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Night Changes
Lewis Nixon x Wife!Reader
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A/N: thanks to @footprintsinthesxnd for inspiring me to finally finish this wip from back in october!! for once, this isn't a heart-wrenching fic that makes you cry your eyes out...it's super fluffy!! Hbo owns the rights, and this is about the fictional portrayal of easy company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: morning sickness & pregnancy, nothing else except for tooth-rotting fluff :)
Nixon, New Jersey: April 1950
"What are you thinking, sweetheart?"
"What?" (Y/n) sighed, glancing towards her husband from where she sat on the floor.
A chuckle left Lewis' lips as he gestured to the various paint colors on portions of the wall. "Which one? Pink, purple, blue, or yellow?"
Rolling over to her side, (y/n) attempted to get up. With her swollen stomach, it made everything ten times harder than usual.
Lew rushed to her side, "Honey, let me help you."
"I've got it," she grunted, somewhat out of breath.
(Y/n) tried and failed a few times, then let out a huff of air, sighing as she held out her hands for Lew to come and help her up.
He smiled softly, moving to help lift her. "I thought you had it that time."
"Your child has been making things harder on me, lately."
Once they stood up, Lew pulled her close, his hand on her bump. "My child? I'm pretty sure we both made this baby."
(Y/n) pulled back with a look of disgust, fake gagging. "Please don't remind me."
With his signature grin, he pulled her back in, trying to plant a kiss on her lips. "No," she laughed, leaning away to evade his kisses. "We've got to pick out the color for the nursery, Lew!"
"So now you want to get on task, huh?"
(Y/n) giggled as she continued to swerve her husband's kisses. "Yes! We have to get this done!"
"Alright," he conceded. "Just one kiss. Please?"
With an exaggerated eye roll, (y/n) leaned in and pecked his lips quickly. "Come on, doll. One more," he pleaded.
"Nope. You'll get more once we get done picking out the color."
He led her to the wall with the colors and mock saluted her. "Alright, then. Captain Nixon is focused on his next objective."
They had decided to go with the soft yellow because it was more gender-neutral, even though both felt deep down that it was a girl. Staring at their halfway-finished nursery, (y/n) couldn't help but think back to when it all started the year before.
Indianapolis, Indiana: July 1949
The Nixons sat at the Easy Company reunion with Lip, Dick, and their respective spouses. While the guys all talked, (y/n) spoke with Ethel Winters and JoAnne Lipton about everything from baking to babies. Ethel and Dick had been married for a little over a year and were about to start trying for children. JoAnne and Carwood already had a son, so she told the two women how wonderful it was to be a mom. Hard, but wonderful.
The woman pulled out a picture of the three of them with a proud smile on her face. "Danny turns three next month. He's a spitting image of Car, that's for sure. I love him more than anything in this world."
Looking over at her husband enthralled in a conversation with his best friends, she couldn't help but imagine Lew as a father; holding their little baby in his arms or putting them up on his shoulders. (Y/n) knew he didn't have a good relationship with his father and would do everything to be there for their future children.
She was broken out of her trance by Lew's hand squeezing her thigh gently. "You alright, sweetheart? Why are you crying?"
Eyed widening, she went to wipe the tear that streaked down her cheek, but he beat her to it. "What's wrong?" He asked, eyes full of concern.
"Let's have a baby."
Lewis was taken aback by his wife's bluntness. Sure, they had talked about having kids but had decided to wait a few more years. Hearing that she changed her mind filled his with the same sweet images that appeared in hers moments before. If he was being honest, he had felt ready for a few months but didn't want to mention it to her until she approached him first.
He took her hand and excused them from the table as he led her to the lobby area of the venue. As soon as they turned the corner, Lewis' strong arms enveloped her in a tender embrace, his touch sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine. Their lips met softly, mouths melding together gently. It was a tender and loving kiss that expressed their shared devotion and longing for the next chapter of their lives.
With a gentle smile, they broke apart, their hands still entwined. The room seemed to radiate with the energy of their love and the endless possibilities that lay before them.
"Is that a yes?" (Y/n) asked, short of breath.
He kissed her gently, eye glistening with unshed tears. "Yes, let's start a family."
Nixon, New Jersey: November 1949
It was a cold and rainy morning when (y/n) stirred in bed, feeling a wave of nausea wash over her once again. This was the third morning in a row, and her eyes flickered over to Lew, who was fast asleep beside her. She always joked that even a freight train wouldn’t wake him up. Clutching her stomach, she quickly sat up, her heart racing as her body was trying to give her a few seconds of warning. (Y/n) barely had time to get to the bathroom, her steps hurried and unsteady as she covered her mouth with her hand.
Reaching the bathroom just in time, (y/n) dropped to her knees, her body convulsing with dry heaves initially, followed by her dinner from the night before. The sensation was accompanied by a rush of relief, but the butter taste lingered in her mouth.
Stirred by the sounds from the bathroom, Lew realized something was wrong and came rushing into the bathroom, concern etched across his features. He kneeled beside her, gathering her hair and rubbing her back soothingly.
“Are you alright, sweetheart?” he asked worriedly, his voice raspy from sleep.
“I don’t know, Lew,” (y/n) replied weakly. “This nausea just won’t go away.”
“I think that we should get you to the doctor,” Nix suggested, worried she might have caught a nasty stomach bug.
She nodded, her mind already racing with a suspicion she dared not speak aloud just yet. “Yeah, maybe,” she answered, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
After Lew left for work, (y/n) decided to visit the doctor to get some answers. Anticipation and nervousness bubbled within her as the test was administered. The minutes felt like hours, but finally, the doctor confirmed what she had hoped for – she was pregnant.
Unable to contain her excitement, she hurried back home, her heart bursting with joy. The second she got home, she walked past their extra bedroom, inspiration striking her. The sun cast a soft, golden hue through the lace curtains, illuminating the extra room that held years of collected odds and ends. (Y/n) stood at the threshold, groaning at the old boxes, forgotten furniture, and random oddities that filled the room.
She had a lot of work cut out for her.
After putting on a Nat King Cole album, she took a deep breath and rolled up her sleeves, beginning the task at hand. As she meticulously sorted through the belongings, memories danced in her mind – the dusty bookshelf that held Lew’s childhood favorites, the old rocking chair her mother had gifted her, and the worn-out toys that once brought her so much joy.
With every box she emptied and every piece of furniture she carefully moved, the room started to transform. The clutter began to vanish, making way for her vision of a nursery filled with love and laughter. She could almost visualize the crib nestled by the window, sunlight streaming in, casting a warm glow on the tiny cradle.
Time seemed to fly as she got lost in the whirlwind of her excitement. As the clock ticked on, (y/n) meticulously organized, cleaned, and dusted, pouring herself into every corner. By the time Nix got home from work, she had cleared out most of the clutter. Her eyes held a sparkle of pride as she surveyed her progress, already lost in the thoughts of cradling their newborn baby in this very room.
Lew opened the door, calling out to her as he did every day. “Honey, I’m home.”
As he put his briefcase onto the kitchen table, he noticed the random items and boxes that were scattered around the kitchen. With a raised eyebrow, he stepped over the clutter and followed the sound of (I Love You) For Sentimental Reasons to the couple’s extra bedroom.
“(Y/n)?” Lew asked as he entered the room, his eyes flicking between the few things left inside.
A rocking chair…
Some old toys…
His old bookshelf filled with children’s books…
She stood in front of the window with a hand covering her mouth, eyes glossy with unshed tears. “Hey,” she whispered.
Lew’s brows instantly furrowed and he approached her, taking her into his arms. “What’s wrong, doll?”
“I’m happy.”
“You’re happy,” he pondered aloud, “But you’re crying.”
(Y/n) pulled back to look up at his puzzled face. “Yeah.”
“Why the sudden inspiration to clean out the crap in here?”
“Well,” she grinned up at him, her bottom lip wobbling as she spoke. “Our baby can’t have a room full of random stuff, can they?”
As (y/n) looked at him expectantly, he nodded with raised brows. “Yeah, yeah.”
But then his eyes widened suddenly and Lew’s gaze flew to hers. “The what?”
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Epiphany Pt. 3: Haunted
Lewis Nixon x Reader
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A/N: hey guys!! i had originally planned for operation market garden to be one chapter, but there were just too many things that i wanted to add, so it will be split up into at least two! hbo owns the rights, and this is about the fictional portrayal of easy company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!
Summary: Things aren't as cut and dry as they seem when Easy jumps into Holland for Operation Market Garden, and (y/n) faces a heartbreaking reality.
Word Count: 3.4k
Warnings: slightly graphic mistreatment of women (eindhoven scene)
SEPTEMBER 13, 1944: ALDBOURNE, ENGLAND
The pub was alive, bustling with half-drunken paratroopers when (y/n) arrived with Skip, Alex, and Don. They were missing their fifth member who they spotted across the bar playing darts with Buck.
“How much money do ya’ think he’s lost?” Skip asked, snickering as they made their way through the crowd to an empty table.
(Y/n) grimaced. “As long as he’s not asking me for a loan again, I don’t care. He still owes me $20.”
“Ehh, you’re probably not gonna get that back, (y/n/n), Penkala laughed, throwing an arm over her shoulder. “You should know George well enough by now.”
“Well, the first twenty bucks he gets is mine tonight, boys.”
Finding a booth in the corner, Don, Skip, and (y/n) plopped down while Alex went to get them drinks. They looked around the room and observed some of Bull’s new squad replacements sitting nearby.
“They don’t look older than twelve,” Skip scoffed, shaking his head.
Don smacked the side of his head, rolling his eyes. “Skip, you don’t look much older than twelve, alright, so ease up.”
“You’re telling me you don’t even feel a litt-”
“No,” (y/n) interrupted. “I don’t. They’re here the same reason we are.”
Before Skip could argue back, Alex returned with their drinks, and the first thing (y/n) did was gulp hers. To her dismay, Alex had started to ramble about the replacements to Skip, and the pair picked up right where she’d cut him off. With a sigh, she got up and walked over to George, Buck, Toye, and a replacement, who were crowded around the dartboard. They all watched Buck as he lined up a shot.
“Here we go. One shot. Here we go,” he muttered to himself.
When she slid into the space beside George, he smirked with a wink, nodding toward Buck, as if to say, ‘Look at this.’
“Lieutenant,” he began. “You gonna shoot lefty all night?”
Toye and the red-headed replacement’s faces fell, and (y/n) took a sip of her drink to hide her smirk.
Joe looked between George and Buck in disbelief. “Hey, come on,” He groaned.
“Just curious,” George continued, “‘Cause he’s right-handed.”
A sly smile grew on Buck’s face as he switched sides and lined up his shot. “George. What would I do without George Luz?”
The group watched as the dart left Buck’s hand and hit the bullseye dead on.
“Boop!”
Collective groans came from Joe and the replacement at George’s antics as he turned to the men. “Goodness, gracious!”
“Two packs, gentlemen,” Compton announced, holding out his hand.
“I know you’ve got them. Pay up.”
Joe looked at (y/n) who was still smirking into her drink. “You gonna let them screw us like that, (y/n)?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “I didn’t see anything, Joe.”
Rolling his eyes, Toye grumbled as he placed a pack of cigarettes in Buck’s outstretched hand before walking off. The replacement approached (y/n) with a nervous smile, and she had to agree with Skip that he did look twelve, even if he towered over her.
“Heffron,” he introduced, holding out his hand. “Babe Heffron. Nice to meet you. The guys have told me nothing but great things.”
She shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, Babe. You’re in Bull’s squad, right?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Raising her eyebrows, (y/n) snorted. “Ma’am makes me sound like an old woman. Call me (y/n).”
“Yes, ma’a-, I mean, (y/n),” he corrected, his face turning crimson.
Seeing the flash of a familiar silver flask near the door, (y/n) nodded at Babe. “It was nice meeting you, Heffron. You’re in good hands with Bull.”
She found him sitting at a table with Harry Welsh, who looked more tipsy than usual. “(Y/n). Speak of the devil. We wer-”
Nix’s eyes widened, and he kicked Harry discreetly under the table. “You meet the new replacements?” He asked as if Welsh hadn’t spoken.
Raising an eyebrow, she sat in the empty seat beside Lew. “What was that, Lieutenant?”
“Uhh, we were gonna ask you about the replacements,” he replied slowly, glancing at Nix for confirmation.
Though she didn’t understand Harry’s odd behavior, she didn’t push it. “They seem nice. I’ve just met Heffron after George and Buck conned him playing darts.”
Lew took a swig of his flask, throwing an arm on the back of (y/n)’s chair, his fingertips lightly brushing her shoulder. “Bull will take care of them,” he began. “He’s a good sergeant.”
(Y/n) nodded, unsure of her voice at his subtle touch. One touch and she was down for the count. Thinking back to D-Day and the way he held her, heat spread through her. She looked down at the drink in her hand and realized she needed a refill.
“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna get another drink,” she announced, getting up from her seat.
Lew got up, too, grabbing his signature flask. “I’ll come with. Harry, don’t cause too much trouble while we’re gone, alright?”
He rolled his eyes, shooing them away with a wave of his hand. “Yeah, yeah. Go on. I’ll survive.”
The duo made their way for the crowd before leaning against the bar.
“I thought you only drink VAT-69,” she questioned, motioning to the barkeep for two beers.
Nix faced her, his eyes scanning her face. “My supply is running low, so I’ve gotta cut back until I can get some more.”
The bartender returned with two beers and she gratefully took them, returning to their table with Nix in tow. As soon as they sat down, he placed his arm around her chair once again, and she took a big sip of her drink, knowing she would need it to make it through the night.
“So, how’s the officer’s life treating you two?” She asked, trying to hide the blush that crept up her neck.
Harry took a deep breath. “Well…”
An hour and a few drinks later, (y/n) was throwing her head back in laughter at something Harry said. Nix just chuckled beside her, knowing she was drunk due to the fact Harry’s comment wasn’t funny at all.
Her head felt as if was stuffed with cotton, and the world was tilted slightly off its axis, but regardless, she was chatting away with the two Lieutenants.
“Ya’know,” she giggled, waving her hands around emphatically. “Kitty’s a lucky gal ‘ta have ya, Har. Outta all-”
Her hand caught a glass and sent it flying, beer spilling across the table.
“Oh no.”
Lew stood up and gently grasped her elbow, helping her to her feet. “Come on, doll. You’ve had enough.”
“Lewis,” she whined. “I’m not drunk.”
His chuckled. “Really?”
“Uh, ‘yeh.”
“Okay,” he smirked, pointing behind her. “Try to walk to Luz.”
