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[itstheheebiejeebies]

Ron Speirs Icons

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[yourspeirs]

[supervalcsi]

18 Ronald Speirs icons under the cut

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[ferally-ships]

⌜𝟏𝟎 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝟏𝟎 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬⌟

Thank you for the tag @iceman-kazansky This was a lot harder than I thought because I didn't realise how many 'fandoms' I'm no longer in XD

𝐴𝑑𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝐾𝑎𝑧𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑘𝑦, 𝑇𝑜𝑝 𝐺𝑢𝑛: 𝑀𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝐿𝑖𝑒𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑁𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐹𝑖𝑐𝑘, 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐾𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝐿𝑖𝑒𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑆𝑝𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑠, 𝐵𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑒𝑙 𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠𝑜𝑛, 𝑆𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑅𝑦𝑎𝑛 𝐷𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝐻𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑏𝑎𝑙 𝐿𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝐻𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑏𝑎𝑙 𝐿𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑅𝐾900*, 𝐷𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑖𝑡: 𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝐻𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝐶𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝐿𝑒𝑣𝑖 𝐴𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛, 𝐴𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑇𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑏𝑦, 𝑃𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑦 𝐵𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝐵𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤, 𝐷𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝐴𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑦 𝐴𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑛 𝐻𝑜𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑒𝑟, 𝐶𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠

*Granted, the fandom basically made up the model RK900's personality. But it's basically canon lore, so I'm still counting it.

|| Tagging: @hxad-ovxr-hxart, @georgieluzz, @sir-mr-dr-roe, Anyone else I've forgotten to tag because I am terrible at remembering!

[mads-nixon]

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Band of Brothers

italics - wips

Eugene “Doc” Roe

- At Last

- Break the Distance

- C'est Toi (Soulmate!AU)

Joe Liebgott

- Of Course It’s You

- Liebling

Floyd Talbert

- “The Night of the Bayonet”

- I’m Here (oc)

George Luz

- Home

- Old Friends

Dick Winters

- Winter at the Winters'

- Meine Liebe

Ron Speirs

- Keeping You Safe

- For Me

- Knight in Dirty ODs

Lewis Nixon

- Here With You

- The Vow

- Timeless

- Epiphany Series Masterlist

Johnny Martin

- Follow You Anywhere

Headcannons

- Nix When He's Sick

- Dating Eugene Roe

- Post-War Harry Welsh

The Pacific

Robert Leckie

- Crazy

Bill "Hoosier" Smith

- You Before Me

Eugene Sledge

- See the Good

Headcanons

- Hoosier Dating an Extrovert

- Chuckler Dating an Artist

- Chuckler Dating a Medic

Masters of the Air:

You can find things from gifs to fics, and posts about the flyers and ground crews in Masters of the Air on my sideblog, @major-mads!!

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[softliebgott]

53 Band of Brothers icons. Brush stroke theme. 17 different looks with 3 varying colors Speirs is the only one in red because let’s be honest it’s his color. Features 8 Ron Speirs icons, 12 Joe Liebgott icons, 6 George Luz icons, 6 David Webster icons, 3 Frank Perconte icons, 3 Dick Winters icons, 3 Eugene Roe icons, 6 Bill Guarnere icons, and 6 Joe Toye icons. I didn’t make these using photoshop. I use the app “Bazaart” on my iPad because a bitch is jobless during this quarantine. Let me know if you encounter any problems!

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I’m always open to icon requests! I didn’t include every Easy Boy in this set because that would take forever. If y’all want any more colors, let me know!

JOE LIEBGOTT

GEORGE LUZ

DAVID WEBSTER

FRANK PERCONTE

DICK WINTERS

EUGENE ROE

BILL GUARNERE

JOE TOYE

[smuggsy]

A bunch of Ronald Speirs icons for @dreamingundone​, I hope you like them! (:

[baberoes]

speirs be like

[hbhoe]

~ Easy Company Pastel Icons ~

[bitch-butter]

(Modern!AU Webgott idea. Longish? Will eventually be called true bluish light. Tell me if this is interesting lol

Rated C for mentions of Joe's poor COVID protocol)

* * *

The blackout curtains that hung over the single window in the somewhat narrow bedroom were intensely effective, shrouding the occupants of the bed in a heavy darkness that even the daylight outside could not permeate. The still potent smell of sex lingered over the room, sweat and saliva and everything else casting a gross and homey aroma over the rumpled sheets and discarded clothing along the floor. Just around the edges of the curtain was a thin, white glow, but beyond that absent suggestion of light the room remained dark and still, as though nobody was there at all.

