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[lieutenant-speirs]

Just Hold Him (Lipton x Speirs)

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

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

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2, 13, 25 :)

2. Which series of the three is your favorite? Why?

This is a really difficult question, because all of them have their perfect qualities, however, if I have to choose, it’s going to be Band of Brothers. It was the first series I was introduced to and I just love it so much.

13. Do you have a favorite Band of Brothers episode? Which one and why?

Day of Days is probably my favorite, just because it’s such a change from Curahee, where all the men were so happy and cheerful. Now all of a sudden, they’re in war, fighting for their country and their own lives. I could watch this episode over and over again.

25. Your OTPs, if you have any.

HARRY AND KITTY OH My God, I love how much Harry loves Kitty, and I can only hope that one day a man loves me as much as that. Also, I really ship Speirs and Renee, just because I feel like opposites attract and it would be so damn cute.

Thank you so much!

[lieutenant-speirs]

Just Hold Him (Lipton x Speirs)

Title: Just Hold Him (Part 2 of 2) - (Part 1 Here) Ship: Lipton x Speirs Summary: When snow reminds Lipton of what he's lost, what he's witnessed... Grief pierced him through the heart with an icicle shard. Themes: Grief, Hurt-Comfort Author Note: Part 2 due to the sobelshiit of this platform and it’s character limits. Excuse me but did Captain Winters receive character limits for his reports? I think the fic not!

A hand to Lipton's shoulder caused him to jump, “Gotta find a foxhole.” Came the immediate response from the shorter of the two, his voice mumbled and sound a thousand miles away despite standing right next to Ron. Eyes vacant and clearly seem to be back in Bastogne than in the warmth of their home. “Easy, Carwood. You’re not there…" Ron started but got not response... Keeping his voice gentle, he tried again with a different tactic, "Look at me, Sergeant…” Ron hated using military ranks in them, particularly when Carwood’s technically a Lieutenant but the two knew each other the most when they were Sergeant/Lieutenant and it just kind of… stuck. Following orders was, oh, so familiar…  and it successfully got Lipton’s attention so Ron didn’t feel as guilty having to resort to such a thing. “I..um…” “It’s alright.” Ron quickly reassured him when Lipton seemed at a loss of words to explain. He didn’t need to. Not to anyone. And certainly not to Ron. “It’s not.” Lipton argued back, as he always does. His stubbornness was something that both amused and exasperated Ron at times. Lipton tore his gaze away from the snow falling outside, the ground already covered in white and not a sight of green or brown earth to be seen. “I hate the snow…” Lipton quietly confessed, though something about his voice seemed…thicker with emotion… “It reminds me of-“ but he never finished his sentence. Cut himself short and let it hang in the air. Ron knew what he was talking about. Bastogne. When Easy lost more than they needed. A couple of deaths, a few major injuries, battle fatigue… A hand flew up and shielded his eyes as a sob tore past his lips. His other hand coming around in a self-hug against his lower chest. Years of suppressed grief finally bubbling to the surface. Ron’s hand that was still on Lipton’s shoulder, stayed there. Two steps that took him forwards and facing Lipton, pulled Lipton against him. The hand on his shoulder now wrapped around his upper back, the other hand cradled the back of his head against Ron. There wasn’t much Ron can do for Lipton right now. No words of comfort would work. No words of how Lipton was brave and how they died of heroes was going to make this any better… in fact, Ron would be insulted if people tried to tell him this while he was grieving for his men… so he certainly wouldn’t be reciprocating the social norm to Lipton. All he could do was hold Lipton quietly, without judgement, and let the man grieve. The men moved on… yet… they also didn’t. Fireworks are a trigger for some, Ron’s heard. Thunder and lightening are a trigger – especially for Lipton. Poor man woke up screaming to find a foxhole because the lightening, together with the thunder, must’ve pulled that particular memory to the surface and cruelly allowed Lipton to repeat the events subconsciously while he slept. Ron was there for that, fortunately. He tried not to dwell on the ‘What if’s’… ‘What if he wasn’t there?’ etc. Lipton handled it well… as well as could be expected. Ron stayed with him until he was calm enough…Got him a drink of water and then settled them back down to sleep… Perhaps the with the nightmares, the lack of sleep and now the snow falling has been too much for Lipton. Ron doesn’t blame. Absolutely not. The thought never crossed his mind. All he could do…was just hold Lipton. Lips press to Lipton’s hair, resting there as he held him protectively in the middle of their home, listening to Lipton’s sobs. Lipton’s heart clenched tightly to the point he couldn’t breathe. His face buried in his hand, which was pressed against Ron’s shoulder. His own body racked with sobs but was embraced by a stronger hold to keep him from doubling over. Ron just held him. For as long as he needed. His heart broke to hear the man he loved in such emotional pain that Ron couldn’t do anything to make it better, or take it away… But all he could do… is hold him.