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Mwah chef kisses all around. Perfect. Beautiful. Exemplery (<<< I don’t know if that’s how you spell that word, I am illiterate and I’ve never actually typed that word before lol.) anywho, brilliant, magnificent, I can die a happy girl.

This isn’t like a review, but like..... it’s a review because like I just wanna tell you how much I love it but there’s not like a comment section (do better tumblr) and if there is I am once again illiterate. Lol.

I loved the: he was realizing the truth of it, line. That struck a dark chord of pure melancholy bliss in my angsty lil heart. And the title was so cute. The writing phenomenal. I could straight up never.

Alright, Ronald, you handsome devil!!! I adore! That’s how I am going to address ppl and like I am not gonna change the name. I am just gonna call everyone Ronald. Okay so I loved this so much. Thanks for blessing my soul. You are amazing.

Hiya! can i get a speirs imagine, and like the girl is just a straight laced, i iron my skirts every night so they're like crisp in the morning kinda thing, and it's like post war, and he's just like not a mess, but like he's definitely a mess. idk. take literally any creative liberties lol.

Pleated Skirt And White Ribbon // Ronald Speirs Imagine

AN: I loved this request so much! I tried my best to make it what was wished for it. I hope you enjoy it.

Taglist: @alienoresimagines @hihosilvers @floydtab

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There he lay, in a knot of blankets and sheets as his sleeping body tossed and turned. Sweat dripped down his forehead as shined off the rest of his body. His brown hair sticking to his soaked forehead. Small grunts and low whines escaped his lips as the horrors of the war he had just left replayed throughout his mind. His fingers dug into the sheets, gripping them tight enough that it created small tears in the fabric.

Ronald's eyes shot open as he let out a loud and exasperated gasp. His body lurched upwards as his chest heaved. Sweat slowly dripping down his bare and now exposed skin. He ran a hand through his sopping hair and tried to regulate his breathing.

Ronald Speirs wasn't one for letting his emotions show. Well, besides anger and his threat of authority. Especially back in the war. He was a legend among every man in the Army Paratroopers. He was terrifying none the least. Rumors had gone around the companies about how he murdered a group of German soldiers that had surrendered themselves over to them. Offering them each a cigarette and lighting them for them. Just to go off into a shooting spree and killing at least twenty of them. Or was it forty? Hell, nobody really knew if it was true or not. There had been rumors that he shot some sergeant, or was he a private. Though, the truth was that Ronald was a ruthless man. He was mean, tough, and wasn't afraid of dying. He had beaten a Replacement nearly to death with the rest of Easy Company after the Replacement had shot an NCO.

Now here the Veteran was. Lying in his bed, in a pool of sweat, tears welled in his eyes after another night of being awoken from all the things he put himself through throughout the war. Ronald's eyes darted to the small clock that rested on his nightstand within his small room. It was just big enough for him. Which he didn't mind. It wasn't like he had anyone to share it with.

The clock read '5:43 AM' . Ronald sighed heavily as he threw the already sprawled blankets and sheets to the side. Throwing his legs to one side of the mattress, planting his hands at either side of him. His head hanging low as his breathing was now at a normal pace. Only a few droplets of sweat now dropped onto the hardwood floor that his feet rested on. 'Might as well start the day, Right?' he thought to himself as his pushed himself up to stand. The cold air that came in through his his slightly cracked window, sending a shiver down his spine. Ronald closed his eyes for a moment, collecting his thoughts, and opening them. Going over to his dresser and digging out a pair of pants and a shirt. Pulling the pants over his long legs and over his boxers. Pulling the shirt over his head and pushing his arms through the holes. With another heavy sigh he ran his hands over his face and through his knotted hair. Walking to the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror. Placing his hands on the rim of the bathroom sink, resting his weight down on it as he stared into the mirror.

