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ok so @easy-company-tradition ilysm and i’m so sorry it took me this long to respond i haven’t been active and i feel really bad now:( ❤️

george luz almost sort of rhymes with warm hugs so just consider that

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AM I LATE? Congrats on 200 followers!! love u!

thank you so much vered!🥺💙 i love you and miss you in the gc

i’m in comp (a freedom based writing class) so i’ll be writing a lot more for anyone who cares lol. also my computer teacher loves the fact that i write fanfic so i pretty much love her already:)

i’ve already started writing ideas for your request amy so stay tuned<3 @stressedinadress

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4, 12 and 35!💚

4: what are you looking forward to? I am looking forward to meeting the person I am going to spend my life with:)

12: what is something you want right now? to be friends with bill guarnere and babe heffron (or all the bob boys iykyk)and date joe toye, is that so much to ask😩 something realistic though is my best friend i miss her

35: favorite subject? western civilizations

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IM SO SORRY I HAVENT BEEN ACTIVE LATELY!! school just started and i’m taking ap classes and i have work and have been super busy but i’ll try to write something as soon as i can🥺 just know i love all of you just the same and you can dm me whenever to rant or just talk or spill some tea😈 i’m always here even if i’m not posting. i’ll respond as quick as i can i promise:)

ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 200 FOLLOWERS!!!! someone give me ideas on how to celebrate🥳

i love you all even if i’m not active i appreciate every single one of you❤️ please don’t be afraid to reach out to me for anything, ok have a great day:)

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these are actually nice ASKs

1. selfie

2. what would you name your future kids?

3. do you miss anyone?

4. what are you looking forward to?

5. is there anyone who can always make you smile?

6. is it hard for you to get over someone?

7. what was your life like last year?

8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed?

9. who did you last see in person?

10. are you good at hiding your feelings?

11. are you listening to music right now?

12. what is something you want right now?

13. how do you feel right now?

14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you?

15. personality description

16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t?

17. opinion on insecurities.

18. do you miss how thing were a year ago?

19. have you ever been to New York?

20. what is your favourite song at the moment?

21. age and birthday?

22. description of crush.

23. fear(s)

24. height

25. role model

26. idol(s)

27. things i hate

28. i’ll love you if…

29. favourite film(s)

30. favourite tv show(s)

31. 3 random facts

32. are your friends mainly girls or guys?

33. something you want to learn

34. most embarrassing moment

35. favourite subject

36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?

37. favourite actor/actress

38. favourite comedian(s)

39. favourite sport(s)

40. favourite memory

41. relationship status

42. favourite book(s)

43. favourite song ever

44. age you get mistaken for

45. how you found out about your idol

46. what my last text message says

47. turn ons

48. turn offs

49. where i want to be right now

50. favourite picture of your idol

51. starsign

52. something i’m talented at

53. 5 things that make me happy

54. something thats worrying me at the moment

55. tumblr friends

56. favourite food(s)

57. favourite animal(s)

58. description of my best friend

59. why i joined tumblr

60. ask me anything you want

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i’m making another one hehe

Ladies, gents, non-binary peeps, if he:

- does impressions at the drop of a hat

- smiles constantly

- quotes movies while they are playing

- and a short italian are the power couple of the century

- gives you a juicy fruit instead of a hershey bar

- says the germans are bad

- gets his weekend pass revoked for dirt in his gun

He’s not your man, he’s Easy Company’s radio man, George Luz... so, gotta penny?

Ladies, gents, non-binary peeps, if he:

- keeps asking you where he can get some sizzuhs

- has a lil frown on his face 24/7

- thinks “you OUGHTA know”

- keeps offering you chocolate

- would fight you for morphine

- doesn’t call anyone by their nickname cause he’s different ;)

He’s not your man. He is Easy Company’s medic, Eugene Roe... so, do you have any sizzuhs?

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Ladies, gents, and non-binary peeps, if he:

- gets hit by a grenade, fucking twice

- could use some brass knuckles

- wants to know where the best grub is (in berlin)

- will get upset if you talk during a movie

- has resting bitch face

- doesn’t like when you fraternize with the enemy

- will kill and die for you

- needs his helmet🥺

- has his size nine boots up general taylor’s ass

He’s not your man, he’s Easy Company’s tough guy, Joe Toye... so, you got any brass knuckles?

Ladies, gents, non-binary peeps, if he:

- keeps asking you where he can get some sizzuhs

- has a lil frown on his face 24/7

- thinks “you OUGHTA know”

- keeps offering you chocolate

- would fight you for morphine

- doesn’t call anyone by their nickname cause he’s different ;)

He’s not your man. He is Easy Company’s medic, Eugene Roe... so, do you have any sizzuhs?

