#lewis nixon hurt/comfort

[mads-weasley]

The Vow

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A/N: I'M ALIVE!! (roll mushu clip from mulan) I'm back with a short Nix fic that's been in my wips for probably about a year now lol! It isn't my best work, but buckle up for some angst with fluff! Enjoy!

Summary: In a small Aldbourne café, romance blossoms, but is anything ever safe from the clutches of war?

Warnings: mentions of blood, pretty good angst w/ fluff

December 1944: Ardennes Forest, Belgium

"Nix. Nix, wake up," whispered Dick as he kneeled over the man's frozen foxhole. Nothing but a low groan could be heard from below.

Lewis pulled his thin blanket up to cover his exposed neck with a sigh. "5 more minutes, Dick."

"Lew. It's (y/n)."

Instantly, he shot up, wide awake. "Where is she? What happened?"

The redhead ran a hand down his face. "She and a few other men went on a patrol but wandered into the German line. Only one Dog company private made it out." Dick paused, watching Nix with a sad expression. "He says the last thing he saw was (y/n) going down as he ran."

It took a few seconds for the words to process in the intelligence officer's mind. 

"Go down? What does that mean? Fall? Get shot? What does he mean, Dick?" He asked frantically, jumping out of the foxhole. "Where is this guy?"

"Speirs is talking to him in the CP now. Lew, if sh-"

"No," he interrupted, shaking his head. "No, don't finish that sentence. She's not gone until I see a body."

The sight of (y/n)’s cold lifeless body flashed in his mind, causing tears to blur his vision as he jogged to CP. He took no time to compose himself before tearing through the tent’s entrance. What he saw made him sick to his stomach. Ron’s private was sitting on a cot, a far-off look in his eyes as he whispered to the Lieutenant. 

“We didn’t even know where we were, sir. Johnson, h-he fell in first, and then-,“ he stopped, squeezing his eyes closed. 

Lew didn’t have time to waste. 

“Then what happened?” He demanded, making the boy jump.

Winters grabbed his shoulder roughly. “Nix, calm down. Scaring him won’t make him talk any faster.”

Clenching his teeth, he crouched down in front of the private and calmly repeated his question. 

“It was like we kicked a hornet’s nest, sir. They were everywhere. Johnson, Hart, Anderson, and Sechler were gone in-in seconds. (Y/l/n) and I were at the rear when it happened.”

At the mention of her name, Nix could feel his heart clenching in anticipation. 

“(Y/l/n),” he asked shakily. “What happened to (y/l/n)?”

Gulping, the boy’s eyes dropped to the ground. “She told me to run while she covered me, so I did. When I got to the trees she wasn’t far behind me telling me to keep running.”

‘Selfless as always,’ Lew thought to himself. It was one of the things he loved and hated about (y/n) at the same time. He loved the way she cared for others but hated it in situations like the one they were in. (Y/n) (y/l/n) was a fearless leader who would happily lay down her life for those of her men. He prayed it wasn’t the case, but he had to know for sure.

“You saw her go down?” He questioned, fighting tears as he looked down. Ron and Dick shared a saddened glance at the sight of their broken friend.

“Yes, sir. Most of the fire had stopped, so I turned around, but when I did, a single shot rang out and she-she dropped.”

With that sentence, every thought in Lewis Nixon’s mind disappeared and was replaced with a burning rage his friends had never seen before. Before they could intervene, Nix had grabbed the Private by the collar and shoved him up against a nearby cabinet.

“And you just left her there?” He shouted, shoving the man again. “Coward!”

Speirs and Winters sprang into action, prying Nix off of the Private.

“Nix! Stop!” Dick cried. “She wouldn’t want you to act like this.”

Slowly, his thrashing stopped, and Winters let him go. He turned around to face his best friend and softly spoke.

“She can’t be gone, Dick. I refuse to believe she’s gone.”

In a rare show of affection, Dick pulled him into a hug. “I’m sorry, Lew, but we can’t go searching tonight.”

As if he’d been burned, Nix recoiled from his friend and started walking towards the tent entrance. “If you won’t look, I will.”

A hardened look appeared on the redhead's face.

“That’s an order, Nix. No searching tonight.”

Lew didn't acknowledge him as he exited the slight warmth of the tent into the frigid Ardennes. The bitter cold sank into each soldier's bones as they sat in their foxholes each day, and (y/n) had complained about it the day before. The thought of her laying forever cold among the snow turned his insides.

Bile rose to his throat and he hunched over next to a tree as he vomited what little food he had eaten that day. The tears he had been holding back flowed down his cheeks as he slowly made his way back to his foxhole.

Along the way, Luz and Perconte called out to him, but he didn't even hear them. He was too wrapped up in his head as his memories played. Memories of her.

November 1943

In a cozy corner of the café in Aldborne, England, Lewis Nixon took a deep breath. Breaking out in a small sweat, he approached Sergeant (y/n) (y/l/n), who was engrossed in a book.

"Hey there, Sergeant (y/l/n). Mind if I join you? I could use some company that doesn't involve bullets and explosions."

The woman looked up with a hint of amusement in her eyes, gesturing for him to sit.

"Well, Lieutenant..." She prompted, unsure of his name.

Extending his hand, Lew shot her his charming smile. "Nixon, Lewis Nixon."

She shook it with a smirk. "I suppose I can spare a few moments of my valuable reading time for you. But be warned, my standards for company are quite high."

With a playful glint in his eyes, Lew took a seat across from the woman.

"I'm up for the challenge, Sergeant," he chuckled. "Just don't expect me to bring you flowers or serenade you with a love song.

(Y/n)'s hand rose to her heart in mock disappointment. "Oh, what a shame! I was hoping for a romantic serenade right here in the café. Guess I'll have to settle for your delightful conversation."

And what a delight it was.

The more time they spent together between training and on nights out at the local pubs, it was harder for them to deny their attraction. Fraternization was strictly prohibited in the army, and neither wanted to face the consequences if they were ever found out. So they kept their feelings secret, but those around them could see the longing gazes and gentle touches the couple shared.

March 1944

The Aldbourne pub bustled with activity as the locals and soldiers from the nearby base filled the room with laughter and lively conversations. Amongst the crowd, Lew and (y/n) sat at a corner table, their camaraderie and unspoken connection apparent to anyone who cared to observe.

It was a typical Friday evening, and the atmosphere was relaxed. (Y/n)'s warm smile captivated those around her as she was engaged in an animated conversation with a group of soldiers who had become like family. Nix watched her, his gaze filled with admiration, knowing that her charm and kindness drew people in effortlessly.

As the evening progressed, a young man, dressed in civilian attire, entered the pub. His confident demeanor and charismatic presence immediately caught all the ladies' attention. He approached their table, flashing a charming smile.

"Evening, folks," the man greeted, his eyes lingering on (y/n). "Mind if I join you for a drink?"

Lew felt a pang of jealousy shoot through him, his grip on his glass tightening ever so slightly. He knew they weren't a couple, but the connection he shared with (y/n) ran deep. Seeing someone else vying for her attention ignited an unfamiliar sense of protectiveness within him.

(Y/n), always the warm and friendly soul, gestured for the man to take a seat. "Sure, have a seat. We don't mind some company."

As the stranger settled in, he engaged the (y/h/c) in conversation, his words laced with a flirtatious charm. Lewis listened with his jaw clenched as he struggled to suppress the swell of emotions stirring inside him. It seemed that everyone in the pub could sense the unspoken tension between him and (y/n), and their gazes shifted between the trio, observing the dynamics at play.

Unable to bear it any longer, Lew excused himself from the table, his heart pounding in his chest. He made his way to the bar and ordered a drink to calm his racing thoughts. It wasn't that he wanted to claim (y/n) as his own, but the thought of someone else stealing her attention stung him deeply.

As he leaned against the bar, lost in his own thoughts, a voice broke through his reverie. It was (y/n), her footsteps hesitant but determined.

"Lew, can we talk?" she asked softly, her eyes searching his face for any sign of understanding.

He turned to face her, trying to mask the emotions that had consumed him just moments ago. "Sure, (y/n/n). What's on your mind?"

She took a deep breath, her voice earnest. "I noticed you were uncomfortable back there. I want you to know that there's nothing between that man and me. You mean a lot to me, Lewis, and I wouldn't want anything to jeopardize our friendship."

He felt a mixture of relief and vulnerability wash over him. Reaching out, he gently placed a hand on (y/n)'s arm. "(Y/n/n), I trust you. It's not about not trusting you. It's just... seeing someone else vying for your attention made me realize how much you mean to me."

A flicker of surprise danced in the woman's eyes, her expression softening. "Lew... I feel the same way. But we can't, and you know why."

He sighed softly, eyes flickering to her lips momentarily. "I know, doll. It kills me every day."

"Me too, but I'd rather have you as my friend than not have you at all."

D-Day + 1, 1944

In the dense forest of Normandy, the pair found themselves separated after their harrowing jump on D-Day. The chaos of the jump had scattered them, and each of them carried a growing anxiety in their hearts until they could find the other.

Nixon, his mind racing with worry, fought his way through the dense underbrush, desperately searching for any sign of (y/n) amidst the fog of war. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her to the chaotic and treacherous landscape. The far-off sound of gunfire and explosions only fueled his determination to find her.

Her heart pounding with fear, (y/n) moved with urgency through the war-torn forest, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any glimpse of Nixon. The stress of navigating the dark forest made it difficult to focus, but she refused to let despair take hold. She knew that finding him was vital to her own survival, a beacon of hope amid the horrors around her.

