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Ill request something!! My favorite is Nixon so of course its about him 🙄😂 with a prompt “Don’t give up on me” angst/ fluffy imagine.

Thanks for your request ! There it is, maybe it’s a little bit too long, sorry for that. 😅 I know I asked you who could be like a big brother/best friend but finally I totally changed my mind, the first idea was too much long, like reeeaaallyyyyyy. So maybe I’ll do it in two or three parts later. 😂 Anyway, I’m not really proud of it, not sure of the quality of the end, but I hope it will be angsty and fluffy enough, and that you will like it !  😘

Don't give up on me. (Lewis Nixon x Reader imagine)

Once again Lewis forced on the bottle, but this time it’s not just about a hangover. 

Strident. The noises of the sirens outside were strident. She had the feeling it was drilling her eardrums. She wanted to ask for it to stop but nothing came out from her mouth. Blue and red lights were dancing in front of her eyes she could hardly keep open. A far away voice was covered by the sirens which continued to ring in her head. Seeming far away but yet very close.

“Sweetheart, stay with me please, keep your eyes open.”

Her gaze swept over the surroundings trying to remember what happened. Unable to make a single move, her eyes stopped on the man next to her. Lew. But once again, nothing came out. Sitting on the driver’s side, his head resting on the headrest he was looking at her, fright in the eyes. Blood had sunk from his eyebrow arch, presumably due to the impact against the steering wheel. She felt his hand take hers and tighten it.

“Y/N !” Lewis called her desperately as she felt her eyelids close before sink in darkness.

One hour earlier.

“I think you shouldn't drive Lew.”

“It’s ok, I’m fine and feel good enough to drive. Plus, I am used to drink,       booze doesn't has any effect on me anymore.” He joked.

“Yeah, that's the problem.” She mumbled.

He kissed her forehead and took his place behind the steering wheel before she could add anything. Y/N sighed and sat on the passenger’s side. Both were invited at a retirement party of an old employee of Nixon Nitration Works. Obviously, Lewis hadn’t resisted to drink. Actually, he hadn’t need to be invited anywhere or at any party to drink. As the night felt down outside, Y/N was looking through the window, a way to escape a new argument with her husband about his excessive and frequent alcohol consumption. Finally, he broke the silent.

“Say it.” She turned her head towards him.

“Say what?”

“All the things you used to say.”

“Be clearer Lewis, I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Oh don’t you ? You perfectly know. You hate when I drink too much.”

“If you know, so why are you continuing?”

He turned his face towards her.

“Watch the road please.”

“So what ? Are you going to give me one of you life lesson ?”

“Lew I’m not kidding, watch the road!”

“Stop yelling ! I’m fine, it’s fine ! Don’t str-”

Two seconds of inattention. It’s what it took to leave the road, one sharp bend, two seconds and it was over.

 It was hard for Lewis to see his wife laying in that hospital bed. Especially because it was his fault. Feeling his heart squeeze, he leaned on the wall in front of him. What had he done? The door opened and a little head passed through it. It opened bigger and he saw his parents enter with his two children. Their five years old girl ran towards the bed while his mother gave him the eight months boy.

“How is she?” His father asked.

“She still unconscious, they don’t know much for the moment.”

With her grandmother’s help, the little girl climbed onto the bed, grabbing her mother’s arm she shook slowly, angst on her face.

“Mommy, mommy wake up.”

It broke Lewis’s heart, his children may had lost their mom because of him. Devastated at the sight of his daughter asking for her mom, he gave back his son to his mother as he began to cry, reaching out his arm towards his mother. Lewis made his daughter go down the bed, knelt down to be at her height and kissed her forehead telling her everything will be ok. The four of them left the room letting him alone with Y/N.

Lewis sat down on a chair next to the bed and passed his hands through his hair, keeping his head in his hands, elbows on his knees. What if she died? What was he going to tell to her parents? How was he going to tell that after he took their daughter from them, after he killed her. Y/N’ s parents never loved Lewis. They knew about his alcohol issues, plus, their daughter moved at the opposite side of the country to be with him and for that they resented him. The machines made alarming noises and quickly doctors and nurses went in, tell him to leave the room.

Sitting on a chair in the corridor he looked at his children in front of him, his daughter asleep in her grandma’s arms and his son in his grandfather’s. How could he did that to them? How would he explain them that their mother will probably never coming back again ? How would he tell them it was his fault? Would his children be taken away from him? How could he live with that on his conscious ? He couldn’t. A doctor came back to tell him her heart stopped few minutes but they had intervened in time and he could go back to her.

Sitting back on the chair he leaned over her taking her hand in his.

“I don’t know if you hear me. Maybe it’s the case but you don’t even want to listen to me. I know you won’t never forgive me for that. And I know you won’t, because I know you’re gonna live. Because I rather prefer you to live and leave me, than you died. Please wake up, wake up and yell at me, tell me I’m the biggest asshole on earth, tell me you’re gonna divorced, you’re gonna take the kids away, but at least you will be alive. I could kill myself for having hurt you.” A tear felt down his cheek. “I should’ve listened to you, you’re always right. Forgive me for being the worst husband on earth. I love you, and maybe your greatest mistake was to love me back. You should’ve listened to your parents, I’m not good for you, you deserve so much better.” He kissed her hand and squeezed it. “Please stay with me, stay with us. They need you. I need you. I promise I won’t drink anymore. Not a single drop. Don’t give up on me.”

After his parents came back to say goodbye before bringing the children home, he stayed here. Staying all night sitting in the same uncomfortable chair beside her, keeping her hand in his. He didn’t fall asleep, how could he? It was his fault if she was laying there between life and death. He was anxious, devasted and angry towards himself.

Finally, when the first rays of sunshine went through the window, she felt their warmth stroking her cheek. Hardly she tried to open her eyes, blinded by the sunlight. As she woke up, all the pain due to the accident and the wounds woke up as well. She winced and slowly turned her head towards the window, subconsciously, she’d never thought see the sun again.

She groaned when she felt the pain which attracted Lew’s attention who was looking through the window lost in his mind. When he saw her opened eyes he almost jumped to the bed.

“Sweetheart ..” He didn’t dare to say anything else, what could he said ? She probably wanted to kill him and he couldn’t blame her.

“Lew …” She tried with a low voice.

“Yes sweetheart?”

“I’m thirsty ..” She continued with a weak voice.

He poured her a glass of water which was on the bedside table and gave it to her. Slowly, like she just woke up from a year sleep, she took the glass from both hands and he helped her to drink. Seeming exhausted she rested her head on the white pillow looking at him.

“Do you remember ?” She nodded. “I cannot say how much I’m sorry. Please forgive me, you were right, I shouldn’t have been driving.”

She reached out her hand toward his cheeks, him expected her to slap him. Instead of that she just stroke it. Allowing himself to do more he bent over her to kiss her forehead, gently caressing her hair.

“I’m so sorry ..” She could feel the pain in his voice.

“I know.” She responded with a soft voice.

“And I love you.”

“I know it too.”

“And I’ll accept every choice you will make.”

Maybe her biggest mistake had been to fall in love with him. That was probably what people around them could thinking. That she was too kind, too innocent for him. Yes, he was an absolute idiot sometimes, but he was her idiot. She would never regret her choice, she loved him too much for that, she needed him as much as he needed her. They were meant to be together.

“Lew ?”

“Yes sweetheart ?”

“I won’t give up on you.”

He smiled as he understood she heard everything he said while she was unconscious. Squeezing her hand near his chest, caressing her hair with the other, he bent down once again to kiss her. Realizing he had almost lost the most precious thing is his life, he was now ready to make all the efforts to give up on alcohol, she and their children deserved it more than anything.  

Sonate au Clair de Lune (Richard “Dick” Winters x OC)

Hello everyone ! Here is a little something with our favorite ginger-head nobody asked for. I've been wanting to try something for a while now, so here it is, see you at the end of the chapter. Enjoy !x 💕

As always, there’s no disrespect towards the real men of the company. It’s only based on their portrayals in the mini serie

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Warning : evocation of a dramatic war event

Sitting on a chair among the audience, Jeanne was stood straight as possible to see the scene where the orchestra was playing composition of Beethoven. As a linen maid in a Parisian hotel, she had spared money for months with her two friends and colleagues Gisèle and Solange to have the chance to afford an entrance for tonight’s performance at the Opera Garnier. Her family had never been rich, but she had received an education and music had been part of the instruction for the girls. She had quickly developed a passion for music but never had the financial means to learn to play an instrument or to attend performances.

The first notes of the “Moonlight Sonata” resounded in the Italian style theatre. Shivers came over her as she unconsciously played with the fabric of her little purse on her lap. Jeanne loved this piece that gave her a deep calm, whenever she felt bad, she would play the notes in her head to calm herself. As the composition was coming to an end, it provided to her a feeling of nostalgia, she thought to her parents she hadn’t seen for a while, her parents she had left few years ago to gain the capital city hoping it would be easier to find a job. Her parents had pushed her to leave the countryside in the Southwest of France where they were living, when she was 19 years old, convinced that she would have a better life by reaching Paris. No one had imagined that barely two years after her arrival war would be declared and that a little less than a year later the city would be under German occupation for the next four years. When Jeanne had arrived, she had to live for a few weeks on the meagre savings her parents had given her, then she finally found a small job as a linen maid in a hotel where she met Gisèle and Solange, the three of them having since become inseparable.

Her thoughts lulled by the music made her forget time and it was only when Solange gently pressed her arm that she came back to reality and realized that the performance was over. She gave her friend a friendly smile and stood up putting her brown coat back on before following her friends towards the exit.

She took advantage of each second passed in the building on her way out to admire the architectural beauty of the place she will not see again so soon. Once the three friends outside, they stopped at the foot of the stairs the time Gisèle lights her cigarette.

“C’était merveilleux!” - “It was wonderful!” exclaimed Solange. Jeanne laughed in front of the sparkling eyes of her friend, who had never had the chance to attend this kind of event either.

“Je suis d’accord, c’était magnifique, j’en ai eu des frissons.” - “I agree, it’s was beautiful, I got chills.” Jeanne passed her hands on her arms with a smile on her face.

Gisèle blew the smoke from her cigarette and nodded her head.

“C’est toi que nous devons remercier pour nous avoir persuadé de venir.”  - “We have you to thank for convincing us to attend.” She said to Jeanne and made a small reverence to her friend which made the three of them laugh.

People would walk by and sometimes look at them with curiosity, sometimes with a haughty look. It was the kind of event that attracted the Parisian gratin, dressed in their most beautiful clothes and adorned with their finest jewellery. And sometimes among this worldliness were simple people who had saved months or even a year to afford a place among the least expensive. Needless to say, Jeanne and her friends made a splash among the crowd.

“Allons-nous en avant qu’ils n’appellent la Maréchaussée pour nous évacuer.” - “We should go before they called the police to evacuate us.”  Gisèle mocked sarcastically.

The three girls laughed before leaving arm in arm. It was getting late but the city was far from sleeping, yet they had to return to their sinister little room on the top floor of an old building because they were starting their day very early. Gisèle and Solange separated from Jeanne once they arrived at their subway station to be able to return to their neighbourhood.

The young women kissed each other before saying good night. Once her two friends had left, Jeanne decided to walk along the Seine and enjoy the clear night and the beauty of the city before returning to her bed.

 As she walked along the quays, she couldn't help but admire the people around her who were enjoying the evening on the terraces of the illuminated bars and restaurants, life went back to normal. Since the Liberation in August, she enjoyed wandering the streets of Paris, especially in the evenings when it was less crowded and it was easier to admire the architectural gems without being pushed around by passers-by. She took pleasure in rediscovering this City of Light that had lost its luster during the past four years. Four years under occupation, fear, constant surveillance, violence generated by the reprisals of German soldiers against the resistance movements of civilians, attacks, shortages and rationing that had led a large part of the population to turn to the black market to provide for their needs, which Jeanne had been a victim of. Her meager salary already did not allow her to live a decent life, she had believed that she would not survive this.

Like many inhabitants, she had been a witness of the arrests of the Vel' d'Hiv’ Roundup in 1942, an event that had deeply marked the population, many of whom had bitter memories. A deep sadness invaded her thinking of all these victims, which gave her a shiver and she tightened her coat around her.

And then came August of that year 1944, the city had been liberated and Jeanne still remembered the feeling of relief.

Lost in her thoughts and without looking where she was going, she didn’t see the silhouette which also didn't look where it was going and ran into it.

The shock made her drop her bag and the program of the evening that she was still holding in her hands as if to prove to herself that the evening had indeed taken place. She crouched down to pick up her things and her head hit the head of the person she had collided with. She held her hand to her forehead and grimaced, releasing a sound of pain. The man had also crouched down to pick up her belongings and stammered something in English that sounded like an apology.

She stood up at the same time as he did, his head down, he glanced at the program he had in his hands and a small smile stretched his lips before straightening his head towards her.

“Sonata No. 14?”

A shy smile was born on her lips and she gently nodded her head, she may not have been bilingual but the music with this universal aspect made her understand what he had said. He gently handed her the booklet and she gently grabbed it and they stood there for a few seconds without either of them letting go of the paper and looking into each other's eyes. Finally, almost embarrassed, he nodded his head without letting go of his little smile and moved aside, passing by her to get back on his way, without taking his eyes off her before finally turning around so as not to bump into someone again.