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if you don’t stan ross, don’t talk to me:)

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I’M PROUD TO HAVE SERVED WITH EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU. 

YOU ALL DESERVE LONG AND HAPPY LIVES IN PEACE.

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Reblog this post if you're a blog that reblogs fanfiction

You’ll be added to a list here on tumblr to make it easier for people to find your blog!

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harry’s smile makes me happy🥺

a list of feelings

#bob #band of brothers #vered’s cuteness #band of brothers photo edit #vered you are amazing

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tagging: @stressedinadress @geniedocroe + anyone else<3

yay it’s another picrew. use this link :)

tagging @callifornia @easy-company-tradition @madamsledge @damngoodgirl @snafus-peckuh @dammithumankind @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @jamie506101

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asks about mutuals!!! tag them 👼

1. mutual(s) you’ve ever called/skyped/… with?

2. oldest mutual(s)?

3. mutual(s) you’d want to [enter activity of own choice] with?

4. cutest mutual(s)?

5. mutual(s) you’re intimidated by?

6. favorite mutual(s)?

7. mutual(s) you want to get to know better?

8. mutual(s) you really want to meet up with?

9. mutual(s) you miss talking to?

10. mutual(s) you’d sing for?

11. kindest mutual(s)

12. mutual(s) who know(s) a secret about you?

13. mutual(s) you’ve met up with?

14. mutual(s) you’ve shipped a package to?

15. mutual(s) with the same sun sign?

16. fact about one of your mutual(s)?

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Cool Off, Tough Guy

A/N: For my bestie’s birthday!! Happy 18th Jace, I love you so much and I couldn’t imagine my life without you. Good luck at training🥺 you’re one of the best friends i have made in the bob fandom and i love our endless conversations at how hot the actors are (and me freaking out about a different one every single day) you make me a better person and i can’t thank you enough for all the smiles and laughs you’ve given me. I love you with all my heart baby💚 p.s. your accent is the cutest thing ever

another A/N: in the book it said they had pillow fights so why not snowball fights? sorry this is short again

requested by: no one, written for @speirs-sexy-ass​

prompt 6: “well… i can scratch that off my bucket list.”

send requests my way! message me to be on the taglist<3

wc: 1,270

summary: Speirs was playfully teasing and messing with you, so you decide to get revenge by throwing snow at him to “cool him off”. Naturally, he throws one back. You can see where this is going:)

taglist: @liebegott @floydtab @band-of-bitches @speirs-sexy-ass @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @wexhappyxfew​ @alienoresimagines​

hope you all enjoy reading this💓

You woke up from a restless night of sleep, thinking back to the brutal nights at Bastogne not even three weeks ago. You slowly opened your eyes, glaring at the bars above you holding up the bunk above you. You saw the mattress moving as Webster rolled over, still asleep. You could hear the slight sound of springs compressing and expanding at any small movement from the men surrounding you. 

Your eyes wandered to see your sheet half off the bed and on the floor. You then saw your pair of boots, with your uniform next them hanging off a chair. Your eyes flickered to the window, the beautiful light shining through. The light traveled down from the slits in the curtains to a certain pair of boots you knew all too well. 

“Everybody up! We got breakfast and showers.” You found the familiar features in his face, although your vision still a bit blurred from drowsiness. The humble cleft in his chin that you teased him for and called him butt-chin. He had perfectly sized lips, plump and pink, which usually had a cigarette hanging from them. Your eyes lingered on his cheeks, where you could still see the black painted lines from all that time ago. His symmetrical nose twitched at the aroma the had stayed in the air from last night’s dinner. His eyes remained tough as he searched around the room, but softened as he looked you over with a playful smile. “That means all of you.”

You groggily sat up, still half covered by the sheet. Your bare feet touched the cool wood floor, and it sent shivers up and down your body. You had only your old PT gear on for pajamas, and it was the middle of winter. Speirs walked up to your bunk and rested his arms on the top bar to Webster’s bunk. He had already jumped down and started putting on his uniform. You grabbed your uniform from the chair and started putting the sheet up for some privacy like you do every morning. 

He gripped your hand and whispered in your ear, “not even I can see the show?” He had a sly smile on his face which faded when you pushed his shoulder. 

