#how many times am I gonna use this gif of Speirs

[bellewintersroe]

Ron Speirs x Fem reader.

Part 2 - the link for part 1 will be linked at the end :)

I’m not sure how many parts this will have, I’m just really in the mood to write about Speirs and this specific scenario! I’ve chosen to give fem reader a name of Jenny, idk why I just watched Forest Gump and it sprung to mind hahaha. but anyway, tw, mentions of sex, sexual references and tension, swearing, drinking, oral, fraternising in the army (big nono) and a little mention of reader feeling sad/ worried…

May 16th 1945, Zell am See, Austria:

Austria was beautiful, it was scenic and relaxing. The harrowing trauma’s of war was now a sour, lingering memory that none of us could quite shake. Germany and here were the closest we’d been to home in a long time, so on my days off I’d tried to make the most of what relaxation was again. When my mind wasn’t so plagued with the horrors of war, and I wasn’t treating the few injuries there was out here, there was something else, much more personal, filling my mind. And that of course was Captain Ronald Speirs.

Ever since our encounter in Germany, I’d avoided him at all costs, our interactions were slim to none. Well, I say that, but the lingering eye contact and shared glimpses across the room became a lot more prominent in the week since we’d slept together. I worried that he wouldn’t want to look or speak to me, that I was just some drunken fun, which I understood, that didn’t hurt my feelings. But the thought of him not wanting to speak to me or interact with me made me overwhelmingly anxious every time I was in a room with him. “Why do we even need anymore of these patrols anyway?” Betty muttered, trailing behind me as I chewed on the inside of my cheek worriedly. “Cos we’re an occupational force now, be lucky we’re not actually the ones patrolling, they coulda’ easily put us back treatin’ all those poor souls in the camps.” I shuddered at Helen’s worlds, the thought of heading back to those camps was enough to set me into a raging fit of horror. There was six of us army nurses left, Elizabeth was taken off the line due to a bad wound to her left leg, and Alice, my closest friend, was killed back in Bastogne.

“Mmmmh, yeah, I suppose.” Betty uneasily replied, my feet kicking on the grassy floor with a firm pout spread across my face. “What’s up with you?” Mary, the chief nurse then nudged up besides me. My head snapped up, shaking out of my moody daze. “Just wonderin’ what they’re gonna tell us in here.” I chewed on my lip. It wasn’t particularly a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth as well. “Oh, you know, the same old.” She squeezed my arm out of a small gesture of support. Oh, if only she knew the truth. She’d be slapping the back of my hands. The only person I’d 10000% trust with this news was Alice, she’d tell me exactly what to do, but she wasn’t here. “Fun.” I forced a half arsed smile, the six of us scrambling inside and joining our platoons. I was now the sole nurse for second platoon, whilst that didn’t mean much now, back after Bastogne and in Haguenau, the pressure I felt couldn’t have been any worse. What was even more fun, was when I walked in, I realised we were being briefed by Speirs, our commanding officer. Fuck, fuck, fuck. My face was as red as it could be, and every time his eyes landed on me I averted my gaze. It wasn’t feelings I harboured, or at least I didn’t think, I just felt insanely awkward and he was so insanely attractive. Flashbacks filled my mind of when we slept together, the way he was kissing me, how he was holding my face. Oh my god, my stomach would fill with butterflies each and every time. I’d then feel guilty for allowing such dirty thoughts and images to fill my mind, especially in a room of people, but I couldn’t help it. “You’re quiet.” Joe Liebgott nudged me, again, startling me out of my daydream. “Uh?” I answered a little too loud causing a few people to glimpse at me. Oops. “Oh, I’m just listening.” I whispered, hearing Joe attempt to hold back a snort of laughter at my lie. The moment of complete serious had me holding back laughter as a soft giggle escaped my lips, my hand moving up to stop me from giggling further. Worst of all, when I looked up to see if anybody had noticed, I made direct eye contact with Captain Speirs. That was the only thing that could destroy my laughter quicker than it started. His brows almost twitched at my laughter, but he was quick to divert his attention elsewhere. Great, now he probably thinks I was laughing at him. “Don’t.” I whispered, nudging Joe in a fake annoyance for setting me off.

