#splakely

Tagged by the lovely @swifty-fox and @reallylilyreally

From the ‘Say It’ Sequel: the Splakely fic:

“You came,” he looks caught off guard, like he hadn’t really thought Ev would come.

“You invited me,” Ev says, just to make the other man twitch. He pushes past Speirs and makes his way into the hallway, duffel clutched tightly in his fist for all that he exuded calm.

Speirs grumbles from behind him. “You invited yourself.”

“Same thing.” Ev hears the lock snick behind him and he turns then, knowing that they’re safely behind the privacy of the front door, the rest of the street and Speirs’ neighbors kept firmly out. He lights a cigarette, the first one since he left the house last night, and feels the rush of nicotine hit his system with the first inhale. It washes over him in a wave, sweeping away the dregs of exhaustion that stubbornly linger.

He burns through half of his cigarette before Speirs takes it from him; wedges it between his teeth and makes his way into the kitchen with Ev on the back of his heels.

The apartment is small, compact even for one man alone, and yet Speirs has still managed to make it look practically empty. There’s very little furniture apart from the bare necessities; a rickety table with one crooked leg, two equally crooked chairs, a desk and a single lamp with no lampshade, only a flickering bulb. Ev switches it off, they don’t need it on with the morning sun illuminating the room.

This is worse than I thought

Love your work!

Hi! I’m so glad you loved Say It, I enjoyed writing it so so much.

In terms of more content for the say it universe, there’s a lot planned.

first of all will be Say it 2, which will follow Ev Blakely and Ron Speirs through their life after the war ( with many guest appearances from our favorite characters of course.)

There’s at least 2 Bucky/Buck one shots/ mini fics planned still, perhaps more depending on if ideas come to me

I also have a Murph/ Don Malarkey fic that I am SO desperate to write.

There might be an obligatory webgott fic somewhere in here too, though this is the most hazy out of all the fic ideas.

I’m not expecting anyone to actually read Say it 2, especially since it’s a ship I’ve pulled out of my ass and a crazy 4am conversation between me and friends. But it’s become a secret little passion project of mine and I think it would eat me up if I didn’t share it, even if it’s only so that @swifty-fox and @reallylilyreally can read it on AO3 instead of my disorganised docs.

Below is a snipped from Say it 2! Let me know if you want more: :)

“You came,” Speirs looks caught off guard, like he hadn’t really thought Ev would come.

“You invited me,” Ev says, just to make the Captain twitch. He pushes past Speirs and makes his way into the hallway, duffel clutched tightly in his fist for all that he exuded calm.

Speirs grumbles from behind him. “You invited yourself.”

“Same thing.” Ev hears the lock snick behind him and he turns then, knowing that they’re safely behind the privacy of the front door, the rest of the street and Speirs’ neighbors kept firmly out. He lights a cigarette, the first one since he left the house last night, and feels the rush of nicotine hit his system with the first inhale. It washes over him in a wave, sweeping away the dregs of exhaustion that stubbornly linger.

He burns through half of his cigarette before Speirs takes it from him; wedges it between his teeth and makes his way into the kitchen with Ev on the back of his heels.

The apartment is small, compact even for one man alone, and yet Speirs has still managed to make it look practically empty. There’s very little furniture apart from the bare necessities; a rickety table with one crooked leg, two equally crooked chairs, a desk and a single lamp with no lampshade, only a flickering bulb. Ev switches it off, the sunlight streaming through the open window is enough.

This is worse than I thought, Ev thinks, feeling a little over his head now that he’s here. What exactly had he intended to do when he booked his flight? What had he heard in the Captain's voice that had made him fly to the otherside of the country to see him? He isn’t sure.

He watches Speirs’ back as he makes two cups of coffee on the stove, only hesitating for a moment before he drops his duffel by the door and makes his way over. He has no chance of startling him, with the floorboards creaking as they do.

Ev doesn’t touch, can’t admit to himself that that is what he came for. He just wants a look, a proper look, at his face, as if to prove to himself that he can. That he can look Speirs in the eye and say yep, I checked, he’s fine, no need to worry! I’m going to go and spend the rest of my leave doing renovations on a house that doesn’t need it.

Also I know why Curt isn’t alive for the Say It story, but it’s so funny bc Curt would be sitting there and judging everyone. And punching paratroopers as well! 🤷‍♀️🤭🤦‍♀️

Don’t worry he’s judging them all from the afterlife lol. Especially Bucky and Brady. They’re terrible decision makers.

Another snip it from say it 2: 30k in people, not long before I start posting chapters- EEEEK

Ron wakes to the steady trill of his telephone. Which is unusual in itself because nobody ever calls him. Nobody except for Everett and occasionally Talbert.

So he crawls out of bed, half asleep but sobering quickly under the possibilities of why anybody is calling him at four in the morning, and staggers to the phone in the kitchen. His neighbor bangs on the ceiling, probably to get him to shut the telephone off. He complies only through his coincidental need to answer the phone. He would let it ring all night otherwise.

“Speirs,” he answers, voice rough from his sudden awakening.

“Ron?” Everett’s voice is breathy with a nervous lilt that he’s never heard before, even when he was falling out of the sky. “Thank god. I didn’t wake you did I?”

“Of course you did, it’s four in the morning.” He thinks he can hear crying in the background. He can definitely hear raised voices. “What's going on?”

“I need you.”