#JEALOUS AND ANGRY SPEIRS BUT STILL SOFT FOR HER???

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5 / 21 with Ron because You Get It.

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Angry/Jealous Kiss with Ronald Speirs

i wrote this while listening to Poison by Alice Cooper and man did it set a scene for me so we're calling this little ficlet..

To say there was tension between Captain Ronald Speirs and Lieutenant Y/N L/N would be a complete and utter understatement. Both parties made sure to express to everyone that what they held for each other was a sense of dislike, one that took over every sense of their being when they were around each other, which was often, as two officers of Easy Company, but it has always been said to never judge a book by its cover. The two officers were interesting beings and outwardly seemed almost complete opposites of one another, one who hid his emotions so deep in himself that he could be considered heartless, while the other had hers on her sleeve for the world to see. The one thing they similarly shared was their pride, and god did it rear its ugly head when they were together.

Y/N was a woman deserving of her rank, having worked hand and foot to obtain the level of respect she received from the enlisted men and officers alike; a respect she felt was severely lacking from only one man. Ronald Speirs was a man of reputation, and boy did he fight hard to create the image he was viewed as. He wasn’t in it for the name per se, though of course it was certainly an added bonus, yet Y/N made it aware that she found that hard to believe. From the judgey eyes she constantly found loitering in her directions, combined with the numerous times he had snapped at her in front of the men about things such as chatting to them in passing or spending too much time with the enlisted, the woman held bitter thoughts of the man. Perhaps this made her bias towards speaking on his character.

In addition to that, she found the man’s way of doing things unnecessary and down right stupid, meaning she looked for any way to criticise his ability to be praised for the smallest of thing. Perhaps it was simply because she too had worked herself to the bone, putting herself on the line on multiple occasions and yet received nothing more than a clap on the back for it. Ronald Speirs was put on a pedestal for all the world to see and received every benefit from it while she stood below, craning her head just to snarl up at him.

The real problem came in to play that night, and as a lot of acts of chaos begin, it started with a drink. Y/N was much like Buck had been, the labelled rank she had been given was hardly able to sway her from joining those men off duty for a drink while they stopped by in a town in Switzerland. Much to the enjoyment of her soldiers and friends, the woman had let loose for the first time since before the war, the alcohol lingering in her brain like a pretty haze of clouds. 

The woman in question was leaning on Floyd’s shoulder for support as they drunkenly giggled through their shared conversation. Luz held her by the opposite shoulder, worried she might tumble off the bar stool if she tilted any further from her seat, yet a fond grin was pulled to his lips as he rolled his eyes at her antics. Y/N felt free, more so than she had in so long, the weight of the world seemingly falling from her shoulders the more she spent with the men. 

Captain Speirs sat in the corner of the bar, Nixon on his left and Welsh on his right, both of whom were watching the twitch of his lip as his gaze lingered on the two men pressed against her. They shared a glance, a knowing look passing over their faces before they turned back to their friend. 

“You know, one of them just might spontaneously combust if you glare any harder Ron.” Nixon quipped, raising an eyebrow at the man as his head whipped to him, the look of denial in his eyes alerting the intelligence officer of the words that were about to tumble from his lips. Yet no words came as he glanced between his two companions, sensing from the looks he was receiving thst there was going to be no way out of this. He simply huffed, shrugging his shoulders before wrapping his fingers around the lukewarm beer that had been sitting in front of him untouched for a good while. His knuckles turned white and his fingers seemed to flex and twitch around the glass as he turned his glare to the table, and one could say it was almost a pit that seemed to rise to his face, like that of a child getting their favourite toy taken off them.

Y/N was finally starting to settle down from her boisterous laughter, her hand still clutching at her stomach to try and apply pressure to the stitch that cramped her belly. After a moment, she too reached for her glass, though of course hers was much more empty than that of a certain captain’s. She took a large gulp, savouring the crisp drink while her ears tuned in to a new conversation the men had been having that she seemed to be only partially involved in. Luz’s voice sounded from beside her causing her eyes to flicker to him, yet the haze of the alcohol seemed to make her mind fuzzy as she caught a glimpse of Speirs over his shoulder. She quickly looked away from him, but had looked at him long enough to notice his eyes set harshly in the table in front of him while the other two officers beside him cackled away to each other.

