nate: you do not fucking come up on a discussion between the captain and myself and speak, unless you are spoken to... and nobody fucking spoke to you.
me:
nate: you do not fucking come up on a discussion between the captain and myself and speak, unless you are spoken to... and nobody fucking spoke to you.
me:
Hi! I have a request for Band of Brothers. How Easy company would treat the reader when this person is sick. I hope this works! I love everything you have written, thank you!
- [ BUCK COMPTON ]
- [ CHUCK GRANT ]
- [ BILL GUARNERE ]
- [ BABE HEFFRON ]
- [ JOE LIEBGOTT ]
- [ CARWOOD LIPTON ]
- [ GEORGE LUZ ]
- [ DONALD MALARKEY ]
- [ JOHNNY MARTIN ]
- [ SKIP MUCK ]
- [ LEWIS NIXON ]
- [ FRANK PERCONTE ]
- [ SHIFTY POWERS ]
- [ EUGENE ROE ]
- [ BULL RANDLEMAN ]
- [ RONALD SPEIRS ]
- [ FLOYD TALBERT ]
- [ JOE TOYE ]
- [ RICHARD WINTERS ]
i hate the way this turned out, but i’m not gonna beat myself up over it because i tried. i hope you liked this at least, sorry i’m a little slow with my requests right now. there’s a lot going on, but i’m trying my best. i should be posting a lot more in the next couple days! thank you for your patience and for your request 💕
okay, i don’t even begin to understand how or why, but i was deleting some sideblogs and managed to delete my main. time to begin anew, i suppose!
Proposal head cons
:
Wint-: give u a ring
Nickson: marries a dog instead oh what is he like ha ha
Weepstwr : gets a shark to swim to u and in its jaws a ring :0
Lieb gods : the ring is... u know ;)
Lipton: he just cries the whole time like dude ur getting snot everywhere
Speers : he shoot the ring on ur finger!
Guarnere : no he just punches u
Toy box: it’s ! A grenade ring! How romantic .. dnt ask where the grenade it came from is..
Luz: ring pop and a lil kees
Malanky: he didn even not ic e you were around
Martin: divorces u before he even proposes
Four stab tab: I don’t like Matt leitch we have beef so I’m glossing over this one
Shane Roe: he dnt want a ring he want MORE FEEN!! Hehehe remember that joke? The mawpheen? Remember? U remember??
Babey boy heff: he hasn’t yet learnt about the birds and the bees he will give u a rubber band
Percocet: bread makes u fat Hes a real italiam the ring is sliding around on a lil pasta noodle don’t swallow it;)
Band of Brothers - Part Four: Replacements
In hopes of finishing the war, Easy Company partakes in a high-risk operation called Market Garden with newcomers who must prove themselves.
Author’s Note: After this, I’ll shortly open my inbox so please stay tuned! I apologize in advance if any of my lovely readers are allergic or dislike clementines hnhh. Also also- I love you guys, that is all.
Warnings: just a few swear words, nothin’ too major +its pretty fuckin long cause ahaha slowwww burn with luz hnghh
Words: 7.1k (my essays are quaking)
Description: A simple interaction shared between you and George leaves him enamored and he finds himself having feelings for you. You soon follow suit. Who knew giving clementines could get you someone as amazing as George?
Taglist: @deldontplay, @thatsonefishyboi,@noneofurbusinez, @meteora-fc, @gutsandgloryhere, @hihosilvers, @rayleighshughes, @floydtab, @wexhappyxfew, @sherlollydramoine, @meganthesunflower, @3milesup, @jamie506101, @sunflowerchuck, @softlieb, @k-websters, @punkgeekchic, @speirs-crazy-ass, @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant, @runtdrummer, @fromtheoldtimes
+if ya wanna be added, dont be afraid to send an ask or dm!
———–
A gesture was all it took.
What happened wasn’t even something intimate; it was more of a touch that was commonly shared by acquaintances or strangers rather than lovers. To briefly put it, that gesture was just you offering him a clementine. He remembers how he was fixed upon the bright orange clementine in your soft hand, ripe and just begging to be peeled and eaten.
A kind, old woman generously handed you plenty back in England and so you thought you’d share. George was the nearest to you and so he was the first one who received the sweet citrus fruit, something he never thought he’d be thankful for.