Jeanne lowered her head towards the program cover with her shy smile still clinging to her lips, a strange feeling in her chest.

She finally returned home without any further incident and went to bed that night-joyful, not really knowing if it was because of her evening or her brief encounter with that soldier.

 ___

The next day she hurried to the hotel where she worked to take her shift. When she arrived she saw that the girls had already arrived and she hastened to take off her coat and put on her black apron, she had lost a few minutes in the subway and this made her arrive slightly late. When she met Solange on the service staircase, she learned that Louise, the fourth girl on the team, was sick and that they had divided up the rooms she should have taken care of between them three.

Jeanne hurried to fetch the clean towels to prepare the rooms before new customers arrived. In her haste she forgot to go upstairs one floor more and opened the door of the second room on the third floor, thinking it was the fourth. She didn't even realize that the door hadn't been locked, so there must was already someone in. She walked towards the bed and bent down to put down the towels on it when she stopped and slowly turned her head over a brown uniform lying there. She was abruptly struck by her stupidity and suddenly straightened herself up, perhaps a little too much, as she stumbled over a pair of boots and was about to finish her fall on her buttocks when she was caught by an arm that slipped around her waist.

Surprised, she quickly deviated of it and apologized, her babbling doesn't really wanted to meant something. She retrieved the towels from the bed before turning around and coming face to face with the same man as the evening before. He was only wearing a white shirt and a black underwear, he was probably in the bathroom when she entered that’s why she didn’t noticed someone was there.

“Vous ?” - “You?”

It was the mysterious stranger she had bump the night before. The same red hair, the same blue-grey eyes and that embarrassed smile so touching.

“Are you following me?” He asked both embarrassed and amused at the same time.

“Pardon ? Non !” - “Sorry?No!”

She tried to add something but nothing came out of her mouth and she shook her confused head.  

“I’m sorry I didn’t know this room was occupied.” She explained herself with a rather wobbly accent, which he found quite charming and which slightly stretched his smile.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine.”

Like the day before, they looked at each other in the whites of their eyes without saying anything, and then finally regaining the use of her limbs and speech, she walked towards the door, still stammering.

“I’m Dick.”

Even him was surprised of the words which came out of his mouth, what’s the point of telling her? He asked for himself. Also surprised of his words she turned towards him and it took her a moment before reacting.

“Jeanne.” She finally said calmly before rushing out, feeling her cheeks usually pale white turning into crimson red, so she hurried out before he noticed and that she looked ridiculous, at least more than she already did.

Dick looked at her in amusement and his gaze remained for a few seconds riveted on the door that had just closed.  

“Jeanne.” He says soflty to himself, a smile on the corner of his lips.  

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It's up to you! Do you think it's better to stop there? 🤔 Or how do you see a potential sequel? 😊

Throw me your ideas, they are the ones that will determine the rest of the story! Or not, it's up to you!🤷🏼‍♀️ It's your story!😉

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Nix is a very touchy person.                                          Correction: Nix is a very touchy person to Dick Winters and him alone.

Notes:

Word Count: 2,327

CW: mentions of period-typical homophobia

This portrays a romantic relationship between Dick and Nix, so if you’re not about that, this one’s not for you!

This is based off the actor’s portrayals, no disrespect intended to the real men.

This was basically just an excuse for me to be overly dramatic for 2,000 words about Winnix and I’m not sorry

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Sonate au Clair de Lune (Richard “Dick” Winters x OC) - Chap. 2

Drumrolls ... I’m finally back after a while of absence. I’m taking back things where I left them, sorry for the wait! Hope you’ll enjoy it !

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Leaving the room, Jeanne rushed down the stairs to the ground floor as if to escape her own ridicule. Once in the linen room she sat down on the wooden bench along the wall, the pile of towels she had kept against her resting on her lap, and put her hands on her burning cheeks. Her heart was pounding and she felt like an idiot. She was trying to regain her composure when the hotel manager entered and was surprised to see Jeanne there rather than on duty.

Mrs Evelyne was a woman in her fifties, of medium height and heavy build, with short, curly brown hair that reached up to her cheeks. Very friendly but also sometimes very authoritarian, she had inherited the management of the hotel after the death of her husband during the Battle of France in 1940.

"But finally, Miss Lemoine, shouldn't you be somewhere else now? " Implicitly, in a room doing housework.

Jeanne got up confused and passed in front of her, apologizing "Yes, Madame Evelyne, forgive me, I wasn't feeling very well."

"Indeed, my dear, you are all red."  She passed her hand over the young woman's forehead and nodded her head in silent affirmation. "You have a hot forehead. This is no time to get sick! I'm already down one person today, how am I going to run the place if I lose my employees one after another! "

"Everything is fine, I assure you. I'm going to continue to prepare the rooms." She quickly excused herself once more and left the room to take back the stairs she had been rushing down a few minutes before. Sick? If only Mrs. Evelyn knew, if only she knew that the warmth radiating from her face was only due to her interview with this complete stranger.

 She had not had the opportunity to see her colleagues and really talk to them and tell them about her encounter the day before and the embarrassing situation she had caused that day. It had to wait until the end of the day when they met up for a drink.

"Wait, didn't you realise the door wasn't locked when you opened it?" Solange teased gently as Jeanne buried her face in her hands in a fit of embarrassment. A muffled "No." was heard from between her hands which made her two friends laugh.

A cigarette in one hand, her glass in the other, Gisèle, sunken in her chair, laughed out loud, which did not fail to attract the looks of those around her.

"Stop it!" Jeanne waved her hand in her friend's direction, beckoning her to lower her voice, while Solange gave an apologetic look to the people around them. Despite her modest condition, Gisele looked very well-to-do when you saw her, always with her hair done as if she had just come from the hairdresser's, her lipstick perfectly applied, her appearance neat. Jeanne envied her friend and was amazed that she managed to look so chic, when their condition did not really allow it. She perfectly embodied the image of the chic Parisian woman of the 1940s, the perfect brunette with her intense red lipstick. Solange, on the other hand, was a blonde with brown eyes, and wore more provincial clothes, which suited her perfectly, she constantly wore flowery dresses that would have made anyone but her look old-fashioned.

"And what was this handsome stranger like?"

"Quite tall, very elegant in his uniform. Red hair, pale skin and eyes halfway between blue and grey, hard to tell. And an awkward air that made him charming. "

"Are we allowed to know his name?" Gisele asked with a snide look on her face, throwing a knowing glance at Solange who did the same.

"Dick. It's probably a nickname." Jeanne shrugged slightly and rolled her eyes as her two friends exchanged knowing looks.

"Very American.” commented Solange before raising her glass to her lips.

Jeanne glanced around and her mind wandered elsewhere, disconnecting from the conversation her two friends were having next to her. Her gaze swept over the crowd around them and as she saw all the American soldiers on leave in town, she thought back to her encounter the day before. She blushed once more and shook her head gently as if to push those thoughts out of her mind. She thought it was ridiculous to dwell on it when he probably didn't and had, for all intents and purposes, forgotten what had happened, to whom she must have seemed a fool. She had no idea that she was not the only one to think about it.

 ~

After Jeanne had left the room, Dick had packed his things in preparation for his departure from Paris and his return to Mourmelon where the company was stationed.  He had hoped to see her again when he left the hotel, but it was not to be, and a slight hint of disappointment was felt as he left. Even on the way by metro to the station where the train was to take him back to Mourmelon, he had hoped to see her again, since she had obviously fallen, literally, on him when he was not expecting it.

He had been intrigued by this young woman whom he had not stopped thinking about since he had resumed his duties. This mysterious young woman whose clumsiness made her charming and who had been put in his path, twice in a row.

He was still lost in thought when a hand snapped its fingers in front of his eyes to bring him back to the present. He looked up and saw Harry in front of him, who must have been talking to him for a few minutes already without him noticing. Dick lifted his chin, his eyes widening as he silently urged his friend to repeat.

"Are these reports that make you sleepy?" The redhead joked.

Dick looked down at the documents scattered on the desk, a pencil in one hand, his steaming cup of coffee in the other. He shook his head gently and turned his attention back to Harry.

"What were you saying?"

"Sink asks after you."

Richard put down his pencil and sighed before standing up and putting on his jacket. Since he'd been promoted Sink hadn't let go of his boots, surely that came with his new job. He walked down the steps of the small house where his room and office were located and headed for the command post to join Robert Sink who was waiting for him.

"Dick, old boy, there you are." Sink quickly raised his head to address him and turned his attention back to the documents on the table. Nixon, who was also there, came and stood next to Winters, bringing his coffee to his lips and addressing his friend.

"How was Paris?"

At this question the only interesting thing he remembered from his short stay, the young linen maid, crossed his mind and he held back a smile that would have caused Nix to ask him far too many awkward questions. He merely nodded and shrugged.

"That was good."

Nixon looked surprised and made a face of incomprehension.

"Just fine? You've got to be kidding me, Paris, man, Parisians women can't just be 'fine'."

Dick rolled his eyes and turned his attention to the maps spread out on the large wooden table.

"I'd forgotten who I was talking to. I should be asking you which museum you liked best." Nix continued, laughing at his friend before turning his head in the direction of Strayer, who had just called out to him and whom he joined.

During the time at Mourmelon, other officers had been able to go on leave to Paris after him. He had once wondered if these officers had stayed at the same hotel as him and if they had seen the young woman. 

One lunchtime while sitting in the mess with Nixon he heard one of the officers of the 3rd Battalion at the table behind them talking about his leave in Paris.

"One thing is certain, and you can believe me, the French women are very different from the English women we have seen." He laughed and his comrades joined in, which encouraged him to continue.

"You can't imagine the happiness of being able to enjoy the comfort of the hotel, to sleep in a real bed with clean sheets, and to enjoy a hot bath. And all the better in charming company!"

The men who were sitting at his table and listening to him tapped on it to encourage him to continue and get more details. Dick, with his back to them, was staring at his plate, unconsciously playing his fork with the contents of the plate, listening to what was being said behind him.

"It's a real joy to be surrounded only by women! The hotel employees, each one as delicious as the next, but then again, it's their job to take care of that sort of thing!" His fat laughter echoed through the room, always accompanied by the other men, his words making Dick roll his eyes.

"Lovely young women. You can say what you like about French women, they're very welcoming!"

Dick's jaw clenched, not really sure if it was because there was a tiny part of him that feared that the sweet person Jeanne appeared to be dealing with a jerk like him or just his image of women, or both.

"Where the hell are you?"

He lifted his head and looked at Nix in front of him who had been talking into the wind for several minutes.

"Excuse me?"

"You're not with us, what was keeping you so busy?"

He looked at his friend blankly and blinked before returning his gaze to his plate.

"I was thinking about the information Sink gave us this morning." He lied, which was enough of an explanation for Lewis to pick up where he had left off a few seconds earlier. Dick felt a stir at his back and the men who had been seated at the table behind him walked past to get rid of their trays and leave the canteen. Dick followed them with his eyes and then turned his attention back to his friend, not knowing what he was talking about.

As they left, Nix was still talking, either too engrossed in his speech to pay any attention to his friend's reaction, or accommodated it. Dick, on the other hand, had only one thing on his mind, and it had been the same ever since he had returned from the capital. He considered it stupid to keep going over what had happened, she was a complete stranger he would never see again, and she had probably even forgotten him the second she left the room. On the other hand he had much more important and topical things to think about, the company was being sent to the Ardennes where the German army was striking hard.

Hi! If it's okay can I request something with Luz? Maybe with the prompt "why are you embarrassed? You're beautiful, don't you see that?" Thank you❤️☺️

Obviously Fran! ❤️ You can ask me what you want! Sorry it took so long to write something, wasn't really here for a long time and now i'm trying to come back and take back everything! Hope you will enjoy this one, i have the feeling i've lost a bit at all of this.

PS: I have absolutely nothing against Sobel, I just needed to make him a bully for the story.

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Qui aime bien châtie bien. (George Luz x reader)

Running the back of her wrist over her forehead to wipe away the few drops of sweat that were beading on it, she let out a breath of exhaustion. This was the third time this month that Sobel had made her clean the latrine. "Don't take it personal.” He had told her a few hours earlier, indicating that she should bring her bucket and broom. When he'd first put her on latrine duty, she'd seen in his shifty little eyes a spark of pleasure at his putting her on that kind of task. But she hadn't paid much attention to it, it was part of the tasks that every soldier had to do, and it would have been wrong to see any form of sexism in it, at least not at first. But as the days, weeks and months went by, she came to understand that Sobel was trying everything he could to get her to give up. The comment he had made, which had made a lot of men laugh when he had first seen her, should have been a warning to her from the start. He did not intend to give her any chance. He thought that she would be unable to cope, that she would be far too weak in the midst of these men, that she would only be a distraction to what he intended to make the best company, and that if by some miracle she did get to the battlefield, he would not give a damn that she would die quickly and take many of her comrades with her.

She leaned against the wooden wall of the shack, which she had been polishing for too long for her taste. The sun had been beating down all afternoon on the small cabin where the heat was stifling, a heat that increased tenfold the odours associated with the place, causing her nausea to which she still hadn't become accustomed despite her numerous cleaning sessions over the months. As she took a deep breath to give herself courage, which she bitterly regretted the next moment, the hurried footsteps of brodequins on the hardened earth were heard. Franck Perconte poked his head through the entrance, out of breath from his run.