Pulling in a deep breath, Joe admitted he really shouldn’t have been there.

Shouldn’t have stayed the night, at least, if anything for the sake of his own reputation. He’s not typically one to go full spoons with a stranger (or, practically a stranger) no matter how good the sex had been, and he’s definitely never been one to spend the night somewhere that is not his bed. He’s spent years crafting his bed, has read actual magazine articles about how to create the best, most comfortable space, and after many years of hard work he is lucky enough to have created what many have called the Coziest Place in America. Suffice it to say, he does not like to spend a night in someone else's bed and he doesn’t think he needs to apologize for it.

This bed isn’t the worst, though.

And the guy that came with it wasn’t the worst either, he had to say. Joe had been ready to delete the app that led him to this guy and his bed, but it’s funny what a ‘ping’ on a lonely Friday night after nearly a year of no sex could do. Turns out that celibacy has made him into a fucking cuddler.

He’s not all that sorry about it. Keeping his distance from contact with other humans has handily prevented him from catching COVID thus far, and not everybody in his circle can say the same thing, as Tab had caught it first out of all of them via an ill-timed jaunt to Miami and Lip had had it twice now by virtue of his shoddy lungs and over-eagerness to lend a hand to people in his building. But a year is long, and half a bottle of cold Kim Crawford accomplished a lot at diminishing his capacity to give a shit about anything other than getting some attention on his dick. As long as the guy had sworn he tested negative, which he had, and Joe himself had tested negative, which he was, he saw no reason not to waltz into a total strangers apartment to merrily screw for as long as they both could stand to.

And it turns out this guy can stand a lot.

Joe has to admit at least half the reason he spent the night was that he actually was exhausted by the sheer voracity of their fucking. They oughta hand out medals for this shit, or something.

He finds himself smiling as he lets his mind wander over their earnestly passionate exploits of just a few hours past, and proceeds to let his eyes linger on the form of his companion. Though the room outside the warm enclosure of the blankets is a little cool the guy has one bare leg stretched out along the sheets, pressed up tightly against Joe’s own blanketed legs, with the remaining covers bundled against his chest. Resting mostly sideways on his belly, his face is turned towards Joe in sleep, mashed into the pillows and yet somehow managing to look as effortlessly gorgeous as he had looked in his photos on the app. His body moves with deep breaths, the steady inhale and exhale in combination with the sheltering warmth of the blanket nearly lulling Joe back to sleep.

Nearly.

He needed to get up, at the very least to find his phone and check the time. As carefully as he could he extracted his body from the tangle of covers, stepping lightly onto the carpet with his eyes on the other guy's face all the while, mindful not to disturb him. The night before he hadn’t even bothered to check his messages before passing out, and as such headed straight for the amorphous blob of his pants that rested just a foot away from the bed, crouching and reaching into his back pocket to grab his phone.

He hadn’t told Babe where he was going, as he’d only gathered the stones to go circa 11p.m. and he figured Babe was either asleep or performing his Getting Ready to Fuck routine and wouldn’t want to be disturbed. He almost feels sorry for Babe, who had loved the idea of dating a future doctor until this year when the sexiness of it was side-swiped by the actual danger the position entailed. As such, the Getting Ready to Fuck routine had an extra layer of manic energy to it, and Joe knew better than to try and pull Babe’s attention away from the hours preceding Gene’s rare, rare, rare visits to the apartment.

Even so, the amount of message icons he was presented with was unexpected to say the least.

He raised his eyebrows, nearly humming in interest as he noted the time. Jesus Christ, these blackout curtains are really worth their salt if it was nearly noon.

Tapping into his messages, he found a trickle of anxiety rolling down his spine.

FRI AT 11:42PM

Babe

Hey where r u?

I gotta talk to you

SAT AT 12:00AM

Babe

Are you coming back?? Srs need to talk

Feb 5 12:00AM

Missed call/Mobile

Babe

SAT AT 12:02AM

Gene Roe

Hi Joe, it’s Gene. idk if i gave you my number?