“I didn’t even do anything!” He muttered back as I flashed him another amused smirk before turning back to the front. Eye contact with Speirs, again. Fuck. My face twitched out of awkwardness before turning back to my lap. “You’re making me laugh.” I uttered out, avoiding looking at the boy next to me who would make me cackle. “Not my problem…”

The meeting was soon dismissed a few minutes later, and I was relieved to get out of there, ready to scurry off until the request of my name almost made me jump out of my skin.

“Uh, Nurse Carmine, would you stay back for a minute, ma’m?” It was Captain Speirs. Joe nudged my arm in a way to say ‘good luck’ before he left with the rest of the men and women. “Yes, sir.” I politely responded, lingering on the edge of the table as he didn’t wait for the last people to exit the room. I don’t know what came over me, but the urge to laugh and smile was too strong. I grimaced my smile back, desperate to not burst out in nervous giggles. “Are you okay?” He asked unexpectedly, my head lifted to see him standing right there in front of me. Ugh, why did he have to be all handsome and brooding. “Yeah, I’m good, sir. Are you?” Again, I remained as polite as possible, acting oblivious to what happened between us the other week. Maybe if I act like nothing happened, then I could actually act somewhat less awkward around him. “Yeah.” He breathed out, moving a little closer which made my breath audibly hitch. He gave me a funny look before grabbing some papers and handing them directly to me. “Oh.” I awkwardly spoke, “these are yours, and I wanted to ask if you’d fill in instead of Nurse Johnson tonight? If I’m honest we need someone with a little more experience.” He looked directly into my eyes when he spoke to me, it was more than I could do, hell. “Oh, okay. Is there something bad planned tonight?” I gently asked, my hands gripping on the table besides me. Ron’s eyes slightly glanced down me, and I didn’t know if it was intentional or if I’d made it up in my head, but it still somehow turned me on stupidly fast.

“No, but it’s a Saturday night.” He inhaled. “Men are getting rowdy and there’s too much alcohol loose, I’ll give you all of next weekend off in return?” A smile once again grew on my face. “Sure- I mean, thank you sir.” I corrected as he flashed me a small smile. “I’ll see you tonight at 10, checkpoint is same as always.”

Nine hours and lots of pacing later, I was stood with the rest of the men gathered for the patrol. I didn’t really like being the only girl, I liked my girl company, but three years in the military really strips that away from you. It turns out Captain Speirs was right, as always, there was plenty of drunken men coming in with the most stupid accidents until the early hours of the morning. It was safe to say I was exhausted by the end of it, luckily none of the casualties were fatal, Spina and I had done a good job of patching the men up and I was pretty proud of the two of us.

I’d taken a shower before leaving that night, just as I’d gotten all ready for bed, I’d remembered I’d left my bag in the field hospital. God knows who could’ve snuck into the tent at anytime, so I had to rush back out in the darkness, alone to retrieve my things. I was dressed simply in my small night gown, with a large jumper hugging around me for protection against the nippy air of the cool Austrian night.

