#lieutenant speirs drabble

[lieutenant-speirs]

𝐅𝐎𝐗𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒

▸ Rᴜʟᴇs & Rᴇɢᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs

𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑠 (𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐), 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 - 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤!

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧 ▸Jᴜsᴛ Hᴏʟᴅ Hɪᴍ - Pᴀʀᴛ Oɴᴇ | Pᴀʀᴛ Tᴡᴏ ▸ Mɪsᴛʟᴇᴛᴏᴇ Kɪss

𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 ▸ Multi-Fic coming soon [Speirs/Reader/Lipton]

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐧 ▸ Lᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ғʀᴏᴍ Lɪᴘᴛᴏɴ

𝐃𝐨𝐜 𝐑𝐨𝐞 ▸"Would anyone choose you?" [WIP] ▸ I Mᴀᴅᴇ Yᴏᴜ ᴀ Vᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ - Part 1 | Part 2

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧 ▸ Yᴏᴜ Lᴏᴏᴋ Lɪᴋᴇ Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ Aʙᴏᴜᴛ Tᴏ Cʀʏ… 𝐉𝐨𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐞 ▸ Nᴇɪɢʜʙᴏᴜʀ. Fʀɪᴇɴᴅs. Lᴏᴠᴇʀs. 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 ▸ Lɪᴇᴜᴛᴇɴᴀɴᴛ Sᴘᴇɪʀs ▸ Dᴏᴄ Rᴏᴇ

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ▸ Eᴀsʏ Cᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛᴇ Hᴀɴɴᴜᴋᴀʜ

[bleedingcoffee42]

Speirton Drabble about shooting on the balcony and drunk Sparky. Maybe I'll make one of those 'Five times' fics, 5 times Sparky got drunk and the one time Lip did. IDK.

Lipton walks into the Easy Company headquarters and is almost run over by Floyd Talbert who is noticeably pissed and mumbling about ‘Dick would never’ and ‘fuck this job’.   He doesn’t explain and Lip’s here for other reasons. Dick can handle Tab, this job does not pay enough-even with the promotion- to deal with whatever drama Ron started with Tab today.

Moving through the nice house commandeered for HQ he hears laughter, drunken laughter, coming from a room beyond the main living area-–out by the balcony.  The door is ajar and he sees Gordy Carson leaning on the balcony railing, laughing.  A few more steps and Captain Speirs comes into view, holding his 1911.  Ron’s laughing too, has that soft and watery-eyed look like he’s been drinking.   The man can not hold his liquor and should not be holding a gun right now.

“Heeeeeeyyyy!” Ron says, wobbling a little, and taps Carson on the ass with the gun to get his attention.   

“Harder.”  Carson replies immediately, and gets a giggling, crying outburst from Ron who now is covering his face with his hands, gun included.  

Ron has to sit down as he’s laughing so hard he can’t breathe, not without tripping over some patio furniture on the way to the lounge chair.   Thankfully he’s still able to holster his weapon with precision and does so mid-fall into the chair.   “Lip….Lieutenant Lipton!”

“Busted.”  Carson snorts. “Again.”

“Shit, Carwood, sorry.  Forgot the noise ordinance.”

Lip raises his eyebrows.  “Your own orders? You forgot your own orders.”

“Yeah.”  Ron says and waves at the wine.  “You know what alcohol does to me.”

“Christ, Sparky, Nix isn’t the only one who has to have dick when he’s drunk.” Carson snorts. 

Ron loses it and just gives into the hysterical laughter and starts sniffling and choking on tears and snot as he’s laughing too hard.  

Lip gives Carson the look of disapproval and points to the open door.   Knowing he’s overstepped, the man beats a hasty retreat from the balcony.  Lip turns and sees Ron, a wide grin comes across his face.  He struggles to his feet and leans back against the railing. “Oh, Gordy and I were doing some target shooting because someone forgot his own noise ordinance order.”

Lip waits a beat.

Ron waves his whole arm like he’s captured a gun at Brecourt Manor and squeaks, “Me!”

Lip nods and Ron gives him a ‘get over here’ look. He walks up and he pulls him into him.  One hand goes around his waist, the other takes his hand and kisses it and then he puts it around his shoulder.   Then he pushes off the balcony railing and starts slow dancing a little, leaning heavily on Lip a lot.   “What can I do for you, Carwood?”

“We need to get you to bed.”