Trying to get a hold of you, call/text when you get a chance

Thanks

SAT AT 12:20AM

C h u c k

Babe is trying to find you

Feb 5 12:30AM

Missed call/Mobile

Babe

SAT AT 12:50AM

Speirs Ron

Why am i getting texts at 12:45 at night asking me to find you?

Well, something is fucking happening. And he’s at least 100% sure he wants no fucking part of it because any drama that starts after 11p.m. is the drama of the goddamn devil.

Fighting not to heave an enormous sigh, Joe reluctantly acknowledges that he should pull his clothes on and get out of here if there really is an emergency in the vicinity of his roommate. Looking back over his naked shoulder Joe tries to catch a glance at the guy in the bed, at the length of his bare leg in the semi-darkness, and the angle of his shoulder protruding from the blankets where he curled. He’d happily get back in that bed and go another round or five.

As though alerted to Joe’s presence by the cosmos, his phone begins buzzing in his hand. Huffing in annoyance, he attempts to reject the call at least until he can get out of the room, but throws himself off kilter and bangs his elbow into the bedside table, jostling a glass of water and a pile of paperbacks.

“Shit,” he curses, grasping at his elbow and shooting a glance back to the guy, whose eyes are already open and alerted to the noise.

Damn it.

The guy blinks slowly, bleary, for a moment before pulling his face from his pillows and angling up onto his side. “Hi,” he greets softly, running a hand through his mussed hair.

“Hi,” Joe nods back, grimacing. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

The guy shakes his head, looking for all intents and purposes like he means it. “Not at all,” he sniffs, meeting Joe’s eyes in the darkness with a still-sleepy smile. “What time is it?”

“Oh man, it’s like noon.”

Furrowing his brow, the guy nods back before shooting Joe a wry smile. “We tired ourselves out, huh?”

Joe laughs, seeing his phone light up in his hand with a new message. “Speak for yourself.”

At the interested quirk of the other man’s brow Joe hastily gives a shake of his head and stands. “I’ll get out of your hair quick, no worries, just be a minute.”

The guy frowns, sitting up in the bed to let the blankets pool around his hips, hands coming to rest between his legs. “Oh, well, don’t feel like you have to.”

Joe pauses, pants in hand. “Oh, it’s not -”

“I mean, if you want to go then for sure, but like…” the guy waves a hand, pursing his lips before smiling and coughing out a laugh. “Are you hungry? I have eggs, I can make you something before you go.”

He hesitates, eyes pivoting from the guy, to his phone still in his hand, and back to the guy and his open, expectant face. After a moment, he clears his throat. “You know, I could eat.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I could, could you?”

The guy smiles, and even in this mostly dark room Joe can see he has dimples and has to hold himself back from practically swooning, cursing his half-drunk self of the night prior for not remembering exactly how attractive this guy was. “I could use some coffee, is what I can use,” he says, stretching his arms over his head, and Joe is treated to the sight of his bare, bitten up chest. Usually he doesn’t take much notice of his partner's body hair, but as he lets his eyes trace over the guy's chest and legs as he moves to stand he finds himself clearing his throat and getting a little warm along his neck.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” he responded distractedly, pulling his eyes away from the luscious sight of the guy's ass as he bends to retrieve his underwear and instead moving to put his own on. After a second thought he pulls on his shirt as well; might do him some good if he finds himself flushing up at just a glimpse of this guy's ass.

As he slips his shirt over his head, the guy turns to him with a bit of a sheepish look on his face. “Can I admit something?” he asks, lips scrunched.

Joe pauses, still grasping the hem of his shirt. “What?”

“I…” he starts, before chuckling somewhat awkwardly. “I don’t totally remember your name...”

A fair bit of relief surges through him at that, and Joe finds himself huffing out a laugh of his own, and adds another one at the half-embarrassed and half-expectant smile the guy gives him. “Can I admit something back?”

“What?”

“I don’t remember yours either.”

The guy's eyes widen minutely, before he tips his head back and laughs, nodding gently as he rubs a hand over his face. “Is it bad manners to say that’s a relief?”

“I think it’s alright as long as neither of us care,” Joe said, pushing his hair back, before stepping up to the guy and extending a hand. “I’m Joe.”

The guy grasped his hand in a sure grip. “David,” he replied with a little shake of their hands, before leaning in and pressing a dry kiss to Joe’s cheek. “Nice to meet you.”

