#band of borthers imagines

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

♡ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ♡ (under edit consistently)

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— 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 (𝐓𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐒) 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

prologue. part 1 part 2 part 3

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— 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 (𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐤-𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚)

𝐆𝐔𝐍-𝐖𝐎𝐎

MESSED WITH THE WRONG B*TCH (multi-part) part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

𝐇𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍-𝐉𝐔

SHE'S MY BEST FRIEND, SHE'S A REAL BAD B*TCH

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— 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎

meeting him again

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐎

meeting him again

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— 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚 𝟏

𝐌𝐀𝐗 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍

jimmy, you sneaky bastard

accidental crashes and accidental confessions part 2

your love is sunlight part 2

i want to look into her eyes.

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— 𝐦å𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧

𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎:

damiano with a gilfriends who’s the complete opposite of him

pleasure, little treasure (warning: slight intoxication)

cold hands, warm hearts (warning: cursing, arguing, bad family –or just mommy issues?)

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒:

slight morning smut (warning: slight smut obv)

𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀:

♡ nothing yet ♡

𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍:

sharing clothes

braids and bucks (warnings: smut)

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:

what they look for in a relationship

girlfriend only sleeps in panties

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— 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃

being internet-friends with tom -pt. i. -pt. ii.

going on a late-night road trip with tom 

drabble #1

relationship memes #2

edgy!tom holland would include…

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— 𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐃 (𝐀𝐊𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍)

taking care of sick!dominic

dominic takes care of you when you’re sick

dom in the 90s would include...

relationship memes #1 #2

daddy’s bratty girl (nsfw)

cuddling with dominic

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— 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊

no sleep (sister!reader) (no incest) 

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— 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒

what they like the most about you - (dick winters, lewis nixon, eugene roe, ronald speirs, joe liebgott, daniel webster, george luz)

what they like the most about you (babe heffron, johnny martin, carwood lipton, bill guarnere, floyd talbert)

what they’re like with a plus size!reader 

when someone other flirts with you (dick winters, lewis nixon, ronald speris, eugene roe, joe libegott, george luz, carwood lipton, johnny martin, babe heffron, bill guarnere, joe toye, floyd talbert)

memes 

they find out your self-harm 

standing up for you (group!platonic!)

𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

dating richard while working at the secret society

𝐄𝐔𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐄

a lazy day with eugene 

i promise (oneshot)

𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐍

what a shame (it’s fluff tbh uwu)

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍

pda with babe heffron 

𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐒

fire in my soul 

𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐁𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓

obsessed with your body

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— 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐘

reactions (sfw)

𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑

reactions (sfw)

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— 𝐈𝐓 (𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟕-𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗)

𝐖𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐅 / 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐒

wyatt oleff fluff alphabet

stanley uris fluff alphabet

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— 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

𝐌𝐀𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃

being billy’s younger sister and helping max (platonic!)

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

having a power and dating steve

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— 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐋𝐎𝐊𝐈

soft moments with loki 

you’re not the girl i know 

𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑

being loki’s daughter and dating peter parker

↳ drabble #1

𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐅

i’m gonna say i love you, am i not? 

saving pietro’s life with your love and some cookies (that’s a hard ass title awr)

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂.

going on a girly day-out with natasha and wanda (platonic!)

dating a maladaptive dreamer!reader (pietro, loki, bucky , t’challa, stephen strange)

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— 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇É𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐓

my angel (pure fluff)

timothée helps you with your anxiety 

tutoring each other (just fluff) 

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— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 (𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑)

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒

darry rescues you from your abusing relationship

[easyimagines]

Why Doc Roe Carries Chocolate Around With Him

He knew that it helped his sisters to feel better and he just never made the connection

Ever since he was little he just thought that the more chocolate someone had the happier they were. 

He starts trading his cigs for chocolate in basic. He doesn’t smoke anyway- he can’t stand the taste at first- and just hands it out when people look sad. 

Sobel’s being a prick? Here’s some chocolate. Girl troubles? Chocolate. Sprained your ankle running Currahee? Chocolate. 

The men with siblings debate whether or not they should tell him why it makes girls feel better. 

Luz: Should we tell him...?---Liebgott: You say a word and he stops handing out chocolate, I’m gonna fight ya.----Muck: I dunno if it’s just girls. I mean, sure it makes my sister feel better but so does cake and butterscotch. What I do know, *takes a bite of his own chocolate square* it sure as hell makes me feel better. 

Perco would be the one to tell him why it makes girls feel better. 

Doc: You don’ need ta take it.---Perco: Whoa, I ain’t dumb enough to turn it down.---Doc: So maybe that ain’t jus’ it.---Perco: *brow furrows in confusion*---Doc, trying not to laugh: Want some chocolate? Heard it makes folks feel better. 

Gene cries (touched and overwhelmed) the first time someone else gives him chocolate. 

The aid station Renee was at was bombed three days ago and Gene’s feeling three or four feet to the left

Babe gives him a piece of chocolate and Gene just breaks down on the spot

Babe didn’t totally know who Gene lost, he just knew the medic lost someone because he looked about how he felt after he watched Julian die. 

This is what I’ve got on this hc. If anyone has any add-ons let me know. -Eugene

[alistairssock]

@motheaten-scarf was as usual a sweetheart and sent me some number for a ask meme, so here they are

Ymbert: 7 - Does your OC have any markings, such as a birthmark or a scar?