"But Y/N, what are you still doing here? Hurry up and get your training gear on, Sobel has summoned the company to run on Currahee!"

"What? What do you mean? Nobody told me!"

Should that have been so surprising? Perconte's apologetic look confirmed to her that it was not a surprise. Her friend wasn't surprised that she hadn't been warned, not participating in this sudden and precipitous training session would have given Sobel a good reason to sanction her, make her run alone at night on Currahee, take away her permissions, assign her various chores for which she would have missed other trainings and which would have given him reason to kick her out under the pretext that she would never be up to it and that she lacked investment and seriousness.

"Thanks for the warning Perco, I'll be right there."

Frank nodded and left as quickly as he could to get back to the ranks before his absence was noticed and he was sanctioned too. Y/N hurriedly put her broom and bucket away in the corner of the barracks before running back to her dormitory to put on her training gear. She ran so fast to join the departing company that she thought her heart would burst from her chest. When she arrived, Sobel's back was turned and she quickly moved to the back row next to Hoobler, who quickly signalled to her that the lace on her boot had come undone in her run. She quickly bent down to do so and stood up again just as Sobel turned around. He looked around at the recruits with a sly little smile on his face as he saw that his little black sheep was missing, but to his dismay that little grin evaporated when he saw her at the back of the ranks. Y/N and Hoobler both held back a smile as they saw the framer's face break down.

"Y/L/N! Glad to see you're honouring us with your presence, but the assembly time was scheduled ten minutes ago. You'll be doing two more laps than your classmates for being late."

She gritted her teeth and showed no reaction which would have gave him far too much satisfaction and just hated him inwardly. Herbet Sobel was enjoying giving her a hard time, good for him, but as he congratulated himself for pushing her further and further out, he had no idea that the relentlessness towards her was only fuelling her inner hatred and that this was what would give her the energy and perseverance to redouble her efforts and show him that he was wrong about her. It didn't matter what state Y/N would come out of that training camp in, as long as she would come out of as US Army paratrooper.

Despite the majority of macho and sexist men who made up the units at Toccoa, Y/N had found herself well surrounded. Some of her dorm mates had become true friends to her, while others were suspicious, and the last part didn't really care, which didn't offend her at all, since she would have liked them all to act that way.

It was always the same bunch that ended up in the middle of the row when they were running on Currahee, Y/N, Hoobler, Skip, Penkala and Malarkey. They had all quickly understood that they should not run too fast so as not to suffocate in the first kilometre and finish the race on their knees, and not drag too much so as not to suffer the wrath of Sobel on the latecomers in the last row.

Blended into the mass that was the company, they managed to help each other without being noticed when one of them was weak or not feeling well, because they, like all the others, had understood what Sobel did not seem to understand until then, that it was their unity that would take them to the top and help them through the horrors that awaited them.

When she reached the top of the mountain, she ignored Sobel, who was yelling at every soldier that he was too weak to make it back to camp, and descended in a flash when her foot landed crookedly on a piece of rock sticking out of the ground and her ankle twisted sharply. Donald, who was still following closely behind her, ready to cover her friend's back, caught her before she lost her balance and fell in pain, and no one noticed the incident. She bit her lip and clenched her teeth, thinking how she would be able to do two more climbs with one less ankle. Fortunately, the support of her friends taking turns to help her get back to camp allowed her to save a minimum of effort so that she could at least leave as if nothing had happened when Sobel ordered her to, and she silently thanked the heavens that he hadn't been around on their return to the camp.

The soldiers gradually returned one after the other, encouraging them to reform the ranks as they went along. She then moved back to the back to hide her wound and leaned on her left foot to relieve the right one, she enjoyed these few moments of respite until the company was complete, Sobel back with the rest of them. After checking that the canteens were still full, he looked around for Y/N ready to give her her punishment.

"Y/L/N! What are you still doing here, I thought you had two more turns than your comrades!"

Y/N then broke away from the ranks to go back, it took a superhuman effort not to show she was in pain and tried to go back as naturally as possible, each step, each stride making the pain unbearable.

"And don't try to drag it out! I know exactly how long it will take you to get up and down that hill. Try to fool me and you will be sent home with immediate effect!" He shouted at her as she walked away and before dissolving the ranks.

Her four friends watched her walk away with concern in their eyes. They stood there torn between joining her and defying Sobel's orders or leaving her alone to face her punishment, for which she had done nothing to deserve. They knew that she would have yelled at them for taking such a risk, that there was no way they would put their place here in danger to help her. As they stood there waiting for Sobel to disappear to give them free rein, Joe and Luz approached them with questioning looks.

"What are you waiting for?" Joe asked as he approached them and looked in the same direction.

"We can't leave her like this, she might not even make it to the bottom of the hill.” Skip said, turning to his comrades.

"Sobel took a dislike on her, do you want to be in his sights too?"

Malarkey glanced at Joe with a frown. "Since when do you play it solo, if it had been any of us you would have gone along without worrying about him."

Alex glanced up at the sky, which was darkening with the arrival of evening.

"It's going to be dark soon and it looks like it's going to start raining, that might put her in more trouble if the ground is muddy."

"Why more trouble?" asked George who no one had heard yet, his cigarette in the corner of his mouth.

"She hurt her ankle on the way down earlier. You don't have to be a doctor to know it's going to get worse if she keeps running."

"So what are we waiting for?" George replied, throwing his cigarette to the ground. "We're all supposed to stick together, we're not leaving anyone behind."

George bent down to tighten the shoelaces of his boots and started trotting towards the mountain, his comrades on his heels. Since their arrival at the camp the only contact he had had with Y/N was the jokes he threw at her, in all innocence of course, and to which she always replied vigorously and without lack of repartee. His attitude towards her hid a certain attraction for her.  Doesn't the saying go, " Spare the rod and spoil the child.” Her strength of character, her unfailing optimism, her humour and her ability to adapt to an environment that was hostile to her made him feel a certain admiration for this force of nature who never lost her smile no matter what anyone might do to push her over the edge. He'd never really tried anything other than the camaraderie approach, because underneath his extroverted clown exterior, the idea of getting close to his fellow girl he had a crush on terrified him. And he had no idea how to do it other than to tease her, which she could get very tired of.

Barely past the line of trees leading to the path in the woods, Y/N slowed her pace, her ankle aching horribly. She had given everything she could to move forward at a near-normal pace, but now she found herself hobbling along, any extra strength having left her. She could have simply told Sobel that she had hurt herself in training, and as much as she hated him, he wouldn't have gone so far as to force those extra climbs on her, or maybe he would have? She recognised that on this occasion her pride had prevailed, it would have been out of the question to give him another reason to devalue her, she was just as good as the others.

As she dragged her leg, she decided to take a break, just a few seconds, the time to take her foot off the ground to release all the pressure on her ankle and give herself a tiny rest. She closed her eyes, holding back the tears that were threatening to fall, although she could have opened the floodgates, no one was there to see her do it. As she enjoyed the surrounding silence for a moment and the cool breeze on her face, she felt a drop of water roll down her cheek and opened her eyes again when a rumbling sound was heard and a cool rain suddenly fell on her. Given the weather of the last few days it was not surprising that a storm would eventually break out. She sighed and set off again, trying to trot along as best she could, thinking of anything that would make her forget the pain. She relived the scene at dinner when she had told her parents and brothers that she wanted to join the army. The silence that had followed, the news making everyone at the table lose their words, a new thunderous roar resounded at the exact moment she saw her father pounding his fist on the table. This time none of her brothers stood up for her and encouraged her in what she wanted to do. When she finally felt water running down her cheeks she couldn't tell if it was rain, her tears or both. And as she felt them streaming down her face she saw the tears rolling down her mother's cheeks again.

  "You are totally unconscious!" Her father shouted as she said nothing, her hands on her knees, staring at her plate, her mother's hand slipping to the tablecloth beside her to reach for her hand and convince her only daughter not to join.

"A woman's place is not in the war! What would you do there? The intensity of the training and the horrors that await you there are not for a woman!” She had then raised her head, leapt to her feet, straight as an i, confronting her father.

"You don't think I can do it? Why should we have balls to fight for our country? I am a citizen of it as much as any man who populates it!"

"Y /N!" She had never spoken like that before, least of all to her father. She looked at her mother who had just exclaimed, then at her brothers, none of whom reacted, although they had always been on her side.

She remembered the look on her father's face, he had never answered that question, but what he showed on his face spoke for him. Lost in her thoughts she hadn't noticed the rain coming down harder and harder, she had even forgotten the pain until she stepped into a muddy hole and stumbled, falling to her knees, hands out, sinking into the mud. She realised that perhaps her father, Sobel, and the army in general were right, perhaps she really was incapable of going all the way, that she should have stayed at home, and joined the war effort like any other woman willing to help her country, in a factory or office or nursing the brave soldiers who were defending their country.

When training is too intense, there is bound to come a time when doubts creep in, motivation wanes and fatigue and lack of energy can make you regret even the most sensible choice. To hell with what they might say if she stopped now, if she decided to, it would all end now, in just a few days she would be back home, among her own kind, comfortably warm.

Still on her knees she pulled her hands out of the mud and looked down at her mud-covered legs and shirt, she ran the back of her hand over her cheek to wipe away the few tears, which at the same time smeared the mud splattered on her face as she fell. Finally she sat down to loosen her boot which was too tight on her sore ankle.

 "Y/N!!!" She looked up and saw a small group of men trotting in the distance. Her heart sank as she saw her friends running towards her, they had not abandoned her and she was surprised to see that Liebgott and Luz had joined her rescue group.

The latter, once he had reached her height, squatted down in front of her with a small smile on his face.

"So Y/L/N, you can't stand on your legs?"

This had the merit of making her smile. Two strands of hair were stuck to his forehead, wet from the rain, she found herself looking at every detail of his face, she had never really paid much attention to George, they teased each other a few times but she had never seen more, but now that he was there, in front of her, only a few inches away, she scanned him, asking if she was alright and looking at her wound, and she found him extremely beautiful. When she realised what she was thinking she looked down and was confronted with her appearance. Suddenly she felt very embarrassed, wounded like a fragile animal collapsed on the ground, full of mud, she did not look good.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a hand come up to her face and place a lock of hair behind her ear, she didn't even dare to imagine the look on her face, it was ridiculous.

"Why are you embarrassed? You're beautiful, don't you see that?"

"Stop being so charming Luz, we have to get her up and get her back to camp." Donald joked, before settling back into a serious tone.

Y/N was very fond of her friends, and while she was grateful that they were coming to her rescue, at this moment she wished they weren't here, or else mute. George chuckled and put an arm around her waist and then another under her knees ready to lift her up.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm helping you up, and you look bad enough to walk home."

"No, no no no. If Sobel sees you you'll all be thrown out!"

The men giggled as they found their friend there.

"Just say thanks." Alex said and winked at her.

"We're a team now, we don't leave anyone behind." Muck interjected.

"You really think he's still waiting there. He'll get Winters to report back to him, when he understands the situation he'll cover for us."

"You will be in trouble because of me. Maybe he was right after all..” Her voice lowered and she looked down. Malarkey gently squeezed her arm as if to comfort her before adding, "It could have been anyone, and we would have done the same. Don't let him devalue you, you're as strong as any of us, more so.

She looked at each of them in turn, realising how lucky she was to have been assigned to a company like Easy, and despite what Sobel might has put her through she wouldn't trade her place for anything. Knowing that it was because of men like them that she would have the chance to show what she was really worth, and that she was proud to be able to be part of a group of individuals like these.

As they walked back to the camp, her arms around the back of George's neck, he tightened the embrace, she turned her head towards him ready to tell him to put her down, aware that she must be quite heavy and was surprised at the smile that stretched his lips.

"Why are you smiling like that?"

He said nothing for a moment and let out a small chuckle.

"You know what, I think I like you Y/L/N." This earned a chuckle from the others before Joe added; "Poor thing, if she's going to be your constant target that's no gift."

Y/N didn't react and just turned her head and looked ahead, hiding the small smile she couldn't contain. Not suspecting that, although well surrounded, it was one man in particular who would watch over her more than anyone else for many years to come.

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For sure ! Thank you anon for this request, the part of romance inside of me loved having to write this one!

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Take care of you. (Carwood Lipton x reader)

Kneeling in front of the house she'd lived in with Lip in North Carolina since he'd returned from the war, Y/N was busy pulling weeds from the flowerbed she'd worked so hard to grow and worked just as hard to maintain. She passed the back of her wrist over her forehead and raised her head towards the sun, which was beating down hard for the beginning of April.