Deep purple bags rested beneath his eyes. Ronald's eyes a light red from both not sleeping and the common acts of crying. He just huffed and pushed himself off the sick. Turning around to exit and walk into the main area of his home. His lips pressed together tightly as he walked over to the front door. Grabbing his jacket and slipping it over his arms. His eyes went up to the clock that hung up on a wall. The time now was 6:57. The sun was already almost completely up by now. Ron went and slipped on his shoes. Deciding that maybe a cup of coffee at a local diner would cheer him up and help him wake up for the day.

As he walked out of his house and shut the door behind him, he let the cool morning air hit him. Rushing over his body. Ronald inhaled the fresh air deeply, letting it flow around within his lungs for a few seconds before exhaling it back into the air. He immediately felt his tense muscles loosen. He looked forward down the sidewalk and took one more deep breath and shoving his permanent scarred and calloused hands deep into his jacket pockets. Making his way down the pavement, keeping his gaze slightly down and avoiding everyone's view.

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The small bell attached to the top of the diner's main door chimed as Ronald pushed it open with one hand. A waitress turned and looked at him, a warm smile on her lips. Her red lipstick popping as she immediately pulled out a small notepad and pen when seeing Ronald's appearance. She brought him over to a small booth that was open. He ordered a cup of straight black coffee and the waitress darted into the kitchen. Leaving Ronald to sit alone, fiddling his thumbs as he waited in silence.

His mind had been raising as he just staring off at the table he was sitting at. That was until the diner's door chimed once more. Snagging his attention and his eyes darted upwards. His gaze landing on a woman with a light pink dress. It was sleeveless and the hems were lace. The skirt obviously ironed neatly. Her hair was pulled back with a white ribbon tied into a bow. A white headband to push her bangs back. Pink lipstick on her lips and rosy cheeks on her S/C skin. A smile on her lips as she spoke with another waitress. Ronald's eyes were glued to her. So much so that he didn't realize his waitress place his mug of coffee.

"She's a doll, ain't she?" asked the Waitress. A small smile on her face as Ronald awkwardly coughed, knowing he was caught staring. Warmth came to his cheeks as he smoothed down his hair, grabbing his hot mug of coffee and holding it between his palms.

"Yeah, sure," he mumbled, looking out the window. The kind waitress lady chuckled as she turned around.

"Her name is Y/N L/N, let me know if you want anything else Hun," her voice was smooth as she walked back into the kitchen. Ronald's eyes traveled back up to the young woman. She looked so neat and proper. She went and sat down in a booth in front of Ronald. Facing him, she looked up catching his eye. Y/N smiled at him, making Ronald's focus quickly going to whatever was going on outside the window. His cheeks now gaining a darker tint of red.

Ronald definitely changed when he got back to the states. He wasn't as dark or mysterious or mean, now he was kind of quiet. Still keeping the thousand yard stare that could kill, but now he was just by himself. He kind if kept in touch with his old fellow officers, but it wasn't a lot. He wasn't okay in the most part. But, he wasn't the type of man to talk about his nightmares and issues. I mean hell, he was Ronald Speirs, he was supposed to be terrifying and tough. Not broken and as mentally drained as he was.

Y/N studied him closely. She had heard about Speirs, it was a small town after all. And of course, he was a war hero. Word travels fast. She worked with War Veterans before, she knew how much they went through after the Wars. Her father had served in the first World War, she knew that when he left and when he got back, he wasn't the same. And he never was the same. So seeing the dark circles beneath his eyes and the bloodshot redness in the whites of his eyes, she knew what was up. Y/N knew that maybe she could talk to him. Plus, she thought he was kind of cute.

She stood and walked over to the table, standing there for a second. Seeing if the man would notice her presence. But, when he didn't she licked her lip and put her hands behind her back. "Hey, is this seat taken?" she asked sweetly.

Ronald's head turned around quickly to look up at the woman. A toothy grin was being shined down onto him. He swallowed as his mind darted in search for words. He was stuck like a teenage boy drooling over a crush. Ronald was wrong. He was a mess.