I imagine him having a tiny scar on his nose (as a play on the classic, default blood smear), as well the fact he broke his nose as kid, and a few times in more recent time. Of course he has more scars, being a reckless rouge and all, but nothing too distigushed or of importance. I also like imagining him having a few freckles scattered around here and there.

Estra: 21 - Who is your OC's closest relative?

She has her family alive and well somewhere, but the closest relative she meets in my canon are Oriel and Leonie. Oriel being her lost baby sister who got separated from her family when they all ran from the Qun, miraculously ending up with Estra's second cousin Leonie. Estra and Leonie were close as kids, despite the Qun's strict rules, so Oriel ending up with Leonie wasn't the worst outcome, a side for the fact they were too young to raise two kids on their own. Estra meets Oriel again mostly by accident in Haven when her mercenary band pass through to trade supply and as she do; she stuck around which meant a lot to Estra who'd nearly searched the world for her.

Zaranthys: 42 - What makes your OC happy?

BAKING. Zara loves to bake and it always reminds him of home in a sad, sentimental way, but it's also a passion he's held onto and greatly enjoys. Forest naps also makes him happy, so having to camp on missions is something he looks forward to, no matter the weather. Bonus if someone wants to share tent and tell stories all night. Zara might also come off as a but aloof, but he has a lot of care for his friends.

Gwen: 45 - What are some things that annoy your OC?

Simply the thought of Behlen. She trusted and loved her borther, but his betrayal made it all crash down. But the whole deal any her more than makes her sad, there's simply no sympathy left for that guy. It takes a lot to get her annoyed, though, but if she doesn't get or is stuck in her research it might grind her gears a lot and it's no use talking to her until her either figures it out or gives up/puts it aside.

Leonie: 50 - What secrets does your OC have?

Leonie probably has more secrets than they'd like to admit. But they're not deep, dark ones, just embarrassing moments and things they'd rather not tell their kids. How they have the most hopeless crush on Anders and how they'd never let themself be with him, even tho he's had feelings for them too. And, well, the whole deal about staying with their late partner for days after the murder. But other than those deep buried emotions, they try to be very open and communicate with their kids, and as Warden Commander they're a just leader as well. Secrets are only to be kept if it can save their life or their ass for ultimate embassament and emotional confrontation with themself.

Dyffros: 66 - What is your OC's favorite food?

Anything traditionally Dalish and that reminds him of his clan and home. He and Tamlen used to make this stew as kids that consisted of a handful of disorted nuts, edible leaves and dried roots, mushrooms and pheasant. Sometimes when he feel really homesick he tries to make the closest thing to it, share it with his friends around the fire, and everything feels a little better or a while.

Phyllis: 75 - What's your OC's favorite scent?

All things flowery. Strangely, horses? (She's afraid of them). She's been one time to Amaranthine and smelled the ocean, which she wish she'd get to see and smell again. Fresh and clean bed sheets. And whatever Alistair might smell like, honeslty.

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

♡ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ♡

richard ‘dick’ winters: he must to look into your eyes every morning, to see that you’re okay. he thinks that your eyes are so speaking, so pure like your soul, and he can see everything like in the deep of one clear lake. dick lives for the before-dusk golden hours, when he look into your eyes after one hard day at the sunset, he believes to you when your eyes say it’s gonna be alright, love.

lewis nixon: we all know that mrs. nixon’s little boy deserves the best, and now he thinks he just deserves your body, especially your shape is the best in your body: the curves, the form of your petite legs, even your cute, tiny fingers compared to his big ones, your collarbones. when you don’t wear your PT uniform on the weekend passes, he always try to find one new pretty detail about your body - and trust him, he always do.

eugene ‘doc’ roe: like one shy christian boy, he goes insane when you hold his hands in yours, even if they are much smaller than his. he never gonna tell you, but he yearns for your hands on his body, anywhere, you are the cause of the goosebumps on his skin, even if you don’t touch him. and when he get some free time, he fantasies about to get a ring on your finger. 

ronald speirs: generally women wrap men around her fingers, but ron finds your waist so much better than that. you can calm him if you hide in his arms, he finds himself in heaven when he wraps his arms around your waist, stroking your clothed skin, and gets super excited and fucking horny you know when you swaying your hips, even if you just try to take down your jeans. 

joseph ‘joe’ liebgott: he don’t try to salve himself when you two are finally together and he accidentally looks at your breasts more than into your eyes. when you scold him, joe smiles like a bastard, grabs your wrists and whispers in your ear: ‘don’t be jealous baby, i can take care of your whole body at the same time, you know, hm? or should i prove it tonight?’ 

george luz: oh, that little ray of sunshine loves nothing more than your neck and your collarbones. he just likes to stroke it with the calloused pads of his fingers, after one rough night caress the bruises and hickeys. he finds that area very intimate, because the PT uniform shows very less from your body, but if george sees your silky, smooth skin, he knows that he still worthy to see you, the natural, perfect you. 

david webster: when he first saw you with your hair in your face while laughing, he knew that you are the perfect for him. david always grabs the opportunity to curl your soft locks around his finger, his heart throbs when in the morning he strokes your hair on the crown on your head. he tries to braid it for you, wants to make your hair more beautiful if it’s possible and if he finds a petite flower somewhere, he tucks it in your hair immediately.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

thanks for watching uwuu~ if you want to get another part with babe heffron, johnny martin, carwood lipton, bill guarnere and floyd talbert (but you can add more ofc) than tell me, i don’t bite (´͈  ᵕ `͈ ）

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

♡ 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ♡

(nothing sexually or relationship-like, they just want the best for you uwu)

words count: 950 (i’m tired sorry ;-;)

y/n disappeared. 

just like bull, nobody saw her when they escaped from the market garden-maneuver, nobody heard her voice, nobody talked with her. but when winters reckoned up the manpower from the company, someone shouted the most worst thing, what they can ever expect. 