(Y/n) nodded and wobbly took one, two, three steps before tilting to her right, arms flailing. Luckily, Lew was ready and caught her by her waist effortlessly.
“I guess I am drunk,” she murmured into his shoulder.
Her attempt gained the attention of her squadmates who still sat at the same table from hours earlier. Don and George walked over, faces painted with concern.
“She alright?” Luz asked with a grimace.
“Yeah. She’s just a lightweight,” Nixon smirked, glancing down at the woman in his arms. “I’m gonna take her home.”
Lifting her head off his shoulder, she looked up at him. “Already there,” she whispered to herself.
To her dismay, Don had heard it, and the man’s eyes became saucers as he realized what she meant. Everything clicked in his head.
“Yeah,” he smiled. “I’ll get someone to check on her in the morning.”
With a curt nod, Nix led her out of the pub and was hit with a wave of sharp, chilly air that had her huddling closer to him. He had a secure hand around her waist, keeping her upright as they walked down the cobblestone streets of Aldbourne.
“You alright down there?” He asked, squeezing her hip gently.
(Y/n) basked in his warmth. “I like it when you hold me.”
The man got choked up on his saliva and coughed a few times at her confession.
“Well,” he began slowly, staring down at her, the moonlight illuminating her face. “I like to hold you.”
“Why?”
A smile formed on his lips. “You can ask me when you’re sober, but I doubt you’ll remember any of this, sweetheart.”
She nodded once against his shoulder as they turned onto her street. Aldbourne was a quiet town, especially on a Sunday night. It was easy for one to find themselves getting lost in their thoughts. The soft glow from windows reflecting off the pavement felt like home, even if they were thousands of miles away from theirs.
In different circumstances, Lew could envision him and (y/n) on their way home from a night dancing or movie picture, giggling as young couples do, oblivious to the horrors of the world. But that wasn’t reality. They’d seen the horrors firsthand, and he envied the people who lived and loved in times of peace.
A soft voice broke him from his thoughts. “Thanks.”
Looking up and realizing they’d arrived at her billet, he reluctantly let go of her. He felt the loss of her warmth and reached out to take her hand. “Drink some water, alright? I can’t have you being grumpy tomorrow because you’re hungover.”
She smiled blearily, squeezing his hand. “Thanks for ev’rythin, Lew.”
In a moment of weakness, he sighed and tugged her closer. As Lew’s strong arms wrapped gently around (y/n)’s frame, he felt her heart beating through her chest, as if it were trying to send him a message. The scent of her hair, a delicate mix of her shampoo, and the evening breeze intoxicated his senses. All he could think about was the woman in his arms. Standing there in the warm embrace of a quiet, moonlit night, it was as if the war wasn’t raging around the world. But just as quickly as it had begun, the hug came to an end. They pulled away, eyes meeting for a fleeting moment as if searching for answers in each other’s gaze.
“G’nigh,” she giggled, walking towards her door with unsteady steps.
“Night, sweetheart,”
Once the door had closed and he heard the familiar click of the lock, he backed up onto the street shaking his head with a bashful smile.
“I’m in trouble,” he chuckled, making his way back to the bar.
September 14, 1944: ALDBOURNE, ENGLAND
(Y/n) awoke with a groan, hearing dull raps from the front door beneath her. Each knock was like a drum banging inside her skull as she made her way down the stairs. The family she was staying with was on a weekend vacation, and she was thankful their children wouldn’t see her so hungover.
(Y/n) opened the door, squinting at the bright sunlight. “Can I help you?”
“Yeah,” a kind voice replied. Lip.
Her eyes widened. “Sorry, Car, I didn’t realize it was you.”
“It’s alright,” he began softly. “You weren’t at the pub last night, so I wanted to let you know we’re moving out again.”
Already?.
“Okay. Thanks, Lip,” (y/n) nodded, eyes sinking to the floor as she closed the door.
Great.
September 17, 1944: Operation Market Garden
As Easy Company sat in ditches along the road to Eindhoven, an eerie silence hung in the air. Sure, Allied intelligence suspected the Krauts in the country were mostly old men and kids, but the paratroopers were on their toes, ready for whatever would come next.
(Y/n) was sandwiched between George and Skip, who were grumbling back and forth about a failed darts game the night before.
“Will you two shut up, please?” She laughed softly. “I can’t even hear myself think.”
George smirked, adjusting his helmet. “I didn’t know you could do that.”
A squadron of Allied aircraft roared overhead, and soon after, they approached the town. A window opened, and (y/n) motioned for everyone to get down as she crouched beside a fence. The person pulled out a long orange banner and tied it around the window.
“Okay, hold your fire,” Bull appeared behind them, cigar hanging from his lips.
Staring at the town above her M-1 sight, a deep pang of worry shot through her stomach. Something didn’t feel right.
The paratroopers couldn’t believe their eyes as the people of Eindhoven celebrated their liberation from the German occupation. Bright orange flags flew from every window, and (y/n) found herself smiling at the pure joy that oozed from the town.
(Y/n) and George had gotten separated from the rest of their squad in the crowd as they dodged kisses from the locals. Well, (y/n) dodged their kisses. After a few girls tried to land a smooch on her lips, she removed her helmet, showing she was a woman. Soon the town's men caught on and were trying to do the same.
She tried to push through the crowd as quickly as possible staving off any attempts from them. Looking behind her, she groaned at the empty spot where George had been. “George,” she called, cupping her hands around her mouth. “Luz! Come on!”
A few seconds later, he appeared to her right, fresh red lipstick smeared across his lips that were quirked into a wide grin.
“Gosh, (y/n). Can’t a guy have some fun?” He joked, wiping his mouth with his hand.
Turning around, she rolled her eyes and made her way through an opening in the crowd only to be pulled to the side by her arm. “Hey!”
A familiar Philly accent filled her ears. “Come get in this picture, (y/n)!”
Babe pulled her through the crowd, and George followed, kissing as many girls as he could along the way.
“There they are!” Chuck yelled, throwing his arm around a blonde.
George and Babe stood behind a few kids wearing orange hats and waving flags, all smiling from ear to ear. A wide smile grew on (y/n)’s face as she knelt beside the kids, placing her helmet on the little girl's head beside her. The helmet tipped down, covering the girl’s face except for her crooked, snaggle-toothed smile. (Y/n) quickly fixed it for her, and to her surprise, the little girl threw herself in the woman’s arms. Fighting off tears, she sniffled and hugged the girl back before pointing to the camera.
“Smile, everybody!” (Y/n) announced.
The picture was taken with a click, and (y/n)’s eyes wandered to the left of the cameraman.
She froze, her face falling. Time slowed as she watched the scene unfold before her. A local woman with long, flowing chestnut hair and a confident stride approached Lew. (Y/n) squinted to get a better look, her heart pounding. She watched in disbelief as the stranger reached up and placed a hand on Lew’s cheek, drawing him closer. The world around (y/n) seemed to blur as the stranger’s lips met Lew’s, and they kissed, and he didn't pull away.
Time seemed to stand still for (y/n). She couldn’t comprehend what she was witnessing. Her mind raced with questions.
Why was Lew kissing her?
Her hands clenched into fists, and tears welled up in her eyes. (Y/n) felt like a statue, unable to move or speak as the painful scene played out before her. She knew she had no right to be jealous, but not so deep down, she wished it were her instead. Her heart ached, and her stomach churned with anger, jealousy, and sadness.
George tapped her shoulder, his brows furrowed. “(Y/l/n)? You alright?”
Following her line of sight, he found what she was fixated on and softly sighed.
“He’s an idiot, (y/n/n). Come on,” he murmured, hoisting her up by her arm.
She stood and blinked away angry tears that filled her vision. She knew she had no right to be jealous, but not so deep down, she wished it were her.
A small voice below her broke her train of thought. “Dank,” the little girl nodded, holding out (y/n)’s helmet. She forced a smile and took it from the girl.
George tugged her arm softly, pulling her in the opposite direction of Nix. She blindly followed in a haze, her mind muddied with hurtful thoughts. Townsfolk grabbed at her jacket as she and George made their way to the main town square where 2nd platoon was meeting.
She was snapped out of her mind by the sound of screams. Her head moved on a swivel trying to find the sound’s source. Spotting a circle of citizens up ahead, she pushed past George quickly, squeezing her way through a few men to see inside the circle.
Before her, half-naked women were on their knees, crying as their hair was roughly shaved, leaving them with blood streaking down their necks and faces. Two Dutch resistance fighters bumped past (y/n) with another petrified woman in their arms. They threw her down and began to rip the clothes off her body. (Y/n)’s eyes narrowed as a burning sensation filled her chest.
“Hey!” She cried, shoving one of them away from the woman. “That’s enough!”
The man recovered swiftly, but (y/n) didn’t give up. Unable to bend her to his will, he resorted to dirty tactics, shoving her forcefully and causing her to stumble and fall to the hard cobblestone street with a thud.
“Stomme meid,” he spat.
Stupid girl.
Her unclasped helmet skidded a few feet away as her head came in contact with the road. The impact knocked the wind out of her, leaving her momentarily gasping for breath.
For a few seconds, everyone’s eyes were on the (y/n), then all hell let loose. Easy’s men were trying to get to her with enraged shouts but were unable to get through the crowd. With great effort, (y/n) pushed herself up off the ground, her face flushed but her spirit unbroken. She looked the man squarely in the eyes, refusing to show fear despite the pain in her chest.
The man leered down at her with a smirk as he switched to heavily accentuated English. “Maybe we should teach you a less-”
(Y/n) lost all self-control as her arm reeled back ready to swing, but someone grabbed it tightly and tried to pull her away from the man. Seeing a flash of dark hair, she knew it was him, and her fury only grew. (Y/n) resisted, her heart pounding with adrenaline.
“No, Nix!” She protested, her voice filling with fiery determination. She wriggled free from his grasp for a moment, her eyes still locked onto the resistance fighters. “Let go of me! They can’t do this! We can’t let them do this!”
He stepped in front of (y/n), blocking her view of the confrontation, and looked deeply into her eyes. “(Y/n), I know, all right? I wish we could, but we can’t do anything about it.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, she tried to push past him only to hear a tone he had never used with her before.
“Stop! That’s an order, (y/l/n),” he gritted, his heart squeezing in his chest at the words.
(Y/n) stared at the Officer in disbelief.
How dare he not help these poor women?
Tears filled her eyes for the second time that day as she took one more look at the poor woman on the ground. “I’m sorry,” she whispered before shoving her way back through the crowd.
Lew’s eyes followed her until she disappeared into the mob. Sighing, he ran a hand down his face.
What a difference a few days can bring.
One of the men behind him spoke. “She’s a lively one, no?”
“Shut it,” Nix snapped, scooping (y/n)’s discarded helmet off the street.
When he found Dick, Harry, and Buck, he handed the helmet to her platoon leader. “It’s (y/n)’s.”
Buck took it with a nod as the four officers watched the British Armored Division come rumbling down the street.
It was going to be a long operation.
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Band of Brothers x soulmate au
screw it, i'm doing a soulmate au x band of brothers series. if there is anything specific y'all want...let me know but already have the metaphorical lightbulb flashing above my head (thank you @softguarnere for my swimming thoughts, everyone go read her Webster soulmate au it's *chefs kiss*)
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If you wish to request 1k fics for Peaky Blinders or Band of Brothers, send in an ask or message me privately! 🧡
I write both nsfw and sfw but I won't write:
Incest
Urine or feces play
Detailed rape or suicide (it can be mentioned but I will not go into detail)
Minor/Adult pairings
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May I request band of brothers x reader and reader falling asleep on them?
Yes ofc thank you for your request my beloved! 💗
BoB reaction to you falling asleep on them
genre: Romance; fluff
warnings: none
Description: BoB reaction to their s/o (you) falling asleep on them for the first time
Dick Winters
Okay so I think he would he shocked at first seeing you lay your head right on his chest with ease., “What are they doing?” Is what he’s probably thinking in his head, once he finally hears your soft snores, then he’d notice that you’ve fallen asleep on him. He’s smile softly to himself, making sure to be extra quiet and careful not to wake you up. Honestly he’d be a little blushy at first too, just happy that you feel comfortable enough to fall asleep on him
Lewis Nixon
His breathing would just stop at first when you lay your head on his shoulder. Like omg? You got this man over here getting nervoussss when you do that. Like you got him scared to even move an inch. He’d even try slowing down his breathing because he didn’t want to wake you up. He’d be so sweet about it, he’d hold you in his arms and stroke your hair softly. I could also seeing him getting sleepy and falling asleep on you :,)
Carwood Lipton
He is so cute about it, he’d ask you if you’re alright, not realizing how tired you were. Once he realized you had fallen asleep on him his heart literally melted omg. And you better get that he was still as stone when you were sleeping, bc you’re his bae and you deserve a good sleep in his arms. He’d hold you so softly and feeling of your head on him would make him just content. He’d definitely fall asleep to just holding you so comfortably.
Joe Toye
A huge smile appears on his face when he sees you laying your head on him. He’s tries to play it off all chill but he’s lowkey so excited on the inside. He would wrap an arm around you and keep you secure, making sure that if anyone came by that they were quiet, and ofc making sure he was quiet himself. The cutest thing of all though is how sweet he is to you when you wake up from your short nap. “How are you pretty thing? Ya sleep okay?” UGH he’d be so cute about it. I think you just falling asleep on him would be his favorite thing about y’all’s relationship.
Joe Liebgott
Freezes in his spot when he sees you laying your head on him. “Are you okay?” He’d say, Looking at your face he would see how exhausted you looked and maybe thought that you weren’t feeling good or something was wrong. When you told him that you were just sleepy, and that’s why, he would be so sweet. Honestly he would’ve gotten so happy hearing that’s why you were laying on him. Asking you if you want his jacket or something he has for you to warm up in. Resting on him would be one of the most comfiest things ever. Plus he’d be rubbing your arms up and down, hugging you super tight and warm.
Bill Guarnere
A big ole smirk would come up on his face so quickly. “get comfy, doll” He would rub his arms down back and forth on your arm, keeping a tight grip on your body. He would be so warm and comfortable to fall asleep on, he would try and keep quiet the whole time, especially when he heard you snoring. I think he would really enjoy you taking a nap on him (LOL) , He would end up getting so sleepy, he’d try fighting it off at first but he’d end up giving up after seeing how comfortable you were in his arms.
George Luz
Oh boy, he’s a total angel about the whole thing, when he sees you lay your head on you it makes his heart beat 2x faster then it’s original pace like omg. If you look up at him, all you will see on his face is that huge bright smile of his staring back at you. On the outside he’d try to keep it cool, and not make too much of a scene, but in the inside he was literally FREAKING out, like he is totally frozen in his position because he would feel absolutely horrible to accidentally wake you up. I think he would stroke your hair really nicely, helping you go to sleep with his calming touch almost immediately.