"Oh, yeah. I mean no. You can sit there," he stumbled as he looked away. Mentally cursing at himself on how he was acting so foolish. Y/N sat down and placed her elbows on the table, resting her head on her palms. Fingers cupping her cheeks. A smile still on her lips. Ronald sat there awkwardly, it had been a long time since he had last flirted or really had a conversation with a pretty woman. And a woman like Y/N was so much different compared to him right of the bat. Politer, pristine, neat. Almost like a goddamn princess. Whilst Ronald was rough Paratrooper in Europe just months ago. He was used to the grunt life style. In fact, he kind of liked it. He stole, he was rude and coarse most of the time. And usually he just wore whatever he was comfortable with. Ron had lost most of his confidence after the war, he just wasn't the man he was during the war. He was lost. And now with this beautiful woman asking to sit with him, and he had no idea on what to say or do, he was realizing the truth of it.

"So you're the infamous Ronald Speirs? I've heard a lot about you," she spoke as she Waistress came with a steaming cup of tea and place it in front of her. Giving Ronald a cheeky wink before turning and walking away. Y/N reached for her cup and lifted it to her mouth. She even rose her pinkie when she took a sip! Ron thought they only did that in movies! Though, he looked at her confused. What had she heard about him, he didn't know anything was going around about him. She noticed the confused look on his features and places her tea cup down softly.

"The entire town knows about you, your a war Veteran! It's a small town Mr. Speirs, word gets around," she smiled as Ron just nodded, his lips pressed into a think line. She extended her hand towards him. "I'm Y/N L/N, nice to meet you."

Ron looked at her hand and took it within his. Her hands felt so soft against his rough and scarred ones. He shook her hand, not really wanting to let go. "Nice to meet you," his words were low but clear. He released her hand and she pulled it back, lightly lying it on the table. He already missed the feeling of her hand in his. Ronald Speirs would never admit it, but he was starved of a woman's touch. Starved of the feeling of love. With him being in war for three years, where all he saw was pure hatred, anger, and death for so long. Day after day. He forgot what it was like. But he yearned for it. And once he laid his eyes on this.. this princess of a woman, a strange and unique feeling exploded into his chest.

For a few about a minute or so, they sat in silence. It was quite the awkward experience. Y/N felt that maybe he didn't wish for her to stay or to talk to her. 'Well it was worth a try,' she thought as she finished her last sip of tea. "I guess I should be going, it was nice to meet you Mr. Ronald Speirs. I apologize if I intruded in anyway," her words had a hint of disappointment and sadness as she began to stand up. Ronald's head darted up. Feeling bad after hearing her tone of voice. And there was no way in God's green Earth that he would pass up the oppurtunity that he had at this moment, with this perfect woman. He quickly reached for Y/N's wrist, his fingers wrapping around it.

Y/N's focus went down to the hand that grabbed at her wrist. Her eyes followed the wrist and arm to Ronald. Whose eyes were big and practically screamed out how much he wanted her to stay. "No, I'm sorry. It's just.. just.. Jesus Christ why is it so hard for me to just speak to you! You're just really pretty, and so nice, and so different than me. I'm so used to people being scared of me and I'm so tired and... and lost. I'm a mess, but I'm not. Ugh. I got this feeling when I first saw you walk in, I don't know what it was so different, and I don't think I ever felt it before. And I just.. I want to get to know you. And I don't want to be alone, so please stay," his cheeks reddened with embarrassment. Never really having to voice his emotions like he did just then. If any men from Easy saw him like this. So vulnerable, so weak, almost broken. They probably wouldn't even think it was the same man that they heard murderous rumors about and ultimately feared.

