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brassknucklespeirs · 2 years

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Yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ Mʏ Bᴇsᴛ Fʀɪᴇɴᴅ [Rᴏɴᴀʟᴅ Sᴘᴇɪʀs x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

Genre: FLUFF with a side of angst (or should I say Speirs trying not to pout cause he didn’t get his way)

Warning: Mention of warfare, death, weapons, burn scars/wounds, language

Prompt: Request by @holdingforgeneralhugs “how about a Soft!Speirs oneshot because I am majorly in my Speirs feels rn and I will consume literally any soft Speirs content by the BUCKETFUL! “

A/N: *spoken in spongebob narrator’s voice* aaah the sickly sweet nature of "we’re more than friends and we both know it”

If the woman who sat patiently in the back of the beaten Jeep was nervous, she didn’t show it at all, a calm look was a normal expression upon her face as many had come to know. Her body was free of tension, and she could even say the chill travelling down her spine as the wind whipped over the exposed skin of her neck was a welcomed feeling compared to the intense heat of the Pacific. However, it would take a lot more than just the gentle expression on her face and the little tension in her body for people to not see that this woman was tired.

I guess you could say that was part of the reason she was here, in the whiteout forest surrounding Foy, Bastogne. With a year or so of combat experience already dealt with, her soldiers had placed their lives gratefully in the hands of the well put together woman for more reasons than just her cool composure, and it had been noticed. She had worked tirelessly to ensure the safety of those in her platoon and even those who were not. She wasn’t your natural born combat leader but she had the tools to learn; and learn she did. With a metaphorical hammer and nails, she built and upgraded herself so she could take the weight of everything she’d had to see and do in recent years. This being said, she didn’t force herself to reshape every aspect, no, she ensured that every chink in her armour was carefully polished but never fully made new. She held that emotion that came with the trauma she’s been through and wore it like a medal. Her best friend Ron had always told her how admirable she was for that trait, praised her for being such a strong person in rough times. And even then, he had still promised to be there whenever she couldn’t be that person. A thought that Y/N had sometimes wished he could follow through with even though he was likely somewhere in the middle of god-knows-where, fighting for his life while she was, well, here.

When the 501st Airborne Regiment’s top dog, Colonel Sink, heard of the admirable paratrooper known as Lieutenant Y/N L/N, he had jumped at the chance to rip her away from being caught once again in the hot talons of the Pacific that she had just been pulled from. A transfer had been accepted by both her and her previous superiors as Sink called for the help of a capable platoon leader now that he had lost Buck Compton, and don’t even get him started on the ex-CO known as Dike. The Colonel himself was sat beside the woman informing her of the men she would be taking over for and though he would never say it out loud, the man had his fingers crossed in a silent plea that this officer beside him was the right choice for Easy Company moving forward. The man talked with a gentle kind of assertiveness, kind yet firm with his words while he explained several things such as the Battle of Foy that had taken place the day before, and the new company CO. He was impressed with the way the woman was able to point out the strengths and weaknesses of an assault she wasn’t familiar with nor witnessed, his mind being left just slightly more at ease with his choice.

The two pulled up into the main street of Foy as their conversation continued, and they were meet by the darkened red hair of the battalion’s XO. The man stood with the same tired but calm expression as Y/N as they both drew smiles to their lips to exchange to one another.

“Captain Winters, I’d like to introduce you to Easy Company’s new platoon leader, Lieutenant L/N. I expect a warm welcome to be given to the Lieutenant, Y/N’s come a long way for us.” The colonel had said and followed it up quickly with a sharp pat on the woman’s shoulder. “Lieutenant L/N, I’m excited to see how you do with Easy Company.” He exchanged a few more words between the two before jumping back into the jeep and taking off with a yelp of ‘Curahee’ to those men of Easy who had lingered carefully to see the newcomer. Y/N watched as he went with a small smile before turning back to the red headed Captain who was stood with the same curled lips. A gust of wind blew along her spine as they stared at each other for a split second, a shiver rippling down her body aggressively.

“Well, sir, I don’t know if the welcome will be able to get much warmer than this.” The man huffed out a laugh at this as another officer with dark hair came into view behind him with a snort, clapping the other man on the back.

“I like this one Dick. Can we keep her?”

***

If there was one thing Y/N knew already about the Intelligence Officer known as Captain Nixon, is that he could talk. Not that she was complaining, the constant chatter being thrown from his mouth was entertaining, an amused smirk finding its way to her lips almost as soon as he’d begun to talk. The random banter he sprouted had reminded her again of her best friend, someone she thought of constantly, it would seem. It wasn’t the way he was talking in great amounts because god knows that Ron was a more of a listener than a talker but it was in the way his eye crinkled at the edge when he laughed at his own jokes. She’d hate to admit the way she’d compare everyone and everything to the man she was desperately in love with but she knew that she did it just often enough to stop the dull ache in her chest from turning into a stabbing pain.

“-and let’s just say, that didn’t go down very well with the wife.”

“I can’t imagine why, Captain Nixon, you seem like such a mellow man.” She’d said with a quiet chuckle and a roll of her eyes as they continued their walk to the building that second platoon was bunking in.

“Ah, what can I say? I’m as close to perfect as they come.”

“Oh I’m sure you are Sir.”

“Eh, you may say that with judgement now but just you wait and see.” He threatened while pulling a flask from his pocket before offering her a sip. She glanced at it with a raised brow and then proceeded to shrug her shoulders as she reached for it. A harsh cough of disgust almost echoed around the town as the woman screwed up her face.