“y/n’s don’t here!” 

winters knew that it was no time to send some people to search you, and he prayed for her -even dead, even alive- self to survive this horrible day, the horrible night. 

“‘s everything alright, dickie?” nixon’s sound was impalpably careless, but when he looked up at the wagon, looking at the worried, sad and impious faces, he thought that something isn’t alright. 

how can, when the angel of the easy company is disappeared? or even though, gone? 

liebgott just watched as they moved away from eindhoven, thinking about y/n, about his so-like-little sister, who always bugged him and was fucking annoying, but now, he wanted to hear her voice, just like joe toye, who always pisses her off during a movie, when she told jokes with george for each other. 

-everything’s alright, dude, she’s like a roach. she survives everything, just let her be -toye slapped his back carefully, as the battlefield slowly got smaller and distanter. 

˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊

at night, during dinner, guarnere fiddling a little coin between his fingers. she gave him that penny, when he wasn't able to buy a new razor for himself. “keep that, gonorrhea, just in case if you need one new shitty razor”. he don’t needed a razor, he just needed your smiling face, but he only canned face with the brown wall in front of himself. 

-how can be she so freaking reckless? she gotta stay on her flat butt, and now, now… so fucking dumb, oh my-

-chill, perco. they didn't found a corpse, not even hers. so, she just escaped like us, just… not in the good direction -george nudged him, trying to save his friend from the completely depression, tucking a cigarette between his lips. but he also hoped so strong that she gonna sit there; in the quarters when they go to sleep just like everybody else in the company. 

-and if she’s now in the nazi’s arms? 

-please, frank, she probably just got lost in the woods, or between the destroyed houses. 

-okay, just, you know…

-yeah, i know. but don’t worry, y/n’s a fucking firecracker, she survive everything. remember, when we all thought in normandy that we’re went astray and gonna fucking die? -malarkey bent forward, drinking from his beer, chuckling about the memories. 

-oh, god, don’t say anything! she found the way, you said that “you wanna live? then go with her”. 

-that was so fucking unmanly, we actually screaming at everything just like fooly sluts! 

they laughed so hard at guarnere’s words, remembering about the company’s, hell, the world’s best little soldier, y/n y/l/n. suddenly, george heard from the nearest table that some men from other companies bragging about her. but not that good, happy way like them. 

-that’s hard as fuck for the easy, i know. 

-that y/n chick was always so cheery, i think she canned cheer them up on some other way too -the other guy poured him some beer, george dubbed malarkey a little bit, nodding his head in the men’s way. 

-i only can think that she’s got here because he didn’t got any attention at home, and now, between men like this… like heaven for gays. 

-what the fuck? -liebgott whispered, now the whole table listened to the three men with rapt attention. 

-but now, so pitiable… little y/n got killed or lost as fuck. you know, i knew from the beginning that she’s gonna crap out, if not on the first day, than now. 

-say no more, i go there and beat the shit out of them, let me- -guarnere wanted to stand up, but eugene grabbed his arm, forcing him to stay on his arse. 

-you are so right, easy’s men had a good life with that girl, but now no warming, you know, even up, you know, even down, the cock- 

-sorry, but what the fuck are you talking about? 

liebgott’s harsh, loud sound crashed the pleasing, comfortable moral of the pub, the other three guy snatched his head on their direction. the good mood was now destroyed like some broken glass-castle. one of the men was ready to turn back and say some more things, but liebgott stood up and looked at them. -yes, you, you dickhead! how dare you to talk about y/n like this? 

the ugliest, most hateful guy looked at him, disgust in his eyes, a little grin in the corner of his mouth. 

-i just talking about that how much you like y/n. or love? i don’t know, can you explain? no, no. now she’s gone, and-

-y/n’s way stronger than you, so shut the fuck up, okay, you moron? -malarkey also shouted at him, anger in his voice. 

-way stronger? in what? like sucking you off and-

he can’t ended his sentence, because just like at the boat to europe, liebgott got up and grabbed his collar, beating him so hard that the guy spit out some blood and saliva. 

-you wanna have more, huh? if you keep talking like this, even about y/n, even about any of us, you can pray for the next morning, you miserable motherfucker! -at the end, joe ugrently spat in his face, leaving him there, sitting back to his friends, guarnere gave him a high five under the table. 

the guy just nodded fearful, the other two sat there, looking down at the table to their drinks. slowly, the party began to get back to the ordinary, cozy mood, but it was spiced with some hidden hate. 

nobody at easy’s table scoffed at liebgott, they all felt right when he told those words. 

because nobody can hurt y/n, even if she aren't here, even her pure soul.

the soul of easy company. 