“Fuck me here.”  Ron snorts and tries to focus on Lip’s stern look, but can’t.  “I should be disciplined. I broke noise ordinance, and bottles.”

“Come on, let’s get you to bed to sleep this off.”

“Coming with me?”

“I have to, you won’t stay put if I don’t.”

“MMmm…”

Lip narrows his eyes at him, Ron is a smart son of a bitch.  “Is that why you’re out here drinking?  Because I’ve been busy at Battalion?”

“Maybe.”

“We need to work on the extreme measures you take when emotional.”  Lip says and moves to his side and starts guiding him to the door.  

“I take what I want but I want you and I can’t….” Ron licks his lips, “Winter’s took you away to his staff.”

“And I hope by morning you have a better explanation for what happened here than that.  Tab is going straight to him to bitch.”

“They all do.  Fucking whiners. Don’t like my orders, run to DIck.”

“Some of your orders are insane.”

“Says the guy who was trained under Sobel.”

“Says the guy who mutinied to get rid of him.”

“Fair.”

[bellewintersroe]

Band of brothers masterlist 🤍🩷🤍

Finally! Here’s some direct links to my work so far :)

All boys: general hc’s:

Platonic BoB x reader - angst. Easy boys reacting to seeing their lady lieutenant for the first time. Easy boys x reader how they react to accidentally upsetting you.

Easy boys x reader the morning after their first time. Easy boys x reader the morning after their first time, part 2.

Easy boys x reader in Bastogne.

Easy boys x nurse headcannons p1. Easy boys x nurse headcanons p2.

Easy boys x nurse headcannons p3. Easy’s reaction to nurse reader getting hurt.

Easy boys x nurse how they react to you finding them hurt. Easy boys x reader enemies to lovers.

Easy boys x reader they see you dressed up for the first time. Easy boys x reader they see your scars for the first time. Easy boys x nurse how they react to you having fun in the water.

Easy boys x reader they take care of your baby alone for the first time.

Easy boys x reader how they react to you going MIA.

Part 2.

Easy boys x reader how they comfort you when you’re overworked

Easy boys x reader sleeping with them after a long time 18+

Easy boys x reader how they comfort you when you feel guilty/ traumatised.

Ron Speirs:

Protective Ron Speirs x reader. Snowy Days, Ron x reader.

British girl x Ron headcanons - Ron being in a relationship with a girl from Britain.

Ron Speirs x nurse! OC multiple part smut - when celebrations reach a high in the eagles nest, who knew their hook up would be more than a one time thing?

Part 1.

Part 2.

Part 3.

Part 4.

Part 5.

Part 6.

Part 7.

Ron Speirs x ArmyNurse! OC mini series - Margaret ‘Maggie’ Emerson, an army nurse attached to the 506th parachute infantry regiment, finds herself growing closer to her company’s captain, Ronald Speirs. With war drawing to an end, a side to the mystery that is Captain Speirs is revealed. Both Maggie and Ron have a difficult time resisting their attraction to one another.

Part 1.

Part 2.

Joe Liebgott:

Joe Liebgott x reader x Talbert smut. - you, joe and Floyd have some fun on New Year’s Eve in a foxhole. Joe x reader x Talbert smut p2- Joe and Floyd finally give you what you’ve been waiting for…

Untitled Joe Liebgott x reader Drabble. Joe Liebgott x reader angst- the two times Joe doesn’t want to see you and the one time he does.

Joe x reader x Shifty - a request for how Joe would react when he’s in love with you but you’re with Shifty.

Gene and Liebgott Headcannons - when they think they’ve lost you for good but then you reunite with them days later, worse for wear.

Joe Liebgott smut - reader becomes slightly dominant over Joe (request).

Joe Liebgott x reader - You and Joe are ‘best friends’ that occasionally mess around… Joe’s feelings are revealed to you when he defends you from a rather nasty D-company soldier.

Babe Heffron:

Babe Heffron x oc smut- Babe and OC spend some well deserved time together.

Eugene Roe:

Quiet Confessions, Eugene x reader smut - as the title described, quiet confessions between Gene and reader. Sympathy for the Enemy, Gene x oc - oc struggles with hating the enemy, especially when some of them are just boys. Gene comforts her when the inevitable happens. Vocal Gene x reader smut- Requested by a reader! Gene is obsessed with you and expresses this through being vocal in the bedroom… Friends to Lovers, Eugene x reader smut - you and Gene are friends for the longest time until one night that changes with a steamy exchange whilst walking home…

Gene x reader headcanons - just some headcanons on how your friendship turns into a relationship throughout the time during the war you spend together.