After the last few weeks of rain and gloom, the few rays of sunshine that had lit up the sky that morning had made her want to get out and enjoy the good weather by keeping busy outdoors, she had not expected the heat to be so strong that afternoon. She took off her gardening gloves and collected her equipment before straightening up painfully and taking the path to the house. Climbing the white-painted wooden steps, she placed her gloves and pruning shears on the small table on the porch and went inside to cool off. She went into the kitchen and opened the fridge, taking out the lemonade she had made that morning and then taking two glasses out of the cupboard. It was 5:30 and Lip would be home soon. Putting the two glasses on the table she let out a sigh. How long had she been comfortable in this life of a perfect housewife, having the same routine day after day, like clockwork, waiting for her husband to come home. Never before would she have thought she would have enjoyed this way of life, and yet. Everything went so fast after Lip returned from Europe. She had spent two years waiting for him, two years exchanging letters, waking up every morning with a lump in her stomach in constant anticipation of some terrible announcement. The news of the end of the war and his return had brought her immense relief and when she had seen him get off the train on that autumn morning in 1944, the ordeal of the last few years had vanished and she had longed only for a peaceful life with him, a peaceful life that he deserved after the hell he had been through. She didn't see herself becoming the perfect housewife, and sometimes she wished she hadn't. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard the front door close, Lip had just returned.

“Darling, I’m home.”

Life too quiet or not, Carwood's return always provoked the same thing in her, day after day, and she would not have liked to do without it for anything in the world. The joy she felt, the excitement that made her heart beat faster, just by his return. He hung his jacket on the coat rack in the hallway and placed his briefcase at the foot of it before heading for the kitchen, a smile lighting up his face as he saw his wife in the halo of light from the window.

"Did you have a good day?"

She asked him as she poured lemonade into one of the glasses. He walked over to her and took her in his arms, wrapping his arms around her waist, placing a kiss on her forehead. Y/N let go of the carafe and slid her hands over his shoulders.

"A whole bunch of meetings, stuck inside in this weather." She smiled, knowing full well that he would have preferred to have stayed home and tinkered outside. "What have you been up to today?"

"Nothing very interesting, I stayed quiet.”

"Quiet you say?" She nodded.

"Nothing special?" He asks more, she nodded.

"You stayed quiet, and you didn't make any effort?" She nodded again. "I know you've been out gardening.” Just as she was about to open her mouth to protest he gently ran his thumb over her forehead as if to remove something. She changed her mind when she saw his gaze lose its intensity and concern after he had put his thumb to his forehead and wiped off a trace of dirt.

"Don't lie to me, you have dirt on your forehead." His voice became deeper.

"Lip ..."

"Y/N, you know what the doctor said." Her heart clenched as she heard a hint of disappointment from her in his voice.

"It wasn't a big effort."

"It was still one too many efforts, a whole afternoon in the sun!"

"You know I can't just sit around doing nothing! It's been too long already and I can't go on like this for another two months!"

He sighed and pulled away from her, taking a step back, one hand on his waist, running the other over his face.

"You were there, you heard what the doctor said, you have to be careful, it's not good for you or the baby. Whether you accept it or not, you must avoid straining yourself, this pregnancy is already tiring you out too much, you must take it easy."

"But I already take it easy all the time Lip!" She raised her voice not in anger but in despair. "I don't do anything. Ever since we moved here I've done nothing. That's easy for you to say, you work all day, you're busy. But I, I'm not doing anything!"

His expression softened when he realised what she was talking about and he moved closer to her, taking her hands between his, bringing them to his lips to place a kiss on them.

"Oh darling. Why didn't you tell me this before?"

"Because I wanted to be a good wife. That's what all good wives do, they stay home and take care of their working husbands.”

"Honey, you know I .... You know that you have always had my support, and you will have it in every choice you make. Being a good wife doesn't come at the expense of your happiness and you don't have to stay cooped up here and take care of everything to be a good wife. You should have told me about this before.”

She felt bad that she thought he wouldn't accept her getting a job, since that's what it was all about. She felt bad for having had that kind of thought, when she knew very well that he wasn't like that.

"I just wanted you to have a normal life after all you've been through, have you seen how working women and moms, are looked at?"

He raised an eyebrow a slight smile stretching the corner of his lips.

"And since when do you care what other people say? After coming back from Europe any life would have been normal. I know you always care about doing the best for those around you, that you always want to put others and their welfare before your own, but this time it's you who need to take care of yourself, both of you. I've always sworn to take care of you, there's no way you're going to put your own desires before anyone else's. Soon we'll have the most important person in our lives to take care of, and that'll be enough for you to worry too much about the others around."

Dear God, this man was wise. He was right, nothing would soon matter more than the child they were going to have, all she had to worry about was this little thing to come, her and her husband who would always look after her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a kiss on his cheek.

"What would I do without you, Mr. Lipton?

"Oh I don't doubt you'd be fine, it's me who'd be lost without you.” He joked before pulling her close to him. "Raising a child is a monstrous task, but there will be two of us in this adventure, and if there is anyone who will know how to reconcile the roles of mother and working woman, it is you. Never have any doubts about that and never let anyone tell you otherwise.”

"I'm very lucky to have you Carwood Lipton."

"I'm the lucky one to have you, Mrs. Lipton."

She took his face tenderly in her hands before placing a kiss on his lips, to which he responded lovingly. For a moment they stood in the kitchen, embracing each other in the warm light of the late afternoon sun, both happy for the chance they had found each other just a few years before and had made it through the trials of the war, and now prepared for the new adventure of their lives, which would not be easy either, but knowing that they could both rely on each other, as they always had done.

📣 To the Band of brothers family here,

I want to write a new little thing with BOB characters but can't decide about which one. Who would you want to hear about?

Tell me in comments and the name which comes back the most will be the main character!

Holy moly- can't find the proper words to describe this expirience, but it felt like reading a whole story in one setting. Soo good, it has all the important information and scenes (and some more). Gonna need to read it again, thank you kind person for giftig us this wonderful piece of literatur!

Ronald Speirs x Medic!Reader Headcanons

Notes: Welcome to my Ron X reader headcanons! It goes through everything from Taccoa - post war! Word Count: 13,768

Warnings: Usual Band of Brothers and war stuff, swearing, once you get to the smut part there's too many things to give warnings for (it's not nasty just super smutty and a lil' kinky) Enjoy :D <3

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TOCCOA / NORMANDY

For the first bit you're at Toccoa you think that he HATES you because he’s constantly glaring at you the whole time from afar

It gets to a point where you start getting really nervous whenever you catch him staring, so none of the guys ever leave you completely alone just so they know you’re safe, and because, “we don’t know the guy, he could be crazy.” “Donny, we signed up to jump out of planes, we’re all crazy.”

He leaves anonymous gifts for you on your cot

Nothing fancy, just something like an extra pair of socks when you get to England, or one day after you’re being teased by Don, Muck, and Penkalla and they accidentally rip the binding of your book there’s a fresh brand new copy packaged neatly on your pillow

All of the boys of course go ‘OOOOOOOOoooOOOOOoo” every time something appears just to tease you

all through the second leg of training in England, he’s still staring at you but now it’s not just from across the training area, it’s also from across the pub, and the meeting rooms, and the mess hall

“If he keeps looking at me I’m gonna start yelling at him-”

“Maybe don’t do that while he’s at the range.”

everybody notices to the point of constantly teasing you about it

“y/n you may wanna ask Doc to check your back out from all of the knives Speirs is glaring into it-“

“MUCK-!”

You notice the stares are starting to happen less and less as it gets closer to D-Day

You honestly get kinda lonely without him hovering constantly, to the point where the rest of the guys start to notice you looking around for him

“Looking ‘round for your guardian angel y/n?”

“Toye I swear to god!”

The day that you were supposed to drop into Normandy comes and gets cancelled, and you’re too anxious to sleep and decide to slip out and go for a walk to clear your head

You’re wandering around the empty streets taking it all in because for all you know, this may be your last night on Earth and goddamn it if you can’t get hammered you’re gonna take a nice fucking walk

You’re 20 minutes into your walk along a few of the random streets and just enjoying a final night of calm, when you see a figure across the street from you smoking

It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust and notice who it is (it’s Ron obv), and once you do you just pause because for the first time, you’re looking at him before he’s looking at you

When he looks up from lighting his cigarette his eyes go wide and he takes a small step back because you’re looking at him, ‘oh god why are they looking at me like that-’

You just give him a small smile and raise your hand in a wave

He just stares back at you until you turn and walk away, still smiling but just thinking ‘Oh god why did I wave at him? You looked like an idiot in front of Speirs nice going-’

D-Day arrives and you’re sitting with the rest of Easy getting your final mail call before you jump and you’re just pacing waiting and mildly freaking out

By this point, you’ve gotten so much comfort from being able to look around and find Ron to ground you that before you drop your head is on a constant swivel trying to find his eyes in the crowds of soldiers

You finally find them and when he looks at you he can see just how scared you actually are, (as much as you try to hide it)

Ron decided to make his way over to you because ‘they’re scared, I should go comfort them- that’s what you do when you like someone right?’

He walks right up to the small group you’re standing next to and they go completely silent as he does, but he just walks right past them up to you and you’re terrified because he’s never been this close to you before you’ve only seen him from across a room

You both just stand there staring at each other for a moment before Ron says “I’ll see you down there. Good luck.”

You’re just standing there trying to process just how close he is to you finally, and are trying to take in all his features and the sound of his voice because, ‘If I'm going to die the final thing I want to see is a good looking man.’

One of the boys has to cough really loudly to get you to snap back to reality

“Oh-! Yes- Yes Sir, good luck to you too…I hope to see you down there…under different circumstances than I usually see people…” You try and joke, half gesturing to the white medic band across your right bicep

You’re laughing a little awkwardly because ‘God he is good looking up close’ and he’s not laughing because of course he’s not, but he does have the absolute smallest quirk of the corner of his mouth, indicating that he heard your joke at all

One of the boys from the group just leans to another and goes “God that was bad, he’s gonna shoot them the second we get down there-”

You’re all loading up into the planes, and you stop on the last ring of the ladder to take a final look at allied Europe and you catch Speirs getting into his plane across the tarmac

He turns his head and for the second time he makes eye contact with you, rather than the other way around. He just nods and climbs in, hoping that he sees you down there, alive.

Once D-Day hits and rumors start about him killing that group of POWs everyone is like ‘fuck that’ and stays clear of him even more than usual

You hear the rumours and get a little anxious about seeing him again because you don’t really know anything about him, just that he’s handsome and a bit of a badass

For a while you only see him out of the corner of your eye, while you’re either waiting with Easy or while rushing by him trying to stop a soldier from bleeding out on a stretcher

Then the day comes when you have your second conversation and you start to realise that he’s just another man trying to get through this, and that maybe he’s not so bad

it happens when Tab gets stabbed and (as one of the medics for Easy) Joe Liebgott calls for you to come help Tab

your second real “conversation” is you turning to Speirs and demanding his compress bandages to stop the bleeding from his 3 wounds

he’s not used to being given orders, he’s a CO for God's sake, but when you do it he listens like they’re coming straight from the president himself

he’s always just admired from afar (except for your single previous conversation at the airfield), but he’s listening to you like ‘yes ma’am/sir whatever you say’ he is WHIPPED

you grab his hand and press it onto one of the wounds to compress it and his mind just stops for a second, because your hand is so warm and soft and the way you’re talking to Tab telling him that he’s “gonna be okay, don’t you worry Tab, I gotcha’” makes him feel something new

you leave with Tab to take him to the med station behind the line and Ron feels his heart tug at the sight of you walking away from him, (even if it is to help someone)

you come back from the aid station that you brought Tab to about 2 days later, and in those two days Ron is constantly hovering around Easy, whenever he gets a chance to see if you’re back yet

Easy is just like side eyeing him every time he comes over thinking ‘oh god he’s gonna kill us, he’s stalking his prey’

but once you get back and he sees that you’re okay, (just covered in a little more blood from helping at the aid station) he can breathe again and goes back to Dog Company like nothing happened

After a few days of being behind the lines you start to receive a few gifts

Definitely not as many as before you dropped but one every week or so

One day you get handed a letter from a runner and it has nothing it but a simple watch with a leather strap, no note or anything, but it’s convenient because your watch got broken during your last trench raid and have been in need of a new one

he has to suppress a smile each time he catches you checking the watch

Speirs gets a pretty nasty cut on his hand during a raid and instead of being concerned he’s decided it’s his chance to have another conversation with you, so instead of going to his own company's medics he makes a beeline straight for you.

you’re standing with a group of Easy men and he just comes walking right up to you being all like “y/n.” “o-oh! yes Sir- " "need your help.” and then he just wanders away knowing you’ll follow him

the boys you’re standing with just give you a look like you’re a dead man walking. George legit says “it’s been an honour serving with you” like you’re about to die (and honestly you’re so nervous you may just as well)

walks into the makeshift aid station where Gene is working on the shrapnel in Winters leg and Ron just leans against a table and hold his hand out to you, the blood is steadily flowing out of the cut and your eyes go wide and you start to freak out because “Sir this is a serious cut you should have gone to someone sooner! Where's your company medic? They could have helped you faster than coming to me!”

he just stands there staring at you with this blank expression but his eyes are so soft when he looks at you fussing over his cut.

(Gene and Winters are off to the side just giving each other a look, ever the observant ones)

you tell him his hand needs stitches but only a few. He's not been listening to you for the past 20 minutes while you stop the bleeding and disinfect his cut, he’s just staring at you and the way you look in the dirty window light.

he only snaps back when the stitching needle first threads through his skin and he takes a sharp breath in because he’s so caught off guard

your head snaps up to him when he hisses and you look so sad that you’ve hurt him

“Sorry Sir, I didn’t mean t’ hurt you, but we gotta get this closed up.”

your hand that is holding his steady moves slightly so you can run your thumb along his palm to sooth him

his whole arm is tingling when you touch him so gently, completely forgetting about you stitching his gash up until you pull your hand back like “alright Sir, you’re good to go. be sure to keep it clean, and in about a week your company medic can take those out for you.”