As fate would have it, their paths finally converged in a small clearing. Hearing rustling in the trees ahead of her, (y/n) lowly whispered out the call sign.

"Flash!"

"Thunder."

The second she heard the voice, she knew it was him. When both stood up into the small clearing, relief washed over them. Their faces mirrored a mixture of anxiety and sheer joy, and in that instant, the weight they carried lifted, replaced by an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

"Lewis!" (Y/n) quietly called out, her voice filled with equal parts relief and emotion.

"(Y/n/n)!" He replied, his voice catching in his throat. Nix closed the distance between them, embracing her tightly.

"Thank God," Lew whispered, tightening his hold on her smaller frame. "I'm so glad you're okay."

They held each other, taking solace in the fact that they were together once more.

"I was worried I'd lost you," Nixon whispered, his voice trembling with vulnerability.

The (y/h/c)'s grip tightened, her voice filled with unshed tears. "I was so afraid, Lew. I couldn't bear the thought of not finding you."

Their eyes locked, and in that shared gaze, they found solace and understanding.

"Doll, I can't imagine going through this without you," Lewis confessed, his voice filled with a mixture of gratitude and love.

A small smile formed on (y/n)'s lips as she caressed his cheek gently. "Screw the rules, Lew."

With a shared understanding of what they were risking, they leaned in, lips meeting in a tender and desperate kiss. It carried the weight of their anxious hearts, the relief of being together again, and the realization that their love was a beacon of light amidst the darkness of war.

December 1944: Ardennes Forest, Belgium

Finally arriving at his foxhole, Lewis prepared to set out in search of (y/n). As he was quickly gathering his supplies, he heard a faint rustling in the underbrush behind him. Turning around, his heart leaped with a mix of anticipation and trepidation, only to find (y/n) stumbling weakly through the snow-covered trees.

The woman's uniform was torn and bloody and her face was marked with exhaustion and dirt. She looked up, her eyes meeting Nixon's with a mixture of relief and disbelief.

"And where exactly are you hurrying off to, soldier?" She weakly croaked.

Shock and joy coursed through Lewis' veins as he rushed to (y/n)'s side, barely able to comprehend that she was alive. When he reached her, it was like her body finally allowed itself to shut down after running on nothing but adrenaline for hours. She collapsed in his arms as her body went limp.

"Medic! We need help here!" Nixon shouted as he lowered them to the ground, the urgency in his voice echoing through the silent forest.

He cradled her head in his lap, his voice a steady reassurance as he urged her to stay awake between shouts for help. Remembering his little medical training from basic, he put pressure on her gunshot wound, which sat just below her collarbone along her right shoulder.

Panic gripped Nixon's heart as he called for a medic again, his voice trembling with desperation.

His arms trembled as he cradled (y/n)'s weakened body, his heart pounding in his chest. Fear and anguish mingled as he pleaded with her to stay conscious. "(Y/n/n), stay with me. Don't you dare give up. Help is coming."

The weight of her limp form pressed against him, and he could feel the life slipping away from her. His voice cracked with emotion as he whispered words of reassurance and love, hoping against hope that she would hear him, even in her weakened state.

"I'm here, doll. You're not alone. I love you," He murmured, his voice filled with tenderness and a profound sense of longing.

Minutes that felt like an eternity passed until finally, the distant sound of hurried footsteps broke through the eerie silence. Roe and Spina, along with Winters and Speirs had arrived, their faces etched with concern.

"Please, help her," Lewis implored, his voice thick with emotion as he stepped back, giving the medic room to work. Dick placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, overlooking his earlier outburst.

The medics immediately got to work, assessing her injuries with skilled hands. Nix watched anxiously, his heart in his throat. The words the medic spoke were a haze in his mind, a blur of technical jargon and medical terminology. However, he was fully aware that (y/n)'s condition was not a good one.

His eyes never left her face, the anguish etched across his features. As the medic worked tirelessly, Lew felt a mixture of helplessness and determination. He prayed fervently for her survival, his heart heavy with the weight of his love for her.

Time seemed to stretch infinitely, the world outside their desperate bubble fading away. She was stabilized and moved to the company's makeshift aid station, where Lew sat next to her. As much as he wanted to split the distance and take her hand, he knew they were not alone, and anyone could burst in at any moment. As hours passed, he began to lose hope.

As the morning sun cast a gentle glow through the canvas of the medical tent, (y/n)'s eyelids fluttered open, and her vision blurred at first. The scent of antiseptic mingled with the sounds of muffled footsteps and whispered conversations. Confusion and a dull ache permeated her body, reminding her of the ordeal she had endured.

Gradually, the fog of unconsciousness lifted, and her gaze focused on the figure sitting beside her bed, his eyes filled with a mixture of relief and exhaustion. It was Lewis, his face etched with worry lines and traces of dried tears. Roe and Spina excused themselves from the tent, knowing they were intruding on a private moment.

"Hi..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Are you okay?"

Tears welled up in Nixon's eyes as he leaned closer, his voice choked with emotion. "Am I okay? You're the one who got shot, doll."

A fragile smile graced (y/n)'s lips, and her hand reached out, seeking his touch. Without hesitation, he took it, gently running his thumb along the top of it.

"How are you feeling?"

Taking a deep breath, she looked down at her injured shoulder, which was now in a sling. "I feel like I got run over by a panzer."

A small laugh escaped his lips as he wiped a stray tear from his cheek. "I bet you do, sweetheart."

A few seconds passed before (y/n) broke the silence.

"I heard you, Lew... when I was drifting in and out of consciousness. You said... you loved me," She murmured, her gaze seeking solace in his eyes.

His heart swelled, voice raw with emotion. Nixon held her hand tightly, his voice trembling with sincerity. "I meant it, (y/n/n). I've loved you since that day in the café."

"Good," (y/n) chuckled. "Because I love you, too."

Tears welled in his eyes as he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss against her forehead. "I'm so thankful you're here."

"You were the reason I kept fighting to make it back. I was tempted to lay there and give up, but then I thought about you, and I knew I had to get up because I couldn't leave you alone."

His grip on her hand tightened as he brought it up to his lips. "You're right. I can't do any of this without you. I need you here with me."

With a mixture of urgency and tenderness, Lewis leaned closer, his lips gently capturing hers in a kiss that held the power to heal and ignite a fierce sense of hope. It was a kiss filled with unspoken words, a testament to the depth of their love and the strength that had carried them through the darkest times.

As their lips melded together, time seemed to stand still. The world around them faded into insignificance, leaving only the sensation of their touch and the beating of their hearts. It was a bittersweet blend of longing and relief, the taste of their shared triumph over the jaws of death.

Their kiss conveyed a profound sense of gratitude, each press of their lips conveying the unspoken message of "I'm here, I'm alive, and I'm with you." It was a silent pact; a promise to embrace life fully, treasure every stolen kiss, and navigate the uncertainties of the future side by side.

Finally, as their lips reluctantly parted, they remained locked in a gaze that spoke volumes, their eyes reflecting the depths of their emotions. Their foreheads gently touched, breaths mingling as they silently vowed to savor every moment, to cherish the fragile gift of life that had brought them back together.

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[bellewintersroe]

Band of brothers masterlist 🤍🩷🤍

Finally! Here’s some direct links to my work so far :)

All boys: general hc’s:

Platonic BoB x reader - angst. Easy boys reacting to seeing their lady lieutenant for the first time. Easy boys x reader how they react to accidentally upsetting you.

Easy boys x reader the morning after their first time. Easy boys x reader the morning after their first time, part 2.

Easy boys x reader in Bastogne.

Easy boys x nurse headcannons p1. Easy boys x nurse headcanons p2.

Easy boys x nurse headcannons p3. Easy’s reaction to nurse reader getting hurt.

Easy boys x nurse how they react to you finding them hurt. Easy boys x reader enemies to lovers.

Easy boys x reader they see you dressed up for the first time. Easy boys x reader they see your scars for the first time. Easy boys x nurse how they react to you having fun in the water.

Easy boys x reader they take care of your baby alone for the first time.

Easy boys x reader how they react to you going MIA.

Part 2.

Easy boys x reader how they comfort you when you’re overworked

Ron Speirs:

Protective Ron Speirs x reader. Snowy Days, Ron x reader.

British girl x Ron headcanons - Ron being in a relationship with a girl from Britain.

Ron Speirs x nurse! OC multiple part smut - when celebrations reach a high in the eagles nest, who knew their hook up would be more than a one time thing?

Part 1.

Part 2.

Part 3.

Part 4.

Part 5.

Part 6.

Part 7.

Ron Speirs x ArmyNurse! OC mini series - Margaret ‘Maggie’ Emerson, an army nurse attached to the 506th parachute infantry regiment, finds herself growing closer to her company’s captain, Ronald Speirs. With war drawing to an end, a side to the mystery that is Captain Speirs is revealed. Both Maggie and Ron have a difficult time resisting their attraction to one another.

Part 1.

Part 2.

Joe Liebgott:

Joe Liebgott x reader x Talbert smut. - you, joe and Floyd have some fun on New Year’s Eve in a foxhole. Joe x reader x Talbert smut p2- Joe and Floyd finally give you what you’ve been waiting for…

Untitled Joe Liebgott x reader Drabble. Joe Liebgott x reader angst- the two times Joe doesn’t want to see you and the one time he does.