The woman let her eyes linger on George’s face as she felt the conflict build up in her, clenching at her mind and trying to take control of her while she thought of Speirs; damn intrusive thoughts. It would seem she didn’t win her battle as her gaze slowly fluttered over Luz’s shoulder and back to the man behind him while she took another sip of her drink. The cup hid her wandering eye, covering the fact that she was blatantly staring at the flexing fingers that had been firmly wrapped around his glass. Her lips left her own pint glass as her bottom one was pulled between her teeth, nibbling gently at the soft flesh. The captain’s gaze hadn’t moved, but she watched as his hand left the beer on the table and moved to his face, his thumb rubbing along his lip while he stared off into space. She couldn’t help it, the man looked so calm and she could even say beautiful when his facial expression softened, showing that fact that his mind was drifting off. Y/N didn’t even realise she had been chewing furiously at her own lip until she pinched the skin a little too hard causing her to jolt slightly. As if sensing it, his gaze flickered to her immediately, taking in the way her fingers brushed gently against her slightly bleeding lip before her eyes moved back to him.

The two almost froze as they stared, like dear in the headlights, yet as people known to be fierce and well put together, they both snapped out of it quickly. They’re faces both held what some could say was indifference, but there was a swirling storm wreaking havoc in both of their heads as they refused to be the first one to back down from this staring contest. What people didn’t know is that there had been a game of cat and mouse going on between the two for a while now, one that even they couldn’t decipher, and though they’d both figured out why, neither seemed to be prepared to act on it; until now.

Y/N almost jumped at the feeling of an arm being wrapped around her waist, her eyes instantly moving away from Speirs to look at Luz, who had stepped closer to her, a look of concern pulled over his face.

“You alright there sweetheart?” He questioned, to which she just smiled gently, her mind clearly sobering up from that short experience of shock she had prior. The woman nodded, twisting her body to the side so she could lean on George, which was the only way she could stop herself from back to the captain sat behind them.

“Yeah Georgie, I’m better than alright.” She replied before tuning back into the conversation with a small squeeze of the man’s hand to show that he acknowledged her answer. What she would have seen if she had turned back was that of a fuming Speirs. His lip was struggling to stay pressed together as the upper one twitched with irritation while his fists curled into themselves, his fingers digging into the palm of his hand as he did. He had had enough as he stood suddenly, ready to walk out and neglect the drink he had nowhere near finished, deciding that the alcohol he’d had prior was giving him enough of a buzz; of course that was a buzz of annoyance and spiked anger. He looked back at the other two officers at the table, both of whom were looking at him in confusion as well as amusement.

“You alright there Ron?” Welsh asked before taking a swig of his beer, hiding the smirk that was pulling at his lips. The man didn’t nod at this, just let out a huff before stepping away from his chair to leave.

“Think it’s time I go and sort some things out before tomorrow.” He almost snarled in reply, the anger gripping at his chest and squeezing so very tight as his eyes caught a glimpse of Luz’s hand on your waist. Nix followed his line of sight, the smirk he already had becoming even bigger as he looked back at Ron.

“Want us to send L/N to help?” The intelligence officer said teasingly, the sentence causing a giggle to rise from Welsh’s mouth beside him. Ron went to snap back at the comment but he stopped himself, thinking it over a bit in his mind. He took a second before clearing his throat, his fists still clenched tightly at his side as he raised his chin up slightly higher into the air.

“Yes, that might be helpful, thank you Nix.” He replied cussing both men to pause their giggling, though the cheeky grins never left their faces. Nixon shrugged before taking a sip of his drink, leaning back in his chair further.

“Alright, whatever you want boss.” The man said, to which Ron just nodded before turning on his heels and storming out. Almost every eye in the room followed him as he disappeared in a flurry of heavy footfall, his gaze as cold as ice as he glanced around the room one more time. He caught yet another glimpse of Y/N pressed up against her friends, a little too close for his liking. His head snapped forward to stop himself from doing something he’d regret, and once he’d exited the door he closed it with purpose, his grip on the handle being extremely firm while another huffed breath left his mouth.

