.” He sealed his lips to hers, stealing the air from her lungs. Gene’s hands shook with anticipation as he dragged the head of his cock up and down your sex agonisingly slow. Eugene let out a choked sound as he sunk into her, both of them reeling at the feeling of fullness. Y/n’s hands gripping tightly to his shoulders, leaving deep red marks on his pale flesh.

“You’re so tight,” he grunted, pulling back slightly before rocking himself forward. Y/n groaned, squeezing her pelvic muscles as Eugene bit back a pained whimper escaping from his plump lips.

Y/n chuckled slightly and did it again, his grip tightening on her hips and he sent her a warning glare. Eugene’s thrust became more desperate, needier. His hands moved to pin hers above her head, chests impossibly close.

The room was quickly filled with soft moans and needy whines as he brought her to the edge. Y/n’s eyes were closed, too consumed by the pleasure building in her stomach, the knot tightening deep in her abdomen.

“Look at me ma Chérie, I want to see ya. I need ya to look at me.” Eugene pleaded, his voice strained as he too fought his orgasm. As Y/n opened her eyes the band snapped and she was sent spiraling into her ecstasy, hips bucking upwards uncontrollably. Eugene soon followed, cumming with a loud cry as he buried his head into her neck, loud breaths muffled by her flesh.

The couple lay there for a few minutes, both too exhausted to move or speak, too wrapped up in their moment of satisfaction.

“Eugene,” Y/n spoke slowly, carding her fingers through his locks. Eugene let out a small hum in response, tilting his head to look at her. “Thank you.”

“What for, Darlin’?” He asked, propping himself up above her.

“For this. For making me feel this way… for loving me,” she admitted sheepishly. Eugene's normally shy features burst with love, his smile growing wider than ever. “It weren’t difficult ma Chérie. It was real easy to love you and I found it impossible to stop myself from loving ya.” He admitted, a red hue growing across his cheeks causing Y/n to smile too.

“Well, I’m very glad you didn’t stop yourself. I love you.” She caressed his cheek, leaning their foreheads together lovingly. “As do I, ma Chérie.”

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