Gene and Liebgott Headcannons - when they think they’ve lost you for good but then you reunite with them days later, worse for wear.

Floyd Talbert:

Floyd x reader smut - Floyd and your tension reaches a boiling point after two years together. Liebgott x reader x Talbert smut - threesome.

Liebgott x reader x Talbert smut p2. - threesome continued!

Talbert + Christenson headcanons.

James ‘Moe’ Alley:

Alley x oc was nurse! Jenny. Headcanons of their developing relationship throughout the war.

part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5.

Skip Muck:

Skip x reader - mutual pinining - friends to lovers arc. Lewis Nixon:

One night stand, Nixon X Reader - after a long night of boozing you and Captain Nixon wake up besides each other, shocked by your actions of the night before.

Chuck Grant:

Chuck x nurse reader headcanons.

Chuck Grant x reader smut.

Alton More:

More x nurse reader headcanons.

Alton more x reader general headcanons.

Alton more x Nurse!Reader smut. Shifty Powers:

Joe x reader x Shifty - a request for how Joe would react to being in love with you but you’re with Shifty. Pat Christenson:

Christenson x reader fluff - pat comforts you after Grant is wounded. Christenson + Talbert headcanons.

Dick Winters:

Dick x reader headcanons - on how Dick steals Sobel’s gf.

[ferally-ships]

hi :) are you working on anything rn?

Hi Sweet Anon! There's a small list..and given you came to my personal blog, which is a mess of multiple fandoms, I'm not sure which fandom you came from so I'll give you a run-down...

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒: @lieutenant-speirs ▸ Lᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ Pʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ (Lɪᴘᴛᴏɴ); 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. ▸ Sɢᴛ. Mᴀʀᴛɪɴ x Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ Cᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ (Pʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡ ʜᴇʀᴇ); 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. ▸ Sick Lipton, Caring Speirs (This idea) 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 ▸ Malarkey Needs a Hug drabble (𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @liebgotts-lovergirl) 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 ▸ Asks in general - 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋: @hitman-two ▸ Amazing Grace content (Doc Bryan x Grace) 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. ▸ Brad Smut (Requested twice!) 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. ▸Ray or Walt request 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. ▸ Brad x Reader (Female Reporter) request 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 - 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍: [𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜]

[latibvles]

Hey Lex, it is so funny to see how Ron copes with those little childish jealousies of his about Dais and Lieb. I've pictured this scene where Nixon is brazenly eyeing Daisy (bc he senses she's the apple of Ron's eye) and then asking Speirs 'btw, Lieutenant Clarke...' How would that end? ; ) If you wish <333

okay so I was initially gonna answer this just as a regular QnA but ... writing a Drabble about it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. So tonight we present: instigating Nix, oblivious Daisy, and a very disgruntled Ronald Speirs below the cut.

Lieutenant Clarke — how many times had he heard that name since reaching Holland?

If he was being completely honest, he’d heard it before Holland too, technically. He’d heard her first name, “Daisy” in passing from some of the NCOs, heard Captain Brant talk of her kindly, that sort of thing. Putting a name to a face came later down the line, in Holland; a pretty woman with dark eyes and dark hair and the same disposition of the girls his mother used to introduce him to at dinner parties. The calm, collected types, who didn’t wanna be there either. From what Lewis could gather, she was kind of like those teachers everyone liked in grade school. Pretty and nice, and from his own observations, one of those women who took her job very seriously.

He’d seen an illustration once, in a newspaper, of some nurse overlooking a wounded soldier titled GI Angel. It seemed like Lieutenant Clarke was trying to live up to that — everywhere at once. If there was a wounded man, she was the first one there, treating him. In that way, she reminded him of one of their medics, Eugene Roe, who always seemed to be right there when you needed him. It also explained how so many of the men knew her name, and had opinions about her.

Lewis prided himself on his knack for knowing things and noticing things, and in these situations he tends to feel a little bit of pride in his own watchful eyes.

So he already knows that the nurse has garnered her fair share of attention from the men without meaning to. He already knows that despite their closeness, Liebgott and her probably have nothing going on. Just like he knows that Dick’s gaze has been fixed on Captain Brant since Aldbourne, last December — even if he can’t admit to that himself quite yet.

