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liebgotts-lovergirl · 2 years ago

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I posted 1,773 times in 2022

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#and i find the pov of this so interesting bc for parts of it it's like seeing 2 ppl fall in love thru the eyes of the ppl around them 🥺💖

My Top Posts in 2022:

Starry the Musical: Vincent Van Gogh (1/4)

"The sight of the starry night makes me dream"

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And to celebrate the end of Pride Month, the Duffer brothers have generously revamped a new version of homophobia just for us 🥴

43 notes - Posted July 1, 2022

Starry the Musical: Theo Van Gogh (4/4)

"You've carried me more than you'll ever know..."

45 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

Fire On Fire: Chapter 1

(Ch. 2)

Gallery II Taglist Application II Symbol Guide

Summary: With WWII raging across the European Theatre, OSS agent Alix "Pyro" Martinelli and paratrooper Joe Liebgott are forced to navigate their star-crossed romance at the worst possible time. With the knowledge that one or both of them could end up dead before the war's end, will their secret love survive the horrors that await them or break under the pressure? Simultaneously, as he prepares to send her into enemy territory, first-time case officer/handler Lewis Nixon struggles to shoulder the ever-present fear that the agent he's come to see as his little sister may not make it back alive.

A/N: Here it is!! Y'all know the drill lol, everything BoB is strictly based on the miniseries & my own headcanons, not the real-life ppl. Also pls be nice to me, this is the first thing I've written since like 2018-2019. It'll get better hopefully lol. (And yes, I'm making y'all wait for that coveted first interaction between Lieb x Alix lol bc I'm evil) 💖

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47 notes - Posted September 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Beside You (Ron Speirs x Reader Oneshot)

Pairing: Ron Speirs x Female!Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

For @brassknucklespeirs (Happy birthday, lovely!! I hope you like this💖 )

A/N: Me, using a Marianas Trench song for a ficlet? You’re damn right lol 😆

When your tears are spent

On your last pretense

And your tired eyes refuse to close

And sleep in your defense

You didn’t let yourself cry until you were alone, Ron knew that much, so when he saw you disappear into the stillness of the frigid Bastogne night, he knew exactly where you were headed.

The days of ruthless shelling by the Germans had felled several trees in the nearby area, splintering them to bits…all except one, which lay across the snow a good 8-10 feet away from the rows of foxholes, tucked away behind a steep embankment, away from view.

It was the perfect place to seek refuge for a brief second and as the company’s only combat nurse, God, did you need it. Try as he might, Doc Roe couldn’t be everywhere at once and that was where you came in.

From your first day with Easy, you’d made it your mission to get to know every single trooper so that even in the heat of battle, when someone screamed “Medic!”, you could recognize their voice in an instant and get there. You would talk to them as you treated them, about anything they wanted: their families, their hometowns, sports teams, films, whatever they needed to keep them focused and awake. These men were trusting you with their lives and you would not let them down. You were friendly, hardworking, and dedicated to your field and your company; you never let gunfire or explosions hinder you. If you were needed, you were there.

It was your warm and selfless nature that had first caught the eye of the infamous Ronald Speirs. You captivated him. How could someone so generous, so full of life, be here, in a place like this? You were an angel trapped in Hell but it didn't dim your shine, not even for a moment. You would give the shirt off your back to anyone who needed it, always the first to lend a hand and the last to quit at the day's end.

Your vitality and generosity meant that you made friends easily, something that the withdrawn and mysterious Ron so envied. Like a magnet, people just gravitated towards you, happy to bask in your energetic glow, and Ron would watch quietly from the sidelines with a goofy smile on his face like a smitten schoolboy. You were like human sunshine, a balm to his hardened & war-torn soul.

When it's in your spine

Like you've walked for miles

And the only thing you want is just to

Be still for a while

But Bastogne…Bastogne was a whole different beast, even for someone as dynamic and exuberant as you. The conditions were abysmal, supplies almost nonexistent, and tensions running sky-high.

Most of the men you treated were lovely and appreciative of your care, but some… some weren’t.

You'd first heard the mutterings after the deaths of two Replacements. One had been shot by a sniper that no one had spotted in time and the other had taken the brunt of a particularly nasty firefight. Campbell and Ulrich were both good kids and in both cases, you had done your best with what little you had but it just wasn’t enough. The wounds were too severe and you didn't have the equipment needed to perform a surgery that risky nor could you do it by yourself, on the battlefield of all places. All you could do was kneel beside them, hands bathed in blood, and whisper broken apologies for not being able to do more as they passed.

Eugene, all too familiar with this sort of loss, told you that you needed to forgive yourself.

“There was nothin’ more you coulda done for 'em, cher,” he said as he handed you half of a bandage he'd scavenged.

But in your heart, you just couldn’t believe that and neither could some of the boys.

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alyseofwonderland · 7 years ago

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I hope you don't mind an ask but I'm having a medical procedure tomorrow and I'm a bag of nerves. I love your speiroe contributions so was wondering who gets scared of something and who's the reassuring one from the two of them? Thank-you!

OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY! I was on vacation for a week and i did not see this! AHG

I hope everything went swimmingly with your procedure

A Comprehensive list of things Ronald “Fucking” Speirs is afraid of

Conversations with people he doesnt know

Gene family talking french behind his back

really deep caves

Mary Poppins

“Ron no one can actually be afraid of Mary Poppins!”

“Where do her powers come from? Who gave her such control over life, death, and reality?”

“Is this why we only own brightly colored umbrellas?”

Public Speaking

whatever Lewis was implying that one time because even Urban Dictionary wasn’t helpful

A Comprehensive list of things Eugene “I am no body’s mother” Roe is afraid of

ghosts that live in the water pipes and are clearly rattling the house

zombies

Chickens

Allegators

whatever Lewis Nixon was talking about 3 christmases ago

taking the trash out when it is very dark because velociraptors will catch him

“So a fear of an all powerful nanny god is irrational but not the idea that Velociraptors are waiting behind the garbage bins?”

“They hunt as a pack Ron! They can open doors with push handles!”

his car breaking down and getting murdered in the middle of nowhere

Ron stabbing a roomful of people to get out of public speaking

Ways to comfort Ronald “Really cool on the surface but underneath is more anxiety than a duck” Speirs

Physical affection of any sort except for PDA

a soft cat

a cup of tea

a recording of Gene crying while laughing at a video of baby sloths

remind him there is no reason for him to go cave diving ever

a book on french and subscription to rosetta stone

telling Dick to take his very drunk husband home

Let him rant about the terror on this earth that is Mary Poppins when he is drunk and never bring it up again

Ways to comfort Eugene “small but fierce” Roe

A yearly subscription to triple A

Ron’s face when he sees really bad fashion

letting his grandmother come cleanse the house and hire a plumber

never go to a farm again

there is no helping the allegator thing honestly because they are everywhere in the south, especially near water, and they can CLIMB

tea

a soft blanket

Ron promising not to murder anyone

the trash can thing can’t be cured

#speiroe #speirs/roe #speirs x roe #ronald speirs #eugene roe #band of brothers #alyse writes #ripleyandthecat #ron speirs #speirs #doc roe #speirs crack #bob au #ficlet

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brassknucklespeirs · 2 years ago

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5 / 21 with Ron because You Get It.