“There’s no way you can convince me you’re close to perfect when you drink shit like this Sir.” She managed to say. Nixon laughed while taking his own sip.

“We’re gonna get along just fine, I’m sure. Now let’s go find one newly appointed CO, Captain Speirs for introductions.” The man had barely finished talking before Y/N’s head had flicked to him so quickly one could question if she would have whiplash.

“Captain Speirs? Ronald Speirs?” She questioned with an urgency that almost worried Nixon.

“Uh, yeah?” He replied carefully. Before either got a chance to ask more questions, a voice had called for the Captain behind them, one familiar to the both of them. A shiver ran down Y/N’s spine though she’d never admit whether it was the cold or whether it accompanied the violent beating of her heart. As she thought of how much she missed that voice, she’d turned slowly and faced the man that it belonged to.

There he was, walking towards them from a distance, his face almost the same as she’d last seen it aside from the matching dark shadows under his eyes and the odd spot of mud on his skin. Though his eyes had only been on Nixon as he wandered over, he moved his gaze to Y/N as she whispered his name, almost like he’d heard her across the distance between them. He’d faltered for a second, his eyes blinking as if trying to rid the dream from his foggy mind only to realise what he was seeing.

“Ronald-fucking-SPEIRS!” The woman had all but yelled, her feet carrying her as quickly as they could over to him. His breath had lodged itself in his throat before he too begun to move quicker towards her. It would have been quite the sight to see and it certainly was in Nixon’s eyes as he watched the two race towards each other and collide almost violently. Even with the clashing of bodies, the two were like magnets and didn’t seek to become unstuck from each other any time soon. As soon as their bodies connected, Ron’s hands had moved to cradle her neck and waist while Y/N wrapped tightly around his shoulders. They clutched at each other as if their lives depended on it and each drop of emotion and every ounce of missing one another had combusted as they stood there. Ron let out a quiet huff of a disbelieving laugh into her hair while stoking his thumb across the back of her neck.

“Are you a dream? Or did I get shot or something?” He questioned so quietly it almost didn’t reach her ear directly beside his mouth. She hummed to him in response before muttering to him a continued stream of ‘I’m here’s. Ron pulled back from her slowly, his hands moving to cup her face while staring at her in awe.

“You’re here.” He whispered back. He almost let out a sigh of contempt before he tuned in to the distant noise of gunfire and felt himself snap back into reality. His hands on Y/N’s jaw became more tense as he stared at her with a different expression. “You’re here.” He repeated while she furrowed her eyebrows, taking a small step back. His hands dropped to his sides as Nixon finally moved over to the two, a look of pure confusion mixed with shock covering his features.

“I feel like you two know each other.”

“Wow Sir, I’m not surprised you’re the intelligence officer.” She replied to the man causing him to smirk. Ron looked at Nixon as he grabbed Y/N’s arm gently.

“What the hell is she doing here?” He questioned almost furiously. Nixon just shrugged before taking another swig of his drink.

“Say hello to your new second platoon leader, Lieutenant L/N.”

“Lieutenant?!”

***

Ron doesn’t speak at first as the two wander over to second platoon, losing Nixon along the way to a task he needed to do. He was mad, she could tell, and as she asked what was wrong, he sent her a glare over his shoulder. She knew what he was doing of course, she hasn’t been his best friend for many years and not pick up on these things. He was processing, he just needed a bit of time of switching to default ‘tough Ron’ to hide the fact that what he was actually doing was wandering a long pathway through his thoughts and emotions. He wouldn’t be mad forever, he was just worried. She guessed the last time he saw her she was home safe and promising to write to him and then she was practically a ghost in the wind with not a single letter finding it’s way to him until suddenly she shows up right in front of him and worse yet as a US Army Trooper Officer. One could see why the man was a little grumpy.

“I missed you.” She heard him say to her and when she glanced at him again, his jaw was tensing under his skin. The words contradicted everything you could see from his body language but she smiled anyway.

“And I missed you. Guess two years can do that to a person.”

“You know what I just can’t figure out though?” He asked as he stopped before a building, clearly the one they were going to be entering. She shrugged at him as she too stopped. “What I can’t figure out is how the hell you got here.”

“Well you see I was in this darn awful place called the Pacific, god it was hot there. Anyway, then I got this call to get on this boat back to this other place where I then got on this plane to another other place and-“

“Spare me the jokes Y/N. I meant how did you even get into the Arm-“ He paused suddenly, looking at all the details of her face as he gulped. “Did you say Pacific? You came from the Pacific?” He asked in a low voice. Y/N just nodded softly, her expression the same but her eyes holding so many thoughts unsaid. He saw it in her mannerisms then, all the little things he’d always noticed she did when upset. He’d noticed the dark shadows under her eyes. Hell, he’d noticed the faint red burn scar that climbed up the side of her neck, angry and raw. He took a careful step forward before grasping one of her hands in one of his, his thumb moving to draw little lines across her skin. “I’m sorry Y/N. We’ll talk about this later. I think right now we should just introduce you to the men, get you settled in and everything.”

“Yeah, we’ll talk about it later.” She replied almost making a promise that they would indeed need to talk about it later. A smile rose to Ron’s face as he nodded in confirmation before pushing her helmet back pressing a gentle kiss to her hairline and moving it back.