Y/N and the rest of the men continued staring at the door even after it was closed, no sound echoing around them as everyone held a similar confusion as to what just happened. No one would question it though, seeing as Speirs was a very mysterious man, one that no one would ever think of pissing off intentionally. The conversation slowly started back up again, though she struggled to pull her gaze from the door until she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned, coming face to face with one Lewis Nixon who stood behind her with a sloppy smile on his face, one that was clearly created from the several glasses of hard liquor he had consumed that night.

“Hey Nix, can I help you?” The woman asked with a grin, giggling slightly at the drunken man in front of her. He stumbled slightly as he leaned toward her, yet she caught him with her hands on his arms while she too leant forward so he wouldn’t have to.

“Ah yes, you can help me. We’ll actually not me, Captain Speirs. He wants to see you.” He muttered into her ear before giggling. Her eyebrows pulled together in confusion at his words, but a deep pit of worry soon followed as her brain connected the dots of him storming out.

“Uh yeah, I guess I’ll go now.” She replied as she stood, throwing an excuse over her shoulder at the men when they asked where she was going. “I’ll be back soon, promise.”

The air was cold as she stepped out into the fresh night air, the chill nipping at her skin causing a faint blush to cover her cheeks and nose. Her eyes scanned the area outside before falling on the lit up end of a cigarette by the side of the building, and she could make out the shining tank on his jacket as he inhaled again. The woman took a deep breath and squared her shoulders off before walking over to him, her arms crossing over her chest.

"You wanted to see me Sir?" Y/N asked, to which he rose his head to look at her. He took another puff of his cigarette before dropping it to the ground and stamping it, rather aggressively one could say, into the stone beneath his feet. He didn’t say anything, only gazed at her while tilting his head, a look of thought crossing over his face again. “Sir?” She called again, confused as to what he’d need her help with, especially when he wasn’t saying a word. She took a few steps closer to him until they were only a metre or so away, his eyes cast on her with every movement she made. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and shimmering in the dim light of the street lamps. They held each other’s gaze for several moments before he looked away with a humourless laugh, one of his hands coming up to run through his hair in frustration.

“You infuriate me woman.” He said finally, his tone seemingly cold yet it held a touch of something else that she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Her eyebrows drew together while her head pulled back towards her shoulders, taking offence to what he had said.

“Excuse me? I don’t quite understand what’s happening sir.” Y/N almost stuttered but she held firm and steady in the end, refusing to let his words take her own from her. He laughed again, this time taking a step closer to her, his eyes set upon her so intensely.

“I said you infuriate me.” He spoke again, taking one more step as he finished speaking, causing her to take a step back as well. The woman blinked several times, too lost in what he had said to realise he was still stepping towards her until her foot caught the wall behind her as they neared the side of the building. Her eyes flickered behind her slightly, realising she had nowhere to go as she refused to take one more step to be backed into a wall. Her eye turned back, looking up at him as she cleared her throat.

“You infuriate me too sir.” She replied defiantly, nudging her nose into the air to try and show her confidence in the matter, even though the growing proximity between them was making it harder to breath. He hummed lowly, but didn’t say anything else as he stopped moving towards her, though his eyes were still set on taking in every detail of her face.

“You’re too friendly with the men.” The officer said suddenly, and she had to control herself when the urge to roll her eyes came in full force.

“Sir, if I may, we’ve been over this before. They are my friends, yes, but they respect me as much as they need to, and maybe even more. That’s more than I can say about some people.” Y/N replied, the anger bubbling up under her skin as she thought of all the times this obnoxious man had tried to tell her to stop being so friendly to the enlisted men.

“And by ‘some people’ you mean me, Lieutenant?” Ron said with the smallest of smirks, his eyebrows raised in mock question as he stared down at her. She readjusted the position of her head as she crossed her arms even tighter over her body and cleared her throat again, her temper ready to boil over.

“Actually yes, I do sir. Because I’m here working my ass off for no reward at all while you could be out there making a cup of coffee and someone will congratulate you on how amazing you are.”