Pᴏɪsᴏɴ [Rᴏɴᴀʟᴅ Sᴘᴇɪʀs x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

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.

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randomfandomimagine · 4 years ago

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Flirt (Cloud Strife x Reader)

Characters: Cloud Strife

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Tags: Reader insert, gender neutral reader, hardcore flirting

Warnings: Mild violence, battling and injury

Word Count: 1,1k words

Requested by anon: Can I request a ficlet of Cloud Strife where he has a crush on the new girl (reader) in the group. How he would feel and attempting to show affection and flirt. I love your writing so much 💙

You were so distracted by the enemy in front of you that you didn’t pay enough attention to the one to your right. It didn’t help that Cloud called your name, even if he was only trying to warn you. Unable to dodge the attack, you inevitably fell to the ground when it lunged at you and pushed you off your feet.

Just when you were about to retaliate, however, ready to defend yourself, it withered before your eyes. A swift swing of Cloud’s big sword sufficed to rid you from the threat. He then towered over you, saving his sword and holding a hand out for you to take.

“You okay?” His piercing blue eyes watched you as he patiently waited for you to move.

“Yeah” You put your hand on his, and his fingers gently wrapped around your wrist to easily pull you up. “Sorry about that, rookie mistake”

“It happens” Cloud muttered with a carefree shrug. “You did pretty good”

“Thanks” You sighed and dusted your clothes, then looking up at him. “Are you hurt, Cloud?”

“Course not” He coolly crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m fine”

“That’s my boy” You booped his nose and secretly revelled in the fact that he blushed a little.

“Uh...” He muttered, raising a hand and brushing a knuckle against your cheek. “You have dirt on your face...”

It was now your turn to blush, gawking at him after the blunt move. Even if you two were relatively close, Cloud had never been so... flirty. Was he really flirting? Cloud Strife? Was he capable of that?

“Y-Yeah, I bet I look awful” Suddenly self-conscious, you tried to fix your appearance. Your fingers clumsily combed your hair as your other hand rushed to rub the dirt off your skin.

“Not really” Was his quick reply. When you stared at him, Cloud cleared his throat and changed the subject. “Do you need help?”

His hand pressed against your back and you started really getting suspicious. He had been really nice to you lately, but today especially so. He was going out of his way to look after you and compliment you. In Cloud, that was odd.

“As much as I would love you to carry me like my knight in shining armor” You teased, grinning at him. “I can walk”

At your response, Cloud began walking and leading the way. As he did, however, you heard him chuckling under his breath. It was a completely new sound for you, one which startled you.

“You just laughed! Did you hit your head?” You caught up with him and softly pressed your palm against the side of it. “Are you feeling alright?”

Back to his usual self, Cloud swatted your hand away and scowled.

“Said I’m fine” Was all he muttered as he continued walking.

You smiled to yourself, spotting his blush once more. Your suspicions only grew, and you had an idea on how to confirm them.

Cloud insisted on walking you home. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was a bit worried about you. It was hard to miss how tired you were, even he could see it. You asked him to stay for a little longer, reassured by his presence and hoping you were feeling better after you came out of the shower. To your surprise, he begrudgingly accepted. Or so it seemed, because he was somewhat reluctant to leave your side.

After the shower, feeling clean and refreshed, you did feel an improvement. You still needed some sleep after the challenging battle, but you felt much better.

Wearing your comfortable shorts and tank top, you walked back to the living room to meet with Cloud. You smiled to yourself when you found him there, arms crossed, gaze down and expression neutral as he leaned his back on the wall. The usual cool Cloud pose.

“Good as new!” You announced, causing him to look up at you.

He did a double take and paused for a moment. For several seconds, he just stood there, his lips parted in a gawking gesture.

“Oh” He muttered, his eyes growing wide as he watched you. “That what you look like normally?”

You weren’t wearing anything provocative, but your current clothes were definitely much more flattering than your usual armor. Your hair was now loose as well, looking much better than when you quickly put it up in a mess of loose strands to get it off your eyes. Besides, Cloud was used to seeing you in battle anyway. It was a big change.

“Yeah, believe it or not I’m not always sweaty and full of dirt”

“I didn’t mean...”

You laughed a little, and he averted his eyes.

“Is something wrong?”

“No, you... you look pretty”

That was all the confirmation you needed. You had never heard him compliment someone like that, not even Tifa. And there he was, staring at you again and blushing almost imperceptibly. His sudden general demeanor, bashful and unsure, was telling enough of how he felt about you.

“Thanks for everything, Cloud” Closing the distance between you, you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tight against you.

He froze, keeping his arms by his side as he stuttered when trying to get some words out. You smiled to yourself, nuzzling his shoulder and enjoying the moment.

“What are you doing?” Cloud finally uttered, letting you hang off his neck still.

“It’s called a hug” You joked, letting out a soft chuckle. “People do it to show affection”

“I know” He clicked his tongue in annoyance to your teasing. “But why?”

“You’ve been flirting with me all day, I felt like it”

“Fair enough”

A surprised guffaw left your lips at his reply. He didn’t deny it. Cloud even laughed a little himself, genuinely amused and endeared by your laughter.

His arms returned the hug at last, even if they felt slightly clumsy and awkward around your frame. Nonetheless, it felt warm and comforting. It was genuine and comfortable, and it seemed to rid you of any remaining discomfort. After several seconds, you pulled away. Your hands still rested on his shoulders, and his lingered on the small of your back as you leaned away to look into each other’s eyes.

“See you tomorrow, Cloud?”

“Sure”

You giggled, leaning in to kiss him in the cheek. His arms immediately dropped to his sides in startle. Flustered, he took a step back and glanced away. If he had blushed a little before, now his entire face was bright pink.

Watching how he tried to escape and reach the door, you covered your mouth with your hand to suffocate your laughter. Just as his hand touched the doorknob, he paused. Cloud looked over his shoulder and showed you the beginning of a smile.

“Get some rest, Y/N” He kindly told you, to which you energetically nodded.

He nodded back, your gazes lingering before he left you in the safety of your home.

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thoughpoppiesblow · 4 years ago

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Happy Fenley Friday everyone! Because of school I’m unable to post the new chapter today 😔 but keep an eye out this weekend! It’s coming soon, I promise 💙💙 now, let’s have some fun!

For this week, send me a couple of characters, topics, and a location, and I’ll write a ficlet including those things! Some may be listed as AUs because they wouldn’t necessarily occur within CHIYC canon. Feel free to send as many requests as you’d like!