Joe x reader x Shifty - a request for how Joe would react when he’s in love with you but you’re with Shifty.

Gene and Liebgott Headcannons - when they think they’ve lost you for good but then you reunite with them days later, worse for wear.

Babe Heffron:

Babe Heffron x oc smut- Babe and OC spend some well deserved time together.

Eugene Roe:

Quiet Confessions, Eugene x reader smut - as the title described, quiet confessions between Gene and reader. Sympathy for the Enemy, Gene x oc - oc struggles with hating the enemy, especially when some of them are just boys. Gene comforts her when the inevitable happens. Vocal Gene x reader smut- Requested by a reader! Gene is obsessed with you and expresses this through being vocal in the bedroom… Friends to Lovers, Eugene x reader smut - you and Gene are friends for the longest time until one night that changes with a steamy exchange whilst walking home…

Gene x reader headcanons - just some headcanons on how your friendship turns into a relationship throughout the time during the war you spend together.

Gene and Liebgott Headcannons - when they think they’ve lost you for good but then you reunite with them days later, worse for wear.

Floyd Talbert:

Floyd x reader smut - Floyd and your tension reaches a boiling point after two years together. Liebgott x reader x Talbert smut - threesome.

Liebgott x reader x Talbert smut p2. - threesome continued!

Talbert + Christenson headcanons.

James ‘Moe’ Alley:

Alley x oc was nurse! Jenny. Headcanons of their developing relationship throughout the war.

part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5.

Skip Muck:

Skip x reader - mutual pinining - friends to lovers arc. Lewis Nixon:

One night stand, Nixon X Reader - after a long night of boozing you and Captain Nixon wake up besides each other, shocked by your actions of the night before.

Chuck Grant:

Chuck x nurse reader headcanons.

Chuck Grant x reader smut.

Alton More:

More x nurse reader headcanons. Shifty Powers:

Joe x reader x Shifty - a request for how Joe would react to being in love with you but you’re with Shifty. Pat Christenson:

Christenson x reader fluff - pat comforts you after Grant is wounded. Christenson + Talbert headcanons.

Dick Winters:

Dick x reader headcanons - on how Dick steals Sobel’s gf.

#Band of brothers masterlist #Band of brothers imagines #Band of brothers x reader #band of brothers headcannons #ron speirs #Joe liebgott #floyd Talbert #skip muck #Eugene Roe #Babe Heffron #james moe alley #Shifty powers #pat christenson

[joenotexotic99]

How they are when you have a hangover.

A/n I want to thank you all for the support. It's helps me a lot and I appreciate it so much. Thank you <3

Warnings: fluffff, vomit (nothing wild but just to put it out there) drinking themes, some language.

Masterlist

Eugene roe

-when you came home from drinking he knew from your slurred speech and your extra flirty behavior that you were going to have a nasty hangover. He made you drink lots of water before you went to bed as well as some pain killers and toast in hopes of an easier morning. Yet you woke up with a nasty migraine and nauseous. He's there with you as you slowly get through it. Blocking out the light and helping you rehydrate yourself. Making sure you take another dose of pain medication when its time.

"You don't have to do this you know"

"Yes I do, drink up"

Dick winters

- will get you anything you might need. No second thoughts. Holds back your hair when you are over the toilet. He makes sure you are back safely in bed with a glass of water. He then makes his way to the store getting everything and anything. Pain medication, cold patches for your head, electrolytes, comfort meals, favorite snacks. He makes sure you rest and feel taken care of. So sweet omg.

"I know this sucks but it will be over shortly ok sweetheart"

Bull Randleman

-he's been around the block once or twice. He's not afraid to help. You don't make it to the toilet at one point he goes to clean up without protest. You try to stop him. Making a point on how gross your situation is. He just chuckles and continues. You want to be stubborn with this but you hurt everywhere so you sorta just let him. If you ever feel good enough I feel like he would take you out to breakfast to eat a good warm meel.

"I am the grossest human on the planet right now. You have no need to be here right now"

"I'm going to pretend like I didn't hear that"

Lewis nixon

-lets be honest here, he's hungover too. This is definitely not your first time around. You too are like matches and gasoline. As soon as alcohol comes around, having a hangover is set in stone. You might even have to just sit in nature if it gets bad. you know? He will do his very best though don't worry. He knows very well how to treat hangovers. He has it down to a t. Will pass his wisdom to you. By the end of the day it was like you never drank.

"Holy shit nix I love you"

"I love me to"

"Shut up"

Babe heffron

-He isn't as experienced as the rest of easy company but that doesn't mean he hasn't had a hangover before. He doesn't have the "wisdom" of Lewis but you bet your ass he's going to try his very hardest. He knows the feeling of hangovers and he's well aware that they aren't fun. Will pull your hair back and put a cool rag on your head. Help you relax in the shower when you don't feel as much as a sack of dehydrated shit. Cook a good breakfast and eat with you on the couch.

"Sorry i was a mess today, you shouldn't go through all this effort for me"

"You're stuck with me for the rest of your life, better start getting used to it"

#band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers headcanon #band of brothers x reader #eugene roe #babe heffron #dick winters #bull randleman #lewis nixon #eugene roe x reader #dick winters x reader #bull randleman x reader #lewis nixon x reader #babe heffron x reader

[footprintsinthesxnd]

Forgive Me

Pairings: Lewis Nixon x f!reader. Summary: When Lewis Nixon first met Easy Company’s female medic he realised it was love at first sight and it was even better when she reciprocated those feelings. But nothing ever goes smoothly and in the forest of the Ardennes Nixon loses something dear. Warnings: scenes of war, blood, injury, character death, implied sex, graphic images, hurt. Disclaimer: any writing of Band of Brothers characters is strictly based of their fictional representation within the show and is meant as no disrespect to the real hero’s.

Thank you @callsign-phoenix for proofreading.

Y/n had never really thought she would die, it was always in the back of her mind like a nagging doubt, always ready to make itself known but in truth, she never actually thought it would be her. Dying is messy and painful; she had witnessed enough men writhing and screaming in agony as they flailed around like a fish, gasping for air as they desperately clung to their organs that threatened to spill out, blood pooling around them like a deathly halo. Y/n had held lives in her hands, comforted them, and tried to put the many pieces of them back together. It was brutal and cruel, anyone who could romanticise death in her eyes was a fool, there was nothing romantic about it. But she never thought it would be her.

The woods of the Bois Jacques had been unusually silent, the frozen winds having ceased to disturb the trees above her, the soft crunch of her boots on the icy ground and the soft chattering from the foxholes around her was the only noise. Y/n crouched down beside an occupied foxhole, the crumpled brown cover moved and two heads poked out.

“Hey Doc,” Guarnere's voice was gruff and his sleepy eyes travelled up her small frame. Babe sat beside him with a lopsided grin on his face. Both of them were consumed by exhaustion, dark purple bloomed beneath their dull eyes, hot breath leaving their chapped lips in small puffs of condensation.

“You boys doing okay?” She asked quietly, conscious of the other paratroopers trying to catch some sleep in the foxholes around them.

“Not too bad Doc, not too bad,” Guarnere replied, burying his head further into the itchy brown army-issue winter coat.

“You okay, Babe?”

“Never better Doc, I’m living the dream,” he joked, his cheeks rose and his signature cheeky grin graced his lips. Y/n smiled at them both, despite everything, all the horrors they had seen, those two always managed to find something to smile about.

“Good,” Y/n stood, groaning inwardly as her knees clicked, joints crunching as she tried to straighten them. She felt old. She joined the paratroopers as a young woman but she’d be leaving the Ardennes at least 20 years her senior.

Y/n continued her walk through the forest, passing Eugene on her way through, her fellow medic gave her a sympathetic smile, his eyes glassy as if he wanted to cry but couldn’t quite bring himself to show it. Y/n felt for Gene, she understood how he felt, the pain and agony that rested silently behind his eyes like a constant reminder of the tragedies they had endured.

The CP was ahead of her, in a small wooden shack that housed the battalion CP in the forest. Dick Winter’s characteristic red head could be seen moving around, a flash of colour in the otherwise monochrome landscape. She waved as she approached and Dick nodded to his left.

“He’s over there,” he motioned, knowing exactly who she had come to see. Y/n sent him a small, appreciative smile before continuing over to his foxhole. She lifted the flap and slipped down beside him, a small smirk on her lips as she gazed upon his sleeping form. The creases that normally settled between his eyebrows had been smoothed out, his ebony hair was ruffled and unkempt and his face was littered with stubble compared to his normally clean-shaved look. His large winter coat hugged him closely and Y/n couldn’t help but admire the soft snores that escaped from his lips.

“Hey Lew,” she nudged his shoulder gently. “Lew?”

He groaned, causing Y/n to let out a small giggle as he scrunched his face in disgust from this intrusion on his sleep. She ran her hand over his stubbled cheek, coaxing him from his slumber.

“Y/n?” He mumbled sleepy, his voice thick and raspy and ever more sexy than normal. “What are you doing here, Love?” He propped himself up, gripping hold of your shoulders and pulling you into his chest. You hummed appreciative of his warmth.

“I just wanted to see you,” she whispered, nuzzling her cold nose into his neck, causing him to gasp at the sudden intrusion.