“Shut up and let me get dressed, huh?” You finished putting the sheet up and you felt your cheeks get warm. He held so much power over you, you were like puddy in his hands every time he flirted with you. You pulled the shirt over your head and pushed your arms through the holes of your jacket. You slowly pulled the sheet down, worried he was going to try to scare you. Instead he was standing with breakfast for you. You graciously took the metal cup out of his hands, feeling his soft touch as you grazed your fingers against his. You would feel the warm feeling from the hot food start to fill your body. He broke eye contact and unsurely said “I’m.. gonna go check on the other men.”

“Since when does he check up on us?” you heard Liebgott sarcastically say from across the room. 

“I think he just wanted to see you, Y/N,” Babe replied as he made kissing noises. More of your friends joined in the teasing as you smirked and rolled your eyes. All of you knew that you and Speirs were a thing, but you weren’t ready to admit that yet. You’ve had trouble with your relationships in the past, and you weren’t ready to commit and get hurt again. 

“Alright, alright that’s enough,” you got in between them and pushed them away, “let’s just go shower and see what our assignments are.”

“Hmmm changing the subject are we now, Y/L/N.” Malarkey looked up at you from behind his cup of coffee, challenging you to say something about your relationship with the toughest officer Easy Company has. Instead, you waved your hand, motioning the boys to follow you. Your entire platoon walked outside as you pointed and declared “shower time” with a huge smile on your face. Most of them just rolled their eyes and chuckled.

You stood at the back of the line, wanting to be one of the last people to shower when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind. The men waiting in line that knew you raised their eyebrows and smirked, gossiping to each other. You started tapping on his hands, like you were playing the drums, to the tune of one of your favorite songs. You sharply turned around, so his hands were caressing your lower back, inching closer to your butt. He leaned in close and softly breathed on your ear. 

“What do you say if I join you?” This took you completely by surprise, so you raised your eyebrows and covered your mouth. You grabbed his hands, and unlocked them from behind them, and held them in your own for a moment. You let them go and clutched some snow in your small hands. 

“I think you need to cool off tough guy.” He started to move back, but you were faster. You threw the powdery substance directly at his face and scored. The men that have known you since Toccoa looked on in amazement at how much you’ve changed from the shy girl you were when you arrived.

“Oh, it’s on,” he grabbed snow from the cold ground and threw it through his hand, but it wasn’t tightly packed, so it flew through the air in imitation of if it was actually snowing. It landed on everyone, showered or not, and they knew what they had to do. Before you knew it, everyone joined in. This is the most fun you had had since training. You were laughing your heart out and locked eyes with Ron every so often, you loved seeing him happy. This was one of the only times you saw him let loose and be genuinely happy around someone other than you. It was quite refreshing. 

You rolled your snowballs as fast as you could and threw that at anyone approaching you at an uncomfortable speed or distance. Whenever you hit someone, especially in the face, you looked over at Speirs and he gave you a wink. When a snowball hit you, it gave you inner strength to throw even harder and faster. 

Winters and Nixon came around, and no one noticed they had joined the chaos. It was nice to see the officers having fun. Often times, you felt bad for them because you felt this enormous pressure you could sense off of Speirs. You couldn’t imagine what Winters must be having to deal with. He was an amazing leader and you couldn’t be happier to have been in this company. 

Eventually, you had to stop because, well, you were in a war. Ron walked over to you, covered in soft, fluffy snow. “Well... I can scratch that off my bucket list.” He side-eyed you, daring you to give some smart remark.

“What, have a snowball fight in the middle of France?”

“Have a snowball fight in the middle of a WAR in France, with my amazing girlfriend might I add.” He had never used the word girlfriend before. It caught you by surprise, but you loved that sound of that. Ronald Speirs’s girlfriend.

“Girlfriend huh?” You glanced at him, making sure he didn’t make a mistake. 

“You got a problem with that?” He gave his classic smart ass grin.

“No,” you gave him a quick kiss on the lips, lingering longer than he expected, “not a problem at all.”

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this is so fun!

tagging: @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @wexhappyxfew @liebegott @alienoresimagines @stressedinadress

here’s another picrew! link

tagging @shiveringpinkala @georgeluzwarmhugs @julianneday1701 @liebegott @we-always-hit-our-ass @cantcatchmeee

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hey so like

hi, you. yeah im talking to you. You like my stuff from time to time and reblog once and a while, and I always recognize you in my notes. we’ve never talked, maybe you dont like to say much or you’re nervous or something. it’s okay, whatever it is. 

I see you. you mean a lot to me. sometimes when I’m having a hard day, I’ll notice your name once again in my notifs and it makes me smile. im not kidding.