Bull Randleman
Ugh he’s honestly the best person to fall asleep on after a long day. He’d be so nice about it, at first he’d ask you if you were okay, “Are you alright. darlin’?” and you’d reply back just saying you were sleepy or something like that, and he’d say, “Come er’ get some sleep, princess/prince” He’d hold you super soft and would be a total snuggle bug. You made his day just holding onto him tightly while sleeping. he’d be a little nervous at first, because he didn’t want to accidentally hurt you or wake you at first, He would just watch you, admiring you and seeing how beautiful you truly are. He’s just so happy he gets to be around you, you make him so happy.
Eugene Roe
He’s having an internal breakdown when you just lay your head on him, you got him freaking out on the inside for real. He wouldn’t say anything to you about it though, he would just try his hardest to be natural, and he’d lean into you too, holding you by your shoulder and rubbing it slowly. He was nervous you could hear his heartbeat thumping out of his chest at first. But he still tried his best to be normal, and not make you uncomfortable in any way. Laying on him you’d almost fall asleep like immediately, there’s just something so warming about him, you just feel safe enough to sleep in his arms. While your sleeping, he thinks you look absolutely adorable. He’s ultimately glad that he’s with you right now.
Floyd Talbert
He is actually giggling on the inside like a little girl omg, also when you lay on him it’s just an ego booster, like out of all people, your laying on him, he definitely feels lucky, even though he knows his way around the ladies, all of that smoothness goes out the window with you. He just feels so happy when you lay on him comfortably, when he hears you snoring lightly, he can’t help but let out a small laugh and a huge smile. He just feels so nice with you laying on him, you are his favorite person ever.
Skip Muck
Okay so, I think he would be so so excited to be hanging out with you in general, so can you just imagine the look on his face when he sees you laying your head on his chest. Like his heart is ready to burst at any moment, don’t even get me started. I think he’d be so nervous to move, just because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable at all. He realizes that your sleeping when he hears your soft snores for the first time. He thinks you sound so so cute, like he falls in love with you a million times more when he hears that. Ugh he’s just so obsessed with you.
Don Malarkey
This sweet boy is more than happy for you to lay down on him. You’re sleepy? Well of course, lay down. His heart rate would go up by a bunch when you put your head on him, He can’t lie though, you feel so comfortable. I think he’d end up falling asleep first though and it’d be so cute, you’d look up to see him just snoring and he was passed out LOL, It’s just that he is so comfortable around you that he can fall asleep so easily, he doesn’t know why but he just does, oh and, something else that is absolutely adorable, is how even though he’s asleep, he will still stroke you hair so softly, just because he finds it so comforting holding you.
Babe Heffron
He is so happy when he sees you lay down on him, like his smile gets so big and his heart rate starts beating faster and faster. He would be so excited but nervous while you lay on him, he doesn’t want to disturb you or something that would make you get up, once he starts getting more comfortable with you laying on him, he’d wrap his arms around you and just hug you there, he’s super super sweet when you are laying down. And when he hears you snoring, ugh he thinks you are even cuter, he’d hold you for the rest of the time, just giving your the best forehead kisses and whispering the sweetest little things in your ear while you were asleep. “You’re my favorite, you know that right?”
Shifty Powers
Oh my, this sweethearts face would get so red when he sees you just laying down ask getting comfortable on his chest. He was honestly scared you could hear his heart beating because it was going so fast. He would timidly out his hand on your back and hold you gently. Honestly he’s the most comfortable person you could ever sleep with, Like just relaxing with him will make you instantly fall asleep. He’s so sweet the whole time, just rubbing your back and hugging in the best way ever. When he sees that your sleeping a huge smile appears on his face, he is in absolute awe of your beauty and he just loves you so much.
Frank Perconte
When he sees you laying down on his shoulder his body just rushes with love omg. He would be a little nervous at first but I think after awhile he would out of instinct just wrap his arms around you and hold you close, and in reaction to that I think he’d get really sleepy, like he’d be trying to fight sleep the whole time, just because he didn’t want to be rude. But when calls your name and you don’t answer back, He would look at you and see that you’re sleeping. He would he admiring you so hard, just thinking to himself how cute you are in his arms, before he finally fell asleep himself.
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hi dove! i can't believe i've never requested anything on your blog! could you possibly write a enemies to lovers - lewis nixon x reader? maybe where feelings are discovered after one of them gets hurt/captured/something like that! you know i'm a sucker for angst with tons of fluff! thanks for being awesome!
mads <3
Coming Clean
Lewis Nixon x reader
A/N: omg hi Mads! Thank you so much for the request 🤗 I love your work (especially the way you write Nix) so I really hope you enjoy this!
I edited and wrote the last half of this fic while sick, so if this is totally incoherent, that's why - and I'll just have to do my best to fix it when I'm better😆
(As always this is written for the fictional depictions from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans!) 💕🕊️
Warnings: language, mentions of war
“I am not being overdramatic,” Nixon insists in what can only fairly be described as a rather theatrical tone.
Dick only glances up from across the table, an eyebrow quirked as he studies his friend. He nods slightly. Thank you for proving my point, the gesture seems to say.
“Nix,” he says, his tone serious, even though he opts for his friend’s nickname instead of a more reprimanding Lewis. “I don’t think comparing anyone to Sobel is fair.”
Nixon drops his fork and holds his hands up in surrender. “Whoa, okay. All I said was that if she wanted to, (Y/N) could give him a run for his money. That’s all.”
“They’re nothing alike,” Dick deadpans.
Nothing alike? A bit nondramatic, in Nixon’s opinion. An understatement for sure. He starts to protest, but Dick cuts him off.
“I think the two of you just got off on the wrong foot.”
Scoffing, Nixon leans back in his chair. “Well, I wouldn’t call overhearing someone explicitly talking about how they think you’re unqualified for your job getting off on the wrong foot. But close enough, I guess.”
“That’s not what I said.”
The voice is enough to startle both Nixon and Winters – although the ginger presses his lips together in a way that suggests he’s only just managing to repress a smile as he takes in your arrival on the scene. Nixon, on the other hand, has to forcibly close his mouth to stop from gaping at your sudden presence.
“What I said,” you continue. “was that I wasn’t sure how well a Yale man would hold his ground amongst the other officers.”
A frown tugs at the corners of Nixon’s mouth. For once, he’s grateful that part of his upbringing included lessons in how to conceal one’s true emotions lest someone gain the upper hand by using them against him. He presses his lips into a thin line and steels himself.
“Remind me where you studied again, Lieutenant?”
Your face pales. Bingo! You may have had him there for a second, but he’s struck a nerve.
“It was just a joke,” you say, your voice quiet.
Nixon only shrugs before turning back to Dick. There are footsteps as you walk away, but he doesn’t turn to see you go. Instead, he tries to concentrate on his tray of food. Tries being the operative word, since Dick seems intent on staring at him with that look of utter disappointment on his face that could make a saint feel guilty.
“What?” He stabs some broccoli with his fork, not looking up.
Dick sighs. “It was a joke, Nix.”
The potatoes on the corner of his tray are his next victim. Unseasoned and questionably cooked as they are, Nixon still puts all his focus into getting them firmly on his fork.
“Why does it bother you so much?”
Now he looks up. “Huh?”
“The joke,” Dick clarifies. “Why did it bother you so much?”
It’s not so much that the jab at his alma mater bothers him. It’s just . . . Huh. Why does it bother him? The way it’s said, perhaps, or the people it was said in front of. After all, it was one of the first things that you said upon Nixon’s arrival after his promotion. Not a good look for a newcomer in such a prestigious position. If he wanted people to poke fun at him despite his achievements, he could have just stayed home.
Sure, that’s probably it, he tells himself. You’ve just hit a nerve. No need to psychoanalyze this whole thing.
To Dick’s question, he only shrugs.
His friend, thankfully, does not press the issue.
. . .
Lewis Nixon, you’re beginning to realize, does not forgive and forget.
Well, that’s too bad, because all the other officers seem to think that he’s funny and charming. And they’re right. But clearly those qualities are not on display whenever you’re around. And you’re not about to ingratiate yourself to him by groveling for forgiveness over some stupid offhanded joke.
Too bad. Because you’re a big enough person to admit that despite his flaws, Lewis Nixon has his good qualities – not to mention that he’s handsome.
“Why are you staring at me?”
The sudden question draws you out of your thoughts. You blink, back in the present moment.
“Pardon?”
“You’re staring at me,” Nixon says. He doesn’t look up from the stack of mail that he’s censoring, intent on his work.
You avert your gaze, trying to ignore the heat you feel rushing to your cheeks. The words on the letter in front of you turn to nonsense the more you try to focus on them. If you work hard enough, you won’t be tempted to let your thoughts wander to the man sitting across the table from you.
“Here.” A letter lands on top of the one you’re reading as Nixon, once again, interrupts your thoughts. Startled, you look up to find him looking at you rather expectantly.
The letter he’s tossed to you looks familiar. It takes you a moment to realize that it’s written in your handwriting – a letter that you wrote to your family back in the states. When you glance up at him, he turns back to his own work.
“You spelled accommodate wrong. Thought you might want to fix it before sending it off to your family.”
Oh of course he would point out your mistake like that! Anyone else would have let it go. Your family will be so thrilled by the letter that they wouldn’t even give the misspelling a second thought.
The sigh that you push through your nose comes out louder than you expect it to. Nixon, however, doesn’t look up. Swallowing your pride, you aim for a tone that’s halfway pleasant.
“Thank you, Nixon.”
Is it your imagination, or does the corner of his mouth twitch slightly? A smirk, perhaps.
“You’re welcome, (Y/L/N).”
. . .
Though the world no longer trembles with the barrage of artillery fire, you keep your hands pressed firmly over your ears, staying low in the foxhole. Is it the cold causing you to shake, or the adrenaline that still courses through your veins?
You had been out making rounds when the shelling began, just trying to make sure that the rest of Easy Company was okay. The shellings are always unexpected, but this one caught you out in the open, exposed. You had had to dive into the nearest foxhole, hoping for the best as you hid from the explosions just outside.
Someone had grunted when you fell into the foxhole, your elbow connecting with their stomach. There had been no chance to apologize over the loud, cracking booms that filled the air.
After a shelling, there always seems to be a moment – a split second, really – of silence before it all goes to hell again. Then the calls for a medic will break out and everyone will jump into action, throwing around orders amid the screams and groans of the injured.
Now, as you wait for the few seconds of silence, you feel the person beneath you shift.
“Sorry,” you mutter, your arms shaking as you attempt to push yourself off of them.
“Christ,” a familiar voice grumbles. “My fucking ribs.”
Nixon’s voice is all the motivation that you need to push yourself the rest of the way off of him. Still full of adrenaline, you push yourself back on your heels, staying low in the foxhole, but ready to leave at a moment’s notice.
The Princeton man rubs his ribs. “You came out of nowhere. That really – “ He pauses, his expression shifting into one that you’ve never seen on him before as his brows furrow. Gently, he leans towards you. “Hey, (Y/N). Are you okay?”
“I-I’m fine.”
“You look – “
Ka-BOOM!
The air splits in two as the second round starts. The shell must hit somewhere very near your foxhole, because the reverberations its impact sends through the ground cause you to topple forward, straight into Nixon.
Before you can even think about pushing yourself away from him again, something strange happens: you feel his arms wrap around you, drawing you in, close and tight, as the barrage continues. You bury your face in his shoulder.
When the second round ends, you both remain still, breathing heavily as you wait for whatever comes next. Only when it’s clear that the Germans are no longer firing do you pull away from each other. Neither of you looks the other in the eye.
“Sorry about your ribs.”
“Huh? Oh. They’re fine.”
Neither of you leaves the foxhole until absolutely necessary. And the next time that the Germans begin firing, when you somehow find yourself back in the same foxhole, neither of you seem to question how easily you wrap your arms around each other, bracing for the impacts and explosions.
The fog of war is a hell of a thing.
. . .
“Medic! We need a medic!”
The call is so unexpected that Nixon actually stops midsentence and turns his attention towards the panicked voice. Several others follow suit. After all, in the middle of Berchtesgaden, who would need a medic? It’s not like they’re in combat. And there’s nothing and no one around that should be putting anyone in danger.
Dick jumps into action immediately. Of course he does; he cares so deeply for his men – anyone can see that. It’s especially evident in this moment as he steps forward to intercept the panicked looking Talbert.
“What’s going on?” he asks.
“(Y/L/N) needs a medic.”
Despite his wishes, Nixon feels his heart skip a beat at the mention of your name. It’s because of the startling and unusual news that Tab is delivering, he tells himself.
“For what?” he asks at the same time that Dick takes charge of the situation, charging down the street they’ve been standing on, yelling out that he needs to find Doc Roe.
As soldiers snap to attention trying to find the trusted medic, Nixon moves closer to Talbert.
“What happened to (Y/L/N)?”
Talbert takes a step back, his eyes wide, like he’s being confronted by a madman. Sure, Nixon’s tone was a little demanding – a little worried – but there’s really no need for the other man to look so shocked.
“A couple of us were out exploring the woods,” Tab explains. “She caught her ankle on a root and tripped. Might be just a sprain, but it looks pretty nasty.”
“Where is she now?”
“We got her back to the house that she was quartering in – Hey! Nix, where are you going?”
Talbert’s voice fades behind him as Nixon rushes down the street. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he’s vaguely aware of people stopping to stare at him as he passes, his pace a barely restrained run.
Several shocked faces look up at him when he bursts into the house. He stops in the doorway of the living room, staring into where you are.
You sit on the couch, one leg propped up beside you. Other than the swelling in your ankle, you look okay – if not a little surprised, that is, to see Nixon gaping at you like this. For what it’s worth, the few Easy men who are scattered throughout the living room look just as stunned.
“(Y/N),” Nixon breathes. Coming back to himself, he clears his throat, willing his heart rate to slow down to normal levels.
“Um . . . I think we should – we should maybe clear out, yeah guys? Give (Y/N) some room to breathe,” Babe suggests.
Casting glances between you and Nixon, the other men squeeze past him in the doorway as they make their way out of the house. Behind him, the door closes, but Nixon doesn’t move. Somewhere within the house, through all the silence between the two of you, a clock chimes to signal the top of the hour.
“Can I help you?” You finally ask.
“We’re at the end of the war.” Nixon’s voice, once again, is louder than he intended it to be. He clears his throat again before pushing on. “We’re at the end of the war, and you somehow got hurt.”