Lewis placed his lips to her forehead, pressing his nose into her hair and inhaling deeply. Lewis Nixon, the light of her life. He never failed to make her smile, make her feel safe, and make her feel loved. Y/n lost count of how many nights Lewis had spent with his hands wrapped tightly around her thighs as he made love to her. The fleeting ghosts of a kiss that they stole when no one was looking. His hand brushed against hers during briefings. His smile never failed to take her breath away.

“I missed you,” he pouted, his dark eyes resembling those of a puppy.

“But you saw me a few hours ago,” she protested, laughing at the grown man’s hurt expression.

“But I want to be with you all the time. I love you,” Lewis admitted sheepishly. It’s not like you hadn’t said ‘I love you’ before, but Lewis was a man of actions more than words when it came to Y/n, he showed her that he loved her nearly every minute of every day but he very rarely confessed his feelings, instead choosing to give her a breathtaking kiss, or an especially long hug.

“I love you too,” she admitted, placing her lips to his for a few seconds. Lewis’ hand managed to wrap its way into her hair, pulling her close as his tongue began dancing along her lips. He pulled her up into his lap so she could straddle him, pulling her impossibly close. Y/n groaned as Lewis began to knead her thighs with his large hand.

“Lewis, we can’t. Not here,” Y/n mumbled against his neck as she placed hot, open-mouthed kisses on his exposed flesh.

“Why not,” Lewis groaned, moving his hips inwards slightly to meet hers.

A sudden earth-shaking explosion caused them to pull apart, breathlessly staring at each other as another mortar shell hit. Shouts from outside the foxhole caused (y/n) to scramble to her feet.

“MEDIC!”

“No Y/n, I won’t let you go out there. It’s too dangerous,” Lewis pleaded, grabbing onto the sleeve of her coat, and pulling desperately at the fabric.

“I have to go, Lew, it’s my job. I’ll come back to you, I promise. I always do.” She threw herself forward into his arms, giving him one last kiss before she disappeared into the forest. Lewis watched in horror as she fled into the exploding forest, artillery rounds hitting the trees causing them to erupt into the air, splintering into thousands of pieces that fluttered to the ground like confetti. The explosions seared the air and earth in a way that left it devoid of life, obliterating everything in its wake. Dick dived into the foxhole beside Lewis.

“Where’s Y/n?” He shouted over the artillery barrage.

“She went out there,” Lewis all but sobbed. “Somebody was calling for a medic.”

Dick gave Lewis a sympathetic look as both men watched in horror as the forest floor erupted beneath the paratroopers' feet. Nothing in basic training could have ever prepared them for this.

Y/n sprinted through the forest, trees erupting beside her, sending shards across her path. The wailing for a medic continued and despite the chaos surrounding her and the thrumming of her heart loudly in her ears, Y/n remained calm. She had a job to do and the sooner it was done the sooner she would be back in Lewis’ arms. Earth flew up into her face as the mortar round blew away the Earth before her, the sound of the explosion came with a terrible echo as if it were an anguished cry from God.

Y/n’s ears were ringing, high pitched whistling filled her mind, clouding her judgment and making her movements sluggish. Her eyes watered, eyelids holding back the great floodgates as the agonising pain began to build, moving through her body like some great torrential wave, washing over her and muffling everything that surrounded her. Nothing made sense. She cried out; screaming into the nothingness. Her fingers were sticky and warm as the blood flowed from her, draining her of any feeling. The thick iron liquid filled at the back of her throat causing her to splutter, drowning in her own blood. If only someone could have heared her over the German artillery.

Lewis poked his head out of the foxhole, looking out onto the field of devastation. There was nothing left, no trees stood tall, and the snow was no longer white but stained crimson and brown. Lewis watched as a few other heads popped up from the holes, glancing around in disbelief. They had made it through another night. Jumping up without a second thought Lewis headed away from the CP, Dick’s voice calling after him as he blatantly ignored him. He needed to find her, Dick would understand but he needed to find her. He ran like a madman, stumbling, falling, and regaining his balance. He didn’t care. He knew the other paratroopers were giving him sideways glances, the whispers of ‘Nixon’s finally lost it’ followed him.

To him, it felt like an eternity until he found you but it had been mere minutes, he’d been just minutes away from her. His movements stilled when he reached her, boots skidding to a husky, scuffing up the snow.

Eugene had been the one to find her, he had bandages pressed to her side, and the once white fabric was stained a deep scarlet like the pool that surrounded her now small pale frame. Eugene had her in his lap, supported by his chest as he hugged her close, rocking her form slowly as he whispered sweet nothings.

Lewis dropped to his knees feeling all the air rush from his lungs, he gasped but nothing happened. He’d always wondered how he would die and now he felt like he would die suffocating in the snow in Belgium. His eyes became full and heavy with unshed tears but he couldn’t blink, couldn’t pull his eyes away from her.

“Captain Nixon, I’m so sorry…” Eugene began, but Lewis held up his hand.

“Don’t. Don’t say it.” He crawled closer, each movement seemed sluggish and uncalculated but he made it. Her eyes were still open, blinking up at him slowly.

“Lew..?” She began, but Lewis pulled her close to him, quieting her.

“It’s okay Love, I’ve got you now. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

A faint smile ghosted her lips causing Lewis’ heart to clenched painfully as if someone was pulling it from within his rib cage, wrenching it from his chest. She groaned a little as Lewis tried to prop her up in a more comfortable position.

“I’m so… sorry… Lew,” she spoke slowly, the blood gurgling at the back of her throat and escaping from the corner of her mouth. Lewis wiped it away quickly, placing a delicate kiss on her brow.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for my brave, beautiful girl. You don’t need to apologise,” he could feel the tears making their inevitable path down his cheeks, burying his windswept flesh but he barely noticed, too consumed by the utter torturous image that lay before him.

“I think I have to go, Lew,” she whispered, looking up at him through hooded eyelids, her lashes fanning out her pale cheeks as she blinked slowly.

“No Sweetheart please, I need a little more time,” his begging was futile, they both knew it. Lewis could see Doc Roe’s hand twitch as she began to splutter, choking on her own blood.

“I’m sorry, Lew.”

“I know you are Sweetheart, I know but it’s not your fault. Alright? You were doing your job and you’re so good at it, you’re so good at it. I love you so much,” Lewis placed his lips firmly to Y/n’s as if he could kiss the life back into her. “It's okay if you need to go…l…I’ll be right here with you…always.” Lewis began to choke on his words and he felt Eugene rest a gentle hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay.”

And just like that the life drained from her eyes, once bright and full of hope now dull and leaving darkness in their wake. Lewis was sure he could feel her soul leaving, rising into the bright morning sky, leaving behind the horrors of the Ardennes and finally having the peace she deserved. Lewis lay her body down gently onto the pink snow, cradling her face one last time. “Please forgive me.”

He hastily removed his jacket, placing it over her delicate frame. “In case she gets cold,” he muttered to Eugene as he turned to leave, his tears now falling down his face in generous streams. He couldn’t bear to watch them take her away, not his Y/n, not like this. Lewis found a small, half-finished foxhole near an intact tree, its branches providing some shelter from prying eyes and he wept. It was natural to cry, it felt good to let it all go, the pain, the heartbreak, all of it. He had loved Y/n Y/l/n with all his heart, with all his being, his soul and yet it seemed no matter how much you love someone you can’t always keep them, sometimes you have to set them free.

Dick appeared soon after the news of her death had spread. He found Lewis sitting under a tree, his usually round, jolly face was red and swollen, his chapped lip oozing blood from where he had chewed it worriedly, his hair dishevelled from where he’d run his fingers through it hundreds of times. He’d never seen Lewis like this before, never seen him so broken.

“I’m so sorry, Nix,” he began but his friend only stood, shaking his head carefully.

“She’s gone Dick, she’s gone and I’ve never felt so broken,” Lewis choked on his words, the hysterical sob he’d been trying to contain for the last hour gradually making its way to the surface.

“I know she is, Nix and I understand if…”

“NO, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND DICK! I LOVED HER!” Lewis bellowed, his voice echoing through the shattered clearing. “I loved her and she is gone and it’s broken me. I’m broken.” Lewis turned away and took several steps away from his friend before he stopped. “You’ll make sure she has a proper burial won’t you?” At that moment Lewis Nixon resembled a small boy, his lip quivering, large chestnut eyes like large orbs staring up at his friend.

“Of course, Nix.”

Lewis nodded, seemingly satisfied with Dick’s answer. “Good,” was all he said before he disappeared into the forest.

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[ithinkabouttzu]

BoB Reaction to you having a bad anxiety day

Requested by the lovely @liebgotts-lovergirl 💗💗

Genre: romance, sad fluff

Warnings: Anxiety, anxiousness

Description: The BoB boys reaction to their s/o (you) having a bad anxiety day

Dick Winters

he could just tell you were having a bad day. He would be SO good at listening to you and he would never judge you for a second. He always tries his best to give you good advice, and is going to be there to support you 10000% he just wants to see you smile!

Lewis Nixon

He would try his best to understand what you’re going through and would try to find the root of your anxiety. I think you guys would have a long deep conversation about it and he’s definitely willing to do ANYTHING to eliminate your anxiety or at least minimize it in anyway he can

Carwood Lipton

MASTER listener and comforter. He is such a good person to talk to about this stuff. He would be there just rubbing your back and holding you gently while you tell him what’s bothering you. It hurts him to see you go through any kind of pain and he is by your side ALWAYS, plus he always gives the best forehead kisses when you’re sad.