Locations

Camp Toccoa, Georgia

Camp Mackall, North Carolina

Aldbourne, England

Atlanta, Georgia

Fort Benning, Georgia

Troop Ship

New York City, New York

London, England

Holland

Normany/France

Eindhoven, Holland

Carentan, France

St. Mere-Eglise, France

St. Marie-du-Mont, France

Nuenen, Holland

Veghel, Holland

Batsogne, Belgium

Foy, Belgium

Rachamps, Belgium

The Ardennes Forest, Belgium

Mourmelon-le-Grand, France

Hagenau, France

Landsberg, Germany

Berchtesgaden, Germany

Zell am See, Austria

Train

Truck

Jeep

C-47

Lancaster, Pennsylvania

Nixon, New Jersey

Norfolk, Virginia

Brecourt Manor, France

Paris, France

Reims, France

Schoonderlogt Estate, Holland

Characters

Colonel Sink

Colonel Strayer

Lewis Nixon

Dick Winters

Georgia Fenley

Marian Singer

George Luz

Ron Speirs

Harry Welsh

Buck Compton

Skip Muck

Alex Penkala

Shifty Powers

Carwood Lipton

Norman Dike

Herbert Sobel

Joe Liebgott

Bill Guarnere

David Webster

Babe Heffron

Johnny Martin

Joe Toye

Floyd Talbert

Thomas Meehan

Don Malarkey

English Civilian

French Civilian

Dutch Civilian

German Civilian

Austrian Civilian

American Civilian

German Soldier

Topics

Weather

US Airborne Operations

Foreign military Operations

Other US Military Operations

Friendship

Romance

Enemy Military Operations

Resistance Operations

Food

Drink

Clothing

Jewelry

Equipment

Training

OCS

After the war

Before the war

Music

Dancing

Books

Letters

Family

Movies

Rumors

Intelligence

Radio

Military Communications

Death

Leadership

Animals

Wounds

Celebrities

Occupations

@hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @punkgeekchic @liebegott @mavysnavy @cheerupbitchhours @teenmagazines @stressedinadress @vintagelavenderskies @wexhappyxfew @mrsalwayswrite @adamantiumdragonfly @julianneday1701 @rayofshanshine @wecomrades @were-supposed-to-be-surrounded @immrsronaldspeirs

#mine #weekly fic tags #fenley friday #catch her if you can #georgia fenley

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lieutenant-speirs · 2 years ago

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Just Hold Him (Lipton x Speirs)

Title: Just Hold Him (Part 1 of 2) - (Part 2 here) Ship: Lipton x Speirs Summary: When snow reminds Lipton of what he's lost, what he's witnessed... Grief pierced him through the heart with an icicle shard. Themes: Grief, Hurt-Comfort Author Note: Since when has there been a character limit on tumblr? I gotta post this in two parts now. What the sobel crap is this!?

Since being back from the war, Lipton kept himself busy. Helping his Mom out with the Boarding House, getting his own apartment closer to the college that he had been accepted into to finish his education, school work… and when he had free time, he always found something to do. He couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop. If he stopped…he started thinking…and he just couldn’t sit around and mope. Had to keep himself busy and distracted. Perhaps the Sergeant – or Lieutenant, rather – in him, also made him feel like he should be doing something useful. People tend to bring the war home…and Lipton certainly did that. Perhaps not in the means of trauma and PTSD… but things that were drilled into him either during Bootcamp, Training, being a soldier in general... Things such as how he makes the bed…and it gets done every morning. No excuses. How he folds his socks. Even waking up 10 minutes before 6am. Granted he didn’t have to haul his ass out of bed, but he still wakes up like his body clock is still in Toccoa. These wintry months were slightly different… Ron was on leave for a few weeks, therefore he was home. Which meant those early mornings weren’t spent alone, in bed. It was almost humorous the first morning… Lipton was excited to wake up and be the first to look over at Ron, sleeping. Only for his hazel eyes to meet another set of hazel eyes. “Oh. Hi.” Speirs couldn’t help the little sleepy laugh that crept out at Lipton’s disappointed response. Lipton’s eyes quickly danced over Ron’s softly laughing features, drinking in that beautiful sight. If it’s one thing he loves about Ron…it’s when he smiles. “You sound disappointed to see me, Carwood.” “No..Not at all.” Lipton turned the rest of his body around so he was fully facing Ron. He pressed his semi-hardened erection against Ron, causing the brunette’s brows to shoot up, smile turning into a small smirk, hazel eyes softening into a mixed gaze of lustful mischievousness and just general love for Lipton. “Definitely not at all.” Lipton muttered as his neck craned up to press a kiss on the corner of Ron’s lips, only for Ron to catch his lips and pull him into a deeper kiss…. This is what Lipton should be thinking about when he stopped moving, stopped finding ways to distract himself… But no… He had just finished putting a few products away that he was using to fix some squeaking hinges, when he walked out into the open living area and just stared out the window. The bright light of…white… caught his attention. And he found himself staring at the snow-fall. It’s been, what? Almost two years? But the snow has a tendency to pull him right back. The snow will never match the coldness of what they felt in Bastogne, but the same white residue can bring back a flood of memories. The sound of shells going off, shells dropping and exploding the trees, grounds, foxholes… The sound of Luz’s voice in his ear screaming to be heard that Muck and Penkala got hit. Ron had just turned the corner to make a start on dinner when he stopped and watched the man he loves just stare off. Something Lipton doesn’t do. Immediately, the odd behavior was something Ron picked up on. He followed Lipton’s gaze and could only see nothing but snow and – snow. Ron was smart. Observant. Particularly with Lipton. “Carwood?” He gently called out, not making any movement to avoid startling the man. But he got no response. Dark hazel eyes looked around quickly for an answer on how to deal with this situation… this was more Lipton’s department than it was Rons… but Lipton was the one needing the softer approach… “Carwood…?” Speirs started again…this time carefully stepping closer. A mistake, perhaps, in keeping his footfalls on the quieter side as he cautiously walked up to the man who was staring off. The haunted look of war physically evident over his features.

#combat report: soldiers in love #speirton #speirston #ronald speirs x carwood lipton #ronald speirs drabble #ronald speirs imagine #ronald speirs fanfic #carwood lipton imagine #carwood lipton drabble #carwood lipton fanfic #apparently there's a character limit on tumblr now? Since uh-when?#first band of brothers fanfic and kinda a little excited ngl #curahee otp #i know ron wasn't in curahee when lipton was. shush. it doesn't matter. in terms of ficlets we do what we want #when sobel puts the bull in bull-you-know-what #don't wanna get censored #Captain Sobelshit

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gendryw4ters-blog · 8 years ago

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100 ("There ain't no me if there ain't no you.") and Speirton, please! Thank you!

thankyou aaah!! i hope this is what you were seeking!

send me a pairing and a number and i’ll write you a drabble

This couldn’t be happening. Shouldn’t be happening.

The war was almost fucking over, for Christ’s sake. They should be with the others, laughing and drinking and dreaming of futures to come. They should be back in their beds- sleeping or otherwise- making the most of the free time they had finally been given.