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 🧚🏻‍♀️

i hope u like it <3

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

♡ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ♡ (𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐧, 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧, 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭) 

give me my chef kiss @deldontplay​ *0*

babe heffron: babe loves when his name rolls down on your lips, even if you call him edward, he doesn’t care. when you two sat in one stone-cold foxhole at bastogne, he wanted to touch your lips with his calloused fingers so bad, but he never want to hurt you. and that’s because he touches your lips with his, babe savors your lips as if they were coated with honey; he never gets bored with those sweet, pink pillows.

carwood lipton: he was shy when you asked him what he likes about you, but when you got serious, he just stared at you, even at your eyelashes, even at the curve of your cheekbone, even at your groomed, well-shaped eyebrows. carwood sighed, his fingers slowly traced down on your neck. “what if, baby… what if i like your every features? from your ethereal eyes… to your pretty cheeks?” you smiled a little bit smugly, leaned closer to him. “do you want to kiss my features, lip?” he kisses you passionately, “more than anything else, baby.”

johnny martin: johnny gets everytime horny when you two are just in the room, he can’t help but pulls you in his lap while you straddle him. he just lives for your soft curves, rubbing your stomach when he lays next to you, then pulls you into a hug, feeling your soft skin against his. and if he just wants some action or excitement or just simply give you the pleasure you deserve ;) he don’t gonna stop at the edge of your panties, and don’t worry, he always shut you with his godlike lips ajakwjajaq

bill guarnere: bill try to deny it, but he can’t stop looking at your thighs. he lives for the way your wonderful legs bouncing during run or training needless to say that when the easy is running up to the currahee he always watch you from behind ehehe, or when at the end of the war you wear your bikini, exposing your pretty shanks. plus: bill always gonna touch you (in a non-senxually way, but a little bit still) under the table when you two eat, and if you bouncing your legs, he gonna stroke your knees to get you some ease <3

floyd talbert: floyd is a pretty simple boy, and this simple boy lost his mind when you almost slapped his face with your fingers. he grabbed your hands immediately, and kissed you so hard that you almost forgot where and who you are. he likes your fingers so much, even if they are in his hair, or intertwined with his, or just watch them anytime if you bandage your legs or braid your hair and if they are in the near of his dick, it’s even better ;)

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

♡ 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐞 ♡

requested: yes / no 

(now you can send me requests with band of brothers characters babes ᵘʷᵘ)

plot: one comfy pretty lil day with our sweet cajun boy 

eugene wants nothing more than have a peaceful picnic

and if this boy set something in his mind, he do it no matter what

especially when it’s about or with you

so when you two is about to wake up, you snuggle into eugene’s neck 

he strokes your back gently, whispering soft ma belle’s and mon ange’s 

“wake up and come with me darling” 

you sleepily kiss his neck, and gently bite his earlobe 

“gene i’m tired, can we just cuddle?” 

eugene cups your cheeks and invites you in a sloppy, sweet kiss with tired smiles 

his sky blue eyes glow with adoration and love only for you

“you can cuddle with me at our field too ma chérie. now please get up and help me to make a beautiful day” 

and who are you to say no to this angel on earth 

so you get up and pick up a pretty laced tulle dress or some comfy jeans-shirt outfit 

when you make your hair, eugene sneaks up behind you and buries his face in your hair 

“you are so soft mon bébé” 

tries to braid it but fails in an adorable way 

you begin to collect fruits in the picnic-basket while eugene makes the sandwiches 

grabs your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours whilst going to the field 

eguene’s parents have a beautiful field with delicate, pastell coloured flowers and pillow-like, tall grass

you two settle down under one tree with emerald green leafs, eugene spread the plaid and put down the basket

and now the little piece of peace’s heaven is open 

you just lay down on the plaid while gene reads from his poem book for you 

you stroke his face and adore his cute freckles, brush his eyebrows and lips 

“wich one do you like better, y/n? do you have one favourite poet or writer?” 

gene kisses your thumb and whispers i love yous and je t’aimes, his pale skins glowing in the sunshine 

“i don’t have any, but since you read this poems... i got interested” 

suddenly, he bends down and cupping your chin with his thumb and index finger, giving you a passionate, mess french kiss 

“sorry mon ange, i just wanted to do that for so long” 

“and why didn’t you do it before?” you whisper on his lips, stroking his black, fluffy hair with your fingers 

okay i admit it, now you gave him a boner

“because your lips just so wonderful... the words and sentences that you tell me day by day, they are so soft just like you” 

you make him a flower crown, and when you places it on his head, he grabs your hands and kisses them 

he tries to make you too, and you help him

your fingers lightly touching his as you give him advices 

he’s a soft top but likes very very much when you teach him something new, even outside the bed 

he makes a really cute flower crown of course everything is fucking adorable what he does 

“you see, gene? this flower crown is awfully perfect!” you cheer him while he places it on your hair 

later the day, you two eat the foods you two made 

knees and elbows slightly touching in the calming silence

you and eugene just enjoying each others company 

you grab your notes and tries to write and draw into it, flip on your stomach and feel a warm hand on the small of your back 

he lays down, his head on his hand

“am i too heavy, ma chérie?” 

“of course not, gene” 

eugene reads his book and you drawing little symbols, the beautiful field afore you 

softly strokes your thighs with his calloused heavenly fingers 

“gene” 

“yes, baby?” 

