#eubert

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この世にはいろんなPeepy

But they are all 犯罪者

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Everyone talking about devil and angel peepy BUT YOU GUYS ALL KNOW WHO THE BEST CHARACTER IS FROM THE NEW GUYS.

E U B E R T

And Thomas!

[warriorgays]

me, appearing out of nowhere after a long hiatus, banging pots and pans: Sledge/Leckie is an A+ ship and y’all are SLEEPING on it

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Title: Where to Begin Author: @warriorgays​ Artist: @hoosiersblanket Pairing: Leckie/Sledge Rating: M Word Count: 37840+ Summary:  In the summer of 1946, Leckie travels down to Alabama for Sid’s wedding. Once there, he rekindles a friendship with Eugene Sledge. They’re both a little lost, a little broken, a little heartsick; it might not seem like the best basis for a relationship, but to their surprise they find themselves stumbling towards one anyway.

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[warriorgays]

8. while drunk + leckie/sledge (p.s. i love your icon!!!)

thanks for the prompt! and my icon was made by @sergeant-bullshit, whom tumblr will never let me tag for some reason

“Come here.”

“No.”

“C'mere!”

“Lucky…”

Sledge laughed, and then yelped as Leckie yanked at his hand. He wasn’t drunk, not really, but he was tipsy enough that the tug pulled him off balance. He fell in Leckie’s lap and then they rolled down the hill a few inches, crushing the dry grass beneath them. It was a loud summer night, cicadas and crickets splitting the dark, but even so their laughter felt bold.

“What is wrong with you?” Sledge teased, sitting up. Leckie propped himself up on one elbow and pursed his lips.

“Mm… I think I’m not being kissed enough.”

“No–” Sledge laughed, squirming away, but Leckie’s hand darted out and snatched his wrist.

“Oh yes, I’m pretty sure that’s my problem. Now why don’t you–”

They tussled for a moment, and Sledge managed to pin Leckie beneath him, hands tight around his wrists and knees on either side of his thighs.

“I ain’t gonna kiss you,” he taunted, lips a scant inch above Leckie’s. “Because we’re in public, and I’m respectable.”

“Yes, of course,” Leckie said seriously. “The bustling backwoods of Alabama. We’d scandalize the gophers.”

“Exactly,” Sledge murmured.

He let his head hang down, so close he could feel the heat radiating off Leckie’s skin and count the tiny beads of sweat clinging to his eyelashes. God, it was a hot night. Sledge’s shirt was damp with sweat. He’d be cooler if he got up, but he felt oddly reluctant to move.

“You know what your problem is?” Leckie rumbled.

“What’s that?”

“You’re not drunk enough.”

“You might have a point there,“ Sledge conceded, and Leckie drew a flask from his pocket. He’d topped off from a bottle of bourbon before they left the house, and Sledge took a long pull. It was rich and sweet and it made him shiver going down.

He screwed the top of the flask shut and dropped it on the grass beside Leckie. Then he bent down and kissed him, open-mouthed, wet and hot and heady. Leckie rolled him onto his back with a breathless laugh.

"Now which did you prefer? Being drunk and kissed, or sober and not-kissed?”

“Okay, you were right. Don’t get used to it.”

He kissed Leckie right on his stupid grinning mouth and ran a hand through his hair.

“Oh, I like you,” Leckie chuckled. He fell back in the grass and took a swig from his flask before passing it over again. Sledge took another sip. He felt Leckie’s eyes on him but ignored him for a moment, tipping his head back to enjoy the feeble night breeze and the thrum of his heartbeat. “As a matter of fact, I do believe I love you.”

Sledge’s head flopped to the side.

“You’re drunk,” he accused.

“And you are unbearably handsome,” Leckie grinned. “And in the morning, I’ll be sober, and you’ll still be handsome.”

Sledge snorted and hoped he wasn’t blushing. The heat outside was bad enough, but add that to the booze and the warmth that had blossomed somewhere in his chest…

“Get back over here.”

“Yes, sir.”

[warriorgays]

hey have some modern Eubert headcanons because I’m really feeling them rn

they meet when Leckie is just starting his professorship and Eugene is a PhD student; they’re at different universities

the first two times Leckie asks him out, Eugene says no, because he does it in such goofy ways that he has a hard time taking him seriously; the third time, a large cluster of friends have ended up in a diner late at night after a party, and in response to a joking question Leckie recites a stanza of poetry (as Leckie does). the others mock him for it, but Eugene hears the tenderness in his voice and sees the look on his face and starts to think okay, maybe this guy is for real. he tells Leckie he’d love to hear the rest of the poem, and Leckie says “sure. over dinner.” with a Leckie Grin(TM) and that’s how it goes

they have a post-midterms tradition where they smoke a bowl and have sweet, sloppy, stoned sex on the couch. it’s the only time Sledge smokes because he doesn’t have a habit (traditions are different than habits, ok)

also that scene from Call the Midwife, where Shelagh takes puffs of her husband’s cigarettes and he says “you know you can have one of your own” and she says “absolutely not, that would make me a smoker”? that too. he’s not a tobacco smoker if he only steals his boyfriend’s pre-lit cigarettes when he’s feeling stressed

trying to find comfortable reading positions for two people on one couch, while they’re also trying to cuddle, is supremely difficult but somehow they make it work

“is that my pen?” is the most frequent sentence uttered in their apartment, by far.