They sure as hell shouldn’t be here; Ron’s fingers interlaced with Lipton’s as the latter lay bruised and bloodied and oh-so-terrifyingly pale on the dingy hospital bed. The former had been reluctant to sleep at first, though when his eyelids had fluttered shut after hours and hours of waiting and worrying and begging for Lip to be okay, he had found it difficult to stop them.

A small cough had startled him out of his restless slumber, and his heart hammered wildly against his ribcage as he realised who it must have belonged to.

“Carwood,” he breathed, blinking away the hot tears that sprang to his eyes and threatened to spill down his cheeks. “Carwood, can you- are you-”

The man in the bed had only frowned, bringing a feeble hand up to cradle Ron’s cheek as he brushed away a few stray droplets with the pad of his thumb.

“What- what happened?”

“I thought I’d fucking lost you, Car! Jesus Christ I thought you were fucking dead!”

“Ron,” Lipton began softly, voice hoarse and thick with sleep, “Ron, it’s okay, I’m here, I’m alive- Ron, listen to me-”

A quiet “ooph” escaped his lips as Ron punched him softly in the arm. The tears had stopped falling now, though his breathing was still a little uneven.

“Don’t- don’t fucking do that to me again, Lipton. Never again, you hear me? I thought- fucking hell, Car, I don’t know what I’d do without you! I mean- I mean there ain’t no me if there ain’t no you! You- fuck-”

Warm fingers closed around his wrist and tugged at it gently, pulling him back from the edge.

“I’m okay, Ron,” Lipton murmured, pulling his lover’s hand towards him and pressing it against his chest. “You feel that? I’m safe, I’m alive. I’m okay. We’re okay.”

#asks #thankyou also anon!! aaaa #i hope this is okay!!#speirton #ron speirs #carwood lipton #BoB #ficlet

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antiquecompass · 7 years ago

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So I was HOPING to have 1 complete story and 2 complete ficlets done for @warriorgays birthday today. I don’t know why I plan on anything honestly bc whenever I do my family decides it’s time for massive Home Improvement Projects which take up my days off. I wanted to get SOMETHING up for Alex’s birthday though, so here’s a very long preview of the will-not-end superbowl fic:

A lot had changed in Babe Heffron’s life since 2004. His Philly family had lost a few members, but gained a ton between new babies, a hell of a bunch of in-laws, and groups of folks that just got adopted in along the way. In those years Bill had lost an entire leg, gained a desk job, finally convinced Fran to marry his foolish ass, and started raising three kids. Ralph was an actual doctor now, running one of the Thibodaux Medical Clinics just outside Baton Rouge. Maggie lived with Ralph and Sid in their own place in St. Boniface, working at the clinic there and forging her own path like usual.

And Babe?

Babe went from being a bartender to working an actual office job for Nixon Development. He had most weekends and holidays off and a 401k and an actual accountant to handle his taxes now. He was married for Christ’s sake. To a friggin’ doctor. In Louisiana of all places. If he could’ve gone back in time and told his teenage self he’d be settled down, far away from South Philly, with some Cajun doc he’d met during Mardi Gras, he probably would’ve punched himself. He definitely would’ve called Ron to take care of his delusional evil clone.

And there was no way, in any of his wildest dreams, he could’ve predicted having Merl-Francis as his brother-in-law.

He was pretty fucking proud of Shelton too. Boy had gone and become a Registered Nurse. They’d done so many study sessions in the middle of the night to past that certification test. They’d held a bake sale outside the clinic to raise the $500 fee just to take that fucking test.

Merl-Francis got it done on the first try.

So Babe definitely couldn’t complain about how his life had turned out since last February 2004. 2018, despite the hellscape that had become the world in general, hadn’t been too bad to him so far. He was cautiously optimistic about the year, after having gotten past the normal mourning days around Christmas. It was nearing his anniversary of meeting Gene and the Eagles were in the play-offs. So yeah, things were looking bright and shiny for Babe Heffron. Sure, he was waiting for Ralph to finally admit he was dating Maggie, but that was more fun to watch Spina struggle to come up with excuses for why he couldn’t hang out other than ‘I’m dating your little sister.’ It was amusing as hell.

And then fucking New England has to fuck up the good year Babe had going for him. Honestly, he should’ve expected it from the Patriots.

“You look like you’re fixing to punch the tv,” Eugene Sledge said as he looked up from his laptop. “Please don’t. It took Snafu three different trips to pick that one out.”

“I had to compare the specs,” Merl-Francis said through a mouth of crab dip.

Gene slapped him. “Close your mouth. Never could take you nowhere.”

Merl-Francis glared at him. “We at home, Gene-Baptiste. Ain’t no one here not used to me.”

“We still don’t want to see all that,” Gene said.

None of the men present understood Babe’s pain. It was the fucking Patriots. Again. If only Ralph and Maggie were here, instead of being all responsible and working. They didn’t get it, this group of Saints fans. They didn’t know.

“You don’t understand,” Babe said.

Sledge shrugged and went back to working on his manuscript. “You don’t like the Patriots. A lot of people don’t. Andy’s probably the only one I know who does.”

“No,” Babe said. “It’s a rematch of Thirty-Nine. I don’t know if I can take this shit again.” He stood up and went to the small kitchen medicine cabinet. “I need all the Tums.”

Merl-Francis smirked at him. “You got such a weak constitution.”

“Fuck you,” Babe said as he stepped over a sleeping Kipling.

Babe’s phone started to ring on the coffee table. Gene reached for it and frowned as he looked at the screen.

“What?” Babe asked as he shook a handful of Tums into his hand.

“It’s your dad,” Gene said.

“Well, answer it,” Babe said.

“Good evening, Mr. Heffron,” Gene greeted as he put the phone on speaker.

Joe Heffron sighed. “Gene, when will you just call me ‘dad’?”

“Sorry, sir,” Gene said.

His dad sighed again. “We’ll work on it. Where’s my boy? Eating a handful of antacids?”

“Yes,” Gene said glancing over at Babe.

Babe made a face at both of them. It wasn’t his fault his stomach didn’t like sports-event related stress.

“Just like his mother,” Dad said. “Once he’s done choking down chalk, tell him to call me back. We need to know when he’s coming home.”

“What now?” Babe asked.

“There’s my boy. You’re coming home for the Super Bowl. You can’t celebrate it there.” Dad paused. “No offense, boys.”

“None taken,” Gene said.

“Bullshit,” Merl-Francis muttered.

His father did have a point. There was just something about Philly fans being at home around other Philly fans. Look, he knew the reputation they had in the sports world. They were the most asshole of fans who did stupid shit like climb poles and flip over cars and throw batteries at opposing pitchers and fall into the penalty box to fight a professional hockey player and booed Santa Claus once almost fifty years ago. And sure things got so bad for a time there the Eagles Court had to be established to deal with all the shit happening at games, but that had been disbanded over fifteen years ago. Despite all that, there was nothing like being around that energy. Even with the actual game in Minneapolis, Babe had to admit that he couldn’t picture watching the game anywhere else but in his parents’ living room.