Just grunts and nods a thanks to you as he walks out the door.

Gene laughs a little and you turn to him all “what? what's it?” “nothin’…” “what do you mean ‘nothing’!” “just funny is all…you’re good to go Sir.” Gene just drops the conversation after that and leaves you spiralling as to what he meant by ‘nothin’’

when you make your way back to the group you were hanging out with, Malarkey just starts yelling “they’re alive!!! you made it, you stayed into the jaws of death and lived to tell the tale!!!”

You all laugh and the guys continue to tease you and you’re just standing there sputtering out excuses and blushing. Ron is just watching from afar through a cloud of smoke and his mouth tilts up just the slightest

You don’t have many conversations with him, but you both try and subtly go out of you ways to be near each other

Even the men start to notice that whenever Speirs has a moment of freetime he’s lingering around Easy or the aid station

You tend to walk around together a lot, (he’s always waiting outside the aid station for you after a long shift), it’s either you both walking in silence or you talking while he smokes

Rarely does he ever talk on your walks and it’s even rarer that it’s about his life outside of the war

The one or two times he slips up and tell you something about himself you feel so warm and hold that so close to your heart that you start a small list of facts about him in your notebook

Nothing huge just small things like, “like peonies”, “got a really bad haircut when he was 10 that he still hasn’t emotionally recovered from”

Ron wants to know everything about you and loves to hear you talk

He also starts a list of facts about you (that you both compare much later in the war)

(After a long while of knowing each other the lists have certain things crossed off like, “favourite colour is green the blue of the lake in his hometown”, and “their favourite song is ‘everybody loves my baby’ ‘sweethearts holiday”)

one day a book you were just talking to Webster about appears at the top of your pack, and sure it’s a little beaten and battered but you like it nonetheless, and all the guys start losing their minds because “WE’RE IN A WAR ZONE AND HE'S FINDING TIME TO GO BOOK SHOPPING FOR YOU???”

At this point you realise that you actually start to like-like him

You spend so much time together that the boys start poking fun at you and the officers start making some subtle remarks at Speirs (looking at you nix and Harry)

Everyone gets taken off the line and has a break pass in Aldbourne and it’s there that Speirs decided that now is the time to make some sort of move on you

Ron is picking you up from a long shift at the aid station with Gene and you look practically dead on your feet as you walk out, your hair is a mess, there’s blood on your clothes and under your nails and you’re pretty sure there may be vomit on your boots but to him you look like an angel with the light from the aid station coming from behind you giving you a halo

You walk up to him and give him a tired smile, already used to the routine of him walking you back to where you’re being billeted in, when he just blurts out

“Will you go dancing with me?"

You freeze, staring into his eyes (which are full of fear, although you’d never tell anyone that) and break out into a huge grin

“yeah…yeah I’d love to go dancing with you.”

Ron lets out the biggest sigh of relief you’ve ever heard and you gently slip your hand into his as he starts to walk

You just have the biggest grin on your face as he drops you off at your door and says “so, I’ll pick you up tomorrow night?”, “I’ll be waiting.”

This man is at your door 10 minutes early just pacing trying to work up the nerve to knock on your door, and you’re just watching him pace giggling to yourself because this man will jump out of a plane and kill Germans and show no fear, but he gets scared picking someone up for a dance

He finally knocks 2 minutes before he said he would be there and you rush to the door, pulling it open and freezing

Because good god he is in his dress uniform, clean shaven, hair neatly done and he is beautiful

You both stand there looking each other up and down for a few moments, taking the other in, since you’ve never seen each other cleaned up in your dress uniforms before

“Hi-” “You look-”

He takes (steals) one of the jeeps from the base to take you out to a small dance hall that’s just far enough out of the way that none of the regular enlisted men can get to it without a vehicle (perks of being a scary officer), so it’s you, a very small handful of other officers and the locals

This boy can DANCE

I fully believe that he would dance with his sisters and mother and grandmother when he was younger (in the way that you force your youngers to play games with you when you’re kids)

He’s also strong (HIS ARMS IN HIS DRESS UNIFORM ARE MMMMM-) so he can swing and spin you around like nobody’ business

This boy is smiling and laughing like there’s not a single thing wrong in the world, because when you’re in his arms that’s how everything feels

You both drink quite a bit and get rather giggly

You spend that last half of your night tucked together at the back of the hall in a booth, nursing lukewarm beers with your legs thrown over his and just whispering and giggling with each other

He is running his fingers up and down your leg!!!! He’s not doing it as any form of proposition, he’s doing it because he genuinely loves to just touch you and finds so much comfort in it

You’re both just talking and telling each other about yourselves and what your lives are like/what you want them to be after the war is over, (“If I knew all it took to get to know you was a few drinks, I would have stolen Nix’ secret stash.”)

You’re just constantly leaning closer and closer to each other throughout the night, to the point that your lips are basically brushing every time you speak

At the end of the night he drops you off at your house (he spins and waltzes you up to your door. Yes he’s tipsy.), and you lean in and give him a kiss, just a quick peck before rushing out a “Good night, I had a wonderful time!” and running through the door

You peek out the window to see him leave but he’s just standing there for a second, in a slightly tipsy daze because, you just kissed him, and he’s pretty sure his heart stopped

The next morning you wake up with a mild hangover and memories of an incredible night

You somehow manage to pull yourself out of bed, strip off the last of your dress uniform from last night and get yourself down to the mess hall in your OD’s

The second you have your food and walk over to Easy the boys lose their minds and are cheering and giving you pats on the back

You’re so confused because “what’s all this for? The war end while I was asleep?”

“Heard you had a little date last night with a certain officer-?”

Your head snaps over to Gene because he was the only other one at the aid station when Ron asked you out

“GENE-!” who looks smug as fuck as you start throwing wadded up napkins at him

Ron is watching from the officers table, smirking at how flushed you become from all the teasing

Nixon just leans over and goes, “You chose a good one Sparky. Those boys might be scared of you, but if you break their heart, they’ll break your fucking neck.”

I don’t think that you put a label on what you are, at least not for a long while since you’re both so scared of losing the other and in war nothing is guaranteed

You both just know that if you need someone to talk to or just are in need of some comfort you go to each other

 You start to seek each other out unconsciously, eyes immediately searching for each other in every room and in every group after every mission

If someone is looking for one of you they know to look for the other because you’re never far behind each other

There’s a joke going around within Easy that you can’t ‘sleep without your teddy bear’ because you can’t sleep very well without Speirs

Sleeping cuddled up with Speirs in a pile of hay, leaves you better rested than sleeping alone on a real bed

You never tell each other you love one another until you go on leave in Paris, up until then you just say, “Come back to me.” “I will. Promise."

And the second you get back from anywhere you make a b-line for each other and say, “You came back to me.” “I promised, didn’t I?”

(You tell him that you love him first though. He doesn’t even hesitate to say it back.)

I don’t think that y’all kiss a lot just because Speirs is a very reserved person with a reputation to keep up

He does love to drag you behind buildings, away from prying eyes to kiss you or make out with you (he LOVES to make out with you against a wall where you can both just keep pushing against each other- we’ll get to this later, this man makes me have many thoughts)

You and Ron are sitting at the back of the room, just holding hands and playing with each others fingers, half watching the movie when some officer comes bursting through the doors turning on all the lights, shutting off the movie and yelling about moving back out

Ron and you look at each other because, “I didn’t buy a scarf in Paris."

BASTOGNE

At first you two are excited because you can have secret foxhole rendezvous, within a week you’re both like, ‘I am freezing and emotionally distraught, do not touch me’

The only person who bring you any comfort when you can’t be near Ron is Gene, but nobody wants to lose both their medics in one blast so you’re either in a foxhole by yourself or a little bit off the front and sitting with Joe Liebgott and/or George Luz

Everytime Ron comes by the foxhole the guys are still scared of him so they tend to stay silent while the two of you talk or they just completely dip and leave the two of you alone

(they realise how little time the two of you get to spend together now that you’re both: a) on the front line again, and b)meant to be on full alert to watch for any stragglers trying to force their way through)

The guys are still weary that you’re with Ron (in what sorta way you’re together the guys still aren’t 100% sure still), but I think that seeing the way he treats you in Bastogne changes that

He’s constantly making rounds, and “mysteriously” ending up at your foxhole

(he blames it on how sparse the line is but everybody knows that’s a lie because that man knows where everything is at all times)

You both don’t talk a lot during Bastogne, finding more comfort in physical closeness and sharing what little warmth you both have with each other

You’re both freezing but somehow Ron never seems to shiver, like he can just will his body not to, whereas you’re just shaking like a leaf as he hold you

On Christmas you’re huddled in your foxhole with Joe and George, and Winters comes crunching through the snow towards you

Being the nicest man ever he just crouches down and tell you

“Go.”

“‘Scuse me Sir?”

“Go spend Christmas with Sparky.”

You’re out of the foxhole the second he says ‘Christmas’ with a quick “Thank you Sir-really thank you!” over your shoulder as you’re moving as fast as your frozen legs can carry you

Plopping into his foxhole with your blanket and he’s startled for a second before smiling at you and in just the absolute softest voice

“Hey sweetheart, Merry Christmas.” with the sweetest smile that warms you from the inside out

He got (stole) a gift for you. It’s a non-army-issued scarf that’s your favourite colour.

You gave him a photo of the two of you that you’ve been secretly holding onto since you got them developed 

It’s a photo of the two of you getting ready to have the actual photo of the two of you in your dress uniforms taken, but it's just him looking down at you as you fix his tie

He won’t admit it but he tears up a little when he sees it, because you’ve been getting the shit bombed out of you every day, you’re freezing to death, you don’t have enough of anything and everybody is so tired, but this photo is so domestic and sweet, and it reminds him of when you were anywhere but here and he just loves you so much he can’t fucking stand it

New years eve comes around and you’re in your shared foxhole with Liebgott and about 2 minutes before midnight Ron comes to do “his rounds” and “make sure everybody’s dug in properly”

(at this point everybody knows that if Ron is seen around Easy he’ll say it’s to check on everybody, but they all know he just wants to see you and make sure you’re okay)

He kneels down next to you and Joe nudges you awake

You startle upright and when you realise nobody is hurt you look and see Ron next to where you were sleeping

“Ron!” you’re so sleepy but so excited to see him for the first time since Christmas day, that his heart just about bursts

Just just motions you to follow him which you happily do, he’s a few paces ahead of you and you job a little to catch up to him and slip your freezing fingers into his fingerless glove covered ones

He leads you a little ways away from the other foxholes and behind a few trees (not so far that you couldn’t reach one if you started getting bombed again but here they won’t hear whatever you both say)

“What’s up Ronnie?”

He just holds a finger up for you to wait, after about 20 seconds of silence he whispers

“3…2…1” and gently cradles your face and kisses you so sweetly that you can’t help but sigh into it

It honestly turns into a light makeout before you pull back from him

“Wha-...what was that for? Not that I’m complaining but-”

“Happy new year sweetheart.”

You just beam at him because you may not have remembered but he did (specifically so that he could have an excuse to celebrate and make out with you)

“Happy new year honey.”

The day to take Foy comes finally and you’re sent out onto the field with the boys

You and Gene are not too far away from each other just incase the other needs any assistance

Ron is having the words day of his life, because he’s just stood up on that hill watching the battle take place, and he can’t do anything to help you

You’re hiding behind that building with Lipton when you hear someone calling for a medic on the other side of the street

Ron just got the order to take over and he’s about to start running when he sees you go down

you stuck your head around the corner to get a better look at who was yelling and you get *ping!*’d by a bullet, right off the side of your helmet, throwing you back onto the snow

Ron takes of running through the field because ‘oh god they’ve been hit’ and he needs to get this situation under control because god knows Dike isn’t going to

he takes over for Dike and starts giving out orders before running to “talk to carwood” (check if you’re alive)

he sees you sitting up against the brick wall partially covered by Randleman’s arm comforting the best he can in this situation you as you shake -because, sure you may have been through various war zones in the past year and a bit, but everybody knows that you don’t kill medics- and he can finally breathe a sigh of relief as he realises you’re not hurt just extremely shaken at the close call

When Carwood tells him they need to link up with I company he doesn’t hesitate to start running again, you lean forward trying to grab at his jacket yelling for him to come back

he ignores you, knowing that if he looked back at your terrified face he wouldn’t be able to move forward

Carwood leans over to tell you that he’s made it to I company, but you’re just sitting there shaking because “oh god he’s gonna die, he’s gonna fucking die- Lip why would you tell him that? You know how he is!”

When Lip peaks his head back around the building he sees Ron running back to you and decided against telling you because he knows that’ll just make you worse

the second Ron makes it back to you, you're pounding against his chest with closed fists and yelling at him through tears that he’s “-an asshole! what the fuck were you thinking?! what if you got hit- i can’t fucking stand you!”

Ron isn’t hurt because he knew that was going to terrify you but he had to do it

He’s not even paying attention to you tbh, he’s talking to Lip because he needs to get you safe first, reunions are for after the battle is done

Once the battle is officially over you’re all sitting about, most of the men sitting on the tank in the centre of town, singing and being filmed by the camera men.

you’re standing partially off to the side next to George, practically ignoring Ron -who is lingering nearby talking to Winters- giving you glances every few seconds

He knows you have every right to be frustrated and angry with him because he put his life at risk multiple times without thinking of the consequences other than he ‘needs to end this gotta make sure you’re safe’, but that doesn’t mean that it hurts any less

suddenly a shot rings out from the attic of one of the destroyed houses and a bullet whizzes right by you, everybody scatters, George grabs you and pull you behind the building with Shifty

you’re completely frozen in George’s grip, terrified that you almost got shot again

And “Jesus Christ, don’t they know you’re not supposed to shoot medics, they’ve got a fucking armband for a reason” from George behind you who has an iron grip on your arms

waiting a few moments after Shifty took the shot people nervously start walking back onto the street, but Ron makes a beeline for where George is still gripping onto you (explaining that he “can’t lose another friend he just can’t”)

Ron just grabs you and pulls you into him, you tuck your head right between his shoulder and jaw, your cold nose against his neck causing him to shiver

he just holds you and you hold him

cut to: night in the church and you’re finally warm and able to shed some layers since you’re no longer freezing to death

Ron walks up to you, no jacket on just his sweater with the army-issued suspenders hanging around his waist (‘he looks like such husband material- now is not the time you’re supposed to be mad at him!!!’)

“Can I speak to you…in private…” he leads you through the church to one of the back rooms and closes the door so you can speak freely

You both just stand there staring at each other, both being too stubborn to apologise first

You’re just staring at him in the candlelight for a moment, taking in the way the light flickers off his features and his eyes and you just burst into tears, bringing your hands up to over your face

Ron is so startled it takes a moment for his brain to reboot and realise ‘holy shit they’re crying’ and scoop you into his arms

He rubs the back of your head and you just weep into his chest, crying out run-on sentences like “I’m sorry i was hitting you I was so mad at you- why the fuck would you do that-” as he tries to comfort you between your sobs, “I’m sorry-” “What if you had gotten hit, I couldn’t have gotten to you, I would have just had to watch-” “I’m so sorry” “I don’t hate you I promise, I’m sorry I was so mad-”

Ron just stands there rubbing over your head and back, rocking you in his arms as he lets you cry about everything that’s happened

Once you settle down a little bit so now you’re just hiccupping and the last few tears falling down your cheeks Ron just whispers into the crown of your head “I thought I lost you…”

You pull back a little and tilt your head up to look at him “...what do you mean? Just because you scared the shit outta me doesn’t mean I’m gonna leav-”

“No when you- I saw you get hi-” He closes his eyes to try and calm himself, just imagining what had happened to you and what he thought happened to you brings him to tears, “I saw you fall and lay there and I thought I just watched the love of my life die in front of me-”

“Ron-Ron please look at me…” He has to will his eyes open, ‘I’m here, I’m okay I promise. A little scared, a little dinged up, but I’m safe, and you’re safe- and we’re okay.” you both just lean back into each other and hold each other for a few minutes, both trying to calm yourselves and reassuring each other that you’re okay

Gentle “I thought I lost you” kisses !!!!!!

About an hour after, you and Speirs disappear you come back out to the main room, the choir is still singing and a few of the boys look over, ready to poke fun at you and lighten the mood, but the second they see your face they back out because, you may not let on but you’re just as affected by everything as everyone else is, and you watching the man you’re in love with risk his life was finally your breaking point

You fall asleep in that church cuddled up on one of the pews towards one of the side windows, Ron sitting sideways on the pew with his legs laid out, you’re laying cuddled into him with your back against his chest and holding his arms wrapped around you

You both just whispering to each other how much you love one another between sleepy kisses as you fall asleep

HAGENEAU

Hageneau isn’t much better emotionally, everybody is still cold and miserable, and people keep dying even though you’re covered by houses and roofs

The only saving grace is the single warm shower with no soap, the clean uniform and the uncomfortable squeaky mattresses

Speaking of the showers, the officers get their own shower area away from the other men, that are broken into small cubicles for a bit more privacy

Ron sneaks you into the officers shower so you can have some time for just yourself, instead though you ask Ron to stay with you

He's hesitant because you never get any time to just be alone, constantly surrounded by other soldiers or on occasion being shuttled to the aid station as an extra set of hands

But he takes one look at you, covered in blood and dirt, barely able to keep your eyes open, cold and so so upset, and he folds like a lawn chair, nodding and following you to one of the stalls

When you shower together this time nothing about it is sexual, it’s the complete opposite of your time in Paris, nobody is laughing and making soapy mohawks or having really good shower sex. You’re just standing near each other, sometimes not even touching, just enjoying the warm water and the feeling of weeks of dirt and blood running down the drain

You both stand there a few times, looking at each other and the others body, taking in all the changes that your body has gone through since before Bastogne

You spend some time just running your hands over the others' new scars, some are fresher and some have faded with time. There’s a few scars that were fresh when you were on leave and when you both run your fingers over them for a moment you can imagine you’re back there safe and haven’t yet gone through the hell-on-earth that is that forest

Then the ground rattles with artillery and you decide that’s enough time wishing you were somewhere else.

Ron claims a room in the least destroyed house he can find and is like “I found a room for us :)” and something about the way he says “us” makes you feel warmer than the sun and it lifts your mood so much for such a little thing

The night of the prisoner snatch is stressful and you’re not even going across the river

You’re sat on the edge of the allies bank right where the boats will land, just incase anybody is hurt

You spend the entire time after they launched crouched against the cold dirt hoping that your friends make it out okay

Of course nothing goes right and it’s practically a fist fight as the boat sails across the water

You’re right there the second they land and jump into action

The boys carry Eugene Jackson towards the basement where the rest of the men had been waiting, struggling as he writhed and cried from the pain, limbs flying out every which way, and eventually smacking you right in the face

Your eyes water as Eugene's fist collides with your cheek, sending you stumbling back into the wall

There’s yelling and chaos and you holler for someone to “go grab Doc Roe!”

By the time Gene gets to you your fresh uniform has blood smeared on it from trying to cradle Eugene's face to keep him still and your hands are wet with the red liquid

Gene gestures for you to move and allow him to take over which you do willingly, now turning to Babe to try and distract him from the horrible screaming and crying Eugene is letting out

Ron is sitting up on the bed in the he had commandeered for you both when you come shuffling into the room blood soaking your hands and smeared on your fresh uniform

He doesn’t look up from the files he was given, just greeting you with a, “Hey sweetheart, how’d it go?”

You don’t respond, just walking silently into the bathroom attached to the room turning on the tap and scrubbing the blood off your hands

“Baby?”

You’re just scrubbing, and scrubbing and scrubbing and it just ‘won’t come off’ and ‘jesus christ why won’t it come off?’

You’re not even scrubbing anymore you’re just scratching at your hands, your wrists, your arms, and you just want it off “off, off, get it off”

And suddenly rough hands gently grab your wrists and there's a voice speaking to you and telling you that, “it’s okay, we’ll get it off, we’ll get it off…take a deep breath and we’ll get it off”

You’re not even crying you’ve just gone numb and have a thousand yard stare over Ron’ shoulder as he gently washes your hands in his own, he’s watching the red water turn to pink and finally to clear

Ron takes his time, making sure to clean every finger and under every nail until your hands are the cleanest they’ve been since before Bastogne

Ron turns off the tap and just looks at you with the saddest eyes, you don’t even realise he’s finished until he asks you “are you okay?” he knows the answer but knows that’s the only way to get you to tell him what happened

“Eugene died…” his eyes go wide, “Jackson- Eugene Jackson…” his face goes slightly more lax, realising that your fellow medic hadn’t been killed “he was twenty-three…he kept crying he was in so much pain, his face- he was-”

Ron is watching you concerned and gets scared as you just stop talking, like someone suddenly turned off a radio

“You don’t have to talk y/n…can I- can I touch you?” He’s never seen you this small before, you’re like a wounded animal, your eyes are dead and looking straight through him

Not even looking at him you just nod silently. Ron nods back and scoops you into his arms, carrying you back into the main room, gently placing you on the bed

You’re both silent as he unlaces and takes off your boots, and then your dirty jacket and (he asks of course), your pants and shirt too

he’s already making a plan to get you a new uniform before you wake up

he grabs his sweater he was wearing that night in the church and pulls it over you, it covers you well enough since it’s a size too big

You’re sitting on the edge of the bed and Ron gets up for a moment and walks over to his pack and takes out a small bottle and a rag, he tips just a few drops of the liquid onto it and comes back to you, so softly just brushing it over your hands to get rid of the smell of copper blood

Once he’s done you raise your hands to your nose and it just smells like Ron

It takes you a moment because you haven’t smelled it since Paris but it’s the cologne he bought while you were both there, and it just takes you back to the time you spent together, when everything was okay and it felt like you weren’t two soldiers on leave but just two people in love spending time together

you realise that he wiped just enough of the cologne on your hands that you can’t smell the copper anymore and you can just smell him

you just lay down and curl up on the bed as Speirs gets his outer layers and boots off before climbing in behind you and pulling into him, your back to his chest

he just holds you the whole night, letting you cry, or mumble about how “none of this is fair”, and he talks about what you’re going to do together after all this is over, talking to you sleep

“I’ll get you a house with a big old porch that wraps around the entire house. We can drink tea and watch the sun go down.”

(had to throw in a Notebook quote for emotional damage)

GERMANY

When news comes that you’ll be moving in to occupy Germany you can’t tell whether to be excited or terrified because taking Germany means the end of the war, but it also means a final stand on the Germans part

Now that Ron is Easy’ CO that means that you can travel in the same vehicle

So you’re both sitting in the backbed of a truck with some other Easy men when you see something bright flash over your hand

You hold up your hand and see it flash again

Looking over your shoulder you see from behind the thick layer of trees, the sun is shining for the first time in nearly 2 months

You shoot up from your seat, turning to look out the side of the uncovered truck and Ron shoots out to grab your waist to stop you from tumbling over

“Woah-! What are you doing- What is it?”

“The sun!”

He looks up at you like you’re crazy

“The sun is out! And it’s warm!”

You guys break through the trees and the sun just lights you up, and for the time in months the sun is out, and its yellow and it’s warming you from the outside in

Ron is just holding you by the waist and looking up at you like you’re crazy but suddenly the yellow light from the sun is shining on your face, and the wind is blowing through your hair and you are beaming looking at the sun shining overhead

You get so excited at the warmth you’re finally getting and start to stip off your scarf, fingerless gloves, hat and thicker jacket

Joe playfully wolf whistles and the sound of it snaps Ron out of the trance you had unknowingly put him in with a, “Shut it Liebgott!”

Compared to the last town you stayed in Landsberg seems like a dream

Warm homes, real beds, actual fresh food and warm weather

But then you find the camp

And everything seems just hopeless

You all had known the Germans were bad, there’s a reason you’re fighting a war against them

But none of you had really realised just how bad it really was

As you walk through the open gates people are gently grasping at your jacket, your hair, your hands

Looking for some sort of comfort and thanking you

You try and comfort them back, saying words of relief in the broken German Joe had been teaching you back in the foxhole in Bastogne

As a medic you and Gene are asked to stay behind to give any attention to anyone you possibly can

Ron has to go back to the battalion HQ to give his report of what they found, and leaving you here, watching you take care of the people who have been through such horrible acts as they close the gates behind him, Nixon, Winters and Welsch, locking you in there is the hardest thing he’s ever had to do

You don’t come home until late that night, reeking of death and alcohol

You and Ron don’t say anything to each other, you just sit on a couch in the house the officers were sharing, and you pull out the random bottle Lewis gave you and just pass it back and forth in silence the whole night, knowing that you had to get up and go back there again in the morning

Leaving the people in the camp behind was one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to do, forming a relationship of trust with the people in there and suddenly having to up and leave them after a week because of some higher-ups orders was one of the most frustrating experiences you’ve ever had

But when Ron told you you’re leaving to Berchtesgaden it felt like the beginning of the end

The drive up through the mountains is one of the most beautiful views you’ve ever seen

“It’s beautiful here. We should come back again one day.”

“You mean like when we’re not getting shot at?”

“Of course I mean when we’re not getting shot at Ron.”

Walking through the small town of completely abandoned high ranking Nazi homes was so eerie and had everyone on guard, until the entire place was swept and cleared the men started drinking like the war was over

(which at this point is basically was)

Ron is looting like it’s his job. He comes back to the room in the house the officers taken over with armfulls of expensive items everytime he comes back from somewhere

You spend most of your time hanging out with the other men of Easy, exploring the area, swimming and looting as well

You and Ron spend one night together where you’re just laying in the large bed in the officers house, with all the windows open and are just talking about what’s going to happen next

“War in Europe’s is over…do you have enough points to go home?”

“No…even if I did you’re not going to the Pacific without me Sparky.”