Joe Toye

Lowkey becomes the biggest softy when he sees you sad or anything like that. He would shoo anyone away if you just want to be alone with him to talk, if you don’t wanna talk then he’ll just sit there and hold you, with bunches of kisses , and he’ll make sure reassure you how much he loves you and how amazing you are.

Joe Liebgott

It breaks his heart. He can just tell when you’re having a bad day coping and he can see when you have an anxiety attack. He just wants to take all that away from you because he loves you so much. He will be there to hold you, sit and talk with you, WHATEVER you want to do, he’s down for it, anything to make his bae feel better - he’ll do it.

Bill Guarnere

Mans is READY to beat WHOEVER might’ve caused your anxiety to get bad. Definitely offers to be your personal therapist LOL, but if you just call him randomly in the middle of the night he’ll listen to you so attentively, he’ll always be there to support you, physically and mentally. But again he’ll kill someone if they’re the cause of your anxiety.

George Luz

George will probably try and make a joke to get your mind off of it at first. But he’ll sit there and listen to you so seriously and you can just see that he cares, I think he would just rub your hand while you talk to him and when your done he would give you the most loving hug ever. He’d probably suggest you guys go watch a movie or something to get your mind off of it afterwards.

Bull Randleman

he is the biggest sweetheart when you’re anxiety gets bad, he’s so comforting and he’s guaranteed to give you the best cuddles and advice of your LIFE. He’ll hold you and let you get all your feelings out before telling you how much he loves and cares about you. He’s just so kind and caring to you that afterwards you feel so much better

Eugene Roe

Master listener and comforter #2. If you start crying he’ll prob get a little teary eyed, because anxiety sucks and you don’t deserve it. He’ll just hug you, strong and loving while stroking your hair. Gene would tell you how sorry he is that you’re feeling down and makes sure to give you infinite kisses. Also remind you that whatever you’re going through, you’ll get through it.

Floyd Talbert

Tries his hardest to be there for you, but physically he’ll be there 100%. Kissing you, holding you, anything. Emotionally it might be a little bit harder for him but he’ll make sure you know that he’s got your back anytime ever. He’ll just sit there quietly and let you spit all of your feelings out while he rubs your shoulder

Skip Muck

I think he would be such a good person to talk to about this kinda stuff. If he saw you sad he would try to cheer you up in anyway possible, or if he saw you having a panic attack he would take you somewhere private where you could calm down. I think y’all would end up having a deep conversation about just anxiety in general and he’ll be sure to let you know that you can talk to him anytime about that stuff!

Don Malarkey

He would be so heartbroken to see you in pain or sad. This man is a total sweetheart and would do anything to make you feel better. He would just rock you side to side in a long hug and repeat the sweetest loving affirmations to you, he would sit and listen to you completely and remind you how important you are to him and the other guys.

Babe Heffron

He would just sit there with the saddest look on his face when you tell him what’s going on. He just wants to tell you it’ll be okay and everything will get better, but I think the bear hug he gives you says all that and a million other things in one. And when y’all are done with the hug, He’d just grab your face and make you look into his eye, before kissing you passionate and lovingly.

Frank Perconte

I think at first he’d be angry for you, because you don’t deserve that at ALL and if anyone made your anxiety worse he will literally come for them. But in the moment he’ll settle down and just let you have the floor to say whatever you want in that moment. He’d have open arms for you and if you need him, he’ll always be there for you!

Shifty Powers

Poor boy literally his heart just shatters when he sees the heartbroken expression on your face. He’s here for you to confide in and you can always find comfort in him, he’d make sure to listen to you and give you the best cuddles on the planet. He’ll also reminds you how much he cares about you and how special you are to him.

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A/n : hiii everyone!! this is my first reaction i’ve done for BoB so i hope everyone enjoys it!!! if you have any requests or any others i should add just let me know!!!! <33

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[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

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!!!

The Hunger Games:

Katniss

Peeta

Johanna

Finnick

Annie

Cato

Clove

Thresh

Gale

Haymitch

Effie

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes:

Coriolanus

Lucy Gray

Sejanus

Billy Taupe

Mayfair

Jessup

Reaper

Dill (nothing romantic)

Coral

Mizzen (nothing romantic)

Treech

Lamina

Clemensia

Tigris

Dr. Gaul

Tanner

Brandy

Band of Brothers:

(Reminder: I am writing for the characters in the show, not of the actual people. Also, please recommend more characters if I haven't already put them here)

Eugene Roe

Ronald Speirs

Lewis Nixon

Richard Winters

Babe Heffron

Joe Liebgott

Bull Randleman

Joe Toye

Donald Malarkey

George Luz

William Guarnere

Wayne Sisk

Henry Jones

The Pacific:

(Reminder: I am writing for the characters from the show, not the real people. Also please send in other names if they aren't already on the list, I forgot some of the characters)

Eugene Sledge

Snafu Shelton

Robert Leckie

Sidney Phillips

Chuckler Juergens

Hoosier Smith

I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream:

Ted

Ellen

Gorrister

AM

Brave New World:

John Savage

Lenina Crowne

Bernard Marx

1984:

Winston Smith

Julia

To Kill a Mockingbird:

Atticus Finch

Rules for asks:

You can do:

1-4 characters

Specify gender (I will choose gender neutral if I'm not given one)

Specify if platonic or romantic

Male reader

Female reader

Gender neutral reader

POC reader

Plus sized reader

LGBT reader

Disabled reader

Platonic

Romantic

X reader

Vs. Reader

Angst

Fluff

Hurt comfort

Yandere content

Polyamory

Headcanons

Oneshots

You cannot:

Ask for NSFW

No aged-up character scenarios (usually weird)

No adult x child (reader being either)

No extreme themes (r4pe, self-harm, pedophilia, zoophilia, etc.)

Ask for over four characters

Extreme gore (unless it is referenced in the fic)

character x character

Rules for following:

You can be:

POC

Disabled

LGBT

A minor

An adult (kinda iffy)

A lady

A man

Anything inbetween

Vegan

British

Pro-palestine

French (kinda iffy)

You cannot be:

A ped0

A n4zi

Zoophile

Terf

Homophobic

Transphobic

Racist

Misogynist

RCTA (race change to another. Y’all are broke Oli London 💀)

Proshipper

Pro-Israel

antisemitic

true crime enjoyer

Zionist

Etc (will add more as time goes on)

You can ask to add characters to the list if they are not already on here!

I will be trying to get my old fanbase back, so if you see any posts that seem copied that you have seen from @mystic-bumble, please know, that was my dumbass.

Thank you so much for reading this! Please ask in my inbox! I will be posting just shortly!

Like and follow for more!!

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[inglourious-imagines]

Broken Hearts Lie All Around Me (Lewis Nixon x Fem!Reader)

Requested by: @warmommy - Yes hey hello hi, may I please request #4 with Lewis Nixon 👀 (also on mobile your bio links are almost invisible, I’m not sure if that was on purpose ❤️❤️)

Prompt: 4 - I'm here. You can talk to me or not to talk to me but I'm here.

Summary: Bastogne, the prompt says it all.

Warnings: some f words

Author's Note: Did I totally freak out when warmommy followed me and then even requested something for Lew? Yes. Did I try real hard for this to be real good? Yes. Did i fail at that more than I thought I would? Fuck yes. Anyway, thanks for requesting and hope you like it!

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Links in bio! (anyone has an idea how to make those visible? cause i don't.)

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"We make each other alive. Does it matter if it hurts?"

Bastogne felt... Y/N Y/L/N didn't even find the right words to desribe their situation. There were moments when she did not feel anything at all, just pure numbness that filled her every sense.

Then there were times, when one thing was absolutely dominating so she could not simply focus on anything else; like the never-ending cold, the feeling of fresh blood on her fingers, or fear.

But most importantly, there were times when Y/N was feeling everything at once; worry, grief, love, hope, pain, warmth and cold; for those times she blamed Lewis Nixon for he was the sole source of her longing, strength and heartbreak.

Y/N desperately wanted to help him, to relieve him from his pain and suffering, she'd do anything just so she could see Lew's face light up with that typical grin of his. Like in Toccoa, two whole years ago that rather felt like 20 years.

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Again, like yesterday, the day before that and the day before that, Y/N made her rounds, walking from foxhole to foxhole, asking if everyone's okay or in need of medical attention. Eugene gave her a whole speech to focus on finding him a pair of scissors, to which she just nodded.

Y/N wandered further than she truly intended to; the trees and snow appearing all the same everywhere. Just the never-ending white following her wherever she went.

It was quieter than usual. Even the wind seemed to cease, as if the whole world stopped, trapping her within the time itself, as she shivered and with helpless expression kept on looking around for any familiar spots to indicate her where she actually was.

"Lost again?" a deep voice broke the eerie silence and Y/N sighed, maybe too loudly, in relief. She turned on her heel and for the first time during that day, she laid her eyes upon her favourite Captain.

He looked more disheveled than she saw him last almost a week ago, his eyes more tired, the bags under them more visible, his whole posture radiating utter exhaustion. Y/N would bet that none of the soldiers saw this, not really, for in times like these, there was no place for such emotions, as horrible as it sounds, and she knew it. Sometimes it almost made her cry, how desperate it made her feel.

"Following me again?" Y/N tried her best to smile but she had a suspicion that Lewis Nixon saw through it all.