“I tripped in the woods. So what?”
“So what? I was worried about you!” The words are out of his mouth before they have his permission to be spoken. They’ve escaped before he truly grasps the gravity of what he’s just said.
You quirk an eyebrow – a rather sarcastic expression that he’s come to know on you, but your voice is quiet when you ask, “You were worried about me?”
He was worried about you, he realizes suddenly. And he’s been worried about you for some time now, though he can’t place when his feelings towards you softened, when he started to care.
“Yeah,” he admits. “I want you to get home safely.”
“Why is that?”
His head spins. Maybe you should have been put in intelligence, the way that you’re pressuring him for answers while keeping a collected tone. It’s exasperating, honestly, how you’ve somehow gained the upper hand.
But part of him . . . likes the feeling it gives him when the two of you spar like this.
Something tugs at the corners of your mouth. It might be a smile you’re trying to suppress, or one of the smirks that he’s come to know so well.
“Nixon, I think you’re very bad at expressing your emotions.”
He blinks. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” With your propped leg taking up the space beside you on the couch, you instead gesture to the chair that sits nearby. Without knowing why, Nixon takes a seat. It’s a bit like waiting outside the principal’s office, the anticipation of it all. “But,” you continue. “it’s kind of cute to see you so flustered.”
You’re messing with him, surely. Yet he can’t find any sort of witty comeback.
After a moment of staring at each other, you nod with the assurance of someone who has finally made up their mind and is resigned to their fate. “I think it’s time I finally came clean.”
“About?”
“I think you know. But just to watch you squirm, I’m going to start at the beginning.”
He’s heard you tell stories before. The two of you could be here for a long time.
But, he thinks as you start your narrative, he’s starting to realize that he wouldn’t want it any other way.
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Hello everyone I am ballad-of-birdy-lamb but you can call me Birdy! I used to be @Mystic-bumble but I accidentally deleted my account. 😭
I will write for The Hunger Games, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, Band of Brothers, The Pacific, I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream, Brave New World, 1984, and To Kill a Mockingbird!!!
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Ellen
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AM
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PAIRING: Dick Winters x Reader
GENRE: Tooth-rotting fluff. Cavity-inducing even.
SUMMARY: Aimless Austria sweetness featuring shirtless Dick Winters because I am a simple woman with simple needs. Yes I was in fact listening to Older by 5SOS when writing this.
DEDICATIONS: @liebgotts-lovergirl because you can bet your ass this is me projecting all of the love I have for Major Winters into a ficlet after that cute prompt you sent me
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Ive found it, the best part of fierce valor.
Im literally sitting here laughing at the visual of Ronald Speirs beet-red from embarrassment
61 notes - Posted October 6, 2022
#3
In light of everything I just cranked out in a five hour period
66 notes - Posted November 17, 2022
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that scene where Nixon almost smacks Speirs with a jeep , turns around, glares at him, and all the while Speirs is deadass standing in the street with his loot like “🧍🏽” will never NOT proceed to take me out
72 notes - Posted October 18, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
I think about pretty buzzed Ronald Charles Speirs and Lewis Nixon III at least once a day thanks for asking
sliding down the wall … screaming … crying … 2/3 of my husbands in the same frame … real facts true …
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I posted 1,773 times in 2022
That's 1,144 more posts than 2021!
132 posts created (7%)
1,641 posts reblogged (93%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@softguarnere
@latibvles
@emmythespacecowgirl
@mccall-muffin
@hbowardaily
I tagged 1,767 of my posts in 2022
#omgg - 410 posts
#bob - 187 posts
#band of brothers - 164 posts
#daww - 103 posts
#reminders - 102 posts
#nature - 96 posts
#oooh - 91 posts
#hbo war - 86 posts
#relatable tbh - 86 posts
#joe liebgott - 83 posts
Longest Tag: 138 characters
#and i find the pov of this so interesting bc for parts of it it's like seeing 2 ppl fall in love thru the eyes of the ppl around them 🥺💖
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Starry the Musical: Vincent Van Gogh (1/4)
"The sight of the starry night makes me dream"
31 notes - Posted July 20, 2022
#4
And to celebrate the end of Pride Month, the Duffer brothers have generously revamped a new version of homophobia just for us 🥴
43 notes - Posted July 1, 2022
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Starry the Musical: Theo Van Gogh (4/4)
"You've carried me more than you'll ever know..."
45 notes - Posted July 23, 2022
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Fire On Fire: Chapter 1
(Ch. 2)
Gallery II Taglist Application II Symbol Guide
Summary: With WWII raging across the European Theatre, OSS agent Alix "Pyro" Martinelli and paratrooper Joe Liebgott are forced to navigate their star-crossed romance at the worst possible time. With the knowledge that one or both of them could end up dead before the war's end, will their secret love survive the horrors that await them or break under the pressure?
Simultaneously, as he prepares to send her into enemy territory, first-time case officer/handler Lewis Nixon struggles to shoulder the ever-present fear that the agent he's come to see as his little sister may not make it back alive.
A/N: Here it is!! Y'all know the drill lol, everything BoB is strictly based on the miniseries & my own headcanons, not the real-life ppl. Also pls be nice to me, this is the first thing I've written since like 2018-2019. It'll get better hopefully lol. (And yes, I'm making y'all wait for that coveted first interaction between Lieb x Alix lol bc I'm evil) 💖
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My #1 post of 2022
Beside You (Ron Speirs x Reader Oneshot)
Pairing: Ron Speirs x Female!Reader
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff
For @brassknucklespeirs (Happy birthday, lovely!! I hope you like this💖 )
A/N: Me, using a Marianas Trench song for a ficlet? You’re damn right lol 😆
When your tears are spent
On your last pretense
And your tired eyes refuse to close
And sleep in your defense
You didn’t let yourself cry until you were alone, Ron knew that much, so when he saw you disappear into the stillness of the frigid Bastogne night, he knew exactly where you were headed.
The days of ruthless shelling by the Germans had felled several trees in the nearby area, splintering them to bits…all except one, which lay across the snow a good 8-10 feet away from the rows of foxholes, tucked away behind a steep embankment, away from view.
It was the perfect place to seek refuge for a brief second and as the company’s only combat nurse, God, did you need it. Try as he might, Doc Roe couldn’t be everywhere at once and that was where you came in.
From your first day with Easy, you’d made it your mission to get to know every single trooper so that even in the heat of battle, when someone screamed “Medic!”, you could recognize their voice in an instant and get there. You would talk to them as you treated them, about anything they wanted: their families, their hometowns, sports teams, films, whatever they needed to keep them focused and awake. These men were trusting you with their lives and you would not let them down. You were friendly, hardworking, and dedicated to your field and your company; you never let gunfire or explosions hinder you. If you were needed, you were there.
It was your warm and selfless nature that had first caught the eye of the infamous Ronald Speirs. You captivated him. How could someone so generous, so full of life, be here, in a place like this? You were an angel trapped in Hell but it didn't dim your shine, not even for a moment. You would give the shirt off your back to anyone who needed it, always the first to lend a hand and the last to quit at the day's end.
Your vitality and generosity meant that you made friends easily, something that the withdrawn and mysterious Ron so envied. Like a magnet, people just gravitated towards you, happy to bask in your energetic glow, and Ron would watch quietly from the sidelines with a goofy smile on his face like a smitten schoolboy. You were like human sunshine, a balm to his hardened & war-torn soul.
When it's in your spine
Like you've walked for miles
And the only thing you want is just to
Be still for a while
But Bastogne…Bastogne was a whole different beast, even for someone as dynamic and exuberant as you. The conditions were abysmal, supplies almost nonexistent, and tensions running sky-high.
Most of the men you treated were lovely and appreciative of your care, but some… some weren’t.
You'd first heard the mutterings after the deaths of two Replacements. One had been shot by a sniper that no one had spotted in time and the other had taken the brunt of a particularly nasty firefight. Campbell and Ulrich were both good kids and in both cases, you had done your best with what little you had but it just wasn’t enough. The wounds were too severe and you didn't have the equipment needed to perform a surgery that risky nor could you do it by yourself, on the battlefield of all places. All you could do was kneel beside them, hands bathed in blood, and whisper broken apologies for not being able to do more as they passed.
Eugene, all too familiar with this sort of loss, told you that you needed to forgive yourself.
“There was nothin’ more you coulda done for 'em, cher,” he said as he handed you half of a bandage he'd scavenged.
But in your heart, you just couldn’t believe that and neither could some of the boys.
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I currently have a few WIP’s in my drafts for Bill and Toye, but I’d love to get some ( x Reader) requests sent in! I had a blast with my first one I did for Liebgott and would love to try my hand at some others.
I will accept requests for (just because I feel the most comfortable with these characters at the moment):
Bill Guarnere (love of my life)
Joe Liebgott
Joe Toye
Lewis Nixon
Ron Spiers
Can be anything from fluff to smut 🥰😘
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I would love an imagine with lewis nixon with a little angst that turns into fluff, please!
𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞 ; 𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧
pairing: lewis nixon x fem!reader
plot: relationships sometimes get rough, even in the middle of te war –but lewis is here to doubt that.
word count: 2,367
(dm or request for me to my taglist if you want to ʚ♡⃛ɞ(•ᴗ•❁))
dating lewis nixon was not definitely easy. yeah, he was nearly alcoholic, he had a daring persona, and the meaning of the “healthy connection with parents” was unknown for him. although, he was a good guy with a clear brain and the best humour you had ever known, and not to mention, he was protective as hell towards you. lewis’ fear, that you were gonna find a much better guy than him before he got to marry you was really, really strong: you were one of the most honoured women -hell, even between men- at the army. your strategies always worked, and you even had the connection with the secret service, planning and writing the commands, even when nobody was capable of thinking about victory or success in the middle of chaos. you had names like speirs, who was a living legend just like you -you were the “battle widow”, even if you never had a spouse, not even at home, or a lover.
until now.
in the first months of your relationship, each of you were at toccoa, every moment with each other was filled with love and soft smiles, cheeky comments on this and that, warm sheets around you in the morning or after a very lovely night -because by each other's side, you could do anything. but before they went to aldbourne, fort benning or camp mackall, you needed to move to washington, back to the centre of everything -they needed you. meanwhile, lewis got more somber and serious, just the war, he’s just worried a little bit, you thought. you were too nervous as hell, if he gets shot or injured, if something permanent happens… you didn't want to think about it, either. his best friend, winters was a good man too -sometimes even better than lewis-, and the night before you got up to the train, you asked him to look over lewis -of course he don’t gotta be able to carry him or something, just assure that he don’t do something dumb and don’t hurt himself or anybody else. your heart stung when he got out from the view, but grabbing the necklace at your chest -he gave it to you on the date you kissed-, you somehow knew that everything was gonna be alright.
but now, little things scared you -or these were just little things to him, but to you, they were very big. at first, lewis’ letters got shorter and shorter, in turn they were still out of danger, and while you wrote at least one page, his writing was barely a half or one fourth of a paper long. and the second, you got news that he’s drinking more and more. okay, maybe these things were bigger than they would have been, but nah, you were just in love, no? probably, he was just too busy, or something was wrong with the transporting of the letters, or… you tried to collect reasons desperately, legitimating that you and him are alright. you even expected to write to winters, to spy about lewis, but you never wanted to involve him in something he was not supposed to be involved in -your problem was just yours and your boyfriend’s. the moment when you got back to your tiny apartment after two long day -you had to sleep in there because of the nonstop readiness-, you dared to dial the number of the centre of aldbourne’s military station. maybe he’s in the near, or some of his friends and you can talk with him.
-please, just pick up -you muttered, a little blunt sound pricked in the line of the phone. after a few seconds, you heard a little shuffling.
-camp aldbourne’s military station centre, what can i help? -you sighed when you heard winters, sitting down on the couch to speak a little bit calmer.
-hi, i’m (y/n), and… can you please toss me to lewis? is he near of you? -you asked warily, hoping that the answer was gonna be a “yes, of course”.
-sorry, but he’s with lipton and harry welsh. perhaps if i call you back later, can you keep it a little bit?
-yeah, of course, but winters -you jabbered, and continued before he could say anything. -is lewis… okay?
you heard winters exhaling, and you felt that he’s thinking. but what about? that lewis’ worse? how worse?
-lew’s fine, he’s just… his things just got together, but he handles it. is everything okay, or…
-no, just give him, please. thanks -you shaked off, feeling a little guilty about your tone, but all you wanted to hear was your boyfriend. a couple of moments later you got what you wanted -but not how you wanted.
-hey, (y/n), what’s up? -you squinted on the question. what’s up? he always asked “how are you” or “are you okay, baby”, but not shitty “what’s up”.
-hi, lewis. is everything alright, love? i am… a little worried about you -you began, circling your finger on the fabric of the sofa.
-you don’t need to, ‘kay? everything's fine, just mind your own business or i don’t know.
you almost gulped at this, hoping he doesn't hear the bitter mumble. but now, you knew that with gentleness, you’re not gonna get to know anything.
-okay, fine. but then why did you not answer my letters? or calls?
-i wrote to you, everytime.
-but not as much as-
-(y/n) don’t do this, okay? i don’t have time, and-
-neither i, lew.
all you hoped was that he gets silent on the end of the line, and thinks about you. how you miss him, how you want him to lay beside you in the night, or keeping his hand on your thigh a little bit possessively when he drives -somewhere, to the place that only you and him know about. but the massive, bitter taste on your tongue didn’t want to let go.
-listen, (y/n), i don’t have time for this. i’m busy, i have to administer a lot, practice a lot, and we are on the edge of fighting. i know it’s hard for you, but you have to get used to it.
-and this is not hard for you? those letters don’t matter to you?
-jesus, why does every woman be like this? you’re like my mother, y/n.
your face frowned, and your brain fumbled -did he say this for real?
-god no, lew. i’m just worried about you, i care about you, you fucker, i go to sleep with the consciousness that you don’t… you’re not gonna survive, or anything!
-that’s right, because i don’t know what’s gonna happen, damn it! i’m going to jump out in the middle of the war, and maybe get injured, but you only worry about your dumb fucking letters!
-then fuck you, okay? how am i supposed to write to you in the middle of the night, when i could sleep too, but keep up to show you that i love you! and you just shit down these letters, how am i supposed to keep everything together when you don’t give a fuck about us, or anything? -you nearly shouted, and you knew that some of his colleagues watch him from the corner of his eyes.
-because you’re fucking perfect, miss “widow of war”, miss “everybody loves me”, and you know everything better than anyone! i hate this, that everytime i get compared to you, and get the shit!