“It’s nice to know I’m so highly thought of.” The man replied, his smirk widening.

“Ugh, this isn’t a joke sir. You need to get off your high horse. Seriously, it’s annoying how you get everything you want with the snap of your fingers.” Her voice held such resentment, though it wasn’t focused on him, merely her lack of the treatment he got for doing anything. Speirs let out a huffed snort of air through his nose and she watched as his pupils blew several sizes bigger while he looked down at her. He took a step forward, almost pressing their bodies together if it weren’t for the fact that she’d stepped back into the wall, a quiet yelp of shock coming from her lips. His eyes were like that of a predator stalking it’s prey as they looked at her so intensely while he took that finally step to her, the space between them now being almost nonexistent.

“Not everything I want.” He practically whispered to her and she couldn’t help it as a shiver ran down her spine at the husky tone of it. His eyes set on her so carefully didn’t help, if anything it made her palms sweat and her heart race, something she couldn’t deny at that very moment.

“S-sir?” She stuttered out in slight shock, completely aware that the game they had been playing was quickly coming to its end. She inhaled sharply as she felt two hands grip at either side of her hips, the same fingers she’d been staring at 20 minutes ago were now digging into her flesh and god did she enjoy it.

“You really do infuriate me. And then you push me even further by letting everyone be so close to you but me. It’s like your taunting me, and it’s driving me insane. You drive me insane.” The man continued his previous remark, and the other officer felt as if the oxygen had left her body, her eyes widening while she stared up at him.

“Well, it’s mutual.” The words had slipped out of her mouth without her thinking, yet she wouldn’t have even had time to cover her mouth and apologise for her out-of-order remark before his lips were pressed against hers. She hasn’t been ready at all but the woman didn’t hesitate to kiss back, pushing against his lips just as harshly as he was to hers, as if they were still fighting this never existent battle between them. Her hands moved quickly to his hair, tugging at the soft strands as she wrangled to pull him as close to her as possible. His own hands were still on her hips, pushing with such force that she should be concerned she might end up falling through the brick wall behind her, yet she relished in the feeling of being handled so passionately.

His hands gave a particularly hard squeeze, his fingers digging into her warm flesh as he savoured the feeling of her being so soft under his touch. She let out a moan when he slipped his tongue into her mouth, the kiss becoming more frantic as they grasped at each other like they were in desperate need of affection. Ron groaned into her mouth when she bit at his lip, both their eyes opening as she pulled away, a cheeky smirk on her face. His eyes glistened at he stared down at her, happy that he had finally shown her why he didn’t like the men being around her so closely.

“I get it now. You want me all to yourself huh Ron?” The woman questioned teasingly, her tongue dashing out of her mouth to lick her lips absentmindedly.

“I honestly don’t care how close you are with the men, with reason of course, as long as I get the attention that I deserve as well.” He replied, his eyes flickering between her eyes and her mouth.

“‘Attention you deserve’? Who would have thought that scary, intimidating Ronald Speirs was needy for a little love.”

“Only if it’s yours, then yes, call me needy.” He confessed, his eyes shining with mirth as he looked down at her, opening his mouth to say something else before he stopped short at the sound of the pub door opening and closing. He glanced at her to stay quiet for a moment as he stepped back out into the light when he heard the footsteps getting closer. The man moved around the corner fully, leaning against the wall to cover any sign of the woman still pressed against the wall around the side of the building, one who was still trying to catch her breath from the dizzying experience she had just had. His hands moved to pull out a cigarette when his eyes found Talbert’s, the latter man walking towards him with a look of recognition on his face.

“Captain Speirs, Sir, sorry to bother you. You haven’t happened to have seen Lieutenant L/N walking around have you?” Tab asked, a slight tone of concern on his voice. Ron lit his cigarette before taking a long inhale, the smoke creating a large haze of cloud as he blew it back out before answering.

“I can’t say I have sergeant.” Tab looked slightly deflated at the comment but he just nodded his head.