***

The men had been a little thrown off by the presence of the new officer and didn’t seem to want to warm up to the idea of her at all. That was until she made a snarky comment directed at Speirs regarding her not needing him to defend her and with no reaction from him but a nod of confirmation they’d decided she must have been some kind of angel or a god with the power to make the great Captain Speirs bow in submission. Y/N had decided to milk that theory a little when it came to her new reputation of being the ‘tamer of legends’. She’d gotten quite the kick out of it and decided to tease Ron as much as possible since then.

As promised, they talked about it later. They talked about the Pacific and Europe, jump wings and basic training, the year he’d left and the year she’d arrived, all blurring into one long conversation had in the early hours of the morning. Ron held Y/N as she cried as she’d been dreaming of him doing since he left while she ran her fingers through his hair as he lay his head in her lap. And just like that, they had fallen in love with each other all over again. Just two lost souls who had found their way back to each other as they always did and they always would. Their hands moulded perfectly together as they lay beside each other in bed, their noses almost touching as they listened to one another pour their hearts out like they never did with anyone but each other.

“I just ran. It wasn’t really like we had any other option so I just didn’t think twice.”

“I know you like to play this tough guy act but sometimes I think you play it a little to well.” She replied with a giggle. He smiled down at her gently, nudging his nose ever so slightly into hers as she teased him.

“I play the tough guy because the tough guy always gets the prettiest girl.”

“Well then you’ve been watching too many movie films.” She teased as his fingers began to trail her jaw gently. They both sat quietly as they admired each other, his touch sending shivers down her spine until they stop on the side of her neck. He seemed hesitant to ask about the burns that lay directly beside where his fingers touched her skin, she had read it on his face.

“The Japanese are ruthless and the Pacific is even more so.” She said in a low voice, sitting up as her hands moving to unbutton the top layers of her clothes until she got to the last shirt. He watched her closely as she removed each piece, waiting for her to tell him more. “It’s hard to explain, and even if I could I don’t know if I’d want to.” She continued, pulling off the last shirt she wore and exposing her upper body to the cold air. He saw it now in full as it trailed down her neck and over her shoulder, as well as some of the left side of her back and chest. She would usually feel uncomfortable or embarrassed but with Ron she felt safe, she felt seen. “It was an explosion, a mine, grenade, bazooka, I don’t know. Set fire to the trees around us, and then some of me with it.” He sat up slowly, his gaze moving to every part of her that he could take in, the raw blazing scar as well as the soft skin that he reminisced touching gently in many early hours of the morning. She sat patiently, letting him take in her entire being, letting him visualise her once again to capture in memory. His dark eyes moved back to hers slowly, his hands reaching out to pull her closer to him by the waist.

“You’re as beautiful as you were the day I had to leave you.” He’d whispered to her, caressing her cheek carefully as she smiled at him, tears swimming in her eyes. And as he leaned in to plant his lips on hers, he let a smile take over his features while he held the love he had missed so much in his arms once again. Their lips melted together as they had so many times before, yet this time it held an urgency, a desperate need to make up for lost time. They held each other close like they had in the streets earlier, his hands holding her neck and jaw gently while she wrapped her arms tightly round his neck. “You’re my best friend.” He said suddenly. Y/N let out a quiet chuckle as they pulled back fully, causing Ron to look at her and smile.

“What?” He questioned.

“It’s funny, isn’t it. That we both knew, but never said anything.”

“Never felt like it needed saying.” He said finally, his eyes never leaving hers as he brushed a hair away from covering them. “Would you like me to say it now?” She looked down almost sheepishly, as if she suddenly felt shy under his gaze while he spoke to her. He smiled once again before pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

“I love you Y/N.”

“And I love you Ron.”

#i hope this is sweet enough cause i think i could serve it on pancakes instead of syrup and it would be so good #ronald speirs #band of brothers x reader #ron speirs #ron speirs x reader #ronald speirs x reader #speirs #speirs x reader #protect them at all costs #soft!speirs

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thegangofpaddyspub · 28 days

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Dennis: FUCK THE CHAIR. PARDON ME FOR MAKING MYSELF COMFORTABLE DURING A SINCERE HEART TO HEAR DISCUSSION WITH A DEAR FRIEND IN NEED! BUT THE TIME HAS COME FOR ME TO CEASE STRADDLING THIS DEEPLY OFFENSIVE PIECE OF FURNITURE! AWAY WITH YE, FOUR LEGGED TEMPTRESS! DISTRACT US NO MORE WITH THE MOST BASIC AND UTILITARIAN FORM OF COMFORT YOU SUPPLY!

Dee: Dennis just threw a tantrum about a chair.

Mac: I just won Dennis Tantrum Bingo.

#incorrect it’s always sunny #incorrect quotes #iasip #it’s always sunny in philadelphia #dennis #dennis reynolds #mac #ronald macdonald #sweet dee #dee reynolds #deandra reynolds

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booster-boy · 4 months

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Guys really random question but if the gang from iasip had godly parents who do u think they’d be?

I feel like Charlie would be unclaimed

Frank wouldn’t know he was a demigod until he was like 50

Mac maybe a son of Ares?

#iasip #it’s always sunny in philadelphia #ronald mcdonald #charlie kelly #frank reynolds #dennis reynolds #sweet dee #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #godly parents

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ashenburst · 22 days

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Leaving the salon looking like

despite my wolfcut was not supposed to happen, but my friends are all loving it which is helping me cope lol. One of them called me Mia Jovovich (Mia is my name). What a king!