Passing it along to him, you thought nothing of the interaction as a mere act of kindness. However it felt like so much more. How an act as simple as that made him burst into flames is an enigma. Not to mention how your hand ever so softly brushed against his. The touch lingering mere moments longer after the deed was done and George couldn’t help but feel just a tad disappointed when it finally disappeared.
He didn’t even know if he felt it… But he did, and with that one coincidental incident–he was hooked. A magnetizing presence was what you had, and like a piece of metal, George was instantly drawn to you.
Who wouldn’t?
There was something unique about you, something he had never seen or experienced before. That moment back in England felt so far away but also felt like it just occurred yesterday. The technician thought about you for weeks, the beautiful and more than capable soldier who put up with the company.
(Y/N) (L/N)… (Y/N) (L/N), he kept repeating in his head, your name ingrained in his head and it spilling out of his lips like a mantra. Thoughts about you in his head bouncing around like how a ball would when thrown against a surface.
The young man couldn’t identify how to describe how he felt, what he was experiencing only categorized as a deep and sensual longing. Of course George knew that it was way more than a passing fancy, for it was exponentially deeper. Complicated were the feelings of love, and George was yet another who got caught in the mystery of it.
His heart fluttered whenever his honey brown eyes laid upon yours, that radiant (E/C) hue that seemed to reveal your innermost secrets yet simultaneously concealing them from the outside world. Of course for the past few months of his newfound attraction towards you, he’d dismiss it as nothing serious.
But one cannot plainly deny fate and George soon accepted that fact. Now, he made more of an effort to see you–to interact more with the woman who’d captured his heart. But moments with you were scarce, making it even more a reason to cherish and savor them for as much as he could.
Easy Company had been staying in Normandy, the events of D-Day all too fresh on everyone’s minds. A break was what they needed and the men indulged themselves in the quiet and peaceful moments before they would move out again. They were stationed in a quaint town where they were now resting.
Perconte was showing off the many watches he had snagged from dead soldiers to Blithe, who was only silent and once again zoning out. Banter was frequent and it comforted the both of you, a homey and cozy feeling enveloping your forms. But all good things come to an end and Welsh had told the company that they would be capturing a town called Carentan. Welsh had just informed the men, who were still tired and perhaps a bit sluggish, that General Taylor would be sending the whole division for this.
“Remember boys, maybe three days and three nights of rough fightin’, and you will be relieved!’“ George rang out towards the group. The ebony haired man receiving a few laughs and an especially amused look from 2nd Lieutenant Welsh as well. George cracked a smile of his own as he continued.
“Another thing to remember boys, flies spread disease, so keep yours closed.” Laughs were plentiful then, one soldier even jokingly telling him to shut up.
Then… That’s when he heard it–your laugh. George had never heard anything more beautiful in his entire life, and for once in the war, he felt like he was floating his way to heaven. He never noticed you were so close to him, as he was preoccupied mimicking the General himself. George let his jaw go slack and gazed at your twinkling eyes, your lips still stretched in a smile. His own orbs never left your form and while his mouth was parted, no words came out.
“Ello, Georgie, you were imitating Taylor a lil while ago, what’cha mimicking now? A rock?” A devilish grin was on your face and George felt himself heat up, a light rouge color dusting his cheeks.
You chuckled as you walked alongside him with the rest of the men. The technician’s eyes only widened for a second before reverting to their normal size. “For your information Corporal (L/N), I was imitating a soldier who was left speechless from looking at a beauty.”
After his remark, it was your turn to flush. Turning your head sideways so as to not let George see your face from picking up any more color. Triumphant and feeling a bit proud in himself for making you react like that, George nudged you and you were met with a smirk. You two stuck by each other’s sides as you and the rest of the company kept on marching to their next destination, butterflies in your stomach the whole journey through.
Happiness was what you felt, and you found yourself experiencing them when you were with George. Silence took over you both, it was comfortable and quiet, even if the rest of the boys weren’t. For George, it wasn’t like him to be silent–little did you know that he was only like that because he was far too afraid to embarrass himself.
Prior confidence be damned, the poor boy was reduced to a puddle when around you, and you could say the same about yourself when you were around him too (you were just a tad bit better at keeping your composure than George).
Deciding to strike up another conversation with him, you looked up at him and your two eyes met for a short time before turning back to face forward again. “You all good, Georgie?”
“I’m good.” Warm hazel eyes glanced at your being next to his, the corners of his lips tugging into another one of his dopey smiles.