“Oh well, thank you sir.” That was all he said before he turned on his heels and wandered off into the night towards the house he knew Y/N was staying in. Ron’s eyes followed him until his figure disappeared into the dark before he heard a giggle erupt from behind him. He took another drag of his lucky strike as he rounded the corner again, his eyebrow raised at the woman who stood laughing to herself, still in the spot that he left her. He took several steps to get back to her, stopping just shy of their previous proximity.

“‘I can’t say I have sergeant’, what a little liar you are Ronald Speirs.” He liked it when she said his name, so much so that he reached out to grab her hips once more, pulling her away from the wall and into his arms, the cigarette abandoned on the floor as he did. His lips found hers again, moulding together like they were meant to be there, made to be there, kissing this exact woman. He smiled against her lips when he felt her melt into his arms, and any tension that was there before had blown away with the wind as she relaxed.

“I could get use to this.” She whispered when they pulled away, their lips still brushing together as her mouth moved. Ron gazed down at her for a moment before chuckling, his hands giving a playful squeeze to her hips.

"Careful there Lieutenant, you almost sound like you enjoy my company."

"Well I mean, seeing as I did just have your tongue down my thro-" The woman didn’t get to finish her words as his hand came to cover her mouth.

"Alright, alright, get your ass outta before your little buddies come looking for you again." Y/N let him hold his hand there as he talked, her eyes flickering to it and back to him on multiple occasions as she thought of them on her, in any way that she could. She popped her own dream bubble to surface back to reality when she realised he’d been staring at he with amusement, a single eyebrow raised in acknowledgment of her flickering eyes. He let her go from his grasp, stepping back to allow her room to walk around him only for her to not move.

"Awh, you don't wanna be seen with me, is that it? How dare I tarnish the great Captain Speirs' reputation by making him soft." Y/N teased with a toothy grin to which he leaned down towards her once again, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"You make me anything but." He replied with a smirk as he nudged his nose against hers, his hands squeezing at her hips tightly. She rolled her eyes at the meaning behind his words, hiding the fact that she was screaming on the inside, her stomach seemingly doing flips within her body.

"Careful there Captain, you almost sound like you enjoy my company." She mocked the words he had spoken to her earlier causing Ron to roll his eyes at his cheeky little woman.

"Unfortunately." He replied with an annoyed look, though the playfulness was clear in his tone. Y/N smiled at him, her eyes trailing all over his face as it shone in the street light, and she couldn’t help it when she leant forward to give him one last gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. She watched as his eyes fluttered slightly before she stepped back, a warm feeling of endearment cocooning her entire body the longer she looked at him.

"Bye Ronnie." The woman said as she walked back off into the night to find where Tab had run off to, but not before giving one last glance over her shoulder at him. He smiled at her, one that was full of affection and happiness, not at all the same man who had angrily and jealously stomped out of the bar in a huff. She knew then, regardless, she would take him either way. Her left eye dropped in a wink before she looked back towards her destination, a soft schoolgirl smile pulling to her lips as she reached up to brush her fingers agains them, completely and utterly in bliss from what had just occurred.

I should piss him off more often.

[hbostolemysoul]

Band of Brothers fluff alphabet: Carwood Lipton

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

The Army was a rough place, even if you weren’t a woman. You had met some genuine a-holes (*cough Sobel*). So seeing how Lipton treated the men was a breath of fresh air, Winters was a saint too, but there was something about Carwood specifically that drew you to him. He was stern when he needed to be (heaven forbid there was rust on anything), but he also had this sixth sense when it came to supporting the men of Easy. You almost felt bad for paying so much attention to a married man, but you figured a small crush that you kept hidden from literally everyone (yes, that includes you Luz) wouldn’t hurt anybody.

Lipton hadn’t noticed you for the first week of training at Toccoa, in his defense none of the other men realized there was a girl amongst their ranks until Sink inquired about your wellbeing to Winters. Safe to say the men were shocked, you had this uncanny talent when it came to flying under the radar. After that day Car couldn’t help but to notice you. Sure you were quiet, but you were determined and never complained. You took Sobel’s shit better than some of the guys, and if nothing else that was admirable. You also had this innate ability when it came to lifting the guys spirits, seeing you smile and laugh with them warmed something in his heart.