#ONE OF THEM LITERALLY JUST SAID THEY WANNA DYE THEIR HAIR ORANGE TOO #the affirmations...#everyone is too sweet I swear #and of course my bff compared me to Ronald McDonald OF COURSE I love her #lux rambles

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wexhappyxfew · 5 months

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Last Line Tag

been a minute since i’ve done one of these between the rather chaotic semester and all but i’m SO happy to be on break and be able to do one of these!!! here we feature esther and speirs in a situation with sobel (not surprising) it’s leading into a very interesting part of the story and interesting dynamic!

thank you to @dcyllom @mads-weasley @merriell-allesandro-shelton for tagging me!!!! you are all absolute gems and i can’t thank you enough for the tag :) it really brought in the little break from the semester with some fun! thank you three again! <333

There was a split second where it looked like Lieutenant Speirs was about to plant himself as deep into the ground as possible, but he reevaluated the situation and nodded, saluting, before quickly jogging off in the direction of their general assembly area where previous officer meetings had been held. Esther watched him disappear until he was a near spec on the horizon and then quickly redirected her gaze upwards to Captain Sobel.

i believe it’s based off number of words but i’m afraid at this time of night, my brain’s wearing down so i’ll tag a few friends who may be interested (not sure who’s done it yet and ofc don’t feel at all like you need to!): @latibvles @thoughpoppiesblow @vintagelavenderskies @softguarnere + anyone else who sees this! consider yourself tagged by me! :D

#this was so sweet and fun!#i always love these! just don’t have time for much anymore so thank you truly!!#esther armstrong #agh fav #love her sm #band of brothers #bob fic #attdc #and then the dawn came #ronald speirs cameo

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margle · 1 year

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Hyper specific Always Sunny poll: character edition

#hyper specific polls #hyper specific poll #hyperspecific poll #specific poll #polls #iasip poll #iasip #always sunny poll #always sunny in philadelphia #charlie kelly #dennis reynolds #mac mcdonald #ronald mcdonald #dee reynolds #sweet dee #frank reynolds #coil #I have been stuck in a bog-like substance and so I will chose that one #I am fascinated to know if any of these are relatable experiences

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silveragelovechild · 1 month

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Always Sunny by Dakota Randall

#always sunny in philadelphia #danny devito #Dakota Randall #HCG #Charlie Day as Charlie Kelly #Glenn Howerton as Dennis Reynolds #Rob McElhenney as Ronald Mac McDonald #Kaitlin Olson as Deandra Sweet Dee Reynolds

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astralbondpro · 2 months

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It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia // S13E06: The Gang Solves the Bathroom Problem

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rabid-dog-steve-horn · 7 days

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Mac Sabbath - Sweet Beef Video

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#youtube #mac sabbath #sweet beef #black sabbath #sweet leaf #music video #ronald osbourne #Slayer MacCheeze #Grimalice #Catburglar

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latibvles · 1 year

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HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

DECEMBER 24TH, 1953 — in which Daisy and the kids head up to Philadelphia to celebrate Christmas with the Winters family, sans Ron, who couldn’t get away from Fort Bragg to celebrate the holiday.

WARNINGS: Nothing, except it gets suggestive at the end — but not extremely explicit. Calling Ron by his rank has consequences idk..

TAGS: @brassknucklespeirs who asked for the Christmas Special, AAAND @liebgotts-lovergirl , @softguarnere , @galaxialuz — some sweet DaisRon winter feels for this Christmas <3

“Oh, Dais, would you pass me that? Thank you.” Daisy grabs one of the pretty ceramic bowls, sliding it over the counter to Ginny, who takes it with a smile. Outside, she can hear their boys letting out “battle cries” as they try to knock Dick into the snow. Inside, Laura lays out on the floor, the two year old all tuckered out from playing all morning.

“Careful, I think Robbie might kill your husband,” Daisy snickers, watching through the window as her son latches onto Dick’s calf, fresh powder pluming around him with every step the man takes.

“Just like his dad,” Ginny responds with a bit of a chuckle, before going back to dumping spices into the ceramic bowl. She gives Daisy a glance. “How is Ron doing, by the way?”

Daisy’s smile becomes a little more sullen, glancing down at the countertop for a moment.

“Mad as all hell,” Daisy admits. “He kept apologizing on the phone, I told him to stop worrying about it.”

“I mean, if Dick pulled out a sexy red velvet number last Christmas for me to unwrap I’d be pretty upset to miss out too.” Daisy lightly slaps her friend’s arm, looking back at her daughter as Ginny continues to giggle to herself. Her own face flared up at the memory. It was, for all purposes, Rita’s idea — an early parcel last Christmas that had a little red dress that hardly covered anything, adored with pretty white fur at the top and bottom, and around the cuffs. She’d given Rita an earful about it, her face flushed but… still tried it on. Just to see.

Needless to say the festivities didn’t really stop after they put the kids to bed.

“He calls every night to talk to the kids. Tries to anyway.” Daisy goes to grab the eggs from Ginny’s fridge, and continues to observe as she makes her attempt at gingerbread cookies so the boys could decorate them.

“Are you mad?” Ginny asks with a raised brow.

“At his job? Yes. At him? No.” Daisy’s reply is immediate. They knew what they were getting into when they married — knew they’d be moving around a lot, that his work would take him away from her for extended periods of time. She’d been especially upset when he was deployed to Korea, but even then, they made it work. Now he was at Fort Bragg, she and the kids lived in Tennessee, and they still did their best to make it work.