“i love you so much, so so so much” 

he closes his eyes, and feeling himself in heaven because for hi, you are a godsend angel 

“you can, but i’ll always love you more” 

i’m fucking obsessed with him bye 

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

hi!! could i get some fluffy babe heffron x female reader headcanons, how he likes to kiss n stuff like that? ur writing is adorable 💓💓💓💓

♡ 𝐩𝐝𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧 ♡

thank you so much <3 i involved this into a little story, i hope you don’t mind uwu

⟶ i think babe’s kisses leads you trough the whole war, like- 

-when the two of you were back in the camp of toccoa, you two connected very fast; babe gave you tips for shooting, and you helped him in the academic classes and explained the strategic plans - but he know you are an angel because he saw when you helped lipton with needling his badges onto his jacket 

-at first you two kissed when sobel assigned you and babe in one pair - you two were actually horrible at map reading, and when you wanted to go in one direction, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back; your chests colliding as your lips. babe’s hands cupped your cheeks, you stroked his hair and neck

-then you two pulled apart from each other, he began to apologize “i”m so sorry, y/n, i just... i wanted to do this a long ago and-” “don’t worry, babe, this was so good. but unfortunately, we still don’t know where we are.” 

-it turns out that babe is the master of map-reading, but he just wanted to kiss you - and he’s the master of kissing too

-you two share slow, sloppy kisses at night in aldbourne, when you two should sleep, he hovers over you, leaning on his elbow carrying your waist, slowly sneaking up to your breasts, you can’t stop him

-he lives for the long make-out sessions, touching you anywhere and anyhow, stroking you, flourishing you, kissing you, being inside of you (yes, that’s one of his favourite places ehehe)

-before, during and after sex he kisses you countless time - if you would get one dollar everytime when you two share a kiss, oh darling, you would be a millionare

-in the middle of the war, you two aren’t able to have enough time with taking care of each other, the fast, almost-lip-touching kisses breaks your hearts 

-babe never gonna admit it, but he liked it very much when the company camped in bastogne - despite of the fucking cold snow or the frosty wind - you two always shared a foxhole, a blanket, a hot cup of coffee, everything. he was afraid to touch you with his cold fingertips

-”don’t worry, honey, our lips are always warm. wanna see?” you smile weakly, he can’t stands this idea - your lips trembling a little bit because of the freeze, he takes your hand and tucks it under his jacket; you feel his warm skin, but don’t want him to get cold, your mind is foggy when he begins to bite your lower lip

-he can take control over you so easily, one touch on the right spot on your neck or just one simple, little bump of the teeths when you two want to swallow each other, and you are his 

-”babe, i don’t want to hurt you, please, i can handle this” “no, babygirl, you hurt me so good, always hurt me so good” 

-after his friend’s death, you can’t say anything that can make him happy - the sad kiss you two share breaks your heart too, suddenly he wraps his arms around your waist, buries his face in your neck, his cold nose brushing against your soft, warm skin 

-”don’t worry, we gonna get through this, together, alright? i always gonna be with you, even if you don’t want to” you stroke babe’s hair, laughing quietly “you always gonna have me, sweetheart.” 

-he wipes his tears of, but still hugging you, whispers into your ear, the heated air fills your frosty face on the left side - “if the war ends, i gonna take you with me to home, we gonna live together in one fucking average house with our fucking average dog, and when we wake up late, i gonna get you a diamond ring at the afternoon and- fuck, no, y/n. marry me, marry me alright and now, because i want to have you for the end of my life, don’t matter that i die when i’m old or just tomorrow. and i can’t deal with the thought that i don’t tell you everyday, every hour that how much i love you.” 

-your eyes widen as the two of you look into each other’s eyes - “i want to marry you too, yes. i want to go with you anywhere better than anything” you whisper back

-the kiss after the proposal is so mind-blowing - you can’t decide that the german’s air force attacks the company, or this is just the pure happiness and need between you and babe 

-you hold babe’s hand as you two walk thorugh the destroyed forest - now you have a complete goal, a very whole cause why you don’t want to die. he looks at you when you squeeze his hand, he squeezes back even stronger, but not that strong that hurt you 

-”we gonna get through this, hm, babe?” 

-he smiles at you widely, your heart now filled up with hope - you healed up him from the sadness with your love, he believes in this so hard

-”we get through everything together, babygirl.” 

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

hey!! could you make a Eugene Roe angst? your writing is amazing!! xxx

♡ 𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 - 𝐞𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ♡

ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᵘʷᵘ

words: 1.263 

eugene felt it. 

he felt in the air, especially around her. no - only around her. the concerned vibration, the hushed heartache, something that wasn’t regular in the company. but everytime, when eugene sat down with y/n, he felt it. 

y/n y/l/n was the other medic in the easy company, and she was amazing at her work. she ran so fast that the wounded and crooked people always felt the safeness when she was with them. although at night, at the quiet nurse-courses, y/n sat in the corner and stared down at her diary. everytime when someone got in the near of her, y/n just put on a forced smile and shook her head when they asked that is something’s wrong. 

eugene saw it.

he saw her widened eyes with the faint tissue of tears, the quivering of the corner of her mouth. her fuzzy hair in the pale lamp-light, her shaking fingers when she grabbed the needle. her weak, nervous voice, everytime, just like some doomed, fragile flowers at the end of summer, waiting for the end, and it shattered eugene's heart into million pieces. watching her flower dying inside to the dirt. 