It’s a difficult conversation to have because you’ve both just barely made it through the war in Europe together and now you’re going to be shipped off to the Pacific where everything is 10x worse, which means it’s 10x more likely that one of you isn’t making it out of there alive

Ron is in his dress uniform watching you play baseball with everyone, just taking in the moment

The second that Dick says that the war is over your eyes snap to each other and you run and jump into his arms

He lifts you up and gives you the biggest kiss, (which has the boys cheering even louder)

You both get HAMMERED that night with everyone (except for Dick who is present but is not drinking lol)

There’s a chugging competition between everyone, (Lewis is a man who sips his drinks so he does not do well, I think that Bill wins, then Joe Toye and Ron is maybe 3d)

By the time 2 am rolls around everyone is blissfully drunk, and you and Ron have migrated out to the balcony and are just slow dancing together silently

since the war has been officially declared over you spend the rest of your time in Germany relaxing, swimming and just having fun and being kids with everyone basically, until you’re given a way to get back to the states

POST WAR

You go back to your families for about 2 months before you realise that you can’t live without each other and yall buy a house

it’s a fixer upper in a nice neighbourhood and it becomes your own project

you buy a camera to document the process of you renovating the house until it becomes your dream home

it takes about 8 months for it to be finished, and after Ron claims the garden as his fixer upper project and he makes it beautiful

I don’t Ron actually proposes I think he just looks up at you one day, the sun shining through the living room window, the radio playing quietly and you just look so ethereal and content, it reminds him of when he asked you to go dancing with him that he just can't help but say

“Will you marry me?”

You’re already smiling before you even look at him, taking your time to put your bookmark in before looking at him with a smile to rival the sun and just say

“Yes. I think I will.”

You guys are married within a year of him asking

I think you would have a small wedding, right in that perfect time where spring turns to summer and it’s not too hot but everything in Ron’s beautiful garden is blooming

You have the ceremony outside of a historical home under a huge willow tree

It’s just you both, your immediate families and Easy, everyone is dressed in their dress uniforms and I think Ron would be too (unless you asked him to wear a proper suit in which case he absolutely would)

Lipton is Ron’s best man, with Lewis being a part of his groomsmen

Dick walks you down the aisle (he is crying the whole way) and hands you off to Ron

The reception is in the backyard of the home, there's a beautiful ceremony setup (i'm legit picturing Bilbo baggins 111th birthday party energy)

The list of people had to be approved before the wedding because everybody wanted to make a speech

The list goes: You and Ron, one of each of your parents, Dick, Eugene, Lewis, Malarkey

You and Ron have a perfect first dance and the second it’s over you’re being spun around the floor by every soldier in Easy, all saying things like “you never danced with us at any of the pubs so we’re making up for lost time!”

He love to garden after the war

The officers come over about every 2 months to catch up and have dinner, and every single time one of them gets roped into hearing about how “I asked for white hydrangeas and do you know what Glenda at the store gave me? Pink hyacinth! Can you believe her? Everybody knows that you can’t put pink hyacinth next to pink peonies, they’d clash!”

“Dick, I’d go save your husband over there before he buries mine in his precious garden.”

I don’t think you have/adopt kids right away, instead you adopt a dog from a shelter that you treat like your kid

I do think Ron would like to be a dad one day though

post war i think he either just had a calm day job like down at a shop or something or he becomes a teacher (elementary school maybe like grade 6? and all the kids love him)

i don’t think he talks a lot about the war once its over, only the happy parts at least

how he sleeps head cannons:

he likes cuddling you in any way possible but he prefers either your back to his front or his head on your chest with his body half sprawled on top of yours

DEATH GRIP ON YOU, you have to pry his arms off you if you need to get up in the night

but he does get nightmares a lot, not ones where he’s kicking and screaming, but he starts to shift and mumble

you usually wake him up by just holding him and quietly talking to him to wake him

he wakes with a start and a jolt and his breathing is rapid and uneven and it takes him a few minutes to remember he’s home and he’s safe

you both just lay there and he silently cries for a few minutes and you comfort him

i think after a night like that he’s up for the rest of the night, he just putters around or sits up and thinks, he always tells you to go back to bed though

you always stay up with him, saying that “I was awake anyways, couldn’t sleep.” through big yawns laying against his side on the couch or big window seat

there was one night a few months after the war ended and everything was still a little too fresh, and Ron is mumbling and shifting

you wake up because he starts to throw his arms around

you lean over to try and wake him up because he’s getting louder and starting to kick his legs

Then his arms start to flail

you ‘re getting scared because he just won’t wake up so you grab him by his shoulders and shake him, begging for him to open his eyes

His eyes shoot open as he’s frantic and lost and you realise that he's not here with you

His hands come up and he grabs your arms so tight you’re pretty sure they’ll bruise and he shoves you off of him, you go tumbling off the bed onto the floor, smacking your head

You lay there dazed for a moment dazed, your head aching

Ron has pushed himself up against the headboard, trying to calm his breathing and come back down from whatever memory he had been trapped in

You both just sit/lie still for a minute, the only sound being your heavy breathing, until Ron whispers

“Y/n?”

And god he just sounds so small, and broken and scared

You haven’t heard him this scared since Bastogne when he thought you died, and it scares you just how defeated he sounds

You push yourself off the floor and crawl on the bed, flicking on the small bedside lamp and illuminating the room just enough that you can see just how messy he looks

His eyes are wet and his hair is a mess, his chest is heaving with shuddering breaths

You don’t touch him, just reach your hand out and place it between you two, giving him the option to take it or not

“Yeah Ron, I’m here…don’t worry, I’m here, you’re safe in our home.”

He gently reaches out and tangles your fingers together, slowly shifting closer to you, seeking some comfort but not wanting to touch you, his body still on high alert from his dream

“Wh-what were you doing on the floor? Did- did I-”

“Ron no-”

“Oh god- I’m so sorry I- I didn’t mean to- you know I would never-” He starts to cry. No not cry, he starts to heave and sob, appalled that he could hurt you in any way

He pushes himself back from you and curls up against the headboard

You crawl right up next to him and wrap him in your arms, running a hand through his hair and up and down his back as you whisper to him

“I know Ron- I know baby. You would never hurt me. You didn’t know, you weren’t here with me, you were somewhere else.”

It never happens again this badly, but there are still nights where the one of you has to hold the other when they wake up scared, confused and just lost

The first Easy Company reunion comes around and when you show up everybody is like “Who is this man and what have you done with Captain Speirs?” because this man is giving you regular kisses and ones on the cheek, he’s holding your hand and has his palm on the small of your back, you’re holding hands and basically just being a normal couple, but the boys cannot function because “Where is our scary Captain Speirs, and what did you do with him??”

Is that a SMILE???? The boys have no idea how you’ve done this but you have somehow caused their rough and tumble CO to become so soft and loving they can barely look at the two of you

At one point everyone is dancing and he pulls you out onto the floor and I fully believe that Malarkey passes out because he’s so shocked

this boy can DANCE i’m telling you. he love to slow dance with you

He is pulling out all the moves because he's finally around his friends in a space where they’re not getting shot at constantly and he can finally let go and be himself

The boys are all whooping and hollering because you both look so carefree and in love and they’re so happy for you

when you finally have time to relax you both spend a lot of time reading with your legs thrown over his lap and his hand is just gently rubbing your calf and ankle, it’s a great reminder that you’re both here together and everything is calm and safe now

Only after the war does he actually loosen up in public, and oh boy you better be ready because the second he starts showing how much he loves you in public he refuses to stop

I’m talking: hand holding every second you’re outside because “I don’t want you to get lost…and your hands are soft”, kisses for everything whether it’s kisses as payment for getting something off a shelf for you or kisses just because you look so good that he just can’t help himself

shows you off at every chance he gets: he goes down to the shop (he’s befriended every old lady who works the register) and when he’s at checkout the lady goes “and who’ve you got with you today Ronald?” and he’s so excited and is all like, “this is y/n, my partner!”

This man reads poetry!!!! And he loves to recite it to you while you’re both cooking, or laying in bed late at night while you play with his fingers, and he loves to read it to you while you’re sitting in your backyard with his head in your lap and your fingers combing through his hair gently 

looks at you with his warm gaze so full of love, almost always when you turn to look at him and see him just watching you with his warm brown eyes and you just get so shy and flustered you have to look away (he loves when you get like that he thinks it’s so fucking cute)

EXTRAS

flirts with you all the time!!! (even after you’re married. he just loves to make you swoon)

one may think that Ron would get in to fights when someone disrespects you but you alway tell him “they’re not worth it Ron don’t bother honey.”

but YOU on the other hand, if someone says something about Ron you jump their ass

that actually happened back when everyone was at some small pub one night and you’re walking back to the table with all the boys at it and some guy tries to harass you so Ron steps in with one of those ‘You better back the fuck off my partner’ looks and you start back to your seat when the guy pipes up about Ron and you just swing around and DECK him. All that time training came in handy as you started to beat his ass. All the boys are cheering you on (Bill will say that he’s never been prouder of you, and both Joes and Tab were cheering like they had money on you)

it takes Ron, Winters and a tipsy Nixon to pull you off the poor guy before you kill him

Ron pulls you out of the bar to cool of but you just keep your hands locked and keep walking until you get back to your room and have some fantastic rage induced sex (not mad at each other, just riled up and showing one another how much you love and care for each other)

has a really deep morning voice

and the best bed head, like he makes it look so good and like such boyfriend/husband materal

loves to stare at you when you get happy/excited, it makes him happy!

the second he realises that he can loot he anonymously leaves you gifts that he thinks you’d enjoy

it starts off simple with items like candies and treats

then it becomes more thoughtful like a nice chain or a simple ring band that won’t get in the way of your work as a medic

he absolutely loves seeing you wear or read the gifts he’s left for you, it’s like he’s there protecting you and claiming you as his but from afar, when you play with the ring on your finger when your nervous out bored during briefings it makes him so happy

is a surprisingly good singer?? doesn’t do it very often and NEVER around people (epically the men) but when it’s just you two with a moment alone he loves to sing to you while swaying gently with one hand on your waist and one holding yours

Loves to sing ‘I’ll be seeing you’ by Billie Holiday

everytime he comes back from looting a house he goes “give me your hand.” and pulls out a handful of different sizes, cuts and colours of rings, gently placing each one on your finger, noting each time you say that you like an aspect of it

“I like the cut of the stone in this one, I'm just not sure of the colour though.”

Ron: *quickly grabs his notebook and scribbles something down in it before pocketing the ring*

LOVES when you play with his dog tags (especially when you are laying together post-sex), and loves the way your dog tags look when you’re bouncing on him, and they’re jingling and catching the light perfectly

i think his love languages are;

giving: gift giving and acts of service, quality time

receiving: quality time, words of affirmation and physical touch

speaking of physical touch:

he is NOT big on PDA, he prefers to keep any intimate moments like kissing just between the two of you (or occasionally quick pecks around the other officers, that causes you to blush so much he has to give you a second one. Even Dick jokes at him, “Jesus Sparky, please keep it in your pants-” “Dick I swear to God-!”)

but when you are in public is more like a gentle hand on the small of your back, brushing hair out of his face and letting your fingers linger there for a little longer than necessary, linking your pinkies together when you’re standing close enough

he also LOVES when you grab the back of his jacket/shirt or his belt loop to not get lost in a crowd, it makes him feel like you trust him

when y’all are in PRIVATE he LOVES making out

slow and gentle, just you and him, rubbing your hands along his stubble, pulling back for a moment to giggle and tell him how ticklish it is, (he promises to shave it, you tell him your like to feel it somewhere else before he does)

loves making out with you ANYWHERE but especially his office, like pushing you up onto his desk where his body fits perfectly between your legs, he can trap you between his arms and hold your hands down onto the wooden desk, loves the sense of privacy it gives you both

more than once you’ve been interrupted and you’ve had to fake bringing him some papers he needed

“Speirs- Sergeant L/N! Sorry for interrupting, I didn’t realise you had a… guest.”

“It’s alright Sir, they were just dropping off some paperwork.” Winters is SO EMBARRASSED, but not nearly as much as you are when Nixon points out

“You might wanna fix your hair before you go anywhere else Sergeant.” with a shit eating grin on his face.

your face goes red before you look at Ron guilty, he just smirks back at you causing you to blush an even deeper shade of red.

carries around pictures of you in his OD jacket pocket!!!!! they’re in a tin so they don’t get ruined, he loves to just flip through them and stare when you are a part from each other

there’s a few photos of the two of you when you finally had weekend passes and you went to Paris. There's one of you and him both in your uniforms standing together, his arms wrapped around you as you're mid laugh and he’s looking down at you with eyes like you hung the moon.