And he knows that right now — this impassive, neutral look on Ron’s face is about as soft as he’s ever seen the man, and it’s a look directed towards no one but the pretty dark-haired nurse talking to a woman with freckles and light brown hair. Kegley, Lewis recalls, remembering Captain Brant calling for her at some point when they were in Uden.

He likes to think that he knows Ron fairly well at this point; they'd spent several months together when he got moved to staff after D-Day, preparing for this very operation. He’s never been the most expressive guy, but his tongue was sharp and he was damn smart too, much more bearable than some of the men Nixon had been dealing with up until that point. Lewis’ gaze falls back to Clarke. She’s got blood on her clothes and on her hands, helmet tucked under one arm and nodding along to whatever Kegley’s saying with an intense kind of eye contact that also reminds him vaguely of Ron. But then the woman breaks out into that lovely grin, and even from their distance he can make out the faint sound of her laugh.

Next to him, he hears Ron let out a sharp exhale through the nose. A lightbulb goes off.

“So Ron… what’d you think my chances are?” Ron turns to look at him, and he watches for a moment as Ron’s gaze turns back to Clarke, and back to him.

“With what?”

“That nurse,” Lewis states, “The ah… one on the left.” Another double-take from the Lieutenant, and then—

“Lieutenant Clarke? No shot.” He says it definitively. Lewis then turns to look at him fully, feigning confusion at the response.

“And why do you say that?” Ron’s brows knit together, and he bites his lip for a moment, before narrowing his eyes.

“Don’t you have a wife, Nix?”

“Hasn’t stopped me before, Sparky.”

“No woman in their right mind is gonna sleep with a married guy,” And it's subtle, but Lewis can make out that sort of ardor in his voice that suggests it’s more than just looking out for a nurse he hardly knows. Lewis smiles in spite of Ron’s smoldering stare. If a look could kill, Lewis would probably be dead. Luckily, he’s gotten used to Ron’s hard looks.

“Didn’t think you’d care this much. You interested in the angel over there? I don’t see a ring on her finger. But I bet you already knew that,” Ron says nothing, but he doesn’t miss the way the man’s gaze falls on the woman again, lips pressing into a thin line. She’s none the wiser — throwing her arm around her friend’s shoulders, jostling them as the two women exit out a different door. Only then, as the door shuts, does he seem to snap out of his trance. He returns his attention to Lewis, still half-scowling.

“It isn’t like that. Did Mihok bring you that intelligence report or do I actually have to do everything myself?” But Lewis only grins wider as Ron waits for his reply, with arms folded across his chest.

I think it’s very much like that, Ronald Speirs.

[softspeirs]

Author’s Note: Hi, it’s me, certified Ron Speirs Trash TM. Have some soft-but-pretending-to-be-rough-around-the-edges Speirs drabble for your Tuesday morning.

It’s rowdy in the Officer’s Club - it’s always rowdy in the Officer’s Club - and Ron heaves a sigh before heading through the open doorway, looking for a familiar head of shockingly red hair and the brunette always attached to his side.

Once spotted, Ron makes his way to Dick and Lewis, grumbling at an errant elbow as he makes his way through the crowd. “Gentlemen,” he says gruffly. 

“Speirs,” Nixon greets, a cigarette in one hand and glass in the other. “Thought you got stood up?” 

“I did,” Ron says, dry. “Thanks for bringing it up.” 

Dick shakes his head, rolling his eyes. “She’s not standing you up.” 

“She’s not here, is she?” Nixon asks, always helpful. 

“Please shut up.” 

“Sobel put her on mess duty,” Dick says quietly, leaning in so they’re not overheard.

Even Nixon pauses, drink halfway to his mouth, scowling. “That’s one way to pretend she doesn’t exist.” 

Ron’s mouth is pulled in a tight line, shaking his head. “It’s bullshit, and he knows it.” 

“Thank Christ,” they’re interrupted by her familiar - yet irritated - voice. “Nix, be a pal and get me a drink, will you?” 

“Thought you’d be stuck in all night,” Ron says, that still new and all consuming warmth washing over him the way it does whenever she’s around. 

“Couldn’t leave you with these two all night by yourself,” she says, smiling. “Lieutenant,” she says quietly, greeting Dick. 