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

When Carwood enlisted he had caved to the pressures of home and married his long-time girlfriend. It seemed proper as he was going off to war and should anything happen it was only right to make sure that she was taken care of. It was funny, he thought that being away from her would be harder, but he felt relief. As the war went on the guys would occasionally rag on him about his wife, and about him being married. This happened often when he would accompany them to one of the bars on rare weekends where they could keep their passes. It had never really bothered him until you became a permanent blip on his radar. Keeping his head down and you at arms length seemed to be the safest option.

It was in Bastogne that he received a letter from his wife. She was pregnant, which under any other circumstance would have been exciting to him. Except he had been gone for well…years. The divorce papers were signed through overseas lawyers. His marriage had dissolved, but he couldn’t find it within himself to take the ring off. It weighed his hand down like led, the cold metal itching his finger. It wasn’t that he was attached to the thing, or even to his ex-wife, but taking it off would bring about questions from the men and while his marriage ending hurt, he couldn’t take it upon himself to share something else unpleasant with the men. They deserved better than that. Regardless of how he was feeling making sure the men were in a good headspace was important. Making sure you were in a good headspace was important. It was in that moment he realized for the first time that his thoughts of you were not accompanied by the stinging guilt he was used to feeling.

You stumbled upon him not long after, sliding down into the fox hole next to him you asked if be was okay. Simply nodding he looked at you, and without thinking he told you about his wife…ex-wife, the baby, the divorce. You sat silently and listened. When he looked into your eyes there was a silent fury )how dare she cheat on someone as amazing, kind, thoughtful, selfless and selfless as Carwood). He placed a hand on your shoulder, breaking you from your thoughts. A small smile crossed his face, and that marked a shift in your relationship.

You had both managed to somehow keep your feelings hidden until Austria. Upon receiving news that the war was over a massive weight was lifted from everyone’s shoulders. The boys were running around the baseball field laughing and roughhousing, your eyes found Carwood’s smiling shyly you nodded at him before Bull picked you up and spun you around like a doll.

That night Carwood found you sitting outside your billet, looking up at the stars. He found a seat next to you, and like many other nights you two sat in companionable silence. His hand accidentally brushed yours and you both jolted then shared a laugh. You took the next step and placed your hand in his, instead of the possible rejection you were expecting his hand tightened its grasp on yours.  

You had been sent back to the States at different times but had managed to keep in touch through letters. Eventually you found yourself in Huntington, Virginia. A ring on your finger with a mother in law who adored you.

You found out you were pregnant around the time Carwood had finished his engineering degree at Marshall University. It hadn’t been much of a of surprise, well maybe less for you than him.

You two had talked about having children, and he had expressed some concern over his ‘ability’, the scar on his thigh a painful reminder of his insecurities. With some encouragement from you, he agreed to start trying. It had taken about a year of trying (not that either of you were complaining) but it was more than worth the wait to see the smile Lipton gave you when you shared the news.

On a cold January morning, you gave birth to baby Lipton. They were born on their due date, and in a staggering 9 hours start to finish.

(Baby Lipton was punctual AF)

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Lazy Sunday mornings are probably your favourite time to cuddle. There is no urgency when it comes to waking up, you two can just hold each other as your slowly wake.

There is something so beautiful about seeing Carwood in the morning light.

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

You two like to see movies together. During the war it was one of the things you both looked forward to the most, and while its not quite the same without Luz shouting the dialogue in the background, you both still enjoy getting lost in the on-screen story.

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

“When I say I love you, I don’t say it casually. I say it to remind you that you are my everything. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me in this life”

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

Carwood knew he had feelings for you back in Toccoa, but they had been easy enough to brush to the side. His promise to his wife, and his duty to the men a motivating factor in trying to keep his head in the right space. These were sentiments you shared. You had been given conditions in which you had to follow strictly, for you to continue to train as an enlisted man.

Starting a relationship with an NCO was not an option. Not for either of you.

Things between you two didn’t change until Bastogne. While you had a good working relationship with Lip, you two tried your hardest to avoid any personal talk. It was easier that way.

