'Surely you are taking this out of context', you say. NO. Nobody else gets a mention of looking good while he's live blogging Carentan in his diary. In fact, Dick really seems pretty bitchy.
Things that are worthy of note:
"Restrict Welsh from Drinking + he gets mad."
"Kicking men out of Ditches all the time."
"Spears" (Honorable mention for Ron, ig. He was there.)
"Boy's bitchin about food- although there eating steak all the time."
"Set-up up not as good. Gen Taylor comes around- Don't give a damn - he seems quite pleased. Knew of Co. standing fast at Carentan + of my being hit."
to anyone saying there's nothing to look forward to, I'm not saying it has to be anything spectacular or huge. it could just be a song or a book that will release in a few days, a tv show, anything!! no matter how small it seems it can keep us going
noises in the bedroom with ron, lew, lieb, luz, and shifty
word count: 770+
warnings: reader has female genitalia, degradation (only in ron's), praise, teasing, i call nixon a whore for the reader (it's true)
notes: i couldn't include babe in this one cause i just decided that i would write for him (and therefore i must do Research) but hope you guys enjoy anyway !!
ronald speirs
big on praise-degradation, like 50/50 on it
unless you managed to really set him off (ex; make him jealous on purpose, tease him, be a brat, etc.), then don't expect very many kind words
he can be so mean and unfair when he wants to, but by the end of it heβs worshiping you like you're a deity
heβll call you a slut but his slut, yk?
could not care less about who hears β no one's gonna confront him about it anyway with his reputation, and they're definitely not coming up to you either since they know ron is going to be death glaring them the whole time
he groans and grunts huskily + openly and encourages you to not cover up/muffle your sounds with your hand
(quickies are, of course, the exception since that would be unsafe, and if higher-ups are around, obviously he's about to care; in any other situation though, no one is safe from hearing the two of you)
lewis nixon
somehow his moans are louder than yours???
LIKE that's not a bad thing, it just means he's enjoying it just as much as you but he's just so vocal about it, saying your name or princess, doll, sweetheart like his life depended on it
(he's such a whore for you, especially when he goes down on you. you're gonna be feeling the vibrations of his groans bc omg is he obsessed with eating you outβ¦but that's another story)
this is mostly because he also does not care who hears (same exceptions as ron). i imagine dick having to come talk to you all flustered, his face matching his hair and his eyes cast to the ground, asking you guys to keep it down
β¦nixon definitely didn't get any play for two weeks after that
despite being the #1 slut for you, he still manages to tease you, saying things like, βtell me how bad you want it.β (as if he doesn't want it just as bad)
joseph liebgott
he's probably the biggest pottymouth out of the five
anything he does is followed up by a hoarse βfuck, dollβ or βshit, (y/n)β
he's trying to cover up the fact that he's a bit of a whiner/panter
heβll kiss marks onto and around your breasts to muffle the sound of his moans
definitely says βyeah, you like that?β or βthat feel good, baby?β during foreplay, smirking down at you while youβre begging for more (he's a little cocky with it)
becomes soft during and afterwards; he's scared to be vulnerable but he can't help telling you how pretty you look, how good you feel, and how much he loves you
will probably confess some of these things in german so he's not as vulnerable, but you still get the gist either way (and if you do understand german, he's screwed)
george luz
honestly he's just kind of unserious, like this man is giggling he's so happy to be with you (and his laughter and smile are infectious so now you're laughing too and telling him to shut up)
heβll praise you with jokes, telling you you're prettier than any pinup model
βrita doesn't have anything on you, beautiful.β cue you rolling your eyes with a smile and telling him heβs cheesy
he's a little bit of a cusser too (especially when you play with his hair), not to the level of lieb though
βdamn, (y/n), i'm lucky you're all mine.β
eventually the jokes and goofiness dissolve into him straight up telling you how good you feel around him and that you're especially gorgeous like this
+ him confessing his love for you when he's still catching his breath
β(y/n), have i ever told you how much i love you?β
βmaybe 100 times today, georgeβ
βoh so not enough thenβ you kiss him before he can remind you again
shifty powers
loves to praise you (and be praised honestly)
like he swears up and down that you're the most perfect girl alive
he can't believe that you're his and he's yours
kind of shy about his moans but he can't stop himself/hide them well enough because he moans at the slightest touch (he's so in love with you)
whimpers when you say he's making you feel good and βdon't stopβ
he's definitely asking if you're sure about anything and everything, reminding you that you don't have to go through with this if you don't absolutely want to
you just have to be like βdarrell c. powers, please just take meβ and lord will he oblige you with the brightest goddamn smile on his face
things from the 2001 television programme band of brothers that haunt me to this day:
- weβre paratroopers lieutenant, weβre supposed to be surrounded. not to be your 60 year old military obsessed uncle about it but that line goes hard
- nixβs little giggle he does sometimes
- Iβll never forgive them for leaving geneβs medic training out of their training montage. in fact you know what? go back in time, film a parallel sequel of the other 9 eps from geneβs pov
- popeyeβs βthey called you guys too?β and the way his accent specifically scratches my brain
- they gave me moose heyliger and his massachusetts accent for like 20 minutes then the narrative snatched him away from me and i still miss him
- the way meehan looks at winters after he tells him to close the flap, in fact letβs talk about how every single one of wintersβ commanders are obsessed with him in one way or another he truly is the it girl
- the chaos and fear that precedes gene and the calm and comfort that follows him
- I know everyone thinks βweβll go to chicago, Iβll take you thereβ is the insane line but the one that actually makes me lose sleep is βwhat, and give up all this?β THAT MAN SAID I WOULD RATHER LIVE THROUGH THE HORRORS OF WAR THAN HAVE LIVED MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU
- alley is So Beautiful and I donβt think we collectively talk about it enough
- babe being some rando replacement in episode three and whilst his other replacement friends are being absolutely roasted he is immediately adopted by bill and then gets gene fucking roe of all people to connect to him?? heβs too powerful I need to study him
- speirs being this ghoulish terrifying boogeyman until lip is anywhere near him then heβs suddenly dimples and kicking his feet and giggling
- speaking of lip and speirs their little sarcastic in jokes, lip finishing speirsβ sentences fml itβs giving married
- you been working out? IN FRONT OF EVERYONE?? LIEB YOU SLUT?? THEN YOURE GONNA LAY IN HIS BED WAITING FOR HIM??? insane behaviour
- the unexplored but high potential friendships and the way I wanted like 16 more episodes for shifty and lip, nix and luz, nix and web, sisk and perconte, winters and gene, grant and tab, lieb and alley, speirs and harry, etc
- the more haggard and bitchy nix gets the hotter he gets. he also must be studied.