Rummaging around, I was relieved to find my bag exactly where I left it, nothing had been looted or moved but- “oh my god!” I was startled to the core when a figure snuck into the tent besides me. Spinning around defensively, I noticed it was only Captain Speirs with a stunned expression on his face. “Why are you still in here?!” Once he seemed to calm from his shock, he questioned me, walking over to where I was stood. “I left my bag, I-I had to run out to get it.” The hand on his gun fell when he realised it was only me. I was a little stunned by the fright in his voice, but I figured after being on edge for years, it was hard to rid the feeling. I knew it all too well. “I thought you were-“ he cut himself off, shaking his head. “I thought you were a Kraut.” When I least expected it, a soft laugh escaped his lips. My mouth was still hung slightly agape, a borderline forced giggle left my mouth. “Do I look like a Kraut?” I very slowly asked, a hint of playfulness covering my voice as I stepped closer towards the exit, and therefore closer to him. “In the dark, maybe.” He muttered out, clearly joking. “Well I’m offended.” I giggled, twisting my hands together as I glanced back down to them. “You shouldn’t be.” He muttered, as I felt him stepping a little closer to me. Instantly, I felt like I was on fire, I swallowed the anxious lump in my throat, nerves making me fidgety, as when I looked up he was a lot closer to me now. “I shouldn’t?” My gaze roamed over his face, tilting my chin up so I could face him better now. Ron shook his head as I held my breath, anticipating whatever the fuck was about to happen between us. “Thank you for doing this tonight.” A shy smile grew on my face as I shrugged, “it’s fine, honestly. Wasn’t that bad.” The way I was gazing up to him must’ve practically been oozing desperation, I hoped he got the hint, because I could feel myself getting more hot and bothered. There was so much tension between us, lingering around in the darkness, and whatever I was overthinking before suddenly seemed unimportant when he was stood there looking so handsome. Ron stepped closer, head dropping down to my level as he gently lifted a hand up to my hip, leaning down to kiss me slowly, yet deeply.

God, the action was so smooth, he had me melting into him within an instant. The kiss was a lot less of a mess compared to the last drunken one, I hadn’t kissed somebody sober in years, so it almost felt foreign to me.

I hope I hadn’t forgotten how to kiss, oh my god. A singular hand resting on the back of my damp hair, made me hum a little against his lips. He was such a good kisser, moving his lips against mine slowly. Only when his hands ran down the small of my back, over my hips and back up to my waist did I doubt what I was doing.

“Captain Speirs, sir, I-“ I jumped back, pulling off from the kiss as both our hands remained on one another. “Mmh?” He genuinely seemed confused, concerned, it gave an innocent kinda look to him. “What’s wrong?” He then panicked, hands sliding off me as I glanced around the empty tent, lost on what to say. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“ he began to step away, but I prevented him when my hand landed on his shoulder.

“Wait-“ I whispered, moving back up to kiss him once more. We shared a few small kisses, borderline pecks, until the kiss became passionate once again. “Are you okay?” He asked, once again, I found it a little funny, him striking up a conversation in the middle of this. We’d spoken more in the past 2 minutes than we ever had. “Yeah.” I muttered against his lips, nodding into the kiss as I felt myself stumbling backwards, back pressing against the edge of the table top. Pulling me upwards, and into his body, Speirs rested a hand on my lower back and I could slowly feel my inhibitions becoming none existent as I continued to make out with my commanding officer.

All worrying thoughts aside, it actually felt dirty and fun, like a little secret- our secret. And that turned me on. The way Speirs’s manhood was already hardening for me after just kissing, I questioned if he’d been feeling like this about me all day? I had flashbacks to when I last had his cock inside of me, I began needing that so desperately again. Before I could register it fully, my hand was pushed down his pants, stroking over his erection as he panted slowly against the kiss. No words were spoken as I pulled him out of the confinements of his uniform trousers, sinking down to my knees to perform oral sex on him.

I enjoyed myself, my skills from years ago came back from muscle memory, and the sight of Speirs trying to stay quiet was overwhelmingly sexy. My head was bobbing at a fast rate, Speirs was tense and held the back of my head, taking deep breaths to prevent any moans or groans escaping his mouth. With a quick tap on the hand, I pulled off and his hand wrapped over mine, over his cock as he very quickly reached his peak and came into his hand with a shudder and a slight groan.

Slightly proud, and extremely turned on, I stood up, smiling up to the breathless man. His attention quickly turned up to me as I smiled softly. “Oh, tissues.” I quickly remembered, feeling a little awkward before retrieving them so he could clean up the mess and dispose of the tissues after. Once Speirs had tucked himself back in his pants and semi tidied himself up I felt a little awkward, knowing I probably should leave to avoid being caught by any nursing staff coming in to start their early shifts. “I gotta go.” I whispered, watching him tucking his shirt back into his uniform trousers. “Leave after me, people will see.” I informed him, his hand stroking over my hand, dropping it when I’d headed off out of the tent with a slight bounce in my walk. Holy fucking shit- how and why had that just happened, if I was in a torn mindset about it before, now how was I supposed to feel?!

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heres the link for part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/bellewintersroe/714865960607236096/i-dont-think-hitler-would-mind-us-staying-here?source=share

part 3 should be more interesting than this, this is just a little filler chapter.

[softguarnere]

Alone, Together

Ron Speirs x reader

A/N: I heard that @brassknucklespeirs needed a pick-me-up, and I am here to deliver. I hope that things get easier soon, babe 💕

Warnings: slight angst

For fall, it’s warm and the sky is clear. Ahead of you lies the sprawl of trees and fields that finally bump up against the distant, smoky looking mountains and their blue haze on the horizon. They are becoming harder to focus on as darkness creeps in and a few twinkling stars appear overhead as evening fades into night. It’s a peaceful place to sit, and it feels at odds with your inner turmoil. But up here by yourself, you can see why Currahee translates to stand alone – because alone is exactly how you feel right now.

Or maybe not.

You’ve sensed the presence a few feet behind you for a few minutes now. It’s not that you’re ignoring him; he just hasn’t decided what to do yet, and you haven’t decided what you want him to do.

“You don’t have to stand over there,” you tell him after another moment passes. “You can come sit, if you would like.”

Slowly, Ron makes his way over to where you sit, looking out at the Georgia landscape from the top of Currahee. He sucks in a small breath as he takes in the view; it’s one of those small things that so few are privy to seeing – one of the things that proves that Ron Speirs is a human just like everybody else.

“I wasn’t sure if you would want company.” He holds his hand open, palm up – an invitation, if you’ll accept it. You do. Once your hands are neatly fitted together, he offers a reassuring squeeze.

You shrug. Some of the bitterness has dissipated from your chest, but a few jagged slivers still shine through. “I felt pretty alone back there. I thought that I would come be alone up here.” It comes out sounding harsh, and it stands in stark contrast with the gentle landscape ahead of you and the gentle man beside you. Bitterness gives way to sadness and disappointment, softening your next words. “I don’t like being alone, though. I like having you as company.”

“Do you want to talk about what happened?”

Oh, do you ever. You climbed up Currahee wanting to scream about it, hoping that nobody would hear you but that everybody would finally listen. Now that you’ve been alone for a while, though, you find that you want something that you can’t quite name.

“I went through the officer candidacy school just like everyone else. I passed with flying colors. I’m just as qualified as the male officers. So why doesn’t anyone want to listen to my input?”

“Because they’re intimidated by you.” When Ron’s words draw out a dry laugh from you, he furrows his eyebrows. “No, I’m serious, (Y/N). A lot of the men are scared that the female officers are doing better than them. You’re doing well in training and in gaining the respect of your company, which is something that a lot of these men are having trouble with. They’re scared of you because you’re doing something that they can’t.”

Between you, your hands are still interlocked. They fit together nicely, which is something that you’ve often thought about when holding hands with Ron. Usually, you get to think about it under better circumstances. Either way, seeing how they appear to belong together like that brings a sense of comfort –

That’s it: comfort. That’s what you want now that you’re done being angry. And here it is, in the form of your boyfriend. Your boyfriend, who would be the last person that a lot of people back in the camp would expect to inspire that emotion in someone.

“You’re not intimidated, though,” you point out.

Ron only smiles. “Oh, I’m always intimidated by you. I just accept the fact that you’re a strong leader who I look up to, instead of trying to convince myself that there’s been a mistake and that I should be in your position, like some of the other men.”  

“Not questioning a ranking officer.” You nod. “A childhood in military school taught you well.”

The soft symphony of crickets slowly fills the air around you as the sunlight grows dimmer and the stars grow brighter. You should head back down to the camp. The disaster of a meeting is over, any dinner left in the mess hall will probably be getting cold, and everyone will be expected to be in their barracks soon.

As if he can read your thoughts, Ron says, “We should probably be heading back.” He reluctantly lets go of your hand and stands, offering it back to you to help you up. “Or would you like another minute alone?”

You accept his hand and pull yourself up, casting one last gaze out at the horizon before you head back down the mountain. “I think I’m ready to head back.”

Just as softly as the night around you, Ron presses a kiss to your cheek. The two of you usually race up and down the mountain, but tonight you take it slow, enjoying being alone, together.

[wwhatev3r]

I'm back >:) I was hoping I could have another easy company ship because I'm so down bad for those boys-

my body type is still the same fbfhdsh: I'm a trans guy (he/him), 5'8", reddish brown hair, hazel eyes, and I'm athletic but I have a lil tummy. I have a bigger nose due to my Italian, Jewish, and Romani decent, dimples, a phat ass (fhfhfhddjdj), and my hair is a mess of curls. (shhhh that's definitely not copy pasted)

I think I'm gonna tell you more about my shy side this time :D sometimes when I first meet people I can be very reserved. I'm still polite and will tell a quiet joke or two, but they won't get very many personal details about me other than a name (liam) or where I'm from (buttfuck nowhere wisconsin gjfhdhs). it's not that I'm trying to be secretive really, though it is fun to seem mysterious, it's just that I don't trust them yet. if someone sticks around to break down my walls though, I'll be an open book. within twenty minutes they'll know my life story and I'll probably have swooned for them just for giving me attention.

I can be very work oriented when I need to be, but I do know when to stop. usually that's when my mind starts to wander too much or I'm getting too frustrated to get anything done. usually I'll completely throw myself into one task and then crash right after. ya boy can sleep like a damn log. you will definitely catch me taking six hour "naps" if I'm able to. I still love big clothes, but stealing clothes in general is one of my favorite things. it's mostly the smell of someone I care for that makes me go feral for their clothes, but it also makes me feel like I'm someone else's when I'm wearing their clothes. (bottom behavior, I know 😔) to sum all of that up, I get very into my work, but I know how to relax and boy am I good at it.

again, no rush with this! I love your writing so much <3

This time I ship you with...

Ronald Speirs

Notes: I  J U S T  L O V E  Y O U R  E N E R G Y  S M || Alright, I was a little indecisive in this one again, but I think I got it... this time I choose someone opposite of Perconte bc why not?

Did you mention bottom? Here! *gives you Speirs* There's a dom for you. Have fun!

Okay, this man has bigger walls than you but he sure knows how to break yours (this was a little... anyway.)

I think he will stick around for terms of respect and admiration, and maybe his own curiosity

I'm 100% sure you two are in a slow burn romance

Just imagine the intense looks across the room, the little gestures he makes and ya man even gives you shit he stole

"Hey Liam, do you want this ring? No, It's nothing. It's just something that I found."

Will be a little frustrating because he doesn't want to admit his feelings for nothing in this world

Principally if you're in the Company

I mean he's very hard working and seeing that side of yours is something that he deeply respects

When you start dating, he tries his best to have time but he has a lot of paperwork

But he's the opposite, he don't think he knows when to stop

Not him calling you to his office some nights...... pffffff

Now, with this man you can for sure steal his big ass clothes

He even gave you his scarf (the one that he uses in episode 7 and 8)

I promise you it does smell like him

I believe Speirs works more than sleeps and maybe he even suffers from insomnia

His main job is to make sure you're a sleeping well, he even covers you with a blanket when you're taking a nap in a random place

You're that cool mysterious couple that everyone makes crazy rumors about

He finds your nose so pretty, he truly does (I speak for myself, I think Italian/Jewish noses are gorgeous.)

If anyone fucks with you they're fucked, he just needs to look at them as a warning

I hope you like the headcanons <3