“I don’t know if I can get the time off,” Babe admitted.

Merl-Francis laughed. “You run that office. You can give yourself some days off. Take Gene with you, he needs a vacation.”

“I have work,” Gene said.

“Nope, you’ve got paperwork,” Merl-Francis said. “You don’t even practice much medicine anymore, running all the Thibodaux clinics. You got Anna, Renee, Sid, and Bryan to cover your shit. Take a vacation.”

“You forgot Spina,” Babe said.

“Ralph and Maggie conditionally asked for the time off if the Eagles made it to the Super Bowl,” Gene said. “I already approved their vacation.”

Merl-Francis grinned from his sprawl on the couch. “They’ll be there, Mr. Heffron.”

“I knew I could trust you, Merriell,” he said. “You and Eugene should come up as well. You’ve got to come see our city again.”

Merl-Francis smiled like that had been his plan all along. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

“Fuck,” Babe muttered as he threw another couple Tums into his mouth. He eyed the economy sized bottle of Excedrin as Merl-Francis started humming an off-tune version of Fly Like An Eagle. As he started on the second verse Babe reached for the bottle and reminded himself to pack it for the trip to Pennsport.

There was a sold period of Babe’s life where he couldn’t go back to Philly. At first it was a question of safety. In the wake of Julian’s murder—and that’s what it was even if people still didn’t want to call it that—Babe was forbidden from setting foot in the city. He couldn’t explain that to his parents, didn’t want them to know everything about Ron Speirs’ more classified business dealings or the shit Babe sometimes got mired in to make an extra buck. And the more people who knew the truth, the more lives were at risk.

After that issue got permanently resolved, Babe couldn’t return because of his own grief. It was funny, really. Babe’s grief was they excuse they used for so long while Julian’s killers were being hunted down, that even Babe forgot there was a world of truth to it. He didn’t know how deep the roots of his grief had grown, even after years, until he was asked to return to Pennsport and had an actual fucking panic attack.

He couldn’t make himself get on a plane back then, so they drove, and honestly? Babe didn’t know what he did in his past lives to get Gene, but he was full of immense gratitude to whatever good deeds he accomplished back then.

After overcoming that emotional hurdle, Babe made sure to visit at least twice a year. He’d just been there back in October to welcome the latest Guarnere into the world and hadn’t planned on returning again until May.

Babe looked through the storage bins and the closet and realized he’d probably have to buy a winter coat while he was up there. The two he’d owned had already been claimed by Gene and Merl-Francis. Sledge, ever the Boy Scout, already had his own.

“Well that’s a nice view,” Gene said.

Babe laughed and wiggled his ass as he leaned over the bin. “At least there’s something you still like about me.”

“I’m just with you for the life insurance and the tax break,” Gene said.

“Figure out how you’re going to kill me yet?” Babe asked.

“I figured with the amount of almond milk you drink I’ll just let the cyanide do its thing. Claim you must’ve got hold of some bitter almonds and made your own homemade glass of milky poison.”

Babe looked up and had to laugh at the evil smirk on Gene’s face. “That’s horrifically brilliant.”

Gene shrugged. “I needed something to do at the last board meeting.”

Gene didn’t like having to play the businessman. He liked being a doctor, it was his calling, but they both knew how important it was to him to make sure lower-income and rural areas had access to decent health care clinics. It was a never-ending battle with local governments and the more religious members of the board who didn’t want to provide free contraceptives, pregnancy tests, or rides to the few Planned Parenthood clinics still in the state, but Gene always won. It was hard to argue with him when he got that look on his face and that tone in his voice.

“Maybe you need this vacation,” Babe said.

Gene nodded as he walked into their bedroom. “I was thinking about going down to five days a week too. Apparently there’s benefit in taking more than one day off a week.”

Babe almost fell on his ass. “Did I just hear you speaking actual common sense?”

“Fuck you,” Gene said with love.

Babe grabbed an armful of sweaters and walked over to his open suitcase. “I know what this is about. It’s because you’re turning forty next year.”

“Fuck you,” Gene repeated. He slipped his arms around Babe’s waist and rested his chin on his shoulder. “You got enough clothes there?”

“Half of these are for you,” Babe said. He leaned back into Gene’s embrace and softly laughed. “And Merl-Francis. He’s going to have ten layers on. We’ll be able to roll his ass down the street.”

Gene laughed in agreement. “Never could fatten that boy up.” His lips were warm when the pressed against Babe’s temple. “You happy?”

It had been on those little traditions of theirs, to ask this, in the quiet times. The answers differed at times, but it was an honest question for an honest answer.

“So much,” Babe said. He turned his head to meet Gene’s warm gaze. “So much,” he repeated.

After the job that had cost both Bill and Joe Toye a leg a piece, they’d come back to Philly to stay. There had been some bullshit with the Department of Defense, even more with Veteran’s Affairs, and finally they’d just taken jobs with the Nixon Development Philadelphia office. Joe had been officially adopted by the Guarnere-Heffron-Julian-Spina clans. Fran and Bill had insisted Joe live with them, since their place had newly constructed ramps and handrails, and while it’d been a fight, Joe had finally given in.

The Guarnere home was their first stop. Babe pulled their rental car up to the small strip of concrete that masqueraded as a driveway on the backend of the house. He had insisted on driving, knowing damn well his car full of backwoods country boys wouldn’t survive the trip from the airport without getting in at least three accidents. Babe smiled to himself as he got out of the car. St. Boniface was home, had been for a long time, but there was nothing like the old buildings and decorated front stoops of where he grew up. Green and white flags and Eagles logos decorated damn near everything as far as the eye could see.

“Uncle Babe!”

Babe braced himself as Juliana Guarnere came running down the steps at full speed.

“You gonna dent the car,” Merl-Francis said from where he sat in the backseat, huddled up like he was about to trek the Antarctic. It wasn’t even that cold outside.

Babe caught Juliana up in his arms and marveled at how tall she’d grown. Seven years old and already half her mother’s size. She had green and white hearts painted on her cheeks which clashed horribly with the faded orange and back Flyers t-shirt she wore.

“Missed you, Julie,” he said, hugging her tight.

She gave Babe another hug and then moved on to Gene before waving at Sledge. She frowned at Merl-Francis in the backseat.

“Is he okay?”

“He’s cold-blooded like his gator relatives. He’s just conserving his body heat,” Babe said.

“I can hear you,” Merl-Francis said. He finally slid out of the car. “I assume there’s heat inside your house.”

“Duh,” Juliana said. She grabbed Babe’s hand and tugged him towards the back door. “Come on! Uncle Joe’s making lunch. Uncle Ralph is supposed to be coming by too. Why didn’t he fly with you?”

“He had his tickets long before we got ours,” Babe said.

“’Cause he’s got more faith in the Eagles than you,” Juliana said.