-i never wanted to be better, how can you say a thing like this? i love the way you are, lew! but you give up, because mom’s little son never was in the target, where everything’s fucked up! -a single tear wetted your shirt, you stopped your shaking breakdown with the batting of your lashes.
then, it became silent. you didn’t know what was gonna happen, but you hoped that he’s gonna respond, even if your face was nearly bright red from the anger.
-yeah, maybe that’s my fault. but your fault is that you don’t fuck someone better.
the words burned into your ears, sliding down to your stomach, pulled out the worst kind of failure from you.
-fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! -crying out, not knowing that he’s hearing you or not -not caring either-, you flunked the phone with all of your force to the table, trying to get away from it as far as you could.
you didn’t remember much that night, only the sadness blew up in your soul stronger and stronger. you felt so strange in your house, feeling the emptiness like never before -falling on knees, letting the darkness inside.
✧༺♡༻∞
stepping on the muddy dutch ground, your stomach grumbled at the thought of the things that wait here for you. colonel sink sent a message that the american army in europe needs reinforcement -that’s why you were here, making plenty of good decisions, keeping the battalion, the companies together, and… maybe meeting with your lover. or ex-lover? you didn’t know, you only knew that you’re not gonna let the burning hole inside your soul take the lead ahead.
-it’s such a pleasure to see you, colonel (y/l/n). our state was getting a little bit lower this time, but all of the people fight with all of their force. want some coffee, colonel? -captain heyliger asked you, while you took your coat off, the beige-brown, oversized shirt tucked into your pants covered the white t-shirt you wore, the necklace brushed at your skin. the movement flew with bringing back some bad memories.
-no, thank you. all i want is to jump in the middle of the work, that’s why i’m here -you smiled, hoping that you don’t meet with anyone you don’t want to. but now, lewis and you were exactly neutral to each other, you had nothing to be ashamed of. sitting down in the big office, you began to write, didn’t see who came in -seeing his silhouettes in the glass of the cabinet, for lewis’ fortune, this was the cause of your inner peace. the man behind you didn’t say anything -standing there, you can’t stand a question.
-are you gonna stay there forever, or do you want something? -your voice was never colder towards him. and this wasn’t your fault.
-i just heard that you arrived here.
-i did.
silence again. fucking empty, fucking helpless silence.
-and i wanted to talk with you, too.
-and what held you back until this time?
-’just thought you’re busy -yeah, i was busy searching for another man, you could say, but didn't have the courage to say it. after the loss, with broken skin and soul, you never wanted to give him a broken heart too.
-yeah, i was.
-but i’m here now. and i’m talking with you. or at least i want to.
-and what if i don’t want to, huh? perhaps nothing, because you don’t care about my feelings -echoing this sentence in your mind, you didn’t let out. let him talk. maybe he can be better this time, no?
lewis stepped closer, his frame in the sharp gaze got heavier and taller.
-and… i wanted to say sorry. for everything i said before. and those unsent letters, those unspoken words that show how much i love you. and that how much i missed you, for real. not just your silly but meaningful worries, or the moments we made together… i want you back. i want you back with all of this stuff, and i know that i barely can make up for this, i should have written those letters, but… turns out that really, i am the asshole.
you stayed quiet, all the time he spoke, he had a little bit thinner voice -another sign that he rarely did this in his life. and yeah, maybe lewis was sometimes an asshole, your asshole, the biggest asshole you could imagine… but in the end, lewis was just himself. lewis was lewis, the little bit alcoholic, loudmouthed as hell, yet mostly dependable, protective friend. and boyfriend, how good boyfriend.
-i understand, if you don’t want to stay with me, or… anythin-
you didn’t let him to end the sentence, standing up, turning to him, giving him hope like you always had. standing before lewis, you saw the rough circles under his eyes, the little, hairline-thin, maroon tears on his cheeks or his lips, you realized you can’t be mad at him.
-i want to stay with you, forever. i just thought that… you think the things serious, what you told me. i don’t want another, i want you, too. i want your love, so just please… show me, okay?
his eyes melted at your silent words, almost whispers in his ears, fading beside the beating of his blood. sliding one of his arms around your waist, just how you like, bringing you closer to him -just like on one of the nights in each other’s presence-, his other arms’s fingers sliding through yours, just like your favourite book what he bought for you months ago; you don’t wanted to end it without him.
-i’ll always show you, miss perfection -his voice is totally harmless, a silk that brushes against your ear, you smile a little bit, finding the pieces from the two of you that belong together -because that’s how it works. grabbing a little bit on his lusty hands, almost brushing your cheeks against his;
-thank you. i almost wanted to search for someone better -you began, enjoying teasing him-, but guess i’m too tired for it. i found the best, it’s so hard to look for another.
his smirk woke the most powerful love in the pit of your heart, leaning closer to him, giving a kiss to your temple, your brain almost got too dizzy already.
-too tired, hm?
all you were able to do is a weak-at-the-knees nod, smiling like never in the former months. lewis chuckled a little bit, bringing your lips to his, letting all the air and soreness running out from you, his hands and lips burning on your body like the good old times back in the time;
-what a shame.
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Timeless
Lewis Nixon x Reader
Masterlist
A/N: can i just say, SPEAK NOW TV IS AMAZING!!! literally my childhood. after hearing "timeless" and instantly falling in love with it, i got the sudden inspiration to write! hbo owns the rights, and this is about the fictional portrayal of easy company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog! Enjoy!
Summary: The Nixons look back on their life as they're preparing to move.
Warnings: major fluff
Nixon, New Jersey: 1985
"Mom, why couldn't I have stayed at home? I don't want to go through Gran and Gramp's junk!"
Mary took a deep breath and restrained from exploding on her 14-year-old daughter. "They've lived in this house for almost 40 years, Kimberly, so naturally we need a ton of help getting them moved out."
Rolling her eyes, she sat on the floor with a huff, grabbing the nearest box. She opened it and discovered it was filled to the brim with photographs. Most were black and white, but the ones near the top were vibrant with color. Those dated back to around 71' when Kim was born. Smiling to herself, she sorted through her own pictures first before moving on to the older, monochrome photos.
The first one she pulled out was of her parents, dressed to the nines at a school dance. Mary was wearing a beautiful aqua dress with her hair pulled back into a teased bun. Kim chuckled at the giant beehives girls used to style their hair in.
"Don't even, Kim," her mother smirked, going through a box of her own. "Hair like that was all the rage in the 60s."
The teenager flipped the photo over. "What year was this?"
Scooting over to her daughter, Mary fondly looked at the picture. "I think it was our senior prom, so 1967, I think. Your father proposed to me a few months after that."
Soon, the duo went through the rest of the box but stopped when they saw a bundle of paper and photos at the bottom of it.
"What's this?" Kim whispered, picking up the stack and inspecting it. "Are these letters?"
Before she could open one up, two battered photos slid out of the bundle, falling onto the hardwood floor. As Kim picked them up, she froze.
"Is this Gram and Gramps?" Gaped Kim.
Nodding slowly, her mother took the photos from her, looking over them herself. "I've never even seen these before."
The black-and-white pictures depicted a couple kissing goodbye during the war and the same couple laughing as they ran out of a church on their wedding day, rice flying through the air.
Each had a date and description on the back.
Our wedding day - July 10, 1940
Lew leaving for basic training - 1942
Before either could comment, another voice filled the room.
"I see you've found our photo albums. Lew! They're in here!"
(Y/n) Nixon walked in and sat on a nearby couch, gesturing for the bundle. A few seconds later, her husband of 43 years strolled into the room, his signature smirk on his face. "I told you we put them in this closet, honey."
"Lewis Nixon, you liar," (y/n) laughed. "Not five minutes ago, you were saying that you put them in the garage!"
Throwing his hands up in surrender, he ruffled his granddaughter's hair before sitting next to his wife on the couch. "Are you gonna let her talk to me like that, squirt?"
Kim cackled, enjoying their banter. "Most of the time, you deserve it, Gramps."
Lew looked at his daughter with raised eyebrows. "She sure is your daughter, alright."
"And your granddaughter," quipped (y/n).
Looking down at the box in his wife's arms, Lewis smiled to himself as he reached for the picture of them on their wedding day. "I remember this like it was yesterday."
"Me too. There's no way it was forty-some years ago."
Kissing (y/n)'s temple, he pulled her close to him. "If it's any consolation, you still look as beautiful as the day I first saw you."
Getting up from the floor, Kim moved and sat next to the couple. "How did you two meet again? I know you've told me, but I forgot."
Lew placed an arm around her and took a deep breath. "Well, Grams and I met in a diner when she got blinded by my beauty and spilled water all over me."
"Lewis," (y/n) scoffed, hitting his chest playfully.
He smirked. "Alright, alright. She tripped and fell for me."
"Here we go again," Mary joked as she prepared for the story she'd heard a million times but never tired of...
Nixon, New Jersey: 1938
It was a hot and sunny Saturday in August when 19-year-old Lewis Nixon and his best friend, Bobby Monroe, escaped the latest highfaluting party held at the Nixon residence. Even though the depression still gripped the country, affluent families like the Nixons and the Monroes didn't have to worry about money like everybody else.
"You hungry?" Lew asked, already anticipating his friend's answer.
Bobby rolled his eyes. "Always. I'll do anything to get away from these stupid things."
"I know how you feel. It's always, 'Lewis, this is Mr. Johnson. And this is his snobby daughter, Alice, or whatever that one's name is."
Hopping into Lewis' brand new Lincoln Zephyr, they set out for the nearby town of Edison, New Jersey.
As they drove, Bobby looked around them, contemplating his food options. "Where do you want to go, Lew?"
"I heard there is a new place up the street called Morgan's Cafe. Wanna try it?"
"As long as they've got edible food, I'm in," Bobby chuckled, clutching his growling stomach. "I'm starving!"
"Good thing it's right here, then.”
After parking, the boys entered the diner with a ding and sat down at a window booth.
“Welcome to Morgan’s! We’ll be with you in a moment,” a soft voice called from the back of the diner.
Minutes later, while the boys were deep in conversation, the kitchen doors opened, and what Lew saw stole the words from his mouth. His gaze was stuck on the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. The boy couldn't help but feel captivated by the girl's dazzling smile, stunning (y/h/c) hair, and cute pink diner uniform, which left him speechless.
Noticing his friend's expression, Bobby looked over his shoulder to see what the big fuss was. He immediately understood as the girl rounded the table, handing them menus with a smile.
"Hi, my name is (y/n), and I'm going to be your server today. What can I get you two fellas to start out?"
Both of the teenagers mind's were thinking one thing:
'What a dame!'
Bobby broke the awkward silence, clearing his throat. "Could I have an RC Cola, please?"
"Sure thing," she nodded, turning to Nixon, who still couldn't form a coherent thought. "What would you like to drink?"
Words? What were words? What were thoughts? All Lewis knew was that the girl, no, young woman, in front of him was stunning. He looked like a deer in headlights as she spoke to him. Luckily, Bobby kicked his friend's leg under the table, breaking him from his trance.
"I'll have a water, please."
"Alrighty," she chirped. "I'll be right back with those."
The boys' eyes followed her until she disappeared behind the kitchen doors. At the same time, they turned toward each other with wide eyes.
"Wow. I've never seen a girl leave you speechless, Lew."
Chuckling, he ran his hand through his hair. "I know. And that's saying something."
In the few minutes she was in the kitchen, Lewis racked his brain for things to say to her. He didn't want to sound like a jerk but wanted to make an impression. Most of the time he met girls, he was introduced by his mother or father at their dinner parties, so he didn't fully know how to act in his current situation.
As (y/n) emerged from the kitchen and strolled over, his heart pounded as he tried to maintain his composure. Unbeknownst to her, a small wrinkle in the floor mat lay in wait for an unsuspecting victim. As fate would have it, amid her stride, her foot caught on the edge and caused her to stumble forward. Time seemed to slow down as she desperately tried to stop the drinks from flying towards the boys.
Lewis, caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events, could only watch in disbelief as the impending disaster unfolded. His half-confident demeanor vanished, replaced by an expression of mild shock and bemusement.
Within seconds, the glass of water made contact with Lew's finely tailored suit, showering him with a cascade of cool, refreshing water. Droplets splashed against his lapel, forming a constellation of wet spots across the fabric, while rivulets trickled down, leaving a damp trail on his pants
As the initial surprise washed over him, the teenager's face transformed into a mixture of surprise and amusement. His lips curled into a half-smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling with genuine humor. Instead of frustration, a sense of amusement colored his reaction. A completely dry Bobby busted out laughing the same time Lew did, knowing the boy could care less about his freshly dry-cleaned suit.
(Y/n)'s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she rushed to his side, her hands instinctively reaching for napkins to remedy the situation.
Her voice tinged with apologies, "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to trip, and then the water... It was an accident, I swear!"
Lewis's face reddened at her touch as he extended a hand to stop her frantic efforts. His smile remained intact, radiating warmth and understanding with a touch of nervousness.
"Don't worry about it. Accidents happen-"
She stepped back slightly, looking at his suit worriedly as she interrupted him. "I'll pay for it to be cleaned. I-I'm so sorry. "
A genius plan came to his mind, and his smile formed into a little smirk. "I know how you can make it up to me."
His swagger was back.
"How?" She asked, hand rubbing her face in embarrassment. "I'll do just about anything."
"Go on a date with me?" He shrugged.
Her embarrassed expression changed into a grin at his question. "I think that can be arranged...." She prompted, unsure of his name.
"Lewis. Lewis Nixon," he stuck out his hand, winking when she took it gently. "When can I pick you up?"
As the pair locked eyes, it felt like they were the only ones in the diner. Electricity ran through them, warming their bodies on the already hot day. Lew noticed a slight blush creeping up her neck and thought it was adorable.
"I get off at 5," she whispered, writing her name and number on a nearby napkin. "Pick me up here?"
He stood and motioned for Bobby to get up. "Sounds like a plan, sweetheart."
Bobby pulled a few dollars out of his wallet and attempted to hand it to the girl. "Here, this is for the drinks."
Keeping her eyes on Lew's soft browns, she shook her head. "Don't worry about it. It's on the house."
In a moment of courage, he leaned down and kissed her on the cheek as he walked toward the door. "See you at 5, (y/n)."
"See you then, Lewis."
The rest was history.
Nixon, New Jersey: 1985
Kimberly's jaw was on the floor at the end of their story. "So you're telling me you basically fell for Gramps the day you met?"
With a chuckle, (y/n) glanced over at her husband who wore a proud grin. "I guess I did, Kim."
"And two years later, we got married," Lewis stated. "But I knew after our second date I was going to marry her."