The way the sun played upon your hair, the beams reflected on it making it seem like you had a halo, and after taking note of that his smile only grew bigger. “Very good, (Y/N).”
And George knew that no amount of his jokes or imitations could hide the fact that he was head over heels.
————
- [ ALBERT BLITHE ]
- [ JOHN JANOVEC ]
- [ CARWOOD LIPTON ]
- [ JOHNNY MARTIN ]
- [ SKIP MUCK ]
- [ ALTON MORE ]
- [ SHIFTY POWERS ]
- [ BULL RANDLEMAN ]
- [ HERBERT SOBEL ]
- [ SKINNY SISK ]
- [ HARRY WELSH ]
yeah, i know i said this is a big brother post but it’s MY POST AND I DO WHAT I WANT-
- [ RENÉE LEMAIRE ]
(she gets accents because she’s fancy and it’s what she DESERVES)
➞ PART 1
just to be clear, i fuckin hate Sobel
Pairing: Brad Colbert x Reader
Words: 1.8k
Warnings: None, fluff and bad writing mostly. Hasn’t been proofread either. I would love some feedback on it! I haven’t written in so long.
Author’s note: This was prompted by a concept @we-always-hit-our-ass sent me. Also a big thank you to bot my dear Lee and @softlieb for helping me characterize Brad
Taglist: @gutsandgloryhere @meteora-fc @wexhappyxfew @luz-lovebot @alienoresimagines @stressedinadress @thatsonefishyboi @deldontplay @punkgeekchic
The wind had picked up a bit as Brad slowed down the motorcycle. Making it a little more chilly. The sun was beginning to set when you two stopped at the roadside coffee-house. Fields upon fields around you. Brad had decided to surprise you with a road trip on his motorcycle. Several stressful weeks at work had taken a toll on your mood and Brad had watched the gradual decline.
Knowing you had a weekend coming up in which you had planned nothing, he took to the internet and rented a small cabin. A four hour drive from where you guys lived. Brad knew how much you relaxed when you sat behind him on his motorcycle. The wind rushing past you as he drove. You loved to lay your head on his back, mindlessly watching as the landscape change with every passing mile.
So here you two were, standing in front of the small coffee-house. As Brad parked his motorbike, you took off your helmet. Leaning against one of the pillars from the building, you watched as he came walking to you. A faint smile on his face. Brad didn’t smile a lot. He expressed his happiness in different ways and you could recognize each of them. Most often, you’d see it in his eyes and his overall relaxed mood. After he came back from Iraq, it took him a while to fully relax again. He didn’t really talk about his deployment all that much. It’s not that he didn’t want to, but you noticed it didn’t lift his mood when he talked about it. You two were content with just not talking about it. If it didn’t make him happy talking about his time in Iraq, why would you? He did sometimes talk about interactions he had with his fellow Marines. Especially the times where Ray, high on ripped-fuel held one of his rants about what caused the war in Iraq.
“Do you know what you are going to order yet?” you heard him ask. You looked up from the menu. He still had that faint smile on his face. It made you smile as well as you nodded your head. “I’ll take that tea infusion with lavender, figure it’ll be a good thing to end the night with” you said. His smile grew bigger, “Good choice, I’m going with a double espresso”, he stated. It was a habit he picked up in the military. Even at night he could drink coffee and still be able to sleep. You could feel his foot rest against yours under the table. “I know you picked up drinking coffee at night in the marines but God, I can’t imagine the taste of coffee at nine in the evening..” you noted, a disgusted look on your face. Brad just shook his head and gave your foot a little kick before resting back in his seat. You rested your head in your hand, eyes set on Brad as he stared back at you. Comfortable in the silence you two were sharing. Your relationship shared many moments of silence. You didn’t mind it at all. Brad could be really talkative sometimes, but sometimes the silence was just as comforting and said just enough. At times, the silence also said a lot, when Brad suddenly fell silent, you knew something was wrong.