"Well," he replied, "I've got to make sure my favourite medic is alright. "

Her cheeks blushed despite the miserable cold. Nixon immediately acknowledged it and grinned. This was the first time Y/N saw him genuinely smile in days, if not weeks.

"Come," Lewis spoke up again, mentioning for her to follow him. "Let's get back before some damn Kraut sees us here."

Y/N fell into step beside him without a word, her hand itching to grab his, not for the warmth it would provide but rather for the comfort she desperately needed.

Y/N could feel Lew's stare on her, studying her closely with absolutely no shame.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." The most basic line of all times slipped out of her mouth before she even realized she was saying it, when the female paratrooper couldn't take his gaze any longer.

"Oh, I will," Lewis said, "as soon as I get my hands on some camera."

His reply took her so off guard that she tripped on a fallen branch and nearly fell right onto her face. Nixon instinctively grabbed her arm to steady her as they found themselves in quite the proximity of the other.

"You should be careful, more careful." Lewis whispered this time, his voice soothing and full of worry which she couldn't quite understand.

Lewis sighed. "You see everybody's pain, all the grief and anger, trying to fix it all, that you completely forget about yourself."

Y/N stared at him. It took her some time to form an answer. "It's my job as a medic to take care of people."

Nixon just shook his head, his face adorned with a soft smile as he looked at her. "You still don't get it, do you. Dick has been pestering me about it since fucking Aldbourne."

She blinked a few times, not really sure what was Lewis getting at. "Get what? Just spill it out."

The soldier sighed in frustration. "That I fucking care about you, okay! That I'm worried sick every single time the Germans decide to send us a little something! That I simply need you with me, as you are, and no different."

His voice was calmer now, as he took a small step closer to her. "I'm here, Y/N. You can talk to me or not talk to me but I'm here."

She could feel the tears forming in her eyes and for the first time in a very long time she did absolutely nothing about it. Her hand instinctively found his, both of them cold as ice, but when their bodies collided, it was like thousands of suns erupted at once.

Y/N was not alone. She had never been alone, it just took another broken soul to make her realize that. The female soldier felt all the words and emotions raging within her but for the time being she swallowed them once again and only pressed her body into Lew's even more.

They will have their whole lives to share everything but in that moment, she was there, he was there, they were both there and that was enough.

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[finishwhatyoustarted-event]

Finished It Friday - October 6

Happy #FinishedItFriday! Here we can celebrate everyone who has finished a project in the latest week of the event.

A little late thanks to a forgetful mind and hectic Friday, but these works can be enjoyed whenever!

Link to the twitter thread for those with tweet promos

in this electric galaxy (we defy the darkness) by moon__goddess

EXO (band) - Kim Jongdae | Chen/Zhang Yi Xing | Lay - Adventures in Space, Canon Typical Violence, Mass Effect AU, No Reapers AU - Rated T "Cartagena Station, the Nemean Abyss, Milky Way 2190 CE Mission: Retrieve information from contact at Fringe. Covert operation. Return information in exchange for target location. (Un)Fortunately, everything does not go as planned."

Turnabout Reprise by HopeStoryteller

逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney - Ayasato Chihiro | Mia Fey & Godot, Ayasato Chihiro | Mia Fey/Houzuki Tomoe | Lana Skye, Kidzuki Kokone | Athena Cykes/Morizumi Shinobu | Juniper Woods - Case Fic, Post-Gyakuten Saiban 6 | Spirit of Justice, Fix-It of Sorts, Murder, Mistaken for Being in a Relationship - Rated T "It's time for the retrial of one Mr. Diego Armando, though these days he prefers the name Godot. Athena Cykes is, maybe, a little nervous about how this is going to go—not to mention a little lost as to why Mr. Wright wanted her specifically here. Still, there's definitely something here that didn't get uncovered the first time around, something that will hopefully change everything. (And if there isn't... well, she can at least say that she tried.)"

Longing to Linger With You by blabbyshark

NSFW - Band of Brothers (TV 2001) - Lewis Nixon/Richard Winters - Getting Together, Swing Dancing, Oral Sex, 5+1 Things, Period Typical Attitudes - Rated E "Five times Dick and Nix dance during the war and one time they dance afterwards."

Haemorrhage (Tell me, if I run away, how long will I bleed?) by Edai

NSFW - Naruto - Gaara & Kankurou & Temari (Naruto) - Alternate Universe – Modern Setting, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Dysfunctional Family, Making Up, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Depression, Consent Issues, Coming Out - Rated E "Kankurou and Temari’s relationship has been damaged for a while already, but, this time, they’ve reached a breaking point that is going to require much more work than usual to fix, and he’s not sure he’s got it in him anymore. //Content Warnings: There are descriptions and discussions of alcohol abuse, cigarette smoking, addiction and withdrawal/craving in about every chapter. I will add other chapter-specific content warnings as needed, but those are pretty much constant for the whole fic so I won’t be repeating them. Rated E for some sexually explicit moments, though no full smut scene. Some of them are dubiously consensual/partially non-consensual. The chapters will have warnings ahead."

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Little Reason by heyholmesletsgo

Tumblr promo - 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) - Sòng Lán | Sòng Zǐchēn/Xiǎo Xīngchén - Fights, Chases, Innuendo, Farce - Rated T "Defending Song Lan's honor, Xiao Xingchen trades insults with a woman of the night, and has his guan of white jade stolen."

#finish what you started 2023 #finishwhatyoustarted2023 #finished it friday

[liebgotts-lovergirl]

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

#3

Starry the Musical: Theo Van Gogh (4/4)

"You've carried me more than you'll ever know..."

45 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

#2

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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47 notes - Posted September 8, 2022

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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60 notes - Posted October 16, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #ayee jazz hands

[rossmccallsqueen]

REQUEST GUIDELINES

(I don’t know what happened to my old post so here’s this)

Hello my loves! Make sure you read this before requesting plssss 💕

If my requests are open, it will say so in my bio. If they are closed, it will also say so! If my requests are closed, pls wait until they are open again to submit a request.

Please send requests through my ask box ONLY. This is the way for me to have an official record of them and they won’t get lost in my messages.

I write smut (I have smut queen in my bio for a reason lol). If I post something smut, you need to be 18+ to read it. I am not responsible for what you consume and will not be held liable.

If you are under 18, you are NOT allowed to request smut. If there is no age in your bio, then I am going to assume you are under 18 and will not write the request.

I have the right to not do any request that I receive. This hasn’t really happened before, but if I can’t get the writing flowing for the request then I will message you privately to see if there’s something we can work out instead.

I’ve had chronic wrist problems for 8 years. I had surgery 7/6/2022 and it should be fixed now. However, with that being said my wrist still does hurt sometimes. I’m also in grad school, so It will take me time to get to your request. Don’t worry, I do have it and I will write it I just have issues 😂

I primarily write reader insert fics. Those are my specialty and most of what I’m comfortable writing.

Anyways, with that being said, here’s who I currently write for and the fandom they are from:

Band of Brothers:

Eugene Roe

Joe Toye

Joeseph Liebgott

Charles Grant

Carwood Lipton

Ronald Speirs

Lewis Nixon

Donald Malarkey

Edward Shames

Edward “Babe” Heffron

Harry Welsh

Henry Jones

Denver “Bull” Randleman

Daryl C “Shifty” Powers

Floyd Talbert

John Martin

William “Bill” Guarnere

Frank Perconte

George Luz

Richard “Dick” Winters

Antonio C. Garcia

Harry F. Welsh

Edward J. Tipper Jr

Lester A. Hashey

The Pacific:

Charles “Chuck” Tatum

Eugene Sledge

John Basilone

Manuel “Manny” Rodriguez

Muriel “Snafu” Shelton

Robert Leckie

Romus “RV” Burgin

Sidney Phillips

Wilbur "Bud" "Runner" Conley

James Paul “JP” Jordan

Bill "Hoosier" Smith

Andrew "Ack Ack" Haldane

Undrafted:

Pat Murray

Arthur Barone

Fotch

Ty Delllamonica

Vinnie Malzhan

David Stein

John Garvey

Polacco

Dells

Zapata

Bohemian Rhapsody:

Joe Mazzello/John Deacon

Rami Malek

Gwilym Lee/Brian May

Ben Hardy/Roger Taylor

Lucy Boynton

Allen Leech

(For those with just actors names listed, I’m not comfortable writing for their characters. Unless it is Freddie platonically. I do not write for Mary for reasons. For ones with actors and characters I write for just their actor as well)

Queen (the band):

Roger Taylor

Freddie Mercury (only platonically)

Brian May

John Deacon

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Chrissy Cunningham

Robin Buckley

Nancy Wheeler

Argyle

Jonathan Byers

Jim Hopper

Joyce Byers

I do not write for any characters under the age of 18 in the show (even if their actor is 18+ if their character is not I do not write for them)

Marvel:

Steve/Captain America

Wanda/Scarlett Witch

Sam/Captain America

Bucky

Peter Parker/Spiderman (but only Andrew Garfield’s spiderman, as we see him graduate)

Moon Knight/Steven Grant/Mark/Jake

Doctor Strange/Stephen Strange

Loki

Thor

Natasha/Black Widow

Yelena

Kate Bishop

Shang-Chi

If you don’t see any marvel character listed that you’d like just message me and I’ll add them!

Thank you for taking the time to request something from me and thinking of me to write it! I am honored to do so. Happy reading my friends!