Y/N smiled down at him, feeling the rush of heat go to her face and ears. Ron pulled his hand off her wrist and pealed it back and placed it on the table. His lips pressed into a thin line as his leg bounced up in down from the anxiety that flowed through his veins. The little lady sat down and reached for the man's hand. Ronald's body was now shaky slightly as he just did something he never really had down before. He was hesitant when her hand interlocked with his. Just thirty minutes ago they were strangers. Now they were this. This woman had to been a princess from a storybook come to life. There was no way she wasn't. He sheepishly looked up at her, some of his brown locks falling in front of his eyes.

"Alright Ronald,you handsome devil, I'll stay. Tell me a bit about yourself," She was so filled with life, joy, and just straight sunshine. Ronald's ends of his lips quirked up into a small smile as he realized that maybe coming to get a cup of coffee this morning did actually fix him after all

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I don't think I'll ever get over the expressions on Speirs (Matthew settle's) face during this scene.

this is when joe is translating for the Jewish man, Speirs in the background literally made me cry.

@trashgoddess600 @adamantiumdragonfly @julianneday1701 @floydtab @luz-lovebot @sunflowerchuck @pilindieltheelf

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Are requests still open? If so, could you do. A fluff imagine with Joe leibgott when they came across a french girl in need of saving from German's trying to take her. And he basically does the "love-at-first-sight" and protected her all the way to the safe point, then convincing winters to be able to transfer her with them somehow, teaching her how to shoot. All the time she has trouble with english. (Sorry, if this seems very pushy, i dont mean it to be)

in my heart, i’ll carry you - part one

So you requested this seven years ago and my grubby lil fingers are just now typing it??? I, Bri -my kink is buturing the english language and using punctuation incorrectly - anna sincerely apologize! <3 This is also only the first part (it got kinda long and i figured it deserved my full attention and so i should probably split it up so i can do the whole request justice because like it’s such a fun idea, and i am just here for it.)

(also i don’t know french, okay? I live in iowa, like, i barely know english.)

He was by himself when he found - stumbled - upon her. He’d just wanted a break from the bodies and the praying and the wreckage. And he didn’t even really see her at first, just heard that somber devastating sob echoing throughout the courtyard. The awful melody of war. And it’s not like he’d been looking for trouble, and he definitely wasn’t trying to save anything, he wasn’t - he wasn’t that kind of guy.

But when he saw her his heart stopped, like honest to god stopped. Like in a needs resuscitation kind of way, in a not coming back, in a never be the same kind of way, and it wasn’t like he was in love or anything, because truth be told he wasn’t - he wasn't that kind of guy.

Her eyes were wide and soot covered her cheeks, staining the probably once porcelain skin a disturbing charcoal. If he hadn’t been clad in army green, rusty gun-metal knives, and angsty bullshit, he swore he would have reached over and wiped it away. But his hands had been dirty then, caked in mud and rubble. Dried blood permeated under his nail bed, and while Lieb didn’t know much about women, he knew, war or not, she wouldn’t have wanted them anywhere near her.

A collection of blonde strands stuck to her forehead courtesy of sweat and fatigue. He sees a hint of smudged red and well, he knows exactly what that is.

Lieb’s not smart,, not even a little bit, but, he would be willing to bet good american money that if her hair had been washed and styled it would’ve been the silkiest fucking thing in the world.

Hell, he’d bet if there wasn’t a goddamn war going on she’d be the poster perfect girl-next-door, the one who liked to be home by eight, who only placed chaste kisses on the cheek after the third date, and Lieb, well, he isn’t into that. He liked a girl that bit back. And he didn’t even really like blonde hair, he’d always preferred red hair. It reminded him of fire, and heat, and his first heartbreak, and his childhood and the summer he’d split his knee open so many times trying to learn to ride his bike.

And, well, truth be told, Lieb liked to be burned.

But this girl, well she was soft and her bottom lip had been split right down the middle. Red dotted the splintered cracks of her dried skin. The blood didn’t drip down her chin or anything, it wasn’t that kind of wound. Instead it had settled on her skin and made itself seen, proclaimed its presence loudly. The burgeoning seam of a hundred jagged lines. Less neat, more complex, more deadly.