I don’t care if you’re a “ghost” follower or you send me asks all the time. i see you and I love you so much, genuinely and truly. you are really important to me. 

thank you. thank you for being there. <3

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But I Won You

A/N: I’ve had this idea for a while but when Giana requested it I just knew I had to do this. sorry this took so long again but goofy babe is my favorite babe. i’m really bad at describing clothes so bare with me in the first part, also sorry this is so short i might make a part two though👀 I don’t really like how this turned out buttt

requested by: @liebegott

no prompt, just goofy babe

send requests my way! message me to be on the taglist<3

wc: 799

summary: You and Babe go out for a mini-golf date. That’s it :)

taglist: @liebegott @floydtab @band-of-bitches @speirs-sexy-ass @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @wexhappyxfew​ @alienoresimagines​

hope you all enjoy reading this💓

"Hey babe, are you ready yet?” he yelled up the stairs, holding onto the post, balancing on one leg. He was trying to poke his head up and around to see if the bathroom door was open or closed. He shook his hand in imitation of Winters to check his leather watch. 6:30 PM. His loafers were shiny black, he had cleaned them himself that same day. The jeans barely covered his ankles, so you could see the tiny amount of white sock peeking through. He was wearing a green, soft t-shirt that had a light pattern. He brought a black corduroy jacket with a soft sherpa interior for you, he knew how cold you can get. 

“That’s your name silly, anyways it’s not like we have reservations”, you loudly replied. You were almost finished with your makeup and hair, already dressed in the outfit you picked for tonight. You had a blue and pink floral shirt that fit perfectly to the curves of your body. That was tucked into a white, stretchy pencil skirt, and you wore a black sandal with a small heel. 

Your makeup was basic: foundation, highlight, mascara, eyeliner, and a little bit of blush. You didn’t use any eye shadow, you knew the black of the mascara and the eyeliner brought out your eyes perfectly. You loosely braided your hair the night before, so it had the wavy look you were looking for. You left all of it down, but put a blue head scarf in, like a headband, to push the front hairs out of your face. The blue of the head scarf matched the blue in the shirt. You had bought it in honor of Renée, the nurse Gene talked about all the time. Babe and Gene still had their halves of the original. Gene talked so highly of her, you wanted her to be remembered. 

“Yeah, yeah, well hurry up my love”, he emphasized, making sure you heard that he didn’t call you babe. 

“One more second, Philly boy” you smartly remarked as you smoothed out the tiny wrinkles from your skirt. 

As you walked down the stairs, Babe’s head perked up and he looked at you with love-filled eyes, like you were Cinderella, like it was the first time he was seeing you. 

“Do you need a bib to clean up all that drool, huh?” you teased, which you loved to do. You loved they way he tried to snap back, but you always one. You’re the sassy one, every man of easy knew that. Babe, Gene and a few others are the only ones that have ever seen your sensitive, soft side, and you liked it that way. 

“You’re just so, wow.” He cleared his throat. “Let’s get going then.” You ran out the front door, daring him to chase you. He scraped his feet across the ground, like he was revving up. He ran with his arms out, trying to grab you and pull you in. You ran towards the mini-gold course, leading him to your date without him knowing it. You were both laughing hysterically. He grabbed you and pulled into piggyback ride.

“We’re here.” You said as you radiated confidence in winning this game. “I hope your ego doesn’t get too crushed when I beat your ass.”

“Why are you so mean?” he pouted as his bottom lip popped out. He barely made it 30 seconds before a smile formed on his face and he let out a giggle. 

“Shut up and get some clubs, I’ll get the balls.” 

“Yeah, right”, he smirked over at you and shook his head. 

“I hate you” you pushed him and he stumbled a little bit. 

“Nooooo you don’t, gimme a kissss.”

“Okay fine, just one and then we play.” You leaned over and gave him a tiny little peck on the cheek. You grabbed the red club and a blue ball, and Babe picked a yellow ball. 

You played through the holes with the obstacles and sand pits. You couldn’t stop thinking about how this was the most fun you’ve had with him in a long time. The way he let loose and was super goofy it made you smile. He’s always so stressed about work and you and keeping his friends happy, he forgets to take care of himself. You loved seeing him having fun.

“Y’know if I make this in three or less, I win Babe.” You were cocky, you knew you could easily get the a hole in one. You took a swing and got it in the clown’s mouth first try. You acted nonchalant, leaned on your club with your shoulder and said “told ya.”

“Well I may have lost the game, but I won something way better.”

“And what might that be?”

“You, stupid.”