and that’s because eugene decided to help her. 

one night, when everyone went to sleep after one course-session, he sneaked after y/n, luckily they roomed beside each other, he knew that she always left the door slightly open to give some fresh air to her room. i’m such an idiot, he told himself, such and idiot, and a pervert. but now, eugene was too determined to help her. he tried to be so quiet as he looked in the room while she prepared to shower, heard paces again, close to the door. eugene collected his every courage he had, knocking on the door. he heard the quiet footsteps, the light spread in the hallway; y/n stands there with nothing just a towel around his perfect body. eugene have never seen her whole exposed body, but he didn’t needed to - he just knew that y/n was pure and ethereal in every way. but what he saw right there, right then, that spun the whole world around his head. 

blue, green and yellow-purple bruises, cuts abused her skin, across her collarbones, her shoulder-blades, scapulas on either side, even above her breasts, and didn’t seem them end above the towel. jesus fucking christ, the words almost slipped from his lips, and then, he looked up in her eyes, seeing again those forming tears, the awful obscureness, the sight of the doomed flowers. like a brooke, questions flooded into his mind: who dared to do this? and when, y/n really is in a abusing relationship? or… did she this by herself? stitches began to tear up in him, stitches that covered and bandaged the anxious thoughts. 

“eugene, wha-what are y-you doing… here?” y/n stuttered, tried to deny eugene's gaze. the guy inhaled, trying to converge his mind-storm into one simple ask. 

“nothing, i just…” he squeezed his hands, looking down at them. now or never, gene. just help her, she need someone. she needs you. “can i talk with you?” 

now it was y/n’s time to stare at the floor. but after some edgy minutes, she spread the door, inviting him into her smooth, soft room - i would so exciting, probably the most exciting night of eugene’s night, but now, he only felt pure will to comfort her, be with her only for just a half an hour, or the whole night. 

“no, uh- yes, yes, you can. sit down, on-on the bed… or i don’t know, i change my clothes, five minutes.” 

“okay, i’ll wait.” he said with the most measured tone, but that sounded so affected, i’ll wait, hm? you could have say something more promising, idiot. that five minutes was the longest five minutes of eugene's life, he almost began to expect that y/n never gonna come out. but then, he saw as she step out from the bathroom, the white, clean nightwear suit her perfect body. her legs were covered with bruises too; eugene's nose almost wrinkled at the sight. but when y/n stopped at the bathroom’s doorstep, he wanted to make him feel safe. 

“do you want to sit down too? i can stand, if you don’t want me to sit on your bed, or-” but then, y/n looked up at him, with crosses arms -the faint light highlighted the bruises, they were just painful for the eyes, and in eugene’s state, for the heart too. 

“gene, i… i guess i know what you want to talk about. and i-” y/n took some steps forward, stumbling in one place. 

“you don’t have to, i just wanted to help, you know, uhm… oh, shit, that’s not my table.” eugene muttered, but suddenly, he heard a little chuckle. the small giggles rolled from her lips, making his heart twitch. 

“don’t worry, gene. nobody’s gotta take that table.” y/n sat down next to him, her spine bend a little bit, now looking like a broken statue. 

“but what if i want?” eugene's hand slowly snaked for y/n’s, he didn’t wanted to scare her away from himself. he lightly touched her silky skin. “i don’t want to push you, but i know that you aren’t okay. and if you want to talk about it, or not… you know, i’m here.” eugene shook his head; maybe it was a mistake to come here. what if y/n wanted to forget her problems, and now he came and wrecked down her walls? 

a loud, flutter-full sigh came out from her, bringing eugene’s mind back to the earth. the sigh was so heavy and large, both of them felt the escaping weight of the sadness. and that exhale let flood all the exhaustion and sadness from y/n. the tears, like big, fat raindrops fell down from her aching heart onto her hurt thigh and knees, shoulders shaking like thin feathers in the rough wind. eugene didn’t knew what to do, look at her sad, tear-stained face, fingers gently wandered on y/n’s shoulder, hugging her like the most secure blanket, brushing her used, sorrow skin, whispering so little and promising, false things like “everything’s gonna be alright”. 

after the first wave of anxiety, y/n began to pant, tiny, quiet huffs flew in the semi-cold air. eugene wanted to grab a tissue or something, but y/n winced and looked up at him. 

“please… c-can you stay with m-m-me? not even for the w-whole night, i d-don’t want you to get tired b-bec-cause of me.” how could he say no to that? y/n’s small ask was the biggest, loudest scream for help in this moment, or even in eugene's whole life. how could he say no to his angel? 

“i stay with you as long as you want. no more, no less, anything you want.” he whispered, gently grabbing y/n’s hand, pulled back the blanket for both of them. she crawled on the bed, eugene slipped out from his boots, laying down beside her. and then suddenly, y/n placed her head on his chest, sniffing quietly. eugene stroked her hair, twirling the smooth locks around his fingers just like in a dream. 

“can you promise me that you gonna be here in morning too?” her tired,  muffled voice crashed the silence, eugene closed his eyes, placing the softest kiss on her hair. 

“i promise, love.” 

and in his heart, he wanted to keep this promise forever. 