- βyou should pack up those ears and go homeβ ok sobel kinda ate with that one ngl
- speaking of sobel the little confused/bewildered/piss-pants faces he makes david schwimmer the actor you are
- the silly little wide stance pennywise ass run hall does before he gets murked RIP king
- klepto speirs ilysm
- joe toye and his brass knuckles are v sexy
- sink letting nix give winters his oak leaves was very shipper girl of him
- lip harry nix speirs winters in the eagleβs nest dream blunt rotation
- the unsustainable amount of cunt served by nix, frank, babe, and luz at all times is truly a marvel
- tab really checked lipβs dick and balls mid battle and honestly thatβs friendship
- bit parts for simon pegg, tom hardy, andrew scott, james mcavoy, michael fassbender, jimmy fallon ?? bob casting director you will always be famous
- peacock is so fine if he was even a little good at his job Iβd be obsessed with him (special shout out to the scene of him getting sent home on furlough)
- I could list out every one of their meaningful little moments together but really itβs babe and gene just tethering and grounding each other and how they seem to gravitate to each other out of blind instinct? thatβs some BrontΓ« whatever our souls are made of bullshit Iβm afraid
- ok I know I said I wasnβt talking about little meaningful moments but gene staring across the convent at where babe is sitting, lost in the peace
-bull in replacements getting imprinted on by a bunch of baby ducks and being SO PLEASED ABOUT IT heβs not the stepfather, heβs the father that stepped up
- speaking of, the underutilization of bull in the back half is such an out of character bad call
- you are officers, you are grown ups, you oughta know. HEβS RIGHT AND HE SHOULD SAY IT AND THATβS ON GENE BEING THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO TELL OFF WINTERS
- I know nix and winters are married and whatever but the real married couple behaviour is luz constantly pissing off joe and joe immediately letting it go
dick is the type of dad to make sure you brush your teeth, set out your clothes for the next day, say your prayers and gently tell you that yes, it is too late for a snack before tucking you in for the night and lew is the type of dad to army crawl across your bedroom floor ten minutes later with crackers and a whispered βdonβt leave any crumbs I love you goodnightβ
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: mentions of war, 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.β
After parking, the boys entered the diner with a ding and sat down at a window booth.
βWelcome to Morganβs! Weβll be with you in a moment,β 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 cola 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 trousers.
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 genuine 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 sensationβthe gentle pressure, the soft warmthβas 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 her dad 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 donβt talk about it much, but the warβ¦ It was hell. December of 44β. We didnβt have winter clothes or supplies, and the men- the casualties were terrible. There werenβt many Toccoa men left afterward.β
(Y/n) squeezed his hand gently. βI remember being so worried about youβ
βWhen things got really bad, I would read your past letters. They were the only warmth in that frigid forest.β
βI did the same thing here. When I missed you more than normal, I would read the letter you sent me for my 25th birthday. Itβs in here somewhere,β she whispered, searching through the box. (Y/n) knew Lewis didnβt like to go on about the war, so over their marriage, she just listened and didnβt 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.
βDear 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 weβve shared and dreaming of the moments weβll create together when this war is but a distant memory.
Your presence in my life has been nothing but a gift, and every day, Iβm 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.Β
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. Itβs 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, weβll celebrate your birthday in a way that makes up for all the times weβve been apart. I hate that Iβve 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,
Lewisβ
A fond smile formed on her face as she turned to him. βI think I read that every single holiday, and when I hadnβt gotten anything from you in a while.β
βI had one of those, too,β he smirked. βMine involved a few pictures and a-β
(Y/n) smacked his arm with a mock gasp. βLewis Nixon! Our daughter and granddaughter are in the next room over!β
βEhh,β he shrugged. βIt never stopped us before.β
βI donβt know if you havenβt noticed, Lew, but weβre not in our 20s anymore, hun.β
With a chuckle, Lewis started sorting through their box of pictures once again. There were ones from Maