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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
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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.”
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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:)
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.”
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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