A testament to that fact was that this is only the second time Ron ever missed a Christmas. He’d been adamant that Daisy still went up to Pennsylvania with the kids, to stay with Dick and Ginny and celebrate anyway, so at least she wasn’t doing the whole “Santa” thing by herself this year.

“You’re a lot stronger than I am, I’ll give you that.”

“He’s not dead Gin, he’s just working.”

“I know I just… well, how’s Robbie taking it?”

Daisy hums in thought, taking half of the dough to cut into little gingerbread men.

The first time Robbie could remember seeing Ron in uniform, he squealed in delight, begging Ron to let him wear his hat (and he did, marching around their living room and demanding that his father give him twenty push ups, which he did with the little boy on his back). Now that he was in kindergarten he liked to tell everyone Ron was a superhero and that he “punched bad guys in the face” for a job. When Robbie asked Ron why he wouldn’t be home — they told him he had to train future superheroes.

He took it well enough, and Ron calling so frequently seemed to help.

“I don’t think he gets it entirely just yet, we’ve been… explaining bit-by-bit what Daddy actually does.” Daisy admits with a bit of a shrug, twisting her silver wedding band for a few moments. Outside, she can hear Robbie holler, and next to her Ginny snickers.

“You sure Ron hasn’t been teaching him combat maneuvers in his free time? He nearly took out Dick’s ankles.”

“Yeah, he actually came out practicing his Foy run,” Daisy remarks sarcastically, and Ginny snorts at that, rolling her eyes.

“Have you met his mother? With all that crazy in him I wouldn’t doubt it.”

Daisy looks up for a moment, able to pinpoint her son’s bright red cap. Little Alan hangs off of his father’s shoulders with a toothy grin, and Dick picks Robbie up by the pits to lift him high in the air. He shrieks excitedly, kicking and squirming in Dick’s hold. She then looks at Ginny, who’s resting her chin on her palm to watch the man with a distant sort of smile. She looks down, and gently pokes her friend’s tummy.

“So do you think it’s gonna be a boy or a girl?” she asks. Ginny turns to look at Daisy again, rolling her eyes.

“Dick wants a girl since Al’s such a momma’s boy. I think it’s gonna be another boy, but what do I know? I’m just the one carrying it.”

“Careful, keep talking so sweetly and someone might think you like your husband.”

“Yeah, just don’t tell him that, it's supposed to be a secret.” Ginny responds with equal sarcasm, and Daisy laughs.

It’s then that they hear another shriek, but not the shrill sound of laughter, and a ‘Daddy!’ Daisy peers out the window and watches Robbie take off down the lawn, with Dick hot on his heels, Alan in his arms, towards—

“No way,” Daisy whispers, and Ginny practically pushes her to get her shoes on, scooping Laura into her arms as Daisy takes off out the door after the three men.

By the time she reaches the lawn, she’s already a bit misty-eyed.

Ron presses kisses to Robbie’s cheek, his hat lopsided on their son’s head. Robbie’s smiling from ear-to-ear, dimples prominent, prattling all about what they’ve done in the three days they’ve been in Philly — as if he didn’t tell Ron about all these things on the phone. His eyes find hers and he chuckles, walking forward with their son in his arms.

“I thought…” she whispers, her voice trembling.

“So did I, managed to pull a few strings. The people on base like me,” he leans down, kissing her sweetly and she can’t stop smiling. He bumps their noses as he pulls away. “Gonna catch a cold, out here in that sweater.” Ron warns. Daisy just smiles a little wider.

“I’ve got you here to keep me warm, don’t I?” As Ginny passes her their daughter and she reaches out to grab at Ron’s nose, he smiles wider.

“That you do.”

Ron can’t bake without the supervision of at least half of Daisy’s side of the family — but decorating cookies with Dick and the kids works just as well, Laura perched on his lap and grabbing fistfuls of candy. He keeps a watchful eye, ensuring it doesn’t all go into her mouth, wipes Robbie’s face of white frosting and all the while Daisy can’t stop smiling, pressing kisses to the top of his head and muttering quiet “I love you”s and “I miss you”s in his ear, which he returns.

They get the kids to bed eventually, all tuckered out from the day’s events and Ron’s surprise visit. Alan and Robbie share Al’s bed, and Laura has been using Al’s old toddler bed. After that, the four of them set up all the presents under the glittering tree in the living room, share the four gingerbread cookies laid out, and stay up for a little while longer until Daisy and Ron retreat to the guest bedroom.

Daisy keeps running her thumbs over Ron’s face, her cheeks hurt from smiling as she gazes down at him.

“So, remind me, when did you leave?”

“Three in the morning from Kentucky,” he responds simply, and her brows furrow for a moment. “I slept on the train, sweetness, don’t yell at me.”

“I can’t yell at you, the kids are sleeping.”

“You’d find a way,” he retorts, and she can’t help but smile, tucking her face into the crook of his neck for a moment. “Anyways, got on the train from Fort Bragg, we stopped in Maryland. That was when I called you.”

“That explains all the noise in the back,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to his neck, his jaw, and then his cheek, enjoying the small, shuddering breath he takes, and the way his fingers dig into her hips a little tighter. “But I’m… glad you made it. Think one more day here and Robbie might’ve broken Dick’s leg.” Ron chuckles, a low noise rumbling through his chest and Daisy grins a little wider.