Joe turned his face into David’s, catching his lips in a tender, if chaste, kiss. “Nice to meet you.”

[ourmiraclealigner]

hello 😊 I was hoping for a ship, if you're still doing them! I'm 5'3, outwardly look really thin, but I just know how to hide all my chunk lol. Very very much a tomboy. I love working with my hands, building things, fixing things, gardening, painting, installing things, etc. I have very short silver hair (like my icon), fair/lightly tanned skin, and eyes that change colors from grey to green to hazel to a blue/green color. I'm very snarky and sassy, very extroverted, I love talking to people and I'm incredibly good at it. I have a dark sense of humor, as well as a dirty one. I'm the epitome of the Aries/Taurus cusp that I am. Very loyal, very protective, can be pretty angry, always ready to fight, also in love with sleep and fuzzy blankets and comfy clothes (all about function over fashion) and smells. I'm a drummer and I love to sing. My music taste is legitimately all over the place but I'm mostly into rock (namely 70s, 80s, 90s). I have two dogs who are my entire world (a dachshund/chow who is 13, and a chow/pyrenees who is 5). My family is a bunch of New Yorkers from Queens, so I definitely have that NYC flair and attitude. I enjoy drawing, video games, wrestling, music, sleep, and animals 😁

I think that's it? 😬 Everyone thinks my roommate and I are a lesbian couple that I'm "the man" in, if that gives you any indication of how I carry myself. 😂

Thank you! 😁

i ship you with ron speirs!

- you and ron spend a lot of time just relaxing, and listening to music alone together

- he doesn’t care what you play (even if he hates it) he just lays there, thumb stroking your ankle as he lets his heavy eyes close

- he looks at all of your drawings, and sometimes even watches you while you make them (he likes when you get v concentrated)

- he doesn’t sleep much, but when he has a few days off, that’s almost all he does (he sleeps like a rock too)

- he likes when you work together to do things, he thinks it’s great bonding time and sometimes will pretend to not know how to fix something just so you’ll tell him

- he helps you garden, even though you end up doing most of the work

- but, he loves cooking together with everything you pulled out of your garden

[himbowelsh]

I'm so glad you're digging Ron & Kitty friendship! Because I LIVE for that jazz. They clicked right away. Both Harry and Lip were bit apprehensive because their partners while absolutely amazing can be quite intense in their own way. They left the bar that night deep in conversation with Lip and Harry trailing behind them, confused but happy. They honestly frighteningly alike (Nix is delighted and terrified). Both intense, sneaky as hell, like the shiny, scary and just so damn pretty.

More Ron & Kitty cause I’m unleashed. They're gym buddies. They bonded over love for martial arts. Kitty is the only person beside Lip who has permission to cuddle sober Ron. They are also SPA buddies. Once a month they kick Harry out and do a crime show marathon night, with face masks and whiskey. They send eachother selfies for no reason. They're both stylish icons and trust only one another with fashion feedback. They've got inside jokes. They're trouble but never get caught.

i’m so so sorry it took me a while to answer this  (only cause i’m the worst!! ayyy)  but yES, i’m living for all these headcanons, this is the most beautiful brotp to ever rise from the ashes

the thing is, not many people get it.  because kitty’s...  so nice?  like, she doesn’t have speirs’ Vaguely Offputting trademark vibe, and people tend to like her right off the bat, so people don’t generally see how smart she is.  harry knows her best, but he doesn’t get her the way someone whose brain works the same way would...  and when kitty and ron meet, it’s like flame meeting dynomite.

it’s one of those friendships where they don’t have to explain each others’ thought processes, and that’s liberating.  they can play exactly one game of chess before they both get too restless to continue, but that chess game is frightening, because they’re both trying to think four steps ahead.  they have the same taste in movies, think the same sorts of dogs are best, distrust brightly-colored foods...  they even have the same dry sarcasm, even if kitty laughs loudly at harry’s goofy jokes while ron has to massage his head.  it’s a match made in heaven.

[churchkey]

18 from the kiss prompts with winnix

Kiss Prompt (Winnix ~1700 words)

Title: Nice Work if You Can Get It

Pairing: Winters/Nixon

Rating: Teen w/ some vaguely described sexy bits

Notes: Thank you lovely anon for the prompt. I’m placing this behind a cut because it’s long-ish and tagging the fabulous @anthrobrat for always listening to me when I’m on my obsessive Winnix bullshit. Inspired by that iconic photo (you know the one), which Tumblr won't let me post for reasons I don't understand.

18. kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap

By the time Dick joined them on the balcony, they’d been drinking for a solid seven hours and looked like it too. Speirs was slumped Lipton-ward on the settee, his body sprawled so languidly that Dick wondered how he kept from oozing down onto the stone floor. Harry was settled deep into the chair opposite Nix, his arms dangling over the sides and his head moving in constant, lopsided waves among all three of them, while Nix, well.

Nix was just his regal self. Same generous smile; same kind, dark eyes. Balancing a bottle of wine on his thigh and resting one boot on the opposite knee, he looked like he just belonged there, like a sovereign gazing proudly upon the vast beauty of his Alpine kingdom.

“Here you are,” Dick said as he approached them. “The neighbors have started to complain.”

Harry laughed. “What, this little tea party?”

“Some gang of officers behaving like rowdy sailors on shore leave,” Dick said. “I said, ‘that can’t be my staff’. Figured I’d better come see for myself.”

“Well si’down, since you’re here”, Ron slurred. “Stay awhile.”

The rest of the guys echoed him, a chorus of “Yeah” and “Come on”, oblivious of the fact that there was nowhere for him to sit. Dick’s eyes swept over the empty bottles strewn haphazardly across the table, the misty mountains in the distance, and landed on Nix, whose lips fluttered in the briefest smile as he sat up straighter in his chair and dropped his eyes to the armrest in invitation.

Their bodies slid together like magnets, Dick perched on the arm of Nix’s chair, Nix’s arm draped around the back. Though they weren’t actually touching, it struck him as deeply intimate and mundane at the same time, sharing a chair with Nix in the same way they’d shared everything else. Everything they had, everything they’d clawed and scrabbled for, every victory they’d won, it all belonged to both of them. There was no separation.

The guys laughed and drank, laughed and drank. Dick faded into the background, now and again turning his head toward Nix to murmur a question into his ear, which he’d answer under his breath in a voice reserved for Dick.  “Is Lip drunk?” “Hard to say.” “Did Harry piss himself?” “No, that’s champagne”.

“Come on,” Harry was saying, holding a bottle in his outstretched arm. “Have a drink with us, Dick. Major. Major Dick.” He was so busy laughing at his own dumb joke that he didn’t react when Nix wrapped his arm around Dick’s waist and pulled him down to his lap.

“Who, this guy?” Nix said. “He’s been drinking all day. Look at him, he can’t even sit up straight.”

Dick was indeed struggling to regain his balance, trying in vain to keep some measure of distance between them. He figured he must look ridiculous, wedged between the chair’s arm and Lew’s right leg. And then he remembered that the war was over, and that everyone was drunk, and that Nix was his… Nix was his. For a little while longer. He gave up the fight and settled in, settling his arm around the back of the chair, his back against Lew’s chest. Lew’s hand on his hip. Lew’s voice in his head.

“Don’t you ever stop working?”

Everyone else was in the barn celebrating the success of Pegasus and doing their part to nurture the Special Relationship. As he’d listened to them from the attic of the farmhouse, Dick felt the anxiety slowly leave his body, felt the relief pour in on deep, full breaths of cool night air. But he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep for hours yet, so he’d opened his Infantry Field Manual and begun reading it over again, committing its maneuvers and tactics to memory.

At first he’d thought Nix was just stopping by for another refill from his dwindling stock, but he didn’t even glance toward Dick’s footlocker as he climbed the steps and slowly crossed the room.

“Don’t you ever stop working?” he’d asked, like he’d been sent on a special mission to distract Dick, disrupt his routine and impose a new world order on his life. Like he’d been doing since the day they’d met.

The protest Dick mounted was perfunctory at best, just rolling his eyes as Lew perched himself on the edge of the desk, knees wide, blocking access to his papers and books and every other trivial concern. But it was Dick who first made contact, sliding his palms up Lew’s thighs to take him by the hips and pull him down to his lap, and it was Dick who thrust his tongue into Lew’s mouth as vulgar images flashed through his mind, all the other places he would put his tongue if given the chance. The far reaches he’d touch, the depths he would plumb.