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

Hey! I was wondering if I could request some headcanons about how the Easy Co. men would react to someone else flirting with their crush or their so? I adore your writing, thanks sm in advance! 🤗

♡ 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ♡

dick winters shows nothing special, but on the inside he burn in annoyance, but instead of going there and punch the guy in the face, he slowly walks into your direction, and listens to the other with attention as you, but when he have to take a break, richard interrupts in the conversation and drags you gently somewhere else, calming himself that you are his. 

lewis nixon gets immediately jealous, that’s not a question, but he just sit there, watching you and the guy, commenting every move what he does, rolling his eyes when the other opens his mouth. if dick is around him, he bitching about the guy, but being satisfied, and a little bit surprised that you sit down next to him. “i only interested in your drink, lew” you say, making him satisfied.

eugene roe never gonna let you know, but even if he knows that you don’t gonna leave, he always nervous as fuck, that’s why you always sit beside him, and if someone want to come, he can come, but you are always with eugene. and that’s what eugene fucking loves and respects in you. 

ron speirs acts like he don’t really care, talking along with the others, but always watching you and your chatting partner. ron’s alarm turn on and begin to ring immediately when he catches that the boy tries to hold your hand, but then he sees that your pull yours off, a heavy calmness spreading in his chest, thinking that “that’s my fucking girl, fuckers.”.

joe liebgott is always with you when you want to, and when you don’t, he’s the most annoying pain in your ass - even when you talk with someone else. he always ready to push away the guy or wraps his arm around your wrist, your waist, your shoulder, anyhow, but the other little shit just have to know that, even if that annoys you. and if you try to spat at him, the make-up sex is guarenteed ;)

george luz is everybody’s sweetie pie, and when this sweetie pie he sees that one guy sits down next to you, thinks that “oh, she found someone better, isn’t she.”. he watches as the boy grabs a cigarette and offers it to you, hell, the cigarette-sharing thing is yours, so when you point at george and the guy looks at him above his shoulder, he smiles and tries to reassure himself, also taking a reminder to repay this to you somehow. 

carwood lipton isn’t the jealous type, but when he sees that the other one begin to become more and more comforter by your presence, he stands up and walks there, placing a hand on your shoulder. you look up at him, and when you brag about how sorry you are, giving his hand a little squeeze, telling him without words that you only interested in him, and no one else on this planet. 

when johnny martin sees that somebody else is talking with you except him or his friends, the green eyed monster wants to break out, but he modifies himself and tries to behave. bull or guarnere always notices this, grabbing johnny’s shoulder tells him that he don’t need to worry, but if the guy goes too far, he ready to grab your wrist or pat your hair to show what belongs to him. 

babe heffron says nothing, unless you two are on your own at night, sitting or laying next to each other, you stroke his face while he stands up with his questions like “did you liked what that guy did to you?” but feels awkward right after he asks it. needless to say, he loves to hear your giggles and promises that you never gonna leave him. 

bill guarnere raises his eyebrows at the thought that someone tries to get along with you, maybe laughs a little bit. he abso-fucking-lutely trusts you, but when the event and the chat is over, he always showers you with kisses, gives you little pecks just to hear that how much better he is than the others can never be.

joe toye never stays on his ass if he notices or hears that someone flirts wih you, he always march there and hugs your waist, and when the other guy realizes that what’s going on, joe laughs cockily and tosses “seriously, just get out of our way.”. and when he turns to you to answers, his first thing is that he kisses you on your lips passionately. 

floyd talbert tries to destroy the other guy, even if you give him a sign with your ebow that he don’t need to, he don’t care. if the other tells a joke, he always gonna tell a better one, and don’t stop until the boy don’t give up or you don’t end the chat and ask him that what the hell was that. if you are really angry and he’s extra insecure, sure as hell that the night ends up with an argument (or make up-sex awe). 

if you miss someone from this list, tell me and i’m gonna add him (◕▿◕✿)

~bye bye♡

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

heya, love your writing! I was wondering if you could do a headcannon list about a chubby or bigger reader and what their partner likes most about them? Either for band of Brothers or the avengers c:

ohgoosh thank you so much for the request

♡ 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ♡

dick winters, eugene roe, david webster, babe heffron, carwood lipton and donald malarkey would be the company of support - if someone tells you something bad about your body? they beat the guy (women not, they’re still gentlemen honey). if someone laugh at you? they beat the guy. if someone just look at you with a grimace? baby, can you hold my supplies? i gotta show this guy that hell isn’t just an after-die place. they would always tells you how beautiful you are, stroking your arm or neck, ruffling your hair while placing his hands on your thigh. when you are insecure about your body, they spin you around and whispers in your ear “but you are perfect like this, darling, why would you change?” 

george luz, bill guarnere, joe toye, floyd talbert and shifty powers are the cheeky but angelic ones - when they see that you’re not satisfied with your body, they would place sweet jokes about your loveable body on every point of the day. these guys loves with their everything, don’t care about what others say about you, but if it’s some really hurtful comment, he sends the actual person to hell, even if you say that it’s not that significant, he grabs your wrists and kisses your knuckles, than your hand; enjoying the soft, smooth skin on your body - “babygirl, please. this people is an asshole, you don’t deserve people’s words like these. but you know what you deserve? me. and you know what i need? you. that’s all that matters, honey.”

lewis nixon, ron speirs, joe liebgott, johnny martin and buck compton would be the daddy ones - and that’s sure as hell. their death would be when they pull you in their lap, or when you stretch out in the morning, revealing your beautiful features. the words ‘fat’ and ‘huge’ are not invented in their dictionary, they only can think ‘ethereal’ and ‘goddess-like’ about your body and your soul of course babycake. oh, and of course they will spend the time with admiring you, even your insides, even your surface. these boys want to give you everything, buying you dresses and jewelry what highlights your curves. when they notices that you feel harmed about your body or somebody told you something really really rude, “don’t worry -  they're dead already, sweetheart.” 