The silence was broken by the waitress setting the drinks on the table. You thanked her as you placed your hand around the warm mug. It was a welcome feeling. Your hands had grown quite cold from being outside for hours. The shelter the small coffee-house gave made you feel all warm inside. Your train of thought was interrupted by Brad’s voice, “You look relaxed”, your eyes met his. You were relaxed. In fact, it’s been the most relaxed you have been in weeks. You nodded, “I am”, Brad smiled before taking a sip of his coffee. He was happy you were finally stress-free. He hated seeing you so tensed up. One night, it got to the point where you were so tense, your shoulders hurt from it. Brad massaging them only barely helped. You were so thankful he came up with this trip. “You know, when we were driving down the highway a few hours back, I could almost literally feel the weight lift off my shoulders, as if it was carried away by the wind” you told him. Brad was silent for a moment before he let out a chuckle, setting down his cup, “that was awfully poetic” he laughed. “It’s true though..” you began, taking a sip of your tea, “Thank you for taking me on this trip, Brad” you mumbled, cheeks growing a little red. You felt Brad’s hand briefly on top of yours, giving your hand a small squeeze. He gave you a soft smile before he downed his coffee.
The place was empty except for you and Brad. Okay, it might have been nine in the evening on a not-so-busy road. Plus, Brad didn’t even mind that the place was empty. It gave him more space to stare at you without being looked at himself. The simple act of you bringing the mug to your lips had Brad mesmerized. He found himself leaning back in his seat again, admiring you. The way you seemed to take in and enjoy every sip, the way your eyes closed in relaxation. Damn.. if you’d asked him a few years ago what he would be doing when he got out of the Marine Corps, he certainly wouldn’t have thought analysing his lover’s way of drinking tea would be on the list. He watched as you finished your tea, setting your mug down with a bit of force. The sound echoing through the building. You chuckled “Sorry”. He shook his head, hand reaching in his pocket for his wallet. You made a mental note to pay him back soon.
As you two walked up to the register, you felt Brad’s arm sneak around your waist. You leaned in to him a little bit. Your head resting against his side as you watched Brad pay for your drinks. Your eyes fell on the window, the sky had turned completely dark and you could see the trees moving in the street light. It had gotten even windier, you zipped up your jacket. As Brad had finished paying, he squeezed your waist a bit, signaling that he was ready to leave. You thanked the waitress before the two of you walked out of the door.
It had indeed turned colder during the hour you spent inside. You felt the cold wind rush past you as you two walked towards the motorcycle. You put on your helmet as Brad took a seat on his motorbike, he started it as you took a seat behind him. “There’s this field 10 minutes before we arrive at the cabin” you heard Brad say, it sounded a bit muffled due to the helmet. You nodded “What about it?” you asked, a confused smile on your lips. “You’ll see,” Brad smiled, turning around. You wrapped your arms around him, giving him a tight hug before he sped off. You laid your head against his back again. The street-lights just a little too bright for you to properly watch the landscape behind it. So instead, you closed your eyes, held Brad a little tighter and concentrated on the feeling of holding him close to you.
After about an hour, you felt the motorcycle slow down again. You hadn’t even notice that much time had passed, soon into the journey, you had fallen asleep. As Brad parked the motorcycle, you let out a yawn, stepping off. Blinking a few times, you looked at Brad, who had an amused smile on his face. God, you loved his smile when it appeared. He took your helmet from you and extended out his free hand, you stepped closer to him and took his hand. He began guiding you to the middle of the field, your hand in his, the other hand holding both of your helmets. After a few minutes of walking, you felt him stop. You looked up at him as you felt him loosen his grip on your hand. Then, he suddenly sat down on the grass. You watched with a frown as he looked up to you, his arm reaching out to you, signaling for you to sit down as well. You did, the confused look on your face still present. As soon as you sat down next to Brad, he laid down, eyes meeting yours. Sometimes Brad had these moments that just left you confused at first. You heard from Ray that those weren’t uncommon in Iraq either: one time he had found Brad randomly running down a field, shirtless. So when he laid down just now, you chuckled. But, it didn’t stop you from laying down next to him, turning your head so you could look at him. “Why exactly are we laid down?” you asked, placing your leg over his. Brad said nothing, instead he looked at the sky, his arm finding its way under your head, like a pillow. So you looked up at the sky too and oh my God.. it was gorgeous. Stars filled the sky, giving it a soft glow. This was the first time in your life that you could see the full night sky, uninterrupted by light from the cities you’ve lived in. It had you speechless, eyes stuck on the many little stars.