Andy and Eddie are Sledge’s gay mentors. they own a cafe in the city and it’s their favorite out-of-the-house place to work

Eugene proposes first, in a park after breakfast on their second anniversary, simply but with a heartfelt speech

which causes Leckie a brief moment of panic, because he had already planned a proposal for later that night; he’d gotten Andy to open the cafe at night for a romantic candlelit dinner for two (Chuckler is the waiter, Eddie the live music)

but eventually both proposals go off without a hitch. planning a wedding ends up being so incredibly stressful, and the pressure gets so ridiculous, that they decide to elope. it’s great. Sledge wears a black suit, no tie, Leckie wears a vest and a nerdy tie Sledge bought him for his birthday. the only guests are Andy, Eddie, and Vera, who were all in town, although she does make sure to livestream it for their friends

Sledge has been at college in the north too long to be totally ignorant about winter, but Leckie fusses over him anyway, making sure his coat is thick enough and he has gloves and sometimes giving Sledge his own scarf. he complains but he fuckin’ loves it.

Leckie sometimes makes breakfast in bed - it involves (supposedly) heart-shaped pancakes, orange juice, bacon, eggs, the whole nine yards. when Eugene makes breakfast in bed it involves coffee and blowjobs, which tbh they both enjoy more.

Vera is their Emergency person. she has the key to their apartment, waters the plants when they’re away, etc. Sid is the person they call on to settle “who’s right?” disputes, which always make him fervently wish he never introduced them in the first place

another unfortunate byproduct of their relationship is that Hoosier and Snafu now know each other. on Leckie and Sledge’s first anniversary, they mistakenly thought it would be nice to have a dinner party, because hey, they had gotten together after a lot of group outings. everyone else was courteous enough to clear out pretty quickly, but Hoosier and Snafu took a reaaaaalllllly long time to finish their desserts and their last drinks, because they’re evil bastards

the night after Sledge gets his PhD, after all the family celebrations and whatnot, they go back to that diner with all their friends, the one where they set their first date, and have a late night snack. they refer to each other solemnly as “Dr. Sledge” and “Dr. Leckie” until their friends all groan and threaten to leave them there, and spend the rest of the night cuddled in a corner

[warriorgays]

so I’ve been avoiding talking about a particular moment in my PBB because I guess I want some twists to be actual twists, you know, so I haven’t talked about the SUPREMELY AWKWARD moment in chapter two of my fic that forms an actual bond between Sledge and Leckie, but I was writing it tonight and I thought of a way to make it also painful with a callback and I’m pretty damn proud of myself because I LOVE callbacks and foreshadowing to canon scenes and I’m terrible at writing them intentionally lol. so if you want to not spoil this moment then don’t read but I’m putting it up below a cut. I know I’ve already posted like a dozen previews of this fic but I promise this is the last one

(for context, Leckie re-meets Sledge in this fic about a week after being dumped by Vera)

“Okay.” Leckie stepped back, defeated, and ran a hand over the back of his neck. “Okay, I’m sorry. Listen, Sledge, you’re a nice guy and all, but--”

But I don’t want to deal with the fallout of fucking a broken-hearted kid who needs to be drunk out of his mind to even consider the possibility of taking a cock in his ass.

“Oh come on,” Sledge said, affronted. “Everyone has to start somewhere, don’t they? Like I said, it’s not like I never--”

“No, no, it’s not that,” Leckie lied. “It’s just--Jesus, Sledge, it’s one thing to be a little tipsy, but when you can’t even walk straight, and for your first time--I just don’t feel right about it. I mean, hell, if something hurts are you sure you’re going to notice and be able to tell me about it? I just don’t feel right.”

“Sure I will. Would. I--how likely would you say that would be?” he asked in an anxious aside, and Leckie sighed and reached for his arm.

“Come on,” Leckie said with a sigh. “Let’s get back to the wedding.”

“No, come on,” Sledge said, rallying his spirits. “Leckie, I--can we just--can we talk about it? We can have a cup of coffee, if you like. I…” He took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice, and for a moment Leckie was almost willing to believe he wasn’t drunk. He wasn’t slurring as bad, at least. “I may have gone a little overboard, but--it’s not as bad as you’re thinking. I’m not scared, all right, I want to, it’s just that I don’t know anybody in Mobile so I’ve had nothing to do but sit around and think. It’s--it’s not a big deal. But I feel better because I know you.”

“Eugene,” Leckie said in as gentle a tone he could manage, even though his heart was throbbing in his chest like the booming reverberations of an engine in a ship hull. “You don’t really know me.”

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Leckie/Sledge

“Now that explains it. You’re a believer.” “Yes.”