When he opened up to you about his ex-wife, and the circumstances surrounding his divorce your body filled with white hot fury. Carwood was probably the best man you had ever had the pleasure of knowing, and the mere idea that someone would betray him in such a manner had you hating her almost as much as you hated the damned Krauts. His hand coming to rest on your shoulder, and the soft look he gave you reaffirmed the fact that in this moment you were so screwed.

You felt like the wall you had been building over the past few years finally broke open, there was no going back.

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

Carwood is a fairly big guy, he has a lot of power behind his movements should he choose to use it. But he would never hurt you.

When your relationship is new Carwood is almost hesitant when touching you, almost as if he is afraid the force he is used to exerting while fighting will somehow come through and hurt you.

It’s something that you were worried about too. You had gotten into some unfortunate situations throughout the war and had to use your bayonet and fists to fight for your life a few times.

It was a learning curve for the both of you, going from using your hands to love versus survive.

But you both got there eventually.  

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

Both your hands are calloused and rough from the war. Holding his hand for that first time under the moonlight in Austria felt right, familiar.

The roughness and warmth of his hand in yours soothing every harsh memory and thought that had ever crossed your mind.

As time goes on your hands slowly begin to lose their roughness, as do Carwood’s to some extent. Although there is one particularly rough patch along his thumb that you find your fingers running along from time to time.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

He was surprised as hell to learn about a woman in Easy company. But in his defense literally every other member of the 101st had been surprised as hell.

He had been worried until he saw you building comradery with the men, and the way you blazed through training. You were a determined little thing, and he felt something akin to pride the first time you hit a home run in a game the companies played against each other back in Toccoa. Dog company had been angry as hell, but when he looks back on the memory with more focus he thinks that Captain Speirs may have given a proud grin, briefly of course.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Jealous isn’t the right word, envious maybe. Carwood mostly felt this way during the war. Seeing you laugh and bond with the men brought him some degree of comfort in knowing that you had found your place among them. It also made him sad that he had to keep his distance, there was something truly beautiful about being the one to make you smile.

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

You did. The men were stepping into the jeeps to be taken to the dock. Carwood and the other NCO’s and officers were there as well. Wishing each of the men all the best on the journey home. You were pretty sure Major Winters had steadily been passing out his mailing address in order to keep in touch with the men.

You had been saying your farewell to Captain Speirs when Carwood approached, Speirs shot you a knowing look before stepping aside to (scare the shit out of) say goodbye to Luz.

He gave you a shy smile, you two talked for a few moments until someone in one of the jeeps laid on the horn, the steady screech causing you and Lipton to jump briefly.  

Saying goodbye had been hard, and well if the look in your eyes matched Carwood’s then this was not the goodbye either of you wanted.

Grasping the strap on your duffle bag a bit closer you cleared your throat,

“Seeing as this is the last time I will see you as my First Sergeant would it be alright if I…kissed you sir?”,

A quick flush covered both of your cheeks, he gave you a shy smile before nodding.

“I think out of all the times in the past that I wanted to kiss you, now seems most appropriate Y/L/N”,

With a grin you stood on your tip toes pulling Carwood into a gentle kiss. The moment would have been perfect had the entire company not started cat calling the both of you a mere second later.

You both laughed and rolled your eyes as Carwood pulled you close to his chest. Peering over his shoulder you saw a peculiar exchange. In which you mean you saw a smug Speirs collecting cash from a grumpy Welsh and sputtering Nixon. Winters just shaking his head and laughing next to them.

Maybe the moment was perfect after all.

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

He does. On his way home, his train happened to pass close to where you lived, he had figured this out a month or so in advance and you two had been able to work out that he would come visit you for a few days before catching his next train home.

Walking off that train and seeing you waiting there for him was one of the most beautiful moments from the last few years. Within moments you were in his arms, pressing soft kisses to his face as he held you tight.

The words flowed so easily from his mouth it almost didn’t feel like he had spoken at all,

“I love you, I’ve always loved you”.