You’ve got one really good one you put on your bedside table when you get back, it’s Ron in regular clothes smiling directly into the camera blowing smoke out of his mouth, it’s very domestic and handsome. The first time he sees it he’s all “oh come on you wanna keep that one? It’s so bad-" "I think you look beautiful and handsome, like a leading man.” He sees how you stare at that photo and decides ‘maybe it’s not so bad after all’

Another is of you both in regular civilian clothes, it’s a strip of photo booth pictures, that get progressively more steamy. The first one is just you two looking at each other, you’re sitting on his lap and cradling his face. the second one is you both kissing, it’s sweet (and later he puts that one in his wallet when you get home). Third photo is, you both, still kissing but now your hands are gripping his shirt and his hands are all in your hair (that way that Tab runs his hands through that girl's hair in Holland, you know the gif). the final one in the strip is of him staining at you with loving eyes, having just pulled back from a kiss- hands still in your hair- but you’re staring directly into the camera with this look on your face that he loves seeing, you’re rapidly unbuttoning your shirt

nsfw:

in that tin of photos there are more than a few risqué and sexual ones. You rented a camera to take photos while in Paris and when you finally get the developed images sent to you at the front you and Ron open them and the first photo is of you just sitting against the headboard of the hotel room bed, hugging a pillow against your naked body with the sheets bunched up around your feet, your hair is a controlled beautiful mess and you’re staring directly into the camera with half lidded eyes, (obviously just having settled down enough the push yourself upright). Ron’s breath hitches and he grabs it, immediately placing it in the tin with other photos of you both.

photos of you both mid sex

you have one that you took while riding him, he’s laying down with his head thrown back and his mouth partially open and his eyes are closed and he just looks wrecked. you pocket that one just as quickly as he pocketed yours.

he has one of you doing it in front of a mirror, he’s behind you taking the photos and your head is thrown back and your back is arched. the photo is slightly blurred because of the movement while he was taking it but he love it

the first time you had sex together was when you were back in civilization for a US Open show and we’re billeted on the same block.

he is so gentle that first time and whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he slides into you.

“oh fuuuuuck, god-“ he hisses through his teeth to keep himself quiet

says that he’s quiet in bed but occasionally after a long day (or if he’s drunk) will groan and moan, taking deep breaths so loud like a virgin trying not to cum to quickly

Aims to please!!!!!! love going down on you especially when he either needs to let go for a while (lets you ride his face), or if he gets jealous and wants to make sure you know that he’s the only one who can make you feel like that.

if you have a vagina he pushes your legs up by the backs of your thighs so you’re completely exposed and fucking goes at it, not stopping until you either; start crying, cum so many times you lose count, squirt or safe-word him. will push your hands away when

you try to grab his hair to either push him away or bring him closer.

if you have a penis he loves sitting you down on a chair or the edge of a bed and holding you down by your thighs so you can’t buck up into his mouth. gets you there then holds tight at your base so you cant cum/pulls back at the last second to ruin it. will dig his short nails into your thighs when you won’t stop moving.

pull his hair please

would never say it but loves when you call him by his rank

you accidentally said it one time when you were on leave and you didn’t come out of the room all day. you had a reservation for dinner at 5 and when that time rolled around you were letting in the bed shaking, coming down from the best orgasm of your life. you tried to get up and have a shower but ended up going twice more around the room and twice in the shower, every time finishing with a cry of “Lieutenant Speirs!”, they got him to just go harder. you showed up for your 5pm reservation at 8:30, still shaking slightly. Ron was a smug s.o.b through all of dinner.

fucked👏🏻you👏🏻on👏🏻his👏🏻desk👏🏻 

had his hand covering your mouth to keep you from screaming so loud everyone could hear you

at one point someone comes and knocks on his door, he slows but doesn’t stop rocking into you as he speaks to them through the door, his hand covering your mouth and you stare at him with wide eyes, as he’s speaking to the poor person on the other side of the door he kisses and nips and sucks at your neck, basically he’s torturing you and expects you to make zero noise

you let out a single squeak and he freezes, glaring at you, you start shaking your head trying to apologize but his hand is still over your mouth

“i’ll come back later sir…”

the SECOND that poor guy is gone Ron tightens his hand on your mouth and goes crazy, rubbing you with his one hand, while moving in and out and fucking whispering into your ear practically degrading you for making so much noise while he’s fucking you and someone is on the other side of the door (this man makes me have many thoughts)

he loves to look up at you while going down on you, the same as earlier, he’s looking up at you like you hung the moon and the stars and you can barely look at him because the look in his eyes is just too much for your brain to process through all the stimulation

when he’s jealous or you’re both being rougher he loves to make you look him in his eyes, staring at him as he makes you feel so good and his eyes flutter closed because he’s getting just as much if not more pleasure from this than you are

will finger you under any table, does not matter who is sitting with you

(possibly more than) once Ron has been fingering you under the table and Lewis and Dick know exactly what’s going on and one of them has to fake feeling sick because they know if they don’t leave now yall are gonna end up fucking on the table and they don’t want to see that

once you two are married he LOVES and i means LOVES to finger you and lick your cum off of his ring finger with the wedding band still on it, it’s so possessive and makes him so turned on

you’re the only person who can top him

loves when you take control, especially when you ride him and pull his hair, grab him by the face to make him look at you and are overall rough with him (also loved when you make him cum before you and you just sit with him twitching inside you while he comes down until he can go again because i “I didn’t finish, what did i say was going to happen if you came before I got to?”

lazy, beautiful morning sex in with a warm breeze coming through the windows

defo has fucked you in the back garden; both on the grass (you were bent over on the ground gardening and he just couldn’t help himself because “you know how i feel when you wear those bottoms-“), and him sitting on the wicker seating set with the comfortable cushions you have in the back with you lazily riding him, not really thrusting and jumping as much as just lazily rolling your hips together

loves clothed sex; both of you being clothed (hiumping each other over pants or him pulling your dress/skirt up to push against your underwear), or only one of you being clothed (he loves the way it looks when he’s jumping against your covered ass and you love the way the front of his pants look when you get them wet by rocking against him)

not necessarily risky when it comes to sex but has a bit of a kink for almost getting caught, (would never want you two to get actually caught since he’s “the only one allowed to see you like this”)

you guys have fucked in ever room in your house, just to run through a couple places:

living room: couch, every chair, floor (rug)

kitchen: kitchen table, counter (both over and on top of it), dining room table

bedroom: bed, chair, over the and on top of the dresser, against the door, against ye window (faces the backyard) 

bathrooms: bathtub, shower, lid closed (ya nasty) sitting on the toilet, against the door, tiled floor and the bath mat

office: desk (over it, on top of it, on the edge of it, eating you out/sucking him off leaning against the table/sitting on the edge of the chair), sitting on his lap in the chair, against the bookshelf, window nook, the arm chair

garage: in the car, on the hood of the car, against the door during parties, against the wall (the concrete causing you to arch your back from the cold rough texture)

closets (upstairs ones while guests are over and asking “where tf are our hosts?”

okay that’s my short list of places lmaooo

idc what parts you have Ron has a breeding kink

you guys love to cockwarm while reading it while one of you is doing work

likes to kiss you while you’re having sex but when you’re in control prefers when you bite and nip at him

has a slight choking kink

within the first 2 times you guys have sex he knows a) exactly what to do to get you going and b) where the most sensitive parts of your body are and WILL use that against you every chance he gets

this man whines when he gets too sensitive, is really calm and comfortable, or when you’re topping him and calling him nicknames

has a choking kink (on either of you)

he’s very vocal with grunts and either praise or degrading you, also moans the first time he’s in you, every time 

calls you: baby, sweetheart, perfect, (when more aggressive): cocksleeveve, slut, good boy/girl

will call you his personal medic/nurse/doctor

you call him: baby, lovey, good/perfect boy, daddy occasionally, captain speirs (which will get him to go to a whole other level)

you two have done some sexy medic/patient role play before both during the war and after (mayhaps a little morphine was involved, which was very hard to explain to Gene why you were down a bottle suddenly)

overstimulate each other

loves to watch you touch yourself, the way your body moves is like crack to him

you do this both when you’re trying to torture him (he’s tired to the headboard or a chair) or as a mutual masturbation thing

he is the perfect size, rides that sweet line between “ouch that’s too big” and “a slight stretch” where you tend to need a second when he sinks in for the first time but the stretch is always welcome

you both love when you give him head and when you pull back you’re connected to him with spit and cum

yall definitely had secret foxhole rendezvous (this is where his ‘hand over your mouth to keep you quiet’ kink came from)

after your first time together (on the wonderful Paris leave), you look over at him with watery eyes and just say “i love you so much.” he doesn’t hesitate with a “i love you more than anything.”

that instigates the softest second round of just sweet, loving kisses and quiet “i love you”’s  in between and when you finish

keith asking you to wear your PT clothes (post war) because he can’t help but watch hot your body and muscles move under the tight shirt and short shorts

after weeks of him asking you surprise him by coming back from a light run in those clothes and he knows that it’s on

after some hot ass sex you ask him if he’ll wear his “your back and muscles look great in that shirt and your ass looks incredible in those shorts.”

within the week he pulls the same scenario of going out for a light run in that outfit and you jump his fucking bones

he likes it why you try to cover your moans and whines by biting your lip or with your hand or in a pillow but you just can’t help it and become so loud

you both like when the other gets watery eyes and starts getting all soft and sensitive and their eyes get wide and submissive

like to talk to you during sex, “you’re doing so good for me-“ “fuck you’re feel good baby-“, “you krio doing that i won’t last long-“, “you look so good when you ride me baby, oh fu—“

when he gets really close after a few rounds and is overstimulated and is almost crying (consensually) he pants and gasps and finishes with a cry and maybe a sob but he feels so good-

loves when you feel too much and you just sort of space out for a second or go silent because your brain just short circuits

maybe you squirt once and tried to do it for a whole night after that

once did it so much that he made you dehydrated (can that even happen? idk, but now it can.)

y’all have aftercare DOWN

you know exactly what the other needs after there are dom/sub roles in play or after just regular (incredible as usual) sex

cleaning each other in the shower or bath gentle, kissing so softly of sometimes just being near each other but not touching because you’re both so sensitive

tea and snacks in bed cuddled up after (or any food and hydration really)

if one of you is particularly tired after, the other reads to them while running their hair through their hair until the person on their lap/shoulder/chest fall asleep

aggressive angry sex (you’re never scared the other is going to hurt each other because you know that you’re never angry at each other (just something/someone else) and that you just need to get all of the aggression and energy out and maybe feel more in control of the world for a bit

talks you through it

“that feel good sweetheart? tell me how good it feels.”

“what’s wrong baby, you gonna cum for me again?”

“oh you just feel so good you can’t even think anymore! so drink on my cock aren’t you sweetheart!” 

yell tease each other like it’s your job

that could mean verbally teasing each other or edging each other, or giving the other the gentlest touches and brushes, just barely touching the other for them to get anything other than a shiver of pleasure

slow dancing that just turned to grinding

This man makes me have thoughts I should not have, so I will stop here <3

Lily’s War (Chapter 3)

Summary: SOE Agent Lily Darlington is unexpectedly demoted from her position and offered a life changing opportunity to become the first female Paratrooper in US history?

Pairing: TBD - The suspense is part of the fun, no?

Warnings: Mentions of violence, language, Mentions of SA

A/N: Here is chapter 3! I’m so sorry for the wait. I hit huge slump of writers block, coupled with 14 hour days at work (tv industry problems), but its finally here, and I really hope the next part will be worth the wait. 

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

Chapter 3.

Camp Toccoa, 1942. 

Private Lily Darlington was a smart enough young lady to know that going in as the sole female, and joining an entire, and somewhat established company of men, was never going to be a doozy. What she hadn’t anticipated however, was just how much of an utter shit show the first weeks would turn out to be. Having worked the best part of three years within a male dominated organisation, where you wouldn’t have a place at the table if you didn’t deserve to be there, being thrust back to the beginning was a stark reminder that misogyny was alive and well in the US Army. 

From her very first day, the men had built up an idea of her. Lily found it important to make note that not a single man had yet spoken to her during this time frame, or any time after, however, they believed themselves to know everything about her without actually getting to know her. The gossip among the men on how they perceived a woman to be in the face of war was not one of glowing promises. Hours wasted pinning her hair, tears shed at the possibility of ruining one’s meticulously on trend manicure. There had been a bet as to how long the girl could get up Currahee before collapsing, with no man wasting a bet on if she’d make it to full pack. Issuing her with a rifle would be simply unthinkable, women are soft and gentle, not trained to kill, she would be a danger to herself, and others if she got her hands on one. How would it be possible for a young woman to share a barrack with eleven other men. Young men, who smoked, cussed, gambled, and talked about things women ought not to hear. She wouldn’t stick it out, that was for certain, they gave her one week with Sobel to throw in the rag, War was no place for her, and Easy wouldn’t be her Company.

Much to their disappointment, the young girl made it past their premature deadline. By no means had it been easy, but she wasn’t failing like the men had initially assumed, and yet, her progress only seemed to make their dislike of her increase growing more and more evident by the day. Introductions were slim to none, most the men had made it quite clear that they weren’t interested in becoming friends, and she had resorted to getting to know her fellow company by the names painted on their footlockers and by listening into conversations she wasn’t privy to. Incidentally, on the first night, she discovered her belongings had been unceremoniously moved to the far end of the bunk house. Next to the seemingly loudmouthed Private Guarnere, and opposite Private Liebgott, a chap who’s dislike for her rivalled that of all the others combined, neither of the two were overly gracious about sharing their space, it seems that they had lost a bet in which she was the punishment. Suffice to say that they didn’t spent their evenings trading secrets and braiding each others hair, though she did overhear Liebgott mention his interest in shaving hers off when he thought she was asleep that first night. She’d resigned to sleeping facing him, with her hair firmly tucked under the covers in an attempt to deter him ever since.

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