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

ღ 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 - 𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 ღ

words count: 680 

(based on the song ‘fire in my soul’ by oliver heldens)

he just saw her, standing there in her PT uniform, grabbing her gun like clinging into her lifeline, the fear in her eyes give him the hardest times, black eyes from pain and fear glimmering in pain. he wanted to think back about the blissful, quiet nights in aldbourne or toccoa, when they had enough time for each other, stroking and calming her with just his fingertips; even her soft skin on her pretty, angelic face, even her sore skin on the inner thighs, making her legs bounce. 

touch me like you never touched somebody before

you are made of pure dreams, mixed with champagne for sure

but now, everything is destroyed, made up with unsteady, poor stitches, loud screams break the deathly silence after one new shell fire, for medics, for some help, for anything. and blood, oh, blood is everywhere, covering and enfolding the white snow, the men who’s laying on the ground as cold as the frosting air, even alive, even dead.

he remembered her words, even if she ran from him between with tears streaming down her sweet face, staring down at her best friends’ corpses, dragging by her arms -so rough touches, like some tight rope around the body that don’t let her breathing free; leaving him alone in the chilling forest, alone in the most painful statement. the easy company has been now far, far away.

“just remember the blessed times, ronnie. even if i’m beside you, even if i’m million miles away, okay? just remember.”

and he remembers. the cozy nights with the starry, dark sky, the warm bodys next to each other, the luscious, blurry mornings close to her, soft whisper leaving the bamy, chapped lips at 8am, only snuggling closer to her between light blankets, the fresh air tickling his back as he kiss his sensitive skin on her neck. 

do you ever wonder how good life could be?

you don't have to wonder, just be next to me

but she’s not here, she’s away, with other soldiers, who can’t save him. only he can save him, only he. he wants to be her only safe place, her little, flowery, silky field with lovely birds and charming clouds on the baby blue sky. 

he gotta go along; to find her, to be again with her. to give her soft kisses, little pieces from the field.

but now, the world’s on fire, the guns and weapons smoking from the fatigueless, hard fight; everything is fucked up. but he gotta go on, gotta stand up after he hit the ground, just for her. set the fucking world on fire, fucking nazis, you can’t drag me down, not if only one of you is alive. 

there's a fire in my soul, it's the gasoline in you

make me burn out of control

he grabbed his machine-gun, pulling down the trigger. the prisoners, like just some poor leafs in the autumn days, falling down on the ground to the sound of loud typewriter, massacring down them in pure anger. the heat parching up his skin, but he doesn’t stop. don’t stop until he kills all the nazi fucks. don’t stopping until he arrives to haguenau, laying down with her on his bed. 

“are you listening to me, honey? oh, i know that you are now far, far away. but please when i gonna need you, please be there with me, ronnie. you know i need you, even if you are here. gosh, that’s so sounds like a girly shit… but… it’s true.” 

there's a fire in my mouth, only you could put it out

come on over put it out

he’s gonna be with her, caging her in one bear hug and one warm coat; swiping her tears off so fatefully that their doesn’t gonna dear to appear again, keeping her so warm and secure just like in heaven, kisses in her hair tangling while the rain pours down on the window. 

don’t stop until he save her.

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

send me requests (imagines, headcanons, ideas etc.), i make the preferences with everybody (maybe in two parts but that don’t matter) uwu because the boredom eats up me from inside duh (◞ ‸ ◟ㆀ)

[easyimagines]

hi, please could i have a ship? i’m 5’8, i’m rlly socially awkward. sometimes i blush when people look at me lol. i like roller skating and playing the piano. thank you so much :)

Skip Muck! I get the feeling he'd have a blast if you taught him how to roller skate. I say roller skate because I like to think he'd have too much trouble with roller blades and decide the skates were close enough. Muck would ask you to play the piano for him and ask you teach him bits and pieces every once in a while. He'd actually practice the songs, too. He teases you sometimes by looking at you when you're doing something and see how long it takes you to notice because he thinks you're cute when you blush.

[easyimagines]

Hey! Are you still doing ships for BOB? If you are, I'm 5'3, I have brown hair and brown eyes. I'm a Southern Jew. I'm confident and more on the popular side. I like swimming, internet trends, fellow vegetarians, eco friendly things, helping people, sushi, Netflix, and hanging out with a close group of friends. I hate rude people and racist/sexist people and the US government currently. Xoxo!

Winters! He'd love going swimming with you and he's one of politest people to ever live. It might take a while, but I think you could talk him into trying sushi. He'd be happy to learn about Jewish traditions and the religion in general. Also, just imagine the fun of a relationship between someone 5'3 and someone 6'1.