Brad, on the other hand, was watching you. Now propped up on one elbow. He had seen the way you looked as he talked about how he could see the full night sky in the Iraqi desert. He knew that he had to have you experience it at least once in your life. One night, you two were cuddled up on the balcony as he spoke up, “You know, I do miss the night skies in Iraq, you could see so many stars..” The way you looked up at him when he said that broke his heart. You had never seen such a sky, you’ve lived in the city your entire life. From that moment, he promised himself he would take you stargazing with him.
After a while, you finally managed to find the words, though, they lacked how you truly felt about the view “It’s breathtaking..” You mumbled, taking a second to look at your boyfriend. He smiled at you “I promised myself I’d take you to a place you could see the stars in their full glory” he confessed. It brought a warm smile on your face. You sat up and turned your body towards Brad, bending down and pressing a soft kiss on his lips. His hands found their way to your cheeks, embracing them. As you pulled away, you noticed his smile had grown bigger, you returned his smile, “I’m so thankful for you, Brad,” you whispered, moving closer to him. Brad let out a soft hum, “You’re the best thing that happened to me.”
honhon mes amours, heres a meme for all y’all lovely people. have a good rest of your day
- [ LEANDRO BAPTISTA ]
- [ DOC BRYAN ]
- [ JAMES CHAFFIN ]
- [ JOHN CHRISTESON ]
- [ BRAD COLBERT ]
- [ POKE ESPERA ]
- [ NATE FICK ]
- [ GABE GARZA ]
- [ WALT HASSER ]
- [ MANIMAL JACKS ]
- [ JASON LILLEY ]
- [ PAPPY PATRICK ]
- [ RAY PERSON ]
- [ RUDY REYES ]
- [ Q-TIP STAFFORD ]
- [ JAMES TROMBLEY ]
- [ EVAN WRIGHT ]
- [ MIKE WYNN ]
YA BITCH I’M COMMITTED!!!! I WASTE MY TIME DOING THINGS NO ONE WANTS TO READ INSTEAD OF FINISHING REQUESTS.... AND WHAT ABOUT IT??? just joking, i hope you actually like this tho because I’m lowkey proud of it 🥺👉👈
- ky
Band of Brothers : Favourite scenes per episode ~ Carentan
AKA Harry being done for 65 minutes
me, watching Generation Kill, trying to find Pappy in the background:
Buck Compton
Chuck Grant
Bill Guarnere
Babe Heffron
Joe Liebgott
George Luz
Donald Malarkey
Lewis Nixon
Frank Perconte
Eugene Roe
Ronald Speirs
Floyd Talbert
Joe Toye
David Webster
Dick Winters
Hey guys! Should I do a part 2 with some people that I missed? I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a while, but I’m trying to get better about it.... This is lowkey inspired by an idea @noneofurbusinez gave me and this is the outcome. Have a fantastic week, you deserve it 💕
~ Ky
y’all out here acting like webster and leckie would be buddies, as if robert leckie wouldn’t enthusiastically deck webster in a denny’s parking lot
warnings: nothing much, it’s just some generic fluff & hurt/comfort stuff 😊 mild language warning though... also this is post-canon
disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and is not intended to harm anyone in any way. this is purely self indulgent.
——————————————
You sighed in relief, letting your head fall back gently onto the couch’s armrest. What a beautiful ending to a wonderful novel that you only skimmed through. One of the best ways to spend your limited days off was to do absolutely nothing. Not a single productive thing that would mildly benefit you in any way, shape, or form. You glanced over at the grande clock across the room in an attempt to check the time, only to feel a blossoming pit of dread in your stomach. Oh shit. It was already 12:35 am, and you had work tomorrow.
Haphazardly tossing your book across the couch, you quickly rose to your feet; briskly walking through each hallway until you reached the stairs. Climbing them quickly, you stopped as you reached the old, mangled door of the linen closet. You opened it with a loud creak, hoping that your favorite fluffy blue towel was not in the laundry load Tim had promptly throw-in before leaving for work. To your delight, it was sitting on the top shelf. Tim must have washed it earlier for you, and you made a mental note to thank him later.
Recently, Tim had been working more hours. You never blamed him, he was always needed at his job and it paid well. It’s not like he could just refuse to come in. Besides, Tim always treated you well. And yes, he was not the picture-perfect guy and definitely not someone you’d dreamed of bringing home to your momma. But, just like everyone (including Tim), life was not perfect. You missed him, but you knew his job was stressful and he didn’t need any distractions, as he already had enough to deal with. Instead of the usual late-night talks and half-watched TV shows, you were stuck with writing him paragraphs before falling asleep and a cold, empty bed to wake up to.