Kim, already becoming a lovesick pre-teen, was in awe at their story and had to know more. "What happened when the war started?"
At the mention of the war, Lewis' eyes went to the ground. Even after forty years, the horrid images still flashed in his mind. Luckily, (y/n) answered with a tense smile.
"Your Gramps left in the spring of 1942 after Pearl Harbor was attacked. We'd only been married for two years when he left, and saying goodbye was one of the hardest things I've ever done."
New Brunswick Train Station, New Jersey: May 1942
(Y/n) had tried to prepare herself for her husband's departure since he'd volunteered, but when the time came, all preparation went out the window. The reality of where he was going was everpresent in her mind as they walked hand and hand towards the train platform.
She looked up at a wall clock hung beside them: 12:20. They had ten minutes before he'd have to leave. (Y/n)'s heart was aching at the thought of being without the love of her life for an unknown period of time. She refused to even entertain the idea that he might not come back.
Reaching the correct platform, the couple stopped and turned to face one another. (Y/n) had tears in her eyes as she studied his face, committing every detail to memory. The weight of their imminent separation hung heavily in the air.
(Y/n)'s voice trembled as she spoke, her eyes filled with both love and fear. "Lew, promise me you'll come back. Promise me you'll stay safe."
She threw her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder as she added, "I know you can't promise, but I just need to hear you say it. Please."
"I'll come back to you," he whispered into her hair, trying to memorize what it felt like to hold her in his arms. "I promise."
Pulling away, what was left of (y/n)'s resolve cracked at a stray tear that leaked down her husband's face. She broke into sobs, and Lewis had to hold in his own as he pulled her back into his embrace.
"I don't know what I'm going to do without you, Lew. I don't think I can do this."
He leaned back and gently wiped her tears off of her shining cheeks before cupping them softly. "You can, (y/n). You're the strongest person I know. We can do this, sweetheart."
The train whistle blew loudly, announcing that boarding had started, and (y/n)'s heart dropped to her stomach. The clock read 12:37. How could she say goodbye to her whole world in 3 minutes?
(Y/n) held onto him tightly, burying her face in his shoulder. "Oh, Lew, I love you more than words can say. I'll be here waiting for you, praying for your safe return every day."
He kissed her forehead, his touch gentle and tender. "I love you too, (y/n), more than life itself. I'll write to you as much as I can, and be waiting for yours. We'll make it through this together."
As the distant sound of a train whistle pierced the air again, she looked up at Lewis, her voice trembling. "Kiss me."
Their final kiss was a bittersweet embrace, filled with an amalgamation of longing, love, and unspoken words. (Y/n)'s delicate fingers brushed against Lewis' cheek as he cupped her face gently, his touch warm and comforting. Their lips met, and time seemed to stand still, capturing the intensity of their affection.
(Y/n) could taste the slight saltiness of her own tears mingling with the sweetness of his lips. She memorized the sensation—the gentle pressure, the soft warmth—as if etching it into her very being. It was a kiss that conveyed a deep yearning, a longing to hold onto this moment forever. But just as their embrace deepened, the piercing sound of a train whistle shattered the tranquility of the station.
They reluctantly broke apart, breaths mingling in the air as their gazes locked on each other. Time stood suspended between them, as if holding its breath, reluctant to let go of their connection.
With a teary smile, he picked up his bags and backed away toward the train car. "I love you," he called over his shoulder. "See you soon., sweetheart."
As the train's doors started to close, reality pressed upon them. They stood there, eyes locked until the very last second, etching the image of each other's faces in their hearts.
And as the train pulled away, taking her husband further from her, (y/n) Nixon stood alone on the platform. She touched her lips, still tingling from their final kiss, a mixture of love and sorrow overwhelming her. She whispered, as if he could hear her across the distance, "Come back to me, Lew. Please, come back."
Nixon, New Jersey: 1985
"Over the 12-hundred-some days that we were separated, a week didn't go by that I didn't write Lew. He wrote when he could, and it always made my heart skip a beat when I'd get a letter from him."
(Y/n) reached into the box and grabbed the large stack of letters. "I still can't believe you kept these after all this time."
Lewis' gaze turned from the ground to his wife with misty eyes. "I could never get rid of them. Your letters were what got me through."
Growing up, anytime Lew spoke about the war, it was only to tell a story about his friends Dick, Harry, and Ron. Even some of those times, he got a far-off look that Mary could recognize. (Y/n) quickly shot her daughter a look, and Mary gently took Kim by the arm.
"Come on, Kimmy. Let's go sort through my old stuff."
Getting up, the 12-year-old wore a confused look. "But we're not done looking thro-"
Mary raised her eyebrows at the pre-teen, ushering her out the door. "Come on."
Once they were out of the room, he gently took the bundle from (y/n) and removed the rubber band holding them all together. Lew randomly grabbed one from his lap and started reading it.
"This one's from January 7th of 45'."
"My Dear Husband,
I hope things are going better than what we've been hearing at home. The fighting in Belgium sounds horrifying. All I can do is pray that you're not there, Lew. I know you haven't been able to write, and deep down, I know you're there. If my gut is right, be careful, darling. I need you to come back to me after all this ends.
On a higher note, I finally caved and got a dog! You'd love her, Lew! She's the most adorable cocker spaniel named Ruby. I've had her for a few weeks and have fallen in love with her cute personality. People who say dogs don't have personalities are stupid. She does this thing where she'll come sit next to me on the couch and listen to me rant about my day. And on the nights when I'm struggling, she'll snuggle next to me and lay her head on my chest. It's like she's trying to tell me everything is gonna be okay.
Even with her here with me, I still miss you more than anything. I feel like a piece of me is missing without you here beside me. Everything feels wrong without you here. Christmas was really hard. Who am I to talk about my life being hard? You're goodness know's where fighting in a war. All this goes to say that I love you so much, and I can't wait to hold you in my arms again. Stay safe and come back to me.
All my love,
(Y/n)"
Lew took a deep breath and took her hand."I know I don’t talk about it much, but the war… It was hell. December of 44’. We didn’t have winter clothes or supplies, and the men- the casualties were terrible. There weren’t many Toccoa men left afterward.”
(Y/n) squeezed his hand gently. “I remember being so worried about you”
“When things got really bad, I would read your past letters. They were the only warmth in that frigid forest.”
“I did the same thing here. When I missed you more than normal, I would read the letter you sent me for my 25th birthday. It’s in here somewhere,” she whispered, searching through the box. (Y/n) knew Lewis didn’t like to go on about the war, so over their marriage, she just listened and didn’t ask any questions, no matter how badly she wanted to. Early on, she decided to let him share when he wanted to. Once she found it, she started to read it aloud.
“Dear Birthday Girl,
Happy 25th birthday, sweetheart! As I write this in my muddy foxhole, know that my heart overflows with my deepest affection and longing for you. I find myself cherishing the memories we’ve shared and dreaming of the moments we’ll create together when this war is but a distant memory.
Your presence in my life has been nothing but a gift, and every day, I’m so grateful that we found each other. Your smile, laughter, and the way you light up a room with your presence captured me from the very start. Your kindness, compassion, and unwavering support have been my strength in the months since we parted.
In the midst of the chaos around me, your beautiful face is etched in my mind, and the thought of your warm embrace gets me through the hardest times. It’s the memory of your tender touch that keeps me going.
On this special day, I want to shower you with love and blessings, even from afar. You deserve all the happiness this world can offer, and I promise that once this war is over, we’ll celebrate your birthday in a way that makes up for all the times we’ve been apart. I hate that I’ve missed 23, 24, and 25, but know that I will make up for it every day for the rest of our lives. I love you more than words can say. Happy birthday, (y/n). I hope you have the best day.
With all my love,
Lewis”
A fond smile formed on her face as she turned to him. “I think I read that every single holiday, and when I hadn’t gotten anything from you in a while.”
“I had one of those, too,” he smirked. “Mine involved a few pictures and a-”
(Y/n) smacked his arm with a mock gasp. “Lewis Nixon! Our daughter and granddaughter are in the next room over!”
“Ehh,” he shrugged. “It never stopped us before.”
“I don’t know if you haven’t noticed, Lew, but we’re not in our 20s anymore, hun.”
With a chuckle, Lewis started sorting through their box of pictures once again. There were ones from Mary’s childhood all the way up to when Kim was born. One in particular, caught his eye. Mary was around 4 in the picture, and it showed the three of them in front of the Golden Gate Bridge on one of their trips to visit Lew’s mom and sister in San Fransisco.
“Remember this?” He asked as he held it up.
(Y/n) raised her eyebrows and laughed under her breath. “I remember I got the worst sunburn of my life that trip.”
Laughter filled the air of the small room as the couple continued to sort through their beloved possessions.
Two Weeks Later
They were gathered outside their house with Mary, her husband, and Kim, looking at the past 40 years of their lives. All the memories flashed in their minds, and the couple willed away tears.
“We’ve had a great life, haven’t we?”
Tucking into her husband’s side, (y/n) laid her head on his shoulder. “Yeah, we have. You know, I’ve been thinking. I think even in a different life, you still would’ve been mine, Lew.”
“Me, too, Sweetheart,” he whispered, kissing her temple. “We really were timeless."
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Engaged (Lewis Nixon)
Requested by: @real-fans
Summary: Introducing your fiancé from war to your family, especially your father, can be a little tricky.
Author's Note: I love Nixon with all my fucking heart so this request was just perfect! Feel free to send Nixon requests (not just Lewis obv haha) any time, people :)
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"Are you ready?" Y/N smiled and squeezed his hand. Nixon pressed a nervous kiss on her forehead shaking a bit. "Do you want a lie or the truth, honey?"
"Just tell me the truth, Lew."
"I've never been so fucking scared in my entire life."
"I think you're forgetting that you just came back from war. You remember that, right?" she chuckled at his behaviour.
"But this is a new kind of importance, you know? I truly don't wanna mess up." Nixon explain and began to walk back and forth to cool himself down a little.
"Just calm down, they'll like you! Don't mind the high ranks in military my father and brothers have. You're amaz-"
"What?! What do you mean high ranks? How high? Jesus Christ! They're gonna kill me."
Y/N quickly kissed Nixon to ease his nervousness and stop him from freaking out. "It's okay, I'm here wit-" she whispered but Lewis interrupted her again but this time with a long loving kiss.
"I needed that. We can go now."
•••
Y/N could see how tense Nixon was. She touched his thigh under the table while sending him a warm smile, "You're doing perfect. "
"So how did you to meet?" her father frowned at Lewis and sent him a death glare.
"Well, s-sir, that's actually very funny story. You'll like that, I believe."
•••
Y/N came rushing to the barracks in Camp Toccoa with a note in her hands on one of the warm sunny days in 1942. "Sir!" she jumped in handing Sobel the piece of paper, "from Colonel Sink."
The officer turned to her and it was at that time she realised there are other men stading right in front of her. Y/N saw how Winters chuckled so she sent him a cheeky wink.
"Thank you, private. Before you go, can you tell me what this is?" Sobel took the paper and showed her a can in his hands. She looked at him confused not sure if he's serious.
"Ehm, excuse me, sir?"
"Answer me, private Y/L/N. What am I holding?"
"It's a can of peaches, sir."
Sobel stepped back a little throwing the can to another soldier. "So private Y/L/N and Lieutenant Nixon think that is a can of peaches."
Y/N glanced at the man in front of her with dark brown hair and a witty grin on his face. She couldn't resist and let out a quite laugh.
"That is wrong, private!" Sobel blocked her view. "It's United States Army property! Your and Nixon's weekend pass is revoked. Dismissed!"
•••
Y/N laughed as Nixon was telling the short story, feeling a bit nostalgic. It happened already 3 years ago. "We became inseparable after that, dad! He was my partner in crime." she smiled and sent her fiancé a cheeky wink but her father didn't seem so convinced that this guy is the one his only daughter's gonna spend the rest of her life with.
"I can't see a ring." her mother finally joined the conversation after a long silence. The atmosphere got heavier and Y/N tensed. She knew this is going to happen.
"You haven't proposed to my daughter yet?" her father raised his voice and dropped the fork that landed with a loud crash on a plate.
"Of course he has, dad! Calm down." Y/N quickly replied, "but even if he didn't, I wouldn't mind. I love him with all my heart and he loves me. That's all that matters."
•••
"What was that surprise Dick had for you?" Y/N wondered while walking up a hill with Nixon in Germany in 1945.
"Just a room with some alcohol. Nothing too exciting." Lewis tried to brush it off. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and nervousness hidden behind a small smile.
"Just a room? I think I've never heard you so dissapointed in alcohol. What is going on? You're giving it up?" she teased him and entwined her fingers with his. But when he didn't answer, she finally realised something's really different.
"Are you okay, Nix? You look a bit pale. " Y/N frowned in concern.
Lewis counted to three and then looked at her for a long time. He caressed her cheek gently, a smile creeping on his lips.
"I promised myself that I'm gonna ask you something when the war's over."
"What do you mean?"
Nixon took her by her hand and kneeled down. "Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?"
•••
"And I said yes without a hesitation. I knew he's the one from the moment when he said 'it's a can of peaches'." Y/N finished the memory with a huge smile on her face and eventually kissed Lewis's cheek.
"Well, we better drink to that!" her father suggested while standing up, "I only got Vat '69. I know it's not for everyone so don't feel ashamed to refuse, Mr Nixon."
Lewis raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Sir, I think we'll understand each other perfectly."
Part 2
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Tᴏ Bᴇ Nᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ [Lᴇᴡɪs Nɪxᴏɴ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]
Genre: Sad fluff
Warning: Depiction of concentration camps, depiction of reader hurting herself on purpose, general war stuff
Prompt: Request from @vibing-away “Alright, can you do this trope with a few minor changes? The reader is known to be calm and composed. Her general unwavering happy demeanor got the company through tough times, but she bottles up her own until she breaks. Bonus, if the reader is vulnerable and quiet for a period after.”
Post is: “the single most heartbreaking and hard hitting trope in media is when the light-hearted joker character that usually makes everybody else laugh and lightens up the dark situations with their presence alone breaks down crying and literally just can't stop because then you know it's really very seriously awfully sad for real” from @rocksalt-and-pie
A/N: i havent proofread this so sorryyyyy, also this isnt my best writing but it’s been sitting in my draft for a few days bothering me so i decided to just finish it and post it before i go insane
Most of Easy company had begrudgingly learned that Germany was a beautiful country, contrary to the painting they had been creating in their minds, with no dark, menacing clouds and lurking figures around every corner. Y/N, on the other hand, knew it would be a sight to see, and aside from the clearly uneasy faces of the locals who had to deal with this new infill of rather harsh American soldiers, the town they had settled in was bright and held a strong sense of European class to it.