Babe laughed. “You sound like your grandmother.”

Juliana laughed as they walked into the kitchen that smelled like ricotta and marinara. Joe Toye was balanced on a stool over the stove, slathering loaves of bread with butter.

“Look at you all domestic and shit,” Babe said.

Joe smirked at him and cleaned his hands on the bar towel resting on his shoulder. “I can’t cook much, but this? I’ve got it down.”

“Smells good,” Gene said. He was looking at Joe with his doctor’s gaze, but probably only Babe and Merl-Francis knew it enough to tell. “Anything we can do to help?”

“Yeah,” Joe said. “Get out of my kitchen. Go play with the kids. Henry’s teething, just so you know.”

Juliana nodded. “It’s the worst.”

“You weren’t exactly a ball of fun,” Joe said. He tugged on Juliana’s ponytail. “You going to stay here? Be my proper sous chef?”

“Do I get first dibs on the sauce?” Juliana asked, a wicked grin on her face reminiscent of her father.

“Of course,” Joe promised.

“Okay,” Juliana said. She waved at Babe and Gene. “You know the way.”

Gene led the other two out, but Babe lingered by the doorway.

“Hey, Joe?” he said.

“You about to start singing some Hendrix at me, Heffron?” Joe asked. “The baby wailing is enough noise.”

Babe shook his head. Some things would never change. “Just saying, you look good.” He paused and added, “Asshole,” as a parting shot.

“Watch your mouth,” Juliana yelled after him.

Babe followed the sound of childish laughter to the living room. Bill Guarnere held court on the couch, little Henry is his lap sucking down a bottle and four-year-old Sofia laughing as Bill made funny faces at her, apparently more entertaining than the Bubble Guppies on the screen.

Sledge was looking over all the family photographs on the wall, while Merl-Francis had claimed the chair closest to the heating vent. Gene was conspicuously absent.

“Fran stole him,” Bill said.

“Already?” Babe said. He held out his hands and took the baby and the bottle. “That’s got to be a record.”

“We got a new big girl bed for Sofia and a canopy to go with it. The canopy is driving Fran up the wall.”

“It’s has Elsa and Anna on it,” Sofia helpfully supplied.

“And it lights up,” Bill said.

“Jealous you don’t get one?” Babe asked. He shifted Henry in his arms, surprised how much he’d grown since the last time Babe had seen him, and tried not to make a face when he got spit up on.

“Why do all your children do this to me?”

Bill smiled, eyes tinged with memories from a lifetime together. “Maybe it’s just a Guarnere thing.”

#long post #fandom: hbo war #fandom: band of brothers #verse: gone are all the days #tag for alex #happy birthday darling!

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liebgotts-lovergirl · 2 years ago

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Beside You (Ron Speirs x Reader Oneshot)

Pairing: Ron Speirs x Female!Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

For @brassknucklespeirs (Happy birthday, lovely!! I hope you like this💖 )

A/N: Me, using a Marianas Trench song for a ficlet? You’re damn right lol 😆

When your tears are spent

On your last pretense

And your tired eyes refuse to close

And sleep in your defense

You didn’t let yourself cry until you were alone, Ron knew that much, so when he saw you disappear into the stillness of the frigid Bastogne night, he knew exactly where you were headed.

When it's in your spine

Like you've walked for miles

And the only thing you want is just to

Be still for a while

But Bastogne…Bastogne was a whole different beast, even for someone as dynamic and exuberant as you. The conditions were abysmal, supplies almost nonexistent, and tensions running sky-high.

Most of the men you treated were lovely and appreciative of your care, but some… some weren’t.

Eugene, all too familiar with this sort of loss, told you that you needed to forgive yourself.

“There was nothin’ more you coulda done for 'em, cher,” he said as he handed you half of a bandage he'd scavenged.

But in your heart, you just couldn’t believe that and neither could some of the boys.

Roy Cobb had been especially close with Campbell and he had no qualms about telling the newest replacements and anyone else who would listen exactly what he thought had killed his friend and it wasn't the sniper's bullet.

"What killed him was her damn incompetence," he'd announced, deliberately loud enough for you to hear. "She should've let Roe or Spina treat him, then maybe he would've survived."

"Nobody wanted her here in the first place either," a mortarman named Lombardi added. "They should've given us a third medic instead of some nurse!"

Doc Spina was way out of earshot but your friend Eugene, who had been nearby, had already begun to argue in your defense when you had marched over to the disgruntled group.

These were men you had treated in the past, you realized as your tormented fury began to build. You'd risked your life to save these ungrateful assholes and you knew damn well that the moment they needed you on the battlefield, you'd have to do it again. and again. and again.

Cobb shot you a dirty look and muttered something involving the word “useless” and that was all it took. Heart pounding in your ears, you hauled off and punched him so hard that his nose began gushing blood, but the damage had already been done.

Speirs had heard the commotion from his foxhole and seeing you storm off, tears of frustration and hurt pricking your beautiful eyes, sent an icy rage coursing through his veins that surprised even him.

Who the fuck hurt you like that?

He was going to find out.

The wrath blazing like hellfire in his eyes as he stalked over was enough to make even grown men cower and the guilty parties quailed under his gaze. Ron dragged each one by the collar behind the nearest tree trunk, pinning them one by one with his forearm across their throats before they could blink.

“From now on, you will treat (Y/N) with the utmost respect,” he intoned, his voice eerily calm as he applied just enough pressure on their throats to make them cough. “You will treat her as if she were me. And if I ever get wind that you’re mouthing off at her or otherwise mistreating her again, so help me God, there won't be enough left of you to mail home in a cigarette pack. Is that clear?”

"Y-Yes sir," they'd gasped out and grudgingly, he let them dart back to their foxholes one by one like mice.

He had more important things to worry about.

And if your heart wears thin

I will hold you up

And I will hide you

When it gets too much

I'll be right beside you

Seeing you cry tore Ron's heart in two. You were sitting on that felled tree just behind the embankment, hunched over, face buried in your hands as your shoulders shook with silent sobs.

You were so overcome by your own anguish that you didn’t even hear him approach. Instead, he appeared beside you like a sudden dark spectre against the white snow, making you jump.

“Holy shit,” you yelped, hurrying to brush the tears from your cheeks. “Damn it, Sparky, warn a girl next time, will ya?”

Ron stood awkwardly beside you, hands shoved deep into his pockets, and you swore you could see a small flush of pink creeping up his cheeks and it wasn’t from the cold.

“Sorry,” he replied with a sheepish smile. “I forget I do that sometimes. I just…I was… I wanted to see if you were okay.”

He cursed inwardly.

What a stupid thing to say, Ron, he berated himself. She’s crying. Does she look “okay” to you?

You tried to return the smile but only succeeded in a wan grimace.

“I’m not okay yet but I will be.”

You sighed sadly and gestured to the red cross armband on your arm.

Overwhelmed or not, you were needed.

“I have to be.”