“S'il vous plaît… monsieur, pl… ease, monsieur,” Her voice had been a broken ebb and flow of muddled english and rapid french. Lieb didn’t really understand her but he didn’t need to, her arms had been roughly shackled behind her back and delicate tears streamed down her face and landed at his feet. He didn’t have to know french to understand that this girl needed his help.

After all, there were somethings that were just fucking universal.

“Shit, okay, I’ll help you.” Lieb murmured softly under his breath while he scanned the ruble around her, a hastily dropped key would have been the best case scenario, but even so, Lieb was good at working with what he had. It wouldn’t have been his first time picking a lock, anyways. Meanwhile the girl still slobbered and carried on as if he was holding a gun to her head.

He wondered what she’d experienced at the hands of the German soldiers, but the cracked way she screamed, and screamed, and screamed told him all he needed to know. It bounced around in his stomach, filling him up to the brim, and well, Lieb just wasn’t strong enough to hold that kind of hurt. And, yeah, he felt bad for the girl but she wouldn’t shut up, and god he just needed one moment of quiet.

“Stop crying,” He barked brusquely, and for her part she lowered her head in a half-hearted attempt to stifle the tears. He ran a calloused hand through his hair as he kicked at the debris surrounding her. “C’mon, girl, work with me.”

Either her english just wasn’t good enough, or she really wanted to get on his nerves, because the crying didn’t cease. “God damn it, shut up,” Her lips snapped shut abruptly but soft squeaks still trembled past her lips pitifully and he felt like a goddamn asshole.

“Okay, I am sorry, I am sorry,” he soothed, “I am just trying to help, but I can’t - I can’t think, I just need a minute.” If Winters had found this girl he would’ve known exactly what to do, hell, he would have done it by now. But, Lieb wasn’t a hero, he just, he wasn’t - he wasn’t that kind of guy.

Lieb could pick a lock in four seconds flat, it was one of those shameful things you could take pride in if you’d live where he’d lived. Lieb couldn’t lead flocks of men, and he still couldn’t claim to be brave, (sure he’d signed up for a war but that was the perfect mix of peer pressure and blind recklessness, and obligation. It just wasn’t the same as being brave.) But at least he could pick a lock.

And he would have, he would have done it a thousand times over, and not because he was good or right or trying to be something he wasn’t, but because only a fucking German scumbag would leave a beautiful, desperate, little girl like her out here to die.

And so yeah, he would’ve picked that lock because at least he had that. But there wasn’t even a lock to pick.

Eventually he’d snapped the chord tethering the metal cuffs together, but he knew it wasn’t enough. He knew it when she’d collapsed to the ground only halfway free. He knew it when he’d seen raw and bloody wrists still being held captive. And god, he knew he wasn’t a hero, but he wished he could do more.

“C’mon girl, I gotcha,” He whispered softly into her ear, and it wasn’t like he was trying it on or anything, he just, he didn’t know what to do. The only thing he had was the faded memories of wiping his little sisters tears when they’d trip over their own feet. But eventually they stopped falling, or maybe they just stopped calling for him. He was working with what he’d had. “I’m gonna help yah, I can’t do much girl, but I promise yah that.”

At the sound of his voice she’d carefully lifted her head to stare at him quizzically. He figured by the furrow of her brows the words coming out of his mouth meant nothing to her. He watched her closely for one distilled second. Just eyes meeting eyes.

After a long, dust bunny inducing moment that was beginning to feel like years of deliberating she finally let out a soft little whimper, “He-elp?”

“Help!” Lieb nodded furiously, “I am going to help you.”

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Chef kisses all around

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His voice is low and kind of raspy, like maybe he’s been inhaling cigarettes for the past thirty years and the only thing left inside his rib cage is curling, sweltering smoke. But that’s just a guess, it’s not like you could open him up -

Not really

What a sight it would be. Bone, and blood, and his hollow train wreck heart; ruining itself over and over again just to beat out it’s slow lethargic liquid breath of a promise.