The officer in question had been thinking this with a look of fascination as she wandered around the cobblestone streets, taking in everything she could around her when she heard the news of Captain Nixon’s return from his drop with the 17th Airborne Division. Her once calm smile morphed into a look of excitement, her lips tugging even further across her cheeks as she thanked the messenger sent for her before she took off into a sprint to the temporary officers’ housing. Her feet carried her past several of her men who all smiled fondly at the woman, their eyes following her after she passed them with her own adoring smirk and a wave of her hand. They laughed to themselves, not being able to stop the tug they all felt on their heartstrings at the sight of the toothy grin they loved so much.
Y/N was a beacon of light to Easy company, the sun that continued to glow even after the clouds had threatened to cover her shine. She had singlehandedly kept morale from hitting rock bottom at so many points of this seemingly never ending war, always ensuring that the men had at least one thing to smile at, whether that be her own beaming face or the badly told jokes that they couldn’t stop themselves from chuckling at. Even with her being a platoon commander and lieutenant, she was a sister figure to many of the men, one that had gotten them through the toughest of times with both her brilliant leadership skills and cheerful, calm nature. To many of the younger boys, she was like a dotting mother, keeping them safe and happy in a world that wanted to see them suffer. When asked, any of the men would tell you she was a breath of fresh air in such a suffocating war, especially those such as Lewis Nixon and Dick Winters, who had founded close friendships with her since the very beginning all those years ago in Camp Toccoa.
The latter of the men stumbled into Y/N on his own walk over to see the former, chewing away at the piece of bread he held in his hand. He greeted her with a sheepish smile as he always did, and in return she flashed him a grin, linking her arms with his while he held his food out to her. She leaned over to take a rather large bite out of it, a giggle leaving her lips quiet at the look he gave her.
“That’s what you get for offering me your food, Dick. That’s on you.” She uttered to him matter-of-factly to which he shook his head with a smile, taking another bite as they stepped through the door of the house. The two looked around in search for the intelligence officer, Dick calling his name a few times in question. A yell in response sounded from one of the rooms closest to the red headed man, leading him to be the first to enter it.
“Dog, making combat jumps with the 17th while i’m in supply briefings all morning.” Y/N heard him tease as she quickly followed him into the room, standing beside the man. Her gaze stopped upon the officer they’d been looking for as he sat with his back towards them, untying his jump equipment from his legs.
“Yeah, lucky me.” He replied, the woman taking note of the fact his voice sounded solemn and his shoulders were slumped. She stepped forward closer to the man in front of her, her gentle smile not dropping from her lips even as her eyebrows knitted together slightly in concern.
“Hey Lew.” The woman called to him causing the man to barely glance over his shoulder with a forced smile and a mumble of her name and a greeting. Her smile dropped slightly at this, not use to the man being so dismissive of her.
"You know, congratulations. You’re probably the only man in the 101st with three combat stars over his jump wings.” The major spoke, clearly not picking up on the energy being passed around the room. Y/N reached behind her to give him a gentle smack to the chest to stop him from trying to make jests, her gaze never moving from the intelligence officer. Dick paused his chewing for a moment to cast a glance of confusion down at the woman, a look she caught as she looked back over her shoulder with widened eyes and a shake of her head.
“Not bad for someone who’s never fired his weapon in combat, huh?” The dark haired man asked, a hint of bitterness buried underneath each word. The two figures standing in the room looked away from each other to focus back on him as he spoke, Dick opening his mouth to respond.
“Really? Really, you’ve never-”
“-Nope.”
“Hmph. Not even with all the action we’ve seen?”
“Not a round.” The intelligence officer finished, his head moving to glance at the woman who stood closest to him out of the two friends. Their eyes met and the look she sent confirmed to him that she knew about his down demeanour. He glanced away from her, not wanting to have a non-verbal conversation with her as he stood and moved to the table in the corner of the room. Her eyes fell on the bottle of Vat 69 that lay before him, lips pursing in concern as he poured himself a glass and threw it back quickly.
“So, uh. How’d it go? This morning. The jump.” Dick asked, causing the woman to whip her head around to him, a look of disbelief crossing her face as she realised he really couldn’t figure out that Nix was hurting. The man slammed the bottle of alcohol down on the table as soon as the words finished leaving the major’s mouth, a look of indifference on his face as he turned to face the two of them. Lewis’ eyes met Y/N’s again, a flash of pain showing in his pupils before he turned his gaze over her shoulder to the man who sat leaning against the set of drawers by the door. He flattened his lips, nodding his head several times before opening his mouth.
“It was great. Fantastic.” He took several steps over to the couch by the window as Y/N moved to lean against the wooden frame of the bed, not but a metre behind him. “Took a direct hit over the drop-zone. I got out. Two others got out.”
“The rest of the boys?” Dick asked, the woman having to hold herself back from smacking herself in the face out of frustration of his stupid questions.
“Oh they blew up over Germany somewhere. Boom.” Lewis said, each word biting with malice. The two men continued to exchange words while the woman stood watching the intelligence officer, taking in the way his jaw clenched with anger and his eyes flickered with anxiety. Her heart ached for the man she had come to care for so deeply, wanting nothing more than to reach out to him and hold him in her arms. She saw the way his fingers gripped so tightly to the glass he held, her own hand moving absentmindedly to grab his free hand, giving it a squeeze gently. The man had been preparing to walk out of the room to look for another bottle of Vat 69 when she had done this, pausing his movement for a moment. He glanced at her and the hand now in his before looking back to Dick and continuing their dialogue though he made no move to pull away from her. If anything, he seemed to gravitate closer to her, taking in the calming effect she always seemed to have on him as a comfort he would do anything to keep.
The man tugged her with him as he went on a search more liquor, pulling her to an empty chair before giving her a nod to sit, letting go of her hand. Dick followed the two out of the room, his eyes taking note of the way they held onto each other and the silent conversations the two seemed to have. He walked into the room, scuffing his boots along the floor as he thought over his next words carefully. Lew’s chair scrapped along the ground as he pulled it closer to Y/N’s before he sat, throwing his feet up on her lap as he often did. One of her hands moved to grip at his shin, giving him assurance that she was there as she listened to the men continue their conversation. She sat tightlipped as Dick informed Lew of his demotion, her eyes downcast as she just tried to be a presence for the latter in a time where he needed it, as she always did.
The red headed major asked one final question and at the huff of a laugh that left Lew’s mouth, promptly left the room. He spared a glance at the woman in front of him, sending a small smile and a nod to her as he walked away, which she returned. The door clicked as it closed, leaving the room in an echo of silence. The two seated at the table made no move to talk, one staring at his glass and the other turning her gaze to look upon his face in concern. They sat like this for a few minutes as she racked her brain for something to say to the hurting man yet he bet her to it as he opened his mouth again.
“Quit staring at me like that, will you?” He spoke, his eyes not leaving his glass as he took another sip. She huffed a sigh before shoving his legs off her lap and standing, moving to place herself atop the table directly in front of him, her boots pushing themselves against the chair he sat on to steady her weight.
“Looking at you like what Lew?”
“Like I’m some wounded animal.”
“I wasn’t looking at you like you’re a wounded animal. I’m looking at you like you’re a wounded man.” She mumbled with a trying smile to which he chuckled at.
“Is that supposed to make it any better?” He responded, but a small smile pulled at the corner of his lips as he finally moved his gaze to look at her.
“Lew, talk to me honey.” The woman said, her head tilting to one side. He looked up at her under his brows, sighing quietly as he placed his drink down and pulled his chair closer. The man moved to lay his head on her lap, his arms folding over her thighs as one of her hands weaved its way into his hair. His hands gripped at the top of her thighs gently while her thumb came to brush against the side of his face, moving the hair that covered his eyes away from them. He sat there for a moment, relishing in the warmth she radiated, comfort settling in his aching body. She smiled down adoringly at the man as he let the tension go from his body and melted into her touch, showing his vulnerability to her and only her.
The two had always been like this with one another, affectionate and comfortable. In another life, they both could have seen it being more than just close friends, however, this world had not been kind to them, in more ways than just this. He had a wife back home waiting for him and she, well, she would one day find a nice man to treat her right, to love her as he did. It would never be enough though, she knew she would always look back on their time together and imagine him in the shoes of the man she’d eventually end up with. Meanwhile, he would do the same with the wife he thought he’d stick around for, constantly comparing her with the woman he loved who would be far, far away from him with someone who was not him. This world had not been kind to them, so why would it change its mind now.
Lew sighed again, pushing his head to nuzzle into her stomach gently as his arms moved around her hips, twisting his fingers into the belt loops on the back of her pants, squeezing her tightly. Y/N continued to run her fingers through his hair softly, her nails scratching at his scalp lightly. She tilted her head to the side so she could see his face and when he noticed this he moved his so he could see her better, looking up at her with tired eyes.
“You don’t have to pretend you’re fine with me Lew, you know that.” She whispered to him calmly and as the words left her mouth, his eyes begun to well up with tears. He let out a quiet cry, it sounded dry and pained, and caused Y/N’s chest to clench with empathy. She angled her body slightly to the side so his face was tucked into her torso, hidden from the world as he gripped her hips for dear life while he continued to cry. “I wish I had the means to make it all better, to make this all disappear, but just know that we’re gonna get through this okay? You and me are gonna get through this together.” Her thumb moved to run across the space under the eye that was visible to her, brushing the tears away from his face as they fell. She continued to do this for several minutes as he cried quietly until it finally came to a point where he seemed to quieten down, laboured breaths being the only thing heard from his mouth. “Deep breaths for me Lew. There you go.”
The man let out a few more shaky breaths before inhaling deeply, collecting himself as well as he could. He lifted his eyes to look up at her again, taking in the calm look on her face and the tenderness in her eyes. She smiled down at him again, this time on show for him to see, which he returned on the form of a small twitch of the lip. He mumbled a thank you to her, and even from hearing just those two words, she understood everything he left unsaid to her. Thank you for supporting me, for holding me, for always being there for me, and thank you for loving me. Her smile widened, their eye contact never faltering even when he sat up, resting his chin his hands that now lay over her knees. Her hand reached out to brush the skin of his face once more, wiping away the last streak of tears on his cheeks.
“We all need a little help sometimes. We’re only human.” Y/N uttered to him, her light truly shining through, creating a halo of shine around her head as if she was his very own angel. Lewis stared at her silently for a moment, her eyes gazing back at him as they felt comfortable in each other’s space.
“You’re too good to me.” He mumbled, breaking the quiet so suddenly. Her eyebrows pulled together as a chuckle left her lips.
“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. And maybe, you just deserve more than you think” She replied while jumping off the table carefully, giving him a gentle tap on the nose. “Now I have a platoon I need to sort out before I lose them all to the local ladies. Are you going to be okay for a while?” He nodded his head at her question, flashing her a small smile.
“I think i’ll manage.” Lewis responded, moving to take a sip from his glass, an action which she squinted at in doubt but let it go for the sake of the man who had gone through a lot for one morning already. She leant down to him, a hand placed on either cheek before placing a tender kiss to his forehead.
“I’ll be back before you know it.”
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It had been a hard day, that was certain. With the discover of what seemed to be a prisoner camp of some sort, the whole battalion had been sent into disarray. Even with the ever present presence of Lewis by her side, something had curled deep in her stomach with uneasy. He himself held a look of discontent on his face, however, that had been a constant resting state for the man in recent days. After their small moment that day of his bad jump experience, Lewis had to learn the next day that his wife was leaving him and taking everything in the divorce. The man had been livid, especially with the news of her taking the dog. He had barely left Y/N’s side after that, clinging to her calm presence even more so than he usually did. Not that she minded, and in all honesty, she was almost thrilled with having him around so often at her side.
On arrival to the camp, Y/N noted the stench that wafted in the air, moving to cover her nose, as had many of the other boys. She glanced to Lew who, of course, sat beside her on the jeep, confusion and a hint of fear set in her eyes as they both rose from their seats and took several tentative steps forward. The gates were opened, Y/N and Lewis stepping into the camp standing close to each other, subconsciously trying to protect one another in the case of any unknown offence.
It didn’t take long for them to get a general understanding of this place, horror, sadness and grief latching on to every soldier that stepped foot on the grounds of the camp. Y/N felt it tighten in her chest as she refrained from breaking down on her knees in front of all of these people. They needed them, they needed her, so she slapped on a gentle smile and composed herself once more, stepping forward to help anyone who reached for her. The day went on like this, covering up her own emotions for the sake of those who were left so broken and so emotional themselves, and so she held them, smiled at them, did anything she could to ensure these people knew they were now safe.
It hadn’t got better for her after that with the news that she would be the only one needed to go to the woman’s camp from her company as they felt the need to have someone who they can feel more trusting of. Lew had secured her in his arms with a warm embrace before she left, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of her head. She had sent him off with a smile, forcing it over her slowly breaking exterior, refusing to show her already broken interior.
Nothing could have prepared her for what she saw after that, and if the men’s camp was hard enough to take in, then the women’s camp was a whole other level of awful. She had taken her helmet off and let her hair down at the request of one of the other officers who thought it be best to make it obvious she was a woman, her hair rustling gently with the wind as she entered the gates. Women had slowly begun to peak their heads out of the small huts, unsure of this new group of people before flocking towards her quickly at the sight of a fellow female, clearly with the Americans, the flag strapped tightly to her arm. They yelled this and that at her while sobbing hysterically, falling to their knees in front of the officer. Her eyes were struggling to focus on anything in particular as she looked from woman to girl to child. She picked up on so many things while looking at each one but had to try her best to block it out so she could focus on helping them there and now. It was hard to stop the flashing of death from her mind, especially those of the children, the babies, as she wandered through the camp, talking to as many women as she could.
When she arrived back to the officers housing, her feet moved on autopilot while her face held little emotion. The sound of the door opening made the one man still sat in the room look up. Ron stood to his feet, drink in his hand as he walked towards her, concern covering his face as he took in the dull look covering his friend’s features. He handed her the glass he held as an offering of comfort which she just took absentmindedly in her hand.
“Hitler’s dead. Killed himself in Berlin.” He mumbled to her almost happily, but no response of joy was seen from her as she wandered over to the square table that sat in the dining room, standing behind one of the chairs as she thought. There was that thing again; death. She had seen death before, she had even caused death before, hell, she’d almost seen her own death. But none of it, none, could have prepared her for what she saw today. And now with the news of Hitler taking his own life, the woman felt a single emotion bubble to the surface that did not often rise within her. Rage.