“That’s your son, Dais.” He insists with a slight hum to his voice, hands slipping under her shirt to rub circles into her hip bones, she shakes her head.

“He’s at least 50% you. I’d argue maybe even 60% since he’s got your eyes. Takes two to make a baby.” Ron’s grin turns somewhat wolfish as he looks her over, hands moving to press into her back.

“Does, doesn’t it?” he mutters, trailing off for a moment. “We’ve gotten pretty good at that. Rearing kids.” Daisy can’t help but giggle as Ron leans forward to press a few kisses to the column of her throat.

“You trying to raise an Army or something?” she mutters, letting out a quiet gasp when he nips a certain spot on her neck.

“Well I think they have a mighty fine CO, Lieutenant Speirs,” he mutters, and she can feel his grin against her neck. Daisy laughs again, carding her fingers through his hair.

“I’d have to agree, Major Speirs.” In time with the use of his rank, she gives a gentle tug to the hair at the base of his neck. Ron pulls his face from her throat to look at her with eyes blown wide, lips parted. All Daisy does is smile at him, and shift a little in his lap.

Even when Ron leans forward to press his lips to hers again in a heated kiss, and flip them over so he’s on top of her, she can’t stop the laugh that bubbles from her throat. Ron reaches for her hands and pins them above her head, pulling away for a moment to stare down at her — hair fanned across the mattress, eyes sparkly as she stares up at him. He takes a look over at the clock on the dresser, then back to her.

“Merry Christmas, Dais,” he murmurs. Wrapping her legs around his waist a little tighter, she nods.

“Merry Christmas, Ron,” and despite the hand pinning down her wrists, she reaches up to give him a kiss that’s a little softer, and he lets her wrists go to pull her impossibly closer to him.

Welcome home.

#ronald speirs #ronald speirs x oc #. daisy clarke #ron x daisy #ron speirs x oc #hbo war fic #hbo war x oc #band of brothers fic #postwar sweetness #band of brothers oc #rita : *evil laughter after sending daisy a sexy Santa dress and goes back to celebrating Chanukah with Joe’s family*#this isn’t the first time she’s done that #she thinks it’s funny #poet’s notepad

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miamierre · 10 months

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has anyone else watched jury duty (freevee)

#im gonna throw up i love ronald so much #HE'S SO SWEET #also everyone else is so funny. james marsden is fantastic

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brassknucklespeirs · 2 years

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Pʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ [Rᴏɴᴀʟᴅ Sᴘᴇɪʀs x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

Genre: ANGST ANGST ANGST

Warning: Mention of life threatening wounds, blood, saddddd boy hour bro, warfare, mention of weapons, mention of things related to death??

A/N: don’t yall worry bout how sad this is cause trust me... there is a part 2

Y/N had become accustomed to war and the conflict that surrounds it, her instincts kicking in whenever she hears the sounds of gunfire followed by the explosive nature of bullet spray. She was a solider, a leader through and through, trusting every single feeling and thought that had arisen as she took to the battlefield. This included the protective pull she felt towards her fellow Dog company lieutenant, Ronald Speirs. The man was a machine, almost as if he was bred for the purpose of war, with his stoic composure and expressions of indifference.

But there had been more that she saw beneath that.

It had been seen in the times he had defended her name against those who thought lesser of her, including when he threatened one of his own sergeants at gunpoint for letting his drunk thoughts about the woman get the better of his actions. It was in the way he tried to hide how impressed he’d been with her ability to hit the centre of a target every time she shot and how his eyes remained on her when she didn’t show her exhaustion for sake of her men. Hell, she’d even seen it in the proud gaze he sent her while he lingered in the background of a pub as she calmly told some privates who were making a fool of themselves to sit down and shut up.

It had been these and many more reasons as to why the woman felt such a pull towards the man, the myth and the legend that was Lieutenant Ronald Speirs. They were also the reason why she felt such a sense of protectiveness over him. It had always been simmering away beneath the rush of emotion she felt when she saw the man, but it hadn’t been until they’d finished training and left to join the war properly that she’d let it take over her actions. He was intense in the way that he got things done, whether that was during assaults on German artillery or when receiving orders to coordinate his men. Whatever it was, it had bubbled over inside of her to the point where she had to take action.

Y/N had always held a sense of motherly protectiveness over her men but this was entirely different. This was the kind of feeling that led her to watch this man’s back for him 24/7, by covering him when he ran forth into enemy fire like a madman, or sending a private to give him a hot cup of joe and some food when he’d just woken up, or even just staying up an extra hour to make sure he actually let himself rest. Hell, she’d reached the point where she would go out of her way to ensure this man was alive and thriving, and in the environment they were in, it could be said that this was done while partially neglecting her own needs. Not that she cared, of course. Y/N had long since realised why she felt such a need to protect Speirs, and why she would continue to do so until her dying breath.

It had all but been confirmed when she’d landed on D-Day when she’d fallen nowhere near their drop zone and had stormed through the forest in a huff. Upon stumbling across a few German soldiers who had been patrolling the area for lone paratroops, she’d jumped straight into action, her finger moving quickly on the trigger of her rifle. With two down, she turned her barrel to the third only for them to jump on her, smacking her rifle from her grasp, leaving her unarmed. He almost had her, his hands around her neck as he stared down at her with a twisted look of enjoyment at her gasping like a fish. A single gunshot had rung out as she was close to giving up and before the body had a chance to fall on her, it had been kicked away from her and replaced by the bright eyes of Ronald Speirs. She’d stared at him in shock as he dragged her gently to her feet, his eyes trailing over her to ensure she was generally okay. He’d nodded at her when she thanked him, but when he’d sent her the smallest of smiles as his eyes looked over her face, she’d known exactly what she’d gotten herself into.