“(Y/N)…May I…Er, if you don’t mind, that is…?” Unable to quite get the words out, he just nodded to the empty spot beside you, earning him a genuine smile from you that filled his chest with warmth.

“Absolutely,” you replied with a small sniffle, lightly patting the place next to you on the log and effectively putting him out of his tongue-tied misery. “I’d like that a lot.”

When you're overwhelmed

And you've lost your breath

And the space between the things you know is blurring nonetheless

You hadn't exactly intended on telling Ron your whole life story but before you knew it, it all came tumbling out: how you'd grown up, what had inspired you to become a nurse, how much you loved what you did but hated what it did to you, and Speirs listened quietly, hanging onto your every word.

But when you admitted the toll it took on you to know how little a difference you were making, he balked.

“No difference?” He repeated, his hazel eyes wide with shock. “Are you kidding? Do you…Is this because of what those assholes back there said?”

You sniffled again with a deflated shrug.

“Assholes or not, I think they made their feelings pretty clear. It'd probably be better for everyone if I just put in for a transfer.”

When you try to speak

But you make no sound

And the words you want are out of reach

But they've never been so loud

Your words echoed in Speirs' head like enemy gunfire.

Transfer…Transfer...Transfer…

Ron felt like you'd just slapped him clear across the face. Come to think of it, he would've preferred it if you had. It would've certainly hurt less than the realization that he would lose you before he'd ever even told you how he felt.

He'd never been any good at romance. To be honest, he'd never really tried. Girls back home flocked to him like flies to honey but he'd just felt uncomfortable with the attention and tried to set them up with his buddies instead, all of whom were dying for a date.

Ronald Speirs was a man of action; communication was not his strong suit, which was one of the myriad of reasons he admired you.

You, who somehow effortlessly made friends wherever you went.

You, whose smile spread warmth on even the coldest winter day.

You, whose kindness made everyone that spoke to you feel not only heard but understood.

You who brought the light of springtime to his ever-present darkness, like Persephone to Hades.

He had never understood why you had made it your mission to befriend him since Day 1 when everyone else avoided him like the Plague but he was glad you did. His intimidating gaze and badass reputation didn’t scare you one bit and you had assured him with your usual friendliness that it would take more than some rumors to scare you away.

He couldn’t let you slip away now.

Trust in me, trust in me

Don't pull away

Just trust in me, trust in me

Taking a shaky breath and exhaling, the tiny clouds curled up into the frosty air in spirals as you stood up. After smoothing some of the ice off your clothes, you gave Ron one last, small smile.

“Thanks for listening,” you said earnestly before remarking with a self-deprecating laugh, “I promise not to be so depressing next time.”

You had just turned to leave when an invisible force compelled him to reach out and grasp your hand at the last second.

“Wait…Please.”

'Cause I'm just trying to keep it together

Because I could do worse and you could do better

The silence was deafening. You stared at Ron, too stunned to speak, and he stared right back, the green and gold flecks in his hazel eyes catching the moonlight.

Had it been any other time, you might’ve found it almost funny to see the infamous “Killer” Speirs at a loss for words just from holding your hand but right now…Right now, you could feel a tornado of butterflies in your stomach and you could tell that he was feeling them too.

“(Y/N), I…” he started before cutting himself off with a shake of his head. “Look, I’m no good at this and I’m sure you’ve probably got someone special writing you from back home already but…”

He rubs the back of his neck nervously with his free hand and you tilt your head, silently, as you watch him.

You’ve never seen him this anxious before, not even in battle.

Truthfully, you didn’t know a man like Ronald Speirs could get anxious. If the roar of gunfire and artillery didn’t faze him, you had thought nothing could.

“If you’re serious about transferring out, then you should at least know that you’ve made a big difference here, to the men…and to me…”

He cleared his throat stiffly.

“Especially to me.”

Your eyes must’ve been the size of dinner plates.

Was he saying what you thought he was saying?

“You are without a doubt, the bravest…the most dynamic…the most selfless woman I know,” he continued as his hazel eyes locked intensely with your (E/C) ones.

“Everything about you…You’re just amazing to me. And I know you don’t feel appreciated and with how things have gone lately, I don’t blame you one bit but damn it, (Y/N), you have to understand that you are vital to this company, not just for what you do but for who you are. We need you here.”

Ron took a shaky breath, exhaling into the frigid night air, before saying quietly, “I need you here.”

I will stay (right beside you)

Nobody will break you

He started to say more but before he could, you dropped his hand and launched yourself at him, knocking the breath out of him as your lips met for the first time. He gently took you into his embrace, causing both your hearts to race, the both of you smiling against each other’s lips. But in your eagerness to deepen the kiss, your teeth clashed slightly against his, sending you into a fit of giggles when you pulled away seconds later.

“Are you…Will you stay?” Ron asked tentatively, still holding you as if you were made of glass. “Please?”

At first, you were tempted to jokingly mull it over but the fear in his golden-green eyes immediately banished the thought from your mind.

This was Ronald “Killer” Speirs. This was a man who had stared Death in the face without blinking, a man whose ferocity and resolve on the battlefield were practically legendary, a man who could take a life with the same ease as one swats a fly…and yet, here he was before you, putting his whole heart in your hands, a heart most people didn’t even know he had.

“Of course I’ll stay,” you reassured him, the moonlight dancing in your eyes as you gazed into his. “As long as you'll be mine, that is.”

Ron gingerly cupped your face in his hands, the silky smoothness of his soft baritone voice making your heart skip a beat.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured as another slow smile spread across his face. “I’ve always been yours.”

And if your heart wears thin

I will hold you up

And I will hide you

When it gets too much

I'll be right beside you

Nobody will break you

#So this is my first ever oneshot & I hope it's okay 😅😅#soft!speirs #Ronald Speirs #Ron Speirs x reader #Ronald Speirs x Reader #Band of Brothers #Speirs x reader #Band of Brothers oneshots #Band of Brothers x Reader #HBO War #oneshots #Band of Brothers fandom #Ron Speirs oneshot

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cajunroe · 7 years ago

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winnix + star trek!au ↳ only two things in nix’s life were able to completely capture and hold his full attention: space and richard winters. it just so happened that both managed to become his life. when dick had told nix he wanted to join starfleet, nix has thanked whatever was out there that he’d get to go to the place he wanted to go the most with the man he wanted the most. after they graduate, dick is made captain of their own ship and he chooses nix as his 1st lieutenant, and nix feels complete. he knows that dick would never want him in the way nix wants the redhead, but to explore, fight, and survive side-by-side with him for the rest of their lives is enough. and everything is going according to plan until they’re blindsided by romulans and nix is taken hostage. this wasn’t really his plan, but so longs as he can keep them away from the heavily damaged u.s.s. easy, he’ll be fine. he’s nearly died for dick more times than he can count, if he has to die for real, he’s more than willing to, it’s worth it to save the man he loves and the crew he’s grown to call his family.

nix swallowed heavily, sweat dripping along his face, mixing with the blood from the open wound on his head.

he always hate how hot romulans kept their holding cells.

he sighed and leaned against the wall, laughing at the absurdity that he’d die at the hands of beings that still insisted on metal holding cells. so much technology at their hands and they still used metal. he shrugged, it was still effective.

one of his designated guards walked towards him and nix smiled. if he was going to die at their hands, he was going to have a little bit of fun with it.