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

He has many. One of his favourite memories though has to be when you berated Speirs for cutting his hand on some, “stupid Nazi flower pot”. Speirs had muttered under his breath about “calling an officer sir”, all of which came to an end when you shot him a look nearly identical to the one Doc used when he was pissed. Carwood hadn’t seen anything phase the infamous Speirs up until that moment.

He was damned proud, and thoroughly amused.

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

In the colder months Carwood’s cough comes back with a vengeance, and while the doctors don’t seem to be too concerned unless he spikes a fever, you are still plagued with the memories of almost losing him.

During these months you seem to collect or brew all manner of teas that are said to help ease a troublesome cough. While Carwood finds it amusing to see you, hair mused, trying to decipher a deeper meaning from the remedies Eugene has sent you, he feels touched that you care so much.

He is a lucky man.

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

You remind him of fireworks, something he find incredibly beautiful, but that at one point scared him based on the intensity of his emotions.

You are the brightest, most beautiful thing that has ever entered his life.

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

Carwood calls you Hun, from time to time. It took you some time to adjust to being called something other than your rank or former last name, but Hun seemed to suit you just fine.

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

Carwood had these old cufflinks of his dads. He has never worn them, but he keeps them in this small box inside your jewelry box.

He doesn’t have many memories of his dad, as the accident happened when he was still so young. But sometimes when your children ask about their grandpa, he will pull them out and share what little bits of memory his still has about his father with them.  

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

When it is just the two of you, you try to bake together. Granted neither of you are natural cooks, so more times than not the recipes turn out to be a disaster, but you have lots of fun regardless.

Once your family grows you two begin to bake with your children, but as your oldest grows they begin to teach you and Car how to do things proper. It is a pleasant surprise to have an up and coming chef in your house.

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

Neither your or Carwood like to dwell on being sad, so you two often brew some coffee or tea and try and talk. Most of the time will be spent leaning into the other, the comforting presence of the person you love helping to heal those old wounds you both still carry with you.

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

During the war you and Carwood would talk about the men, shitty weather, how Luz needed a haircut, war tactics, how Luz needed a babysitter, how Carwood was Luz’s babysitter, oh shit where was Luz?

After you two have settled into your life together your conversations turn more to mundane everyday things, how was work, are the kids doing alright, did you hear Luz is getting married?, Oh shit really?, she must be a patient woman, what do you mean Speirs is coming to visit next week?, wait why is half of Easy company going to be at our house on Saturday, you do realize I don’t have nearly enough pillows for all of them, shit we need to go and get more pillow. Like I said, normal, every day, mundane things.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Carwood likes to sit down with your children and do honestly whatever, board games, puzzles, homework. He just enjoys spending time with your children, giving them the memories, he didn’t get with his own father.

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

Carwood is not a flashy man, unlike Nixon who is the embodiment of a human peacock, Carwood is content with being humble. He is just thankful that he gets to come home to his family everyday.

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

His proposal came shortly after you came to visit him in Huntington for the first time. You had both discussed getting married and had come to the realization that it would happen soon. So, when he pulled out a ring and got on one knee you were as ready as you could be, even though happy tears stung your eyes.

You wedding happened to be a lager affair. With Carwood’s fanbase consisting of the entirety of Easy company, having a small wedding was nearly impossible. it also didn’t help that a majority of that ‘fanbase’ had been rooting for the two of you to get together since Aldbourne.

While you and Carwood exchanged vows, the men of Easy shed more tears that the both of you, Speirs would never admit it, but he may or may not have…had to tell the men to pull their shit together, tears were for the weak (before he turns away and rapidly blinks back his watery eyes. He knew he should have had his tear ducts removed during the war).  

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Found - Trenton

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

Yes, Carwood has definitely thought about marrying you. He has been married before, and unlike last time he wants to make sure he does it right. That it is a day that both of you will remember and cherish. He doesn’t want it to be a rushed affair like it was the last time. You deserve more than that.

Although in your defence you would marry him in a muddy field if that was what he wanted.

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

You two end up getting a dog, a neighbour of yours had a litter of puppies, and the way your two-year-old child giggled and wrapped themselves around the patient puppy kind of sealed the deal for the two of you.

(I think this is the longest fluff alphabet yet – 7 pages 3344 words- I have a problem)