You’d be lying if you said that it didn’t get to you, but you knew you weren’t the only one. In the fleeting moments that you had seen Tim, he held you as close as possible and was intensely affectionate. It was something that could be considered quite out of character for him to others, but you knew him like the back of your hand. And, knowing him, if he was acting like that all the time with you, it meant that he was less than pleasurable to be around at work. It not only was a sign that his superiors were overworking him and he was frustrated, but that he had missed you just as much as you missed him.
You gripped the towel tightly to your chest, marching over to the small bathroom tucked away in the corner. Showers were relaxing, at least that’s what people told you. Besides, you knew you needed a shower before work tomorrow, and you were hoping to get in some extra sleep tonight.
Stepping into the bathroom, you shut the door behind you. You quickly stripped down before entering the shower, allowing the hot water to cascade down your tense shoulders. You closed your eyes, sighing in content. All the tension and stress began to drain from your body, your shoulders sagging in relief under the constant stream. You reached for the shampoo, only to stop as you heard the familiar click of the bathroom door opening.
Oh, hell no. That better be Tim, you thought fearfully to yourself. If that was not Tim, you were totally fucked. For all you know, you could be the next recreation of the bathroom scene from Psycho. You could practically see the headline now, “Serial Killer Known for Their Recreation of Horror Movie Scenes has Struck Again! This Time, [y/n] [y/l/n] Fell Victim!”
“Babe?”
You practically cried in relief, it was Tim. Fortunately enough for you, you were not about to become some psycho cannibal’s next meal. You peeked your head out of the curtain, the fog hazing your vision for a brief moment.
“Tim?”
You watched as his familiar face broke out into a secret grin, the type of smile reserved only for you. He looked exhausted. His dark circles created from fatigue shadowed his eyes, causing them to become obscured. His normal yellow undertone was replaced by a light gray, casting a sickly glow over his face.
You opened the shower curtain wider, beckoning for him to enter. He scrambled at the invitation, roughly flinging his clothes in every direction. You shut the curtain, waiting patiently for him. The sound of the shower curtain rustling rang through your ears, but you paid him no mind, enjoying the warm jet of water that showered down upon you. You hummed mindlessly, drifting away in a sea of your own thoughts
This didn’t last long, as you felt Tim gently move your hair to the side, pressing light, fluttering kisses up your neck. Lightly grabbing the back of his neck, you let yourself lean into him and his kisses. You let out a sigh of content before softly asking, “Would you like me to wash your hair?”
His reply was murmured into your neck, but you recognized a yes when you heard one. Reaching over for the shampoo, you squeezed out a quarter-sized amount onto your palm. Rubbing your hands together, you lathered the shampoo. “Mind leaning down just a bit?” you giggled, balancing on your tippy-toes to see the top of his head.
You tenderly washed his cropped hair, feeling it gingerly tickle your fingertips. You continued until you felt that you had thoroughly washed it. Grabbing the showerhead, you blocked his eyes with one hand.
“Just in case the water moves down...” you muttered. He smirked, shaking his head as you began to rinse off the shampoo. As soon as you were done, Tim offered to return the favor. His calloused hands were surprisingly pleasant, the rough, textured skin giving you a light massage.
You both continued to wash each other, and Tim’s exhaustion seemed to fade as time went on. He even seemed to lighten up, as he had teasingly pressed a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh while washing your body. When you both exited the shower, you thanked him for washing your towel.
He just looked at you oddly, raising his eyebrow. “Really?” he scoffed, tilting his head.
“What?”
“That’s how easy it is to please you? Good grief, I thought you didn’t have standards when you started dating me, but. this really just takes the cake.”
You just gaped in a fake offense, slapping his arm in retaliation. He just laughed, pulling you by the hand to your shared room. After dressing, you both layed down on the bed, exhaustion overcoming both of you. You both faced each other, and he was slowly caressing his larger thumb over your hand.
He stopped for a moment, staring into your eyes. “Thanks” he whispered, swallowing his next words. You just nodded in response, snuggling closer to him. Robert Timothy Bryan was a man of few words, and sometimes, things were better left unsaid.
I just realized that this is technically a request from @blathena...
Well, I hope you enjoy it regardless and I’m sorry it took so long 💕 You’re totally right though, he deserves more love.
- Ky