And as they began the mindless grind, the desperate rocking of their hips against the hardness swelling between them, it was Dick who finally broke away, breathless, to say they should stop now or they’d have a mess on their hands.

“Yeah,” Lew chuckled, his voice dark and low, scraping his teeth along the taut muscles of Dick’s throat. “That’s kind of the point, Valentino.”

“I know, but - “ Dick sat back in his chair and looked down at the wrinkled shirt tails he’d yanked from Lew’s trousers. “Not like this.”

The suddenness with which Lew stood and began righting himself, tucking in his shirt, finger-combing his hair, made Dick worry briefly if he’d done something to offend him.

“What’s going on?” he asked cautiously, but Lew just gave him a confused look, like he’d missed something very obvious.

“Well aren’t we going to your room?”

It was the first time they made love in a proper bed, the first time they undressed completely and felt the warmth and surprise of each other’s skin against cool cotton sheets. It was the first time it occurred to Dick to call what they did ‘making love’, and not just opening a release valve and blowing off a little steam. And it was the first time he dared consider that maybe he’d known all along that they were never going to be just friends, that while they were running up mountains and memorizing sand tables and jumping out of planes, maybe they were also falling in love.

When it was over and he was lying there with Lew sprawled heavily across his chest, tracing aimless designs across Lew’s shoulders with his fingertips, Dick couldn’t help but think:

A fellow could get used to this.

And then a fear gripped his heart, a warning so loud and insistent that he couldn’t ignore it, couldn’t shut it out. He knew that he couldn’t get used to it; that he mustn’t let himself. He spent the next week trying to forget what it felt like to hold Lew in his naked arms, to press his lips to the mark on his brow, faded now to a pale streak, white like the tail of a comet.

That felt like another lifetime now, with the sun setting behind the mountains and turning them black against the darkening sky. Time passed like wine flowing from the mouths of those bottles they kept tipping to their lips, drops spilling from the corners of their mouths, down their chins, wiping them away with the backs of their hands. Mirth rolling from their eyes and sweeping over him in warm waves, and Dick felt a little drunk on it himself, on their happiness and relief.

The night air grew chilly. Their laughter subsided to restful sighs and mumbled curses, and Dick felt a truth settle in. Looking around this circle, into the drowsy, grinning faces of his friends, he knew that he loved them in a way that he would never love anyone else.

“Alright Captain,” Lip said finally, struggling to pull Speirs to his feet. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Captain. Carwood,” Ron mumbled, like the words were marbles rolling around in his mouth. Lip took his wrist and hooked his arm around his neck, wrapping his other arm around Ron’s waist.

“Oh Carwood, my Carwood,” Dick heard Ron saying, his face buried in Lip’s neck as Lip led him carefully across the balcony.

He looked at Nix, amused. “Are we that obvious?” he murmured. Nix just looked back at him, a smile spreading slowly across his face.

“Hey Harry,” he asked after a moment, his eyes still on Dick. “Think it’s time to call it a night?”

“And leave you two unchaperoned?” Harry sunk lower in his chair, stretching his legs across the table, boots crossed at his ankles. “Unlikely.”

Nix just shook his head faintly, raising his shoulders in a tiny shrug. Harry’s chin fell to his shoulder and his face went slack. Within a minute, his breathing had deepened to gentle snores.

“What about you,” Dick asked Nix. “How are you feeling?”

“How do I look?”

Dick’s eyes swept down his stubbled face, his rumpled collar. “Like you’ve been rode hard and put away wet.”

Lew chuckled at that, pulled Dick closer. “Well,” he began thoughtfully, taking a deep breath and sighing it out again. “I think I might have a few more laps in me yet.” His eyes were almost black in the dim light as he gazed into Dick’s. “Kiss me.”

Dick didn’t even check to see if Harry was still asleep. Cupping the back of Lew’s head, he dropped his chin, tipped his head to the side, and felt Lew’s mouth, firm and wet and sweet, pressed to his.

He could barely make out the jagged edges of the mountains against the sky as he moved in to kiss Lew again, and he didn’t chase it away this time, the thought he couldn’t help but think.

A fellow could get used to this.

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⋆Some Icons of the Baddest Bitch of them all a.k.a. Ron Speirs⋆

as requested by @ atterodominatus

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new icon to better represent my current hyperfixation!!!! in this house we love the character ron speirs