And that smooth tremor of his, the one that flows from him - that pours - and swallows. Breathy and lifted and removed and full of hot acidic endearments. When he purses his bruised cherry lips to blow a sweeping gust of stale oxygen across your bare shoulder it burns - it honest to god fucking burns.

And you let it. You let it burn you up until every inch of you is a million different degrees, until there is nothing left except for that fragile quiet statue built - careened - from the ground up. And you’ll look in the mirror to see the wreckage of years and years of unchecked rage wrought upon your crater hole collarbones, and you’ll see the heat of his words dancing in your eyes. A devestating tango. A war. And you realize you are his creation of ash, and electricity and firewood and the agonizing cadence of almost’s forever crawling up your arms. Like green blue veins, like vines, like being trapped and anchored and pulled down and kept and -

We almost made it.

We were almost good together.

I almost wanted you.

I almost loved you.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles into the nape of your neck, as his fingertips trail bruises down your spine. And it hurts - it does - but the pain is worth it. Right? The blistering heat of too much, too quickly. It belongs there on your skin. Who else would touch you like this? Who else could bare the brunt of his affection this way? If not you - no.

Of course it’s you.

A/N: so like i found this in my notes and it’s not really anything solid or concrete but like they’re words strung together so I’ll go with it. it’s not really about anyone i guess, i was definitely imagining speirs but that’s just because I adore him. but like let’s be real this was probably about sobel.

#band of brothers #fanfiction #band of brothers one shot #imagines band of brothers #webster band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers fanfiction #joe liebgott #ronald speirs #dick winters #lewis nixon #herbert sobel #captain sobel #sobel

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i don’t think people really get how little feedback fanfic authors actually get? like the effort to reaction ratio is so abysmally skewed here that a fic nearly 50,000 words long takes an entire year to amass like. 16 comments. someone reblogged a fic i wrote at 4 am and tagged it with a 5-word compliment and i can’t stop thinking about it, not because it was so nice but because half the time you post a fic you’re going to hear nothing and anything feels like so much

fandom culture is so, so good about giving artists the credit they’re due, but we gotta start doing that for writers too. you’ve got no idea how much people put into their stories and get maybe a handful of reblogs and a dozen-odd kudos. that’s not enough. writing is an endurance sport and y’all need to start giving fic writers a reason to endure it and improve their craft. encourage writers like you encourage artists. reblog fics, leave tags, leave comments, acknowledge that these stories do not just spring into being for your entertainment.

every single damn writer i know feels like half of their readers see them as a machine. that’s gotta change.

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Here's a question for twilight how did James biting Bella infect her with poison, but then Edward biting bella to suck the blood out just worked and didn't infect her with more venom??? Like??? I'm a missing something. Plz explain.

#twilight #questions for stephanie meyer #twilight makes sense #lOl #someone help #idk

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@imagine-bandofbrothers

Me and my friends every time we rewatch Band of Brothers and realize we’re still in love with every single character.

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Thanks for the tag!!! @baberoeeee

I) Francis Forever by Mitski

2) Always Hate Me by James Blunt

3) A Closeness by Dermot Kennedy

4) Home by Dotan

5) Friends by Chase Atlantic

6) Watermelon Sugar by Harry Styles

7) Teeth by 5 Seconds of Summer

8) Broken Crown by Mumford and Sons

9) White Blank Page by Mumford and Sons

I0) Closer by Kings of Leon

I know it says tag 10 people but I’m only gonna tag a few! @imagine-bandofbrothers @bastogne-boys @lilcxssiel @buckluzliebgott

Playlist tag game

Thank you for the tag @beleriac!