#danielle answers #danielle writes #the pacific #marvel #band of brothers #stranger things #bohemian rhapsody #queen #undrafted

[brekkersnerd]

Chapter 1 - (In)Perfect Family

Lewis Nixon was born on September 30, 1918, at 11:30 in the morning. Doris was terrified. She was afraid she wouldn’t make it through childbirth, and she was afraid her child wouldn’t make it. And if they did, she was afraid she wouldn’t be a good mother.

Stanhope had softly shushed her every time she brought this up. It was a ridiculous notion. She’d be a wonderful mother; he was sure of it. She, however, wasn’t comforted.

Her water broke at about midnight last night. She was in labor for seven and a half hours.

The couple had been in bed for an hour before she woke to a wet feeling down her legs. She sat up with a gasp, “Stan, Stanhope. My water just broke!”

He grunted but got up, “Let me go get your mother,” he tied on his robe and moved out of the bedroom door. “Can you call the midwife while you’re at it, please?”

“I can sweetie, I’ll be back.”

So far contractions hadn’t started but she knew they would eventually. All the information that she had learned about pregnancy came from her mother, his mother, or a doctor or her midwife. She knew all the risks and all the information that she needed if she had need for it.

Her mother burst through the door, “Dor, your water broke?”

“Yeah, yeah it did.”

“Alright, let’s get you up and cleaned. Then, I’ll change the sheet.”

Slowly, Doris slid her legs off the side of the bed and onto the floor. Her mother helped her stand up and walk to the bathroom attached. Once she was in a different night dress and sat on the toilet seat, her mother went and changed her sheets.

“Doris? Sweetie, Stan said that your water broke. Any contractions?” Sally, her mother-in-law, came in to stand in the bathroom doorway.

“No, not yet.”

“Stan wanted me to tell you that he called the midwife, she’ll be here in an hour. She has a doctor on speed dial if you need it.”

Doris took a breath, “Okay, thank you. Where is Stan?”

“He’s currently talking with his father, I’m not sure what about.”

She smiled at her daughter-in-law, who returned it, “Thank you Sally.”

Blanche came back to the door, “Are we ready to settle at the bed for a while? The sheets are changed.”

“Yes, can you get me a glass of water though?”

“Of course. Let’s get you settled first.”

So, each women took a side of the pregnant one, and gently guided her to the bed. Once she sat down, she was met with an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach and her back. She groaned slightly, “Are you okay?”

Doris shook her head, “No, I think the contractions are starting.”

“Okay, how bad is the pain?”

“About a three.”

“Not too bad then, yet. Alright, I’ll go get the glass of water. Sally, can you watch her please?”

“I won’t be going anywhere.”

+

The midwife was there within an hour. By the time she got there, Doris’ contractions were up to a pain level of six. However, they were still fifteen minutes apart. By now, she’d been in labor for an hour.

Stanhope came in to check on her, “How are you doing sweetheart?”

“I wish I could go back to sleep.”

“Then sleep. You have time.”

Doris gave him a pout, “I can’t though. Little bear is still in here. And uncomfortable.”

He grinned slightly, “I know. Why don’t you get up and walk around for a while? It might help you relax.”

“I suppose it won’t hurt to try.”

He gently grabbed her hand in his and pulled her to sit up. Once she sat up, he helped her stand. “There. Now you’re ready to walk.” She gave him a sarcastic grin in response.

They walked around the room, down the hallway, into the upstairs study, and back to their room. They didn’t try the stairs, they were hard enough on her as it was, seeing as she didn’t have a small stomach.

By the time she was tired of walking, she’d been in labor for two hours. The contractions started to last for forty seconds rather than ten, and the pain level went up to seven, they were still fifteen minutes apart.

+

By the time it was eleven the next morning, she was fully dilated and ready to give birth. She was tired though and in a lot of pain. Seeing as she only napped for an hour and that was at four. Doris just wanted to sleep; she didn’t want any of this.

The midwife was telling her different things, not that she was really listening, and giving orders to Sally and Blanche.

By the time the supplies were ready to use, the midwife gave the good to go to start pushing. Doris was on the floor, which was also uncomfortable, and so she started pushing. But it was hard. “You’ve got to push Dor! You want this baby, yes?”

“No mom! Not really! Why did I let you put this thing in me!”

Stan held her hand, “It’ll be okay. Look, if it makes you feel better, we won’t have another one.”

“Good. I don’t ever want to go through this again!” The women in the room held their smiles back, she would say she didn’t want another baby, but it would happen.

“I can see the head. Keep pushing Mrs. Nixon!”

A scream echoed out, “I can’t! I can’t do this,” she cried, “You are never touching me again!” By now, her grip on his hand intensified, “I won’t. I won’t touch you,” he didn’t care about his hand though. You could hear a small cry come out, “The head is out! Come on! You have the body now. Another push.”

She cried again but gave another push. “Here’s the shoulders! Good girl! You’re halfway there. Come on, a couple more pushes!” Doris’ throat was starting to get raw, she was tired, but another push came.

“One more. Just one last push Mrs. Nixon, make it a good one!”

“Come on Dor, it’s the last push and you’ll be done.”

“I can’t. I-I just can’t,” she cried again, “Darling, you can. Come on, we’ll meet our new little bear soon enough,” Stan offered what he hoped was a comforting smile. Doris looked over at him, tears in her eyes making his heart break. “What should be we name little bear?”

“We’ll see, okay? Just get them out safely for now. Okay? You think you can do that?” She nodded to him, “Okay, one last push. It’ll be okay.” And one last push she gave, it was surrounded with screams. “The baby’s out,” the midwife cut the umbilical cord and cleaned up the baby. The sounds of its cries echoed out.

“It’s a healthy baby boy,” she handed the baby to Doris. “He’s adorable.” As soon as he was in his mother’s arms, he quieted down.

While the midwife was cleaning up, Sally and Blanche stepped out to give them some privacy. “What should we name him?”

“Lewis?”

“After his grandpa?”

“Yes.”

Doris smiled, “I like that.”

“And then, we could give him Fletcher as a middle name?”

Doris started to cry again, “My father would’ve loved that. Thank you for thinking of him.”

Stanhope grinned at his beautiful wife, wiping each of her tears, “Of course, I would’ve loved to have met your father.”

“He would love you. I think you would’ve loved him too.”

“So, Lewis Fletcher Nixon?”

She nodded, “Lewis Fletcher Nixon. Welcome to world baby boy.”

There was a knock on the door, “Come in.”

Blanche was the first one in, followed by Sally and then finally Lewis. “I brought you some water, how are you feeling my dear?”

“Tired and sore. Can I get off the floor?”

“Yeah, Stan can you help? Sally can hold the baby.”

“What did you name them?”

“He’s Lewis Fletcher Nixon.”

Stanhope’s father had tears in his eyes, “Son, I am honored, as I am sure Fletcher would be as well.”

Once Doris was settled on the bed and drank some water, she was immediately out. The other four had taken turns holding the baby and talked quietly, giving Doris some much needed rest.

Lewis Fletcher Nixon was born at 11:30 in the morning, on September 30, 1918, in New York City, at Nixon’s family mansion. He couldn’t have been more loved.

A/N: I know next to nothing about birth, so this most likely isn't accurate at all.

#band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #fanfic #lewis nixon #nixon family #family #nixon

[mads-weasley]

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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[bellewintersroe]

Hi i just wanted to say that i absolutely love your BOB headcanons,especially your x nurse headcanon.And i wondered if

you considered making a part two,but i dont want you to feel pressured and hope you start to feel better ❤️

hey! I would love to write a part 2, thank you for requesting!! I’m guessing you mean with different boys? If that’s not what you meant feel free to request again &lt;;3

and thank you, I’m feeling better now, I have some time off work so I can just chill :)

Band of Brothers x Nurse reader headcannons part 2:

Hmmm so just a recap, reader is a nurse attached with Easy company, and she’s super duper pretty (you can make up her appearance however you feel comfortable) anyway, a lot of the men fancy her/ are stunned by her beauty. I could honestly write so much stuff about a nurse reader x BoB, so if anymore has more ideas feel free to request :):):)

Lewis Nixon:

I feel like Lewis would intentionally get hurt on purpose just so he can speak to you. And I don’t mean major, dangerous wounds, just scratches and bruises.

after he’s divorced he’s THIRSTY, and whilst he’s always thought you were a pretty lady, he was married so his focus was not on other women.

anyway, let’s say it’s towards the end of the war, Nixon would (for once) go swimming, slightly tipsy and when he bashes his knee he goes limping over to you all child like.

“Nix, you’re so stupid swimming when you’re drunk!” And you’d probably berate him, grabbing his arm and pulling him over, all whilst he’s got a silly little smug smile on his face whilst you’re cleaning him up.

dick would roll his eyes at Lew’s obvious flirtation attempts lmao.

he’d like to talk to you about how his days been, and in return he can find out more about you, he’s inquisitive and super interested about you.

if you’re feeling a little down he notices this straight away and probably offers you some VAT 69 to share (if he can get his hands on some).

maybe you two drunk kiss??? Idk either way this man is thirsty for you, but he’s too polite to outwardly let it show too much.

Dick Winters:

I think out of everybody Dick is gonna be the most professional and respectful EVER.

There’s absolutely 0 flirting, 0 disrespect, you’d never catch him checking you out. He’s in the army, he would not dare step over a line, especially when it comes to a woman.

he loves you, you’re an amazing nurse, he admires your work and your personality, he truly values you as a friend. He knows you’re stunning, and he can see how all the other men are blatantly gob smacked by you.

the two of you probably laugh at their silly antics.