Fox company had started the domino effect of screw ups that had happened that day, beginning with their unordered withdrawal from their position beside Dog company. Then, like any other annoying little fall of a domino, came the inevitable trail of other mishaps. Y/N had watched it begin but never got the chance to see it end. Ronald Speirs, however, saw the final domino collapse; and with its fall came the breaking of his heart.

The noise around her had been deafening, the screeching of tanks bursting through the trees being one of the only things she could focus on. She’d almost lost sight of the lieutenant who had been a foxhole over from her as a flurry of bullets broke the branches around them. It ran in slow motion suddenly, her eyes watching the trail of chaos that followed the spray of ammunition before they landed on Speirs. Too caught up in the problems arising before him, he hadn’t the time to realise the deadly shots that moved towards him. As always when it came to Ron, her body reacted impulsively, her thighs screaming as she rose from her spot quickly and took off full speed towards the man. The oncoming bullets narrowly missed him as she grasped at his shirt and yanked him back into the foxhole before following shortly after.

Ron had gazed up at the woman who had just saved his life with a look that Y/N couldn’t quite understand. Anger drew his brows together as he let out an exasperated breath, popping his head up over the side of the foxhole while she did the same. They watched as one of Dog company’s platoons begun to pull back along with Fox company, prompting them to yell at their own platoons to stay put and hammer the enemy harder.

“You’re welcome by the way.” She’d snarked as they both held their rifles up to target the onslaught of German troops that seemed to be finally retreating. Ron rolled his eyes at her, firing off another shot but not opening his mouth to retort. He spoke up to scream more orders at the men surrounding them while watching the few German tanks that hadn’t been taken out reverse out of sight. Y/N had let out a shaky breath as she turned to look at the man, watching the flex of his jaw and the slight twitch of his lip while he muttered to himself angrily about the withdrawal of half their company. It was then that he had turned to her, his expression of rage unchanging yet his gaze softening as they landed on the woman beside him.

“What the hell was that?” He’d questioned in frustration, his eyes moving to roam the battlefield in front of them to ensure it was unmoving before looking back to her. Her breath got caught in her throat suddenly, her eyes fluttering closed ever so slightly before she blinked the feeling away.

“Just another day of saving your sorry ass.” She’d managed to get out, her hand moving down her body as an uneasy feeling settled in her stomach. He held her gaze while tightening his jaw, opening his mouth to reply with something about not needing her help. She hazed him out of her mind as he spoke, her eyes glancing down at her hand fearfully. She gulped, her breath coming out in rugged pants, growing louder and louder as she stared. Ron continued his onslaught of angry words but stopped as he saw her attention unfocused on him.

Y/N looked up at him suddenly, her erratic gaze and unsteady breath set a sense of worry into the man’s chest. His brows furrowed as he called her name firmly, and though the woman was looking straight at him, the lack of response caused him to say it again much gentler. It was then that she held her hand up towards him. The fresh crimson liquid staining her skin sent the man into action instantly, the cry for a medic being heard across all three companies along the line.

Y/N gulped down the bile in her throat once again as the pain slowly arrived, the adrenaline leaving her body with every second the area stayed quiet. The sounds of war was replaced by the breeze dancing along the tree branches above them, only setting a more unpleasant feeling in the woman’s stomach. The battle had kept her focussed yet as that changed to what could be considered any other gentle autumns day, her focus had been lost. The world should have been more peaceful after taking away the harsh exchange of gunfire and the constant screaming of orders, yet instead it had turned hazy and god it brought so much pain.

It spread through her body as Ron tugged her from the foxhole to prepare her for the medic that ran towards them. The confusion of it all was the only thing stopping her from crying out in pain, a haze setting itself over her surroundings. She heard him then, calling her name again and again. She glanced at him, realising she’d been staring into space for a minute or two.

“How, how bad is it?” She’d questioned, hoping someone would clear up her confusion just a little. Ron looked down at her body as the medic ripped open the leg of her trousers, yelling for a back up medic to take care of the two wounds on her stomach and shoulder. He turned back to meet her gaze but was unable to form any helpful words as he reached to grab her hand gently.

“You’re gonna be okay Y/N.” He said, squeezing at her hand in comfort. She glanced down at their conjoined hands and almost let out a snarky comment along the lines of ‘if all it took for you to hold my hand was for me to get shot, i woulda done it ages ago’ but decided against it as she looked to the concern across the man’s face. She took notice of the dark haired man mumbling under his breath asking what caused her to make such a stupid decision.

“You..” She’d begun only to gasp in pain at the feeling of the medic dabbing harshly at her broken skin to move the pumping blood from his view. She exhaled a shaky breath hoping the nausea would leave her but never took her eyes from the lieutenant. “You do understand that I’d take a thousand bullets if it meant keeping you safe, right Ron?” She finally managed to choke out. Ron’s eyes widened at her confession and she could see the questions rushing through his head as she gazed into his darkened eyes.

“Y/N, I don’t need you taking a fucking bullet, or three, for me.” He’d huffed out, his eyes moving from hers as he looked back down at the copious amounts of blood that was starting to pool around her. He watched as the other medic had ripped open the shirt above her shoulder and begun to apply sulfur to the wound that looked to be the smallest of the three, perhaps just a graze or ricochet.