Rules of the game: You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to! Put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people. NO SKIPPING

1) The World Is Not Enough-Garbage

2) Best Friends-Grandson

3) How Soon Is Now- t.A.T.U

4) Did You Miss Me (I’m A Veronica)- The Veronicas

5) I Feel Free- Cream

6) Lights Out -Mindless Self Indulgence

7) Been Down So Long- The Doors

8) Earth -Smile

9) Born Entertainer- Veruca Salt

10) Drowse- Queen

Tag you’re it- @lieblinggs @fatbottomedboi @acdeaky @pyxieraven @fromcrossroadstoking @s-ara-bel @instantezra @lalalasocks @nikkisixxwiththebass @useyourillusion

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Me,on my deathbed: and last but not least…

My family: yes?

Me: At first the Germans didn’t shoot at him. I think they couldn’t quite believe what they were seeing. But that wasn’t the really astounding thing. -

My family: OH MY GOD, SHUT UP.

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favorite character meme → Carwood Lipton

↳ From this day to the ending of the world we in it shall be remembered. We lucky few, we band of brothers. For he who today sheds his blood with me shall be my brother.

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I was here. I exist. I’m alive because I bleed.

A/N: Yo, I wrote a thing for Mr. ROn Ron Speirs because I love him the most out of anyone ever and i just needed to get something angsty out there to channel my very strong emotions about my job being out of lunchables, like it’s been months and they still haven’t restocked. anyways the title is a quote i had saved in the recesses of my notes somewhere, i have no clue who it’s by tho, also no shade to the real life hero Ronald Speirs, because bruh this is just fanfiction.

He loves you, he swears he does.

Just not enough.

He loved you in those short and fleeting moments when there isn’t time for anything but looking and wanting. When your fingertips would brush together in a rare splendid moment of bliss. And, yeah, it’d be short.

After all he could only love you in his own quiet desperate way. And it’s fine -

You knew it wouldn’t be a frenzy of I-love-you’s, and it definitely wasn’t going to last forever, but it was easy to pretend that it might have.

“I’m a soldier.” He had said, and you had known then that he was ending whatever weird mixed up thing you had. His shoulders were tightly drawn up, tense in a nervous way that didn’t belong to him and nothing in the whole world could have brought them down. “I can not give you what you need.”

What I need, you had thought, is you. But you were never very brave, and there were so many words, even now, stuck inside you, and that would probably never come out.

“You deserve a normal life, a perfect life. With a man who can be good, who can be good just for you.”

“You’re good, you -” Your voice had cracked then because this was really happening. You should have known. The war was over. And here he was tying up all of those loose ends before he went back to his real life. Without you. But there were so many pieces of thread connecting you, and it would have taken centuries of tying and bleeding before he could ever be rid of you.

“I was born to kill, to always be fighting. Which is fine, I’ve always known what I am. But there’s no room for love or children in that kind of chaos. There’s no future in war.” His eyebrows had scrunched together in earnest but other than that he didn’t sound like he felt anything.

“But the war’s over I -”

“Some wars don’t ever end,” He had whispered so quietly and you wanted to punch him and feather every part of his face with kisses at the same time. You wanted to touch him and memorize every line and scar carved into his skin because soon he would be lost to you forever.

You think you understand though, after all, it’s been such a long winter. And there are just some things that don’t grow back after that kind of cold.

And if nothing else you will always have this silver tongued silence between you. And even though you haven’t seen him in years you will always have the pieces of himself that he gave you.

His deep rooted eyes; that have seen thousands of years of suffering.

His hands; that were rough and bruised and burned from always touching the fire.

His lips; that have been chapped and withered but whispered love into your skin anyways.

His hair; that was dark and twisty and so many other things you can only almost remember.

His voice; that was low and sweet, and angry and every awful magnificent thing all at once.

His heart; that had been hardened before you met and after, that could never love you quite enough.

You will spend the rest of your life looking for these parts of him. And no matter how long you search you will never find the whole of him.

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