Maybe just maybe, Dick would blush around you, but that’s probably the only hint of anything as far as flirting??? I feel like anyway.

seriously too sweet and respectful.

Babe Heffron:

I can’t believe I didn’t write about him in part one ONG this boy this boy this boy.

would be red face central, he’d be blushing and stammering, probably al giggly. He has the BIGGEST crush on you out of all the men in Easy.

You’d probably know it as well.

I think it could either go one of two ways, the first is that he’s too shy and a little intimidated by you, so if he ever gets hurt or has to have physical exams he’d avoid you at all costs LMAO.

“Hey, Bill, switch lines with me would ya’?” “Wha’? Why?” “just do it!” “Ya scared of her or??” nah!” “she’s a real sweethear’, ya know!! Our platoon nurse-“ “it ain’t that, Bill!” He’s physically pushing Bill to the other line, purely because he’s too nervous to have his physical done by you. Bill would LAUGH at him for this.

Stammers around you but you just think he’s the cutest person ever which makes him blush even more, oops.

another way I could picture Babe being is still obviously a little nervous and fidgety, but he does things purposefully so he could be around you. Like cute things, he wants to sit next to you at the table and walks you home if you’ve been to the pub.

his crush only develops further into the war, I can really see him growing full on feelings, and at some point he gets too frustrated and just completely opens up to you about this.

I can picture this being after everything you’ve all been through in Bastogne, you took just good care of him- he’s upset because he just knows you don’t feel the same way back.

hmmmmm but you do, and he’s completely wrong- and let’s just say Babe would be the best boyfriend ever, protective, playful, cute, respectful. I could talk about him and a nurse reader for hours omg.

he’d be so in love and he’d look after you, in Bastogne you’d do small things like rub his back or bring him small treats that you think he’d like. He never forgets this and he’s the first to find you and bring you small gifts/ compliment you.

dreads the thought of anything happening to you in the war, he would worry.

Joe Toye:

Joe is so smooth, I can see him getting with you the very first night you meet, do I need to disclose more?

yes I do.

he’s so confident, yet so sweet, his raspy voice is such a good way to a girls heart, and all the boys would be sooo jealous that he leaves the pub with you.

whatever you wanna do or not do is fine with Joe, he’s super attracted to you and for the sake of these headcannons let me just say he’d leave you sooo satisfied after the first night of being together 😏😈.

Lingering eye contact, omfg it’s so hot, the two of you would be such an aesthetically pleasing couple.

loves you in your uniform omfggggggg. Probably would go try help you out in the medical tent just to flirt with you- ends up with a heatedddd make out session.

I think you’d have such a flirty bond with one another- not sure how it would play out later in the war- but especially in Toccoa and England I can see Toye and a nurse really enjoying themselves- if you know what I mean.

Chuck Grant:

He’s so underrated I can’t.

okay hear me out on this one, Chuck has such a smirk lift onto his face the second he sees you. He thinks you’re beautiful and he feels his heart kinda skip a beat.

whilst respectful, I think Chuck has a boyish nature about him, especially before you all get shipped off to war. When he finds out you’re placed in second platoon with him he’s super duper happy.

the two of you get close through training, and I think there could be a fairly teasing/ flirtatious nature within your friendship.

Chuck would have no problem complimenting you openly.

one day you’d be patching a fake wound up on his chest and he’s shirtless and there’s so much tension and omfg he just grabs you and you both kiss.

so so so much sexual tension between the two of you I can’t.

Even tho nothing is established between the two of you, you’d find his hand snaking under your nurses uniform, onto your lap, under the table when you’re all sat in the pub.

I think for maybe no specific reason apart from timing and privacy, the two of you don’t have sex for a while- so there’s even more tension.

idk it’s fun, he calls you his ‘girly’ as a way to wind you up and mocks being hurt so you can fake help him.

Would either tone this down or up depending on how shy/ flustered you are.

nothing too much comes of the two of you, maybe that is until later on in the war- you grow close together as friends, there’s always that chemistry lingering between you two, except now you’re both older and aged massively from the traumas of war.

You two bond, and when he gets shot I think you’d stick by him, not only to take care of him and treat him, but I think it would be easy to fall in love with one another due to the closeness you two share.

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[hanisaway]

you know i'll take my heart clean apart if it helps yours beat

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[lyselkatz]

They say don't let them in / Close your eyes and clear your thoughts again / When I'm all alone, they show up on their own /Cause inner demons fight their battles with fire / Inner demons don't play by the rules

Inner demon - Julia Brennan

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[brightly-painted-canvas]

You know marito x marito ! Warm hands , soft hair, and please stay!!!!

@cielo-chii loving the fact you asked in anonymous but then gave yourself away with ‘marito x marito’ XD (ti voglio bene!)

1. “Your hands are so warm!” (Winnix)

Everything is cold in Bois Jaques.

Everything is white as snow and still and quiet and very, very cold. The shaving brush and razor are cold, water freezes in the canteens, hands and feet go numb after less than a minute of inactivity.

There’s nothing much to do in the CP tent when there are no reports from the front lines and there have been no incursions by Col. Sink and his minions, so Dick just sits around and, consequently, has been experiencing numb limbs for hours.

That’s it, until Lew finally walks out of his ‘cave’ of tarp and blankets and ventures outside looking for coffee to spike and food to scarf down.

“Is it the morning or the afternoon?” he asks, blinking quickly to adapt his dark eyes to the white light reverberating on the snow.

“It’s the middle of the night.” replies Dick sarcastically, his tone flat but his teeth chattering so loud he feels betrayed by his own body.

“And you’re waking me up? Rude.” snickers Nixon, walking around the tent in search of rations.

“Here.” says Dick, handing out the cup of lukewarm (almost frosted, to be fair) coffee he’d been clutching in his frozen hands until that moment.Lew sends him a thankful look and doesn’t hesitate to gulp down the last of it.

He sits down on the log Dick is occupying, eyes wandering over the desolate expanse of snow and trees surrounding them, then fixing his gaze on Winters’ shaking fingers.

He moves swiftly, catching Dick by surprise: in a beat Nixon is holding both his hands, trying to instill some warmth in his frozen fingers.

“Your hands are so warm!” exclaims Dick, the loudest sound this tiny plot of forest has heard in a while, his tone awed and confused like one of a child.

“Yeah, the only positive side of having gross sweaty hands in every other environment.” he comments, amused by the other’s reaction.

“Shall I nominate you my own personal hand warmer.” are Dick’s solemn words after a while, when Nix has let his hands go and he’s stretching his warmed-up fingers.

“Oh, so that’s why you woke me up, you tyrant!” jokes Lew, making them laugh.

(can we accept the headcanon that Nix has sweaty hands - like me -? Please? We’re still very cute and we deserve rights and recognition!)(also sassy!Winters is the best Winters)

2. “Your hair’s so soft…” + “Please stay.” (Winnix)

They haven’t fought. They don’t fight.

But they’ve come close to that, ignoring each other for a while, going through their businesses for the day separately, a surprising sight for those used to always see them together, along, in unison.

(”Captain Nixon is back, right sir? Where is he?” asks Luz like of course Dick would know)(”Nixon?” goes Speirs some times later: “I saw him on the jeep, thought he’d be with you.”)(”When you see him, sir, can you tell Captain Nixon there’s mail for him?” says Vest at the post office)

“You’ve been demoted.”

“Demoted, right. Got it.”

They haven’t fought, but they aren’t speaking and Dick is confused while (he knows) Lew is hurting.

He finds Lew on the bedroom floor of the house he’s billeted in.It’s late in the evening and it took Dick all these hours to figure out he should come see him, be the one offering the olive branch even though they haven’t really fought.

Nixon is shivering like they’re back in Bastogne, but on closer inspection he also looks pale and sweating, as if he’s fighting a fever.Withdrawal may look like that, Dick thinks.

“Please tell me there’s still a bottle in your footlocker.” he hears coming from Lew’s cracked lips but he just shakes his head, not even dignifying that with a spoken answer.

He sits down right next to him at the foot of the bed, stretching his legs on the wooden floor, feeling Lew’s head lolling right and left until there’s warmth on his shoulder and his cheek brushes on dark and messy locks of hair.

He reaches for Lew’s forehead with his hand, checking for a temperature, combing the curls back up and out of Nixon’s face.

“Your hair’s so soft…” he says in awe, like he’s said countless other times, like they haven’t just had the closest thing to a fight happening between them.

Lew just sighs and Dick can’t tell if he’s amused or just tired.

“I’m sorry, Lew.” he declares, but he’s not even sure what he’s sorry for. There are lots of things he’d probably be sorry for.“I’m just glad you’re back with us, so I can keep you close.” Keep an eye on you he doesn’t say, because he’s not even sure it hasn’t always been the other way around: he needs Lew to keep him safe, keep and eye on him.

Nixon doesn’t react.

After a while, Dick moves to push himself up, maybe help the other reach the bed, sleep in a better position.Lew’s hand stop him, surprise him, clawing at his thigh, at the fabric of his trousers.

“Please stay.” he mumbles, tiredly: “Stay a little while.” he adds as an afterthought, because maybe not giving an indication of time it’s still too much, too early for them.It’s not.

They’ve fought for the first time, today.

And Dick just stays.

(spero ti siano piaciute, patatina mia!)

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