“How’d you sneak your way in here?” Nixon asks, passing her a glass. If she’s caught, it won’t be easy going - being in the Officer’s Club even as a guest is frowned upon. 

She huffs, blowing her hair out of her eyes where a few strands have escaped their pins. “Where do you think I was fulfilling my mess duty?” She rolls her eyes before taking a large gulp.

Ron and Dick go rigid, and even Nixon’s eyes darken. “You’re kidding.” 

She smiles bitterly. “No better way to remind me how much I don’t belong here than to make me serve him drinks all night.” 

“Jesus Christ.” Ron swears, feeling, not for the first time, the urge to go find Captain Sobel and let him know what he really thinks of him - weak and pathetic man that he is. 

“Leave it alone,” she whispers, her presence a soothing balm at his side. “I’m here after all, aren’t I?” 

Ron exhales hard. “Give us a minute?” 

Dick nods. “Ron--” 

“Yeah.” Ron interrupts. “Where no one can see. I know.” Another unspoken rule he’s growing rather tired of. 

Outside, she follows him around a corner, both of them reaching into their pockets for a cigarette. “Sorry I was late.” 

“I knew you would be. Didn’t know you were on duty, though.” 

She rolls her eyes. “Sobel gave me a dressing down during the last hour of PT. Dog had already been dismissed by that point. You missed the performance.” 

“Your mouth is going to get you in trouble,” he replies gently, though inside he’s amused, if a little concerned that she’s going to end up taking it too far. 

“Already did, L-T.” 

He watches her in the glow of the moonlight, admires the curve of her neck and her strong posture, the way she looks like a beacon, drawing his attention the way she has been since the day she got off an Army jeep and was introduced by Colonel Sink. 

He caught her and three of her fellow WACs running the obstacle course one night after light’s out when he was on guard duty, and even then she stuck out to him - pushing her friends to go faster, to be stronger, her hair falling out of it’s regulation pins and the quick smile she sent in his direction causing his heart to skip a beat. 

He’s in trouble. Deep trouble. 

“I should say something,” he says. 

She snorts. “To who?” 

He shrugs, his bravado leaving him at the sight of her grin. 

“Listen, Ron, I appreciate your indignation on my behalf--” 

It’s his turn to scoff in amusement. 

“-- I really do. But you won’t be doing me any favors.” 

He takes a few steps closer to her in the darkness, enjoying the way she doesn’t give an inch, just tilts her head to stare up at him. “You mean I shouldn’t demand to speak to Sink and tell him you can’t be under Sobel’s command anymore if means you’re going to leave me alone with Winters and Nixon for drinks?” 

She laughs. “I’m sure that would go over well.” She takes a drag of her cigarette, “Besides. You like Winters and Nixon.” 

“I like you a little differently.” 

She hums, eyes going a little darker in the dim light. It makes his pulse race. “Lieutenant Speirs, I think you’re being a little forward.” 

“Am I?” 

Another step closer and she’s close enough to press her lips lightly to his neck, exposed from where he had tugged his tie loose in irritation earlier that night. He resists the urge to groan, barely letting himself touch her, even though he knows no one can see them here. 

“Maybe I should ask for a transfer to D Company. I heard they’ve got a handsome Lieutenant who could give Sobel a run for his money when he runs PT.” 

“Absolutely not.” Ron says, arching a brow. “I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on a thing.” He finally closes the distance between them, stealing a kiss before she can interrupt, ending the banter between them in the sweetest way. 

Her hands reach up to grip his lapels, and he finds himself suddenly breathless. She smells like gun oil and something flowery, and he hates with a vengeance the idea of her taking a punishment because she has a CO who is afraid of strong women. 

Breaking apart, they sway together a little, Ron feeling gratified that she seems just as affected as he is. 

“Fraternizing is against regulation, Lieutenant.” It’s a whisper, the edges of her lips curling up into a smile. 

“I’ll take my chances.” 

[distractionpie]

Speirgott ficlet for @msridcully from my rarepairs drabble session. It’s actually more pre-/implied-Speirgott but hopefully that’s enough.

It's been so long since Joe has allowed himself to indulge.

In the forests around Bastogne, they were spread too thin and under too much pressure for distractions and anyway it was too damn cold to get his blood flowing enough to make it worth it. The snow stifled his urges, blanketing the whole world to a dull hum punctuated only by the artillery which rains down.