“Why is it so difficult for you to believe that you deserve to be protected?” Y/N had spluttered out suddenly, breaking the man’s concentration. He looked back to her again, his eyes holding such a pain that one could even question as to whether he too had been hit. He went to open his mouth only for her hand to squeeze harder against his, a cry of pure anguish leaving her lips and her eyes screwing shut tightly. The medic had stuck a pair of tweezers into her stomach to remove the bullet that stayed lodged there, sending the woman into a fit as she withered on the grass in pain. Unsteady panting and whimpers were the only thing that could be heard by Ron as he sat helplessly staring down at her, his eyes constantly blinding to keep the tears away.

A sign of relief almost left her mouth as the tweezer pulled back from her flesh, the bullet following shortly after, yet as the exhaustion from blood loss begun to set in, she could only manage a strangled breath. Her eyes opened slowly, her gaze landing straight on the man that still sat beside her with her hand clenched in his. She traced the surface of his face, taking note of the way his eyes shimmered with tears, the frown lines and the downturned, trembling lips. He had just watched as her eyes looked over him, gulping down the words he wished to say to her. She had smiled then, and with the little strength she had left, she gave his hand a weak squeeze before her eyes begun to flutter closed.

“Don’t close your eyes Y/N.” Ron called to her, his voice shaking with anguish. “Y/N, keep your eyes open dammit, or I’ll...I’ll never be able to forgive you.” He tried to be firm with her, hoping that he could get his way as he always did, but was only met with squinted eyes.

“But this would be such a perfect view to just drift off to sleep with.” She was able to whisper out with a short giggle before she was sent into another fit of pain. Ron continued to feel helpless, his eyes constantly looking between the medics who worked furiously to keep the woman from dying, and the woman herself.

“Why did you do that? Why did you have to be so stupid Y/N?” He spat in frustration, yet the movement of one his hands gently moving the helmet from her head and stroking her hair from her face sent a different message than the anger in his voice. Her eyes continued to flutter as she pushed herself to not close them so she could look upon the man she loved for just a few more moments.

“You know why.”

“Don’t say it. Please don’t say it. Not now, not like this.” He’d all but whimpered to her, stressfully running his hand through her messy hair. She leaned towards the hand as it came back towards the side of her head, urging him to leave it cupping the side of her jaw.

“I-”

The pain came back then in full force, wildfire like never before rushing through her veins, causing her heart to burn as it ran double time. She threw her head back against the ground weakly after trying to lift it to view what the medics were doing. Her body wiggled around as panic set in, her adrenaline rising once again. The medics could be heard yelling to one another and the approaching jeep that they needed to move her soon or they would lose her to the blood loss. She had opened her eyes then, a look of pure dread falling across her features, her gaze erratic once again. Her eyebrows drew together as she let out a sudden sob of stress, a single tear slipping down the side of her face and onto Ron’s hand.

“I-I’m so scared Ron, so scared.” She whimpered, her face nudging at his fingers as they trailed across her cheeks, rubbing the tears away. He let out a defeated huff of a breath, blinking several times to clear his own eyes.

“I know baby, I know. It’s gonna be okay. I promise it’s going to be okay.”

Ron stood with her, still clutching her hand, when the medics were ready to move her onto the stretcher and to the jeep that had just pulled up. The constant changes in the woman between being completely exhausted to withering in a state of pure panic and adrenaline was setting the men all on edge; anxiety, frustration and fear all spiking in their hearts as they watched. Ron was the worst, though his ability to hold himself together when needed was coming in handy as he whispered in reassurance to her.

The jeep was ready to go when she finally felt herself losing it. Her eyes had slipped open once again though this time the haze didn’t disappear with a few harsh blinks. The sky was a beautiful shade of blue that day, and she imagined the blurry figure that came into her view before it was even more beautiful. She felt herself drop off, the haze turning to a tunnel of black as she lost the feeling of pain. She could feel everything melt away, all but one voice that echoed around her.

“I promise. I promise. I promise.” Over and over he had said it, and over and over she heard it, until eventually she didn’t. The sounds disappeared along with the feelings, the pain, the dread, the fear; all gone.

Ron had watched as he lost her. He saw as her eyes became unseeing while looking up at him, the emotions that swum through them all gone within a moment before they fluttered closed. He continued to whisper to her until her hand went limp in his, his breath stopping instantly. The medics continued to work, yelling that she was still alive and needed to be seen by a surgeon if they were going to save her. But Ron had already felt it all come crashing down, his heart clenching so tightly in his chest that his body froze and refused to move. It wasn’t until one of the medics had gently pushed him back from the jeep, muttering that there was still a chance for her and that they needed to move her immediately. He only gazed at them before nodding, all expression lost on his face while he watched them speed off, dust kicking up behind the tires right into his face. He stood in the cloud of dust unmoving until the moment it had cleared, his eyes still fixed on the jeep as it got smaller and smaller in the distance. He pursed his lips to stop them from trembling before gulping and letting out a shaky breath as he whispered after her.

“I love you too.”

#oh ouch #i won’t apologise #but also I’m so sorry #y’all better hold out for the part two…#i think I’ve caused enough sadness #so you best believes part two is gonna be sweet (and likely spicy) enough to not hurt anymore #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers #ronald speirs #ron speirs x reader #ronald speirs x reader #ron speirs #ron speirs imagines #hbo war

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