Pure, untainted anger coursed through her vein causing her hand to clench around the thin glass that she’d been handed. She looked up from the table she had been staring at, aware of the voice that had been talking to her which she continued to ignore. Her eyes landed on a grand mirror that sat opposite her on the wall, her gaze meeting that of deep orbs of fury. She walked slowly to the mirror, standing face to face with a woman she didn’t recognise, a dark storm running rampant through her eyes as she stared back.
Ron jumped as the sound of glass breaking could be heard echoing through the room, then again and again. Y/N’s fists had come in contact with the reflective surface, smashing away the smirking figure of an angry monster that had looked at her. He stood in shock as he watched her destroy the mirror before moving on to picking up one of the dining room chairs and throwing it into the wall, breaking it in the process. Then the next chair went, straight into a cabinet full of expensive looking plates and china, the shattering noises ringing through the room. She felt as if she was watching through someone else’s eyes as she destroyed anything she could get her hands on, blood dripping from the large scraps and cuts on her knuckles, glass imbedded deeply in some. Ron suddenly stepped forward as she lifted another piece of furniture, his hands wrestling it from her grip, throwing it behind him before grabbing her by the face so she would look at him. He didn’t even get the chance to say anything before she collapsed to the ground in tears, loud, pained sobs leaving her lips as the sound of fast footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs. Two men arrived at the same time in the doorway, catching sight of the mess of a room before seeing the two people sat on the floor, one of which was almost completely enveloped in the others arms.
“What the fuck.” Lip had muttered under his breath as Dick stepped into the room. Ron looked up at him as he approached, an expression of caution on his face. The red headed man took sight of the blood dripping down her hands, his mind flashing memories in violent colour for a moment before he shook it away, his eyebrows set in worry about the state of one of his closest friends.
“Lip, go grab Doc Roe. And Nix, get me Nix.” He called to the man behind him, who nodded and immediately ran off. “Let’s get her up.” The man said to Ron who nodded in agreement. Dick bent down to pull her up off the ground, calling her name gently a couple of times only for her to latch onto the man, arms around him while her face hid in the crook of his neck. He felt the wet feeling of tears crawling down the skin of his shoulder as she continued to sob, catching a glimpse of Ron watching behind her, a look of concern on his face as he too stood.
Gene rushed in with Lip close behind, who muttered that the intelligence officer was on his way, just as Dick had set her down on a couch in the living room, away from the mess she had created. Her sobbing had yet to die down to hiccups as her swollen eyes gazed upon the hands that continued to hold her by the waist. Dick had sat close to her, ensuring the woman who had become like a sister to him was feeling supported enough until Nixon showed up. She was thankful for the red headed man as his body heat reminded her that she wasn’t alone as she attempted to cry her broken heart back together. Gene begun pulling the pieces of glass from her hands, causing her to flinch every few seconds, her eyes now firmly set on the crimson that dripped down her fingers.
The harsh choke of a trapped cry sounded from her throat as she tunnel-visioned into the red shade, flashes coming hard and fast in her head. It was the faces and names that she had stopped herself from remembering to hold herself together for just that little bit longer, long enough that she could make those around her just that little bit happier. She had been digging her own dark pit of grief this entire time, a smile splashed across her face while she did, yet she had been surprised when she eventually tumbled into it, dirt now marring her beautiful features into something melancholic.
Lew stumbled through the door in a panic at that moment, almost tripping over the door frame as he ran into the room. His eyes caught sight of the mess of a room before anything else, but the sight of blood on the floor and the sound of her cries made him move again. He all but threw himself into the room he heard her in, taking in Gene kneeling in front of the woman on the floor, finishing the last stitch of her left hand knuckles, and Dick who sat beside her on the couch, holding her gently by the waist as she cried into his shoulder. He wasn’t even sure what had gone on in the short time since he’d last seen her but if this scene and the room over was anything to go by, it had not been good. He had no idea what he was going to show up to after he was found by Lipton and shouted a ‘come quick, Y/N needs you’ from the man, he’d quickly left the work he’d been trying to do to find out, however, this is not what he had expected at all.
The man made it to her side in a second, sitting down on her other side before tugging her from Dick’s arms without a word. She inhaled his scent as soon as he pulled her into his chest, feeling just the slightest bit more comfortable knowing he was there with her now. She cried and cried for what seemed like hours and as she finally fell into a round of gentler sniffly sobs, she noted that Gene, Lip and Ron had all left to the other room to give her some more privacy. Her two favourite boys were still sat by her side, exchanging a silent conversation over her head as she leaned closer into Lew’s side, her head nuzzling into his chest. She heard the man shush her gently, a hand running through her hair and settling on her back.
“Breathe with me Y/N. In and out.” He mumbled into her ear while his head nodded to the red headed man as they concluded their nonverbal talk. “I’m gonna take you to your room, is that okay?” She sniffed loudly before nodding slowly, her gaze moving to his face as she looked up at him. His heart almost broke at the sight of the pain in her teary eyes, red rimmed from being rubbed raw as she cried. Dick helped Lew get her to her feet before letting the latter take over completely, their feet leading them towards the door that led to the stairs. The man watched as the two disappeared, worried for his friend but happy that they had each other to get one another through the rough times. He shook his head with a small smile as he heard them ascend the stairs, ideas of the two never leaving each others side from here on out.
The two in question made it upstairs and into her bedroom, the door now closed firmly behind them as they both sagged onto the bed. The woman sat completely quiet for a moment as Lewis looked her over until her eyes met his and the waterworks started again. Her head instinctively fell to his lap as he sat on the edge of her bed, one of his hands instantly moving to her hair, playing with the ends of it gently as he rocked her slowly.
“You wanna talk about it honey?” He muttered quietly to her to which she immediately shook her head no to. He nodded even though she couldn’t see him. “Okay, that’s alright. Let it all out like this instead, that’s okay too.”
The man continued to just sit and hold her as she cried for almost an hour, her emotions seemingly never ending as she let out everything she’d been holding in for months. He had moved her to rest in his lap, her face hidden away on his shoulder, the tears leaking down onto his skin. No words left his mouth, only the quiet shushing and cooing he had been doing to calm her down, something that was finally starting to work as her sobs turned to sniffles again.
She inhaled through her nose, having to do so loudly as her nose blocked up from the snot that had started to gather. Even then, Lew watched on with the smallest of smiles while she wiped over her face with the sleeve of her shirt, wiping away the liquid that had dribbled down her skin. Her lips parted with shaky breaths leaving her mouth but overall she’d calmed to a quiet wail.
“Just breath Y/N. Nothing else you gotta worry about right now but breathing.” Lewis’ voice sounded in her ear causing her to raise her head from his shoulder to face him. He imitated deep breathing to encourage her to do the same which she followed through with, moving in sync with the man. After one last deep breath, the woman mumbled a quiet thank you, which he smiled at with a toothy grin.
“Nothing to thank me for honey. We all need a little help sometimes. We’re only human.” He recited the words she’d spoken to him several days prior causing a small smile to pull to her lips. “There you go, there’s that smile I love so much.”
Y/N stared at the man with puffy, red eyes and a slightly sniffle but he had never seen her more beautiful than he did then; raw, vulnerable and soul bearing. Their faces were close now, something they both only begin to notice when she shifted on his lap, accidentally nudging her nose into his. Neither pulled away though as they continued to stare at each other.
“Lew?” The woman called, her voice hoarse and choppy.
“Yeah?”
“I want you to kiss me. No, I need you to kiss me. Take it all away, please.” She mumbled to him and a moment later he leant forward to place his lips gently against hers. She melted instantly, letting his warmth wrap around her, holding her together in a way she knew no one else could in that second. His hands moved to her waist as she grasped at his cheeks carefully. Y/N wasn’t okay, no, but for this period of time, she felt whole for once, even if that whole was partially weakened. He was something she could never have until now, and after everything she had seen and everything she had done, she wasn’t holding back anymore. She needed him and he needed her, just like they needed oxygen or water. And just as he had a few days prior with her, she needed him now more than ever, his hands were the only thing that could hold her together, his voice the only thing that could talk her out of her dark hole of silence, his eyes the only thing she could gaze at and feel okay, even if only for a moment.
The two pulled away from each others reluctantly, their lips still brushing as they sat in silence. He smiled at her then, a smile that reached his eyes for the first time in a while, a grin that caused her to do the same, though it was small. She gazed at his face, eyes trailing over his cheeks, lips, and back to his own eyes.
“Please don’t ever let me go.” She whispered, her eyes welling up with tears again. He shook his head slightly, eyes never leaving hers as he moved his hands to her cheek, using his thumb to brush away a stray tear that fell against her skin.
“I would never dream of it.” He replied causing her to huff a pained laugh. He gave her cheek a gentle squeeze, pulling her gaze away from her hands. “I mean it, we’re in this together. We’re gonna make it through this together. Just like you said.” She nodded at his words before opening her own mouth.
“Just like I said.”
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May I request a first time ( smut ) with band of brothers characters x reader.
BoB reaction to sleeping with you for the first time (18+) pt. 1
*gn reader*
Genre: romance, smut, fluff
Warnings : intercourse, asphyxiation, dirty talk, edging, fingering, oral, pure FILTH 🫣
Description: The BoB guys reaction to doing *it* with you for the first time
Lewis Nixon
He has been anticipating this exact scenario for a WHILE now, he would be soft at first, and then slowly become more rough (not in a bad rough tho) “You’re so good at making me like this, doll” In a breathy voice OMG, he’s a bit of a tease during foreplay, putting his mouth to good work, just before you came he would pull away, “You can only cum on my cock, okay baby?” He loves the idea of edging you “Tell me how bad you want it” before putting it in, he loves making you beg for it, he would catch you off guard, ramming his cock into you, giving you little to no time to adjust to his size, “Y/n you feel so good baby, you know that?” “You were made for me baby, your hole was made for me” He is one HELL of a dirty talker omg. He makes you get so close before pulling back, over and over until you are begging him to let you cum, “Cum doll, for me” He would pick up his speed like never before just to see you come undone all over him. After, he would be so sweet and apologize if he took it too far, “I love you, let me know if I made you uncomfortable at all” He would probably order take out for you guys and he would be so cute for you the whole entire night.
Joe toye
He is SO ready for this moment. Just imagine, him grabbing you by your neck/jaw and kissing you passionately. He’s so rough and passionate but if you tell him to slow down or stop he will immediately, SUCH A DIRTY TALKER OMG, he will literally mutter out the most filthiest things ever and he loves seeing your reaction, “Do you like my cock baby, You like it when I fuck you? Huh, doll?” AHHH “Come on baby, you wanna cum? You can do it” He loves when you scream his name, he just loves hearing your moans in general. I also think he would like eye contact, like he loves looking into your eyes as you cum. He would keep his hand around your neck lightly to make sure you can’t move your head away from him, “Eyes on me, doll” Afterwards he just wraps his whole body around you and kisses you all over he probs falls asleep like immediately after though bc you wore him OUTTT
Joe Liebgott
He’s so gentle with your body, definitely takes his time exploring all of your hips and curves, kissing and leaving marks all over your body. He would take care of you so well, whatever you want he’ll give it to you, foreplay would also be like, so amazing with him, He would take his time pleasing you out until you were literally begging him to fuck you. “You like that baby? How good does it feel baby, tell me. ” I think he wouldn’t shy away from telling you how good you’re making him feel too, “Fuck, you feel so fucking good, doll” He’s so passionate and rough but also gentle? He definitely would talk you through it the whole time. “You can cum baby, you got it”, he would make SURE you cum more then once the whole time, after he would be so sleepy and cute with you, “I love you so much doll, you know that right?” He would be so vulnerable and soft afterwards 😭
Bill Guarnere
Oh boy. I’m praying for you bae. This man would be giving you the time of your LIFE, he would make you feel so fun and wild the whole night, he wouldn’t waste time sucking on your neck and chest while fiddling with your underwear. He would touch you exactly where you need him and this man would be AMAZING at foreplay, literally touching you until you are pleading for him to fuck you. He’s rough and slow at first, he’d be so firm and strong, after awhile though he would pick up the pace and literally fuck the life out of you, I think he would also talk you through it the whole time, saying a mixture of filthy and sweet things to you all at once omg, “I love fucking you y/n, God you feel so damn good” I think he would call out your name as he finishes omg. He would make you cum at LEAST 2 times before you guys finished, after he would kiss you and put on a movie for you guys to watch, “I love more than anything doll”
George Luz
bro is so excited. He’s so sweet to you, kissing and hugging, just reminding you how much he loves you. I think he would LOVE the idea of just putting hickies all over your neck to show everyone you’re his and only his. He becomes a total mess when he starts fucking you, like he can’t contain the praises that come out of his mouth when he’s inside you. “mhm you feel so fucking good baby” he loves eye contact when he’s inside you, there’s just something so passionate and special about it to him. Makes sure you cum before him, but let me tell you he STRUGGLES not to cum to quick, you just feel so good he can’t help it. He gets so vocal before he finishes, telling you how good you’re making him feel and repeating your name like a daily mantra. He Definitely tells you he loves you while cumming. After he’s so soft and sweet to you, “Do you need any water, or a towel, anything? With some of the best cuddles EVER
Bull Randleman
He would be so gentle and full of love, he would ask you a million times if you wanted to continue, he would be so slow, taking his time with you and really working you up to him fucking you, kissing you so soft, and his hands would work MAGIC around your body, when he first put his cock in you, he would be at a loss of words, like you feel so good he has to remind himself not to cum right then and there. both of you would feel absolutely amazing the whole time, he would be so good to you, praising you and encouraging you to cum the whole time, and reminding you how much he loves you. “Hmm you feel like heaven sweet thing, you’re so perfect” He would be so intimate, resting his forehead on yours and just repeating to piston in and out of you while you come undone under him. “Cum for me baby” After he would hold you and wash you off with a towel and some water, “did you like it baby? I love loving you honey” AHHH HES SO SWEET 🥹
Eugene Roe
He prepares everything out for you, and He is so kind and loving the whole entire time, he would literally worship your body up and down. he would always asking if what he’s doing is comfortable or not to you. “Is this okay, love?” “Does it feel good baby?” OMG and he loves to praise you in French, you really got this man going back and forth between french and english 🤣 he would get so overwhelmed by your beautiful body and how good you make him feel he would be able to pick a language LOL Also let’s talk about how he would be AMAZING at foreplay!? Like he would take his time and please your body so well omg. He definitely makes sure you finish first and he is a KING at aftercare, he would make you a soft bath with bubbles, and make you some food and water, and tell you how good you were to him and how much he loves you, he so grateful for you omg 😭
Part 2 will be up soon!
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