Taking Foy had been like waking up. A real action and a real victory. It hadn't lifted the weight of the war from his shoulders but it had broken through the numbness that had crept it.

Though that's no excuse for what he's doing now.

It's probably unwise to be giving an officer the eye. He‘s always kept his fooling around away from anywhere he might be recognised though he's let himself look at the other men in the company on the grounds that he could laugh it off if he had to. He wouldn't be able to make a joke of it if an officer got the impression he was thinking untoward thoughts.

And Joe's thoughts would make many a fella's hair curl.

He doesn't mean to let his mind wander quite so much but he's not had anyone but his hand to occupy him since before he shipped out. He was sure the limey's must have had places like the ones he went to back home, but it hadn't felt worth the risk then. He regrets that now, when he's so pent up he feels like he could burst with it.

All those millions of guys in the army and he had to end up under an officer who's just his type.

Of course, Speirs had been around for a while, but he'd just been a figure of myth for Joe before. The dread lieutenant of D-company was Joe's sort of soldier, but nothing more. The newly promoted Captain Speirs steals Joe's attention every time he passes by and then lingers in his thoughts.

Army life doesn't present a lot of opportunities for privacy, at least not privacy enough for Joe to get some relief. Instead he has half remembered dreams of rough hands and dark eyes, maddening but so much better than what they replace, and a daily exercise in self-control every time Speirs says his name in that low, even voice to issue another command.

He knows it's probably only his own perspective that makes it seem like it's always him that Speirs calls upon, but he revels in his place at the man's side nonetheless, savouring every private glimpse he has of the man behind the legends.

He’s just done giving a report to Lipton in a house they’ve commandeered for the officers for the night, is making his way back to the barn the enlisted men and bedding down in and he encounters Speirs in the foyer. He nods in acknowledgement, they’ve all been through too much to stand on the strictest formalities, but as he’s passing a strong hand wraps around his arm. Every instinct tells him to break away from the threat of restraint, but instead he turns to his commanding officer.

“Need me for something, sir?”

Speirs stares long and hard at him, until Joe starts to worry. He might pay closer attention to Speirs than any other man in the company, but he has no illusions of understanding the man.

“Need you? No, I don’t suppose I do,” Speirs says slowly.

“Sir?” Joe asks, uncertain.

For a moment Speirs’ grip on him tightens, then he drops Joe’s arm like it’s burning. “Dismissed, Liebgott,” he says sharply, turning on his heel and leaving Joe standing in the middle of the foyer feeling oddly bereft.

Joe watches him walk away and wonders.

[bleedingcoffee42]

Requested Reader x Speirs drabble. I was going to say I haven't really written this perspective before when I realized I now write this for Discord all the time.

Hope it's what you were looking for?

Run Currahee.  Run it again. Run it– up, down, day and night, everyday.

And you do. 

It’s not Sobel’s intention to make the company hate him, or inspire them to work on their own to be prepared for what he throws at them, but it happens anyway.  And you’re among the many who take spare moments to put in the extra work to strengthen yourself because you want this.  Bad.   You want to be a paratrooper, and you are going to work harder for it if that's what it takes.

Which means running Currahee again.

This time it’s after dinner, on a Friday night.   Lt. Winters is leading another group up and down the mountain to help with stamina.   It’s a small group, being Friday many were taking a night off.   You’re able to coast down the mountain ahead of most of them.   You come around a bend and don’t see the other runners until it’s too late.  You’re literally on top of one of them a second later, crashing into a slim dark haired trooper and sending him flying backwards into the red Georgia clay.  

You’re laying on him when Easy catches up, and as you look at the poor guy you just knocked the wind out of, the rest of the men are already circling to make sure everything is okay.   At least the trooper is good looking, if you have to hear about how you end up on top of some guy for the next week, at least it’s an image you won’t mind revisiting.  “Sorry I…”     

“Just took my ass out.”  The man laughs, heavy accent that you're not sure where to place. He's a little breathless from having the wind knocked out of him,  and then adds, “Maybe I can return the favor and take you out sometime?  Dinner?”

It was so smooth, so fast, it took the sharp-witted Smokey Gordon behind you a hot second to whistle and react.  Winters is kneeling next to you both with Doc Roe and they are both surprised by the bold request.   Your throat is instantly dry, heart rate increasing and you’re staring into dark brown eyes that go from soft and amused to suddenly wide and wholly aware of what words came out of his mouth in front of an audience.  