“are all of your people’s ships so god awful or is it just yours?”

the man only grunted and unlocked the door before yanking nix out of the cell.

“you don’t have to be so rough, i know how to walk.”

“yet you do not know when to stop speaking.”

nix shrugged, “you sound a lot like my parents.”

dick was lost, screaming, and trying his hardest to connect to the ship, but it was gone.

roe was attending to the injured. luz and lip were trying to get the comms back online. and speirs and toye were loading himself with as many weapons as possible.

“lip?” he asked, voice rough with emotion and fear.

lip just shook his head and dick kicked his captain’s chair to the ground.

the men went silent and looked at dick, never before seeing the man this upset.

“captain?” blithe called out softly.

dick sighed, “yeah.”

“i may have reactivated the transmitter on lieutenant nixon’s comm, sir. he’s not far off.”

dick smiled and pulled his chair back up.

“lieutenant lipton.”

lip smiled, “yes, sir?”

"let’s get ‘em.”

as far as being held hostage, nix thought people’s tale were often over-exaggerated.

so far, it’s been a breeze, but he knew it was only a matter of time until shit hit the fan.

as it turned out, that time was now.

“my name is vumiuhk. and you are?”

“bored.”

vumiuhk looked confused and nix took pity on him.

“lewis, my name is lewis.”

the romulan nodded, “very well. i do like to know the name of men i’m about to kill.”

nix sighed, “can i ask you something?”

“i suppose,” vumiuhk responded.

“why do you want to kill me? i mean, i’ve done nothing untoward to you. i haven’t harmed any of your men. all we did was show up near your ship. we didn’t even see you.”

nix was trying to keep them talking, give the men time to get away.

vumiuhk seemed to think this over.

“look i’m not trying to talk my way out of death, i’m just curious why you attacked us when we showed no signs of attacking you. honestly we were just looking for the trading market on undular 12.”

vumiuhk laughed, “as were we. it seems we’re on the same path, lewis.”

nix smiled, for his soon-to-be-murderer the man was surprisingly easy to talk to.

“they have the best coffee this side of the galaxy.”

vumiuhk seemed to think something over before reaching a decision.

“theritis, set a course for undular 12. lewis here deserves a last cup of coffee.”

vumiuhk winked at nix and if he weren’t about to die, lewis would’ve found it odd.

unfortunately, it was at that exact moment that a familiar voice rang through the speaker system.

“give us our man back or else i have full authority to kill each and everyone of you.”

nix sighed and when vumiuhk looked at him in surprised, nix shrugged.

this was by far the oddest hostage situation in recent memory and that included the time babe had almost married a xindi during a hostile negotiation.

“d-do you mind?”

vumiuhk gestured for nix to use the comms.

“ron stop being weird. i’m fine.”

dick came through the line and nix’s heart stopped.

“nix? what’s going on?”

nix sighed, “nothing, just hanging out with my new friend vumiuhk.”

he looked to vumiuhk who looked like he was watching a circus act and nix guessed they were as close to that as they could be.

“nix, i-i...are you okay?”

nix smiled, “just fine, captain. vumi and i are going to get a nice cup of coffee on u-12. care to join us?”

nix heard dick laugh and he knew he could die happy, hearing that sound one last time.

“we’re right behind you, lieutenant. flash.”

nix laughed, “thunder.”

nix turned to vumiuhk and when the romulan spoke, nix was completely surprised by what he asked.

“your husband is very concerned for you. you are lucky to know such love.”

nix blushed and stuttered out, “h-he’s...w-we....w-what?”

vumiuhk slapped nix on the back and he swore his shoulder dislocated slightly.

“do not worry, lewis. we do not judge. but i cannot bear to separate such love. if i lost theritis, i do not know if i could live.”

nix looked to theritis and saw the same smile on his face that dick always had when nix made his smile. it was jarring to say the least.

“theritis please set the course as quickly as possible.”

nix shook his head and sat down heavily in the chair by the control board.

“well, i’ll be damned.”

the moment dick saw nix in the market, he ran towards him. he didn’t care what was happening or what would happen, he just needed to know, need to feel that nix was okay.

he shouted nix’s name and once the man turned to him, he began running as well.

as soon as they met, dick expected a hug, instead nix’s lips crashed into his and his hands enveloped dick’s neck.

it was a high that dick had never felt before, not when he first went into space and saw the stars up close, not when he flew his ship for the first time, not even when he had led his first solo mission. and it was a high that he never wanted to come down from.

nix pulled away abruptly and pushed dick slightly before pulling the redhead back towards him.

“why the hell didn’t you tell me?”

dick smiled, “i never knew how.”

“you’re an idiot, you know that?”

dick smiled and pulled nix closer to him.

“yeah, but you love it.”

nix blushed, “yeah i do.”

just then the rest of the team came out and hugged the two of them.

nix turned and saw vumiuhk and called him over.

the men stood still, poised to strike, but nix wave his arm.

“boys, this is vumiuhk and theritis and their crew. vumi, ther, this is my crew.”

one awkward silence, two hours later, and countless drinks later, the two crews were thick as thieves.

buck, babe, and luz were showing a group of romulan engineers how to play darts.

speirs, lip, and johnny were discussing the best way to enhance weapons.

the rest of the men dispersed inside the bar, all having a great time and causing trouble.

dick, nix, vumiuhk an theritis all looked on with a shared fondness.

“your men are very good humans. you are a family, no?”

nix smiled, his hand entwined with dick’s, “yeah, we’re family.”

“your men are good too. i like how your engineers are pretending to fail at darts.”

vumiuhk laughed, “others think us brutes, but we are a very polite people. well, most of us.”

dick whispered into nix’s ear, “you do realize you managed to make friends with romulans. something no one else in starfleet has ever been able to do.”

nix laughed, “i knew my mouth was good for something.”

dick looked down as nix licked his lips.

“i can think of a lot of other good uses for your mouth too.”

theritis sighed, “oh vumiuhk, remember when we were so young?”

vumiuhk smiled, “theritis, we’re still young. perhaps we should visit the falls of the cordula belt again?”

theritis smiled and kiss vumiuhk chastely, as though it still made him nervous to show such affection.

nix looked to dick, just to take in his features, but dick was already looking at him.

nix laughed, “did you know that vumi here thought you were my husband?”

dick blushed, “really?”

vumiuhk smiled, “yes captain. if you are not already, you soon will be.”

dick nodded and turned to nix.

nix swore he could read dick’s mind and jerked his head toward the direction of the universal chapel outside the city.

“going my way?”

dick place a firm and heated kiss on nix’s lips in answer.

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