The laughing and teasing starts immediately, boys being boys.  You haven’t moved off the chest of your poor victim who now is hearing about how he’s getting ‘knocked off his feet’ and ‘shooting his shot’ and anything else they can dream up.   “That was really smooth, so, yeah.”

“Yeah?” He asks.

“Yeah.”  You say and roll off him, stand up and offer him a hand to get off the ground.  The tone has changed from teasing to impressed.   You haven’t taken time off, no weekend passes, nothing since your arrival.   It wasn’t the time or place for a date.   But…”Yeah.  Can’t guarantee a pass, though.”

He takes your hand and lets you pull him to his feet, then doesn’t let go immediately.  “Ron Speirs.  Charlie Company.  Lieutenant.  Uh, next weekend?”

“Yeah.”

And with that he lets go of your hand and you can see the blush tinge his cheeks that you are sure is also on yours.   Winters is up and telling everyone to get back to the run, you have time to make up.  One parting glance to Speirs and his group giving him pats on the back for scoring a date before you take off at a run, and he smiles at you before continuing his journey up the mountain.  Only then do you realize you never told him your name. 

[lieutenant-speirs]

Mistletoe Kisses;; Speirs x Lipton

Christmas time. The boys have bunkered down in an abandoned building. It's a mix of a Christmas truce and awaiting orders. So... for the first time in months the men have more than a single day to relax... Cue the idea of one of them...most likely Luz... getting his hands on some mistletoe - or a makeshift version of it... And hanging it up in a random spot. Not too obvious but not scarce enough.

A few have walked under it but didn't do anything. Particularly Winters and Nixon who walked under it... Winters looked up when the men cheered and encouraged them but Winters merely shook his head with that half-smirk of amusement on his face...

Another day goes by and who should walk under the mistletoe? Lieutenant Ronald Speirs... closely followed by Sergeant Carwood Lipton. The men all loudly exclaimed their excitement through "Ohhoo look out!" and playfully encouraged it, knowing full well Speirs would NOT participate. But he proved them all wrong as he suddenly turned and pulled his Sergeant into a kiss, crashing their lips together. Nothing romantic, nothing passionate (sadly). Everyone expected him to chicken out. He didn't. If he can run across the enemy field, relay an order to a sister company and then run back... he can kiss his Sergeant.

Straight after, he let Lipton go without a second glance and without a word. Leaving Lipton speechless, staring after him before realising that his men were staring at him. Clearing his throat to cover up his speechlessness, he rounded on his men with a playful empty threat, "You'll pay for this." "Go have a cold shower, sir." Lipton simply shook his head and tried to get on with his business without overthinking the kiss.

[lieutenant-speirs]

Quick Introduction | Everything under construction

Hello! Just a quick introduction whilst this account is under construction... My name is Charlie and I don't what happened... but I fell face-first into a foxhole and here I am. Firstly this blog isn't to be disrespectful to the real-life people of the 101st Airbourne. I've managed to separate them from the TV Persona of what we know and love on screen. If you cannot accept this, please move on. I simp hard for Speirs, if you couldn't tell by aesthetics, but in no way will I ever call myself 'Speirs' girl' or whatever. No one owns that title. We all simp equally. Be respectful. I'm here to write (when I can. I chose the busiest time of the year to join BoB fandom), and to make friends with the other lovely blogs. Come say hi! The content I will deliver will mostly be centred around Speirs, Lipton, Doc Roe and possibly Johnny Martin (unsure if there's muse there for him or not). I ship Speirs x Lipton hardcore, so you'll see content of that. And I've created a typical Medic x Medic for Doc Roe. Which has been done a thousand times before, but this is my corner where I can dump her in there. I'll work myself up to requests, one-shots, shipping, headcanons etc over time. Please feel free to leave stuff in the ask box. I've uploaded a quick idea that I wrote up at midnight a few days ago as a little drabble example of my writing. It's a little out of character but I don't care. The overall idea was sweet in my head. So yeah. I'm sure there's heaps more to say but I don't know. I'm just here to write, make friends and have fun. I'm not here to be anyone's competition. Thank you for reading this so far and I hope to see you soon! Oh! And I follow from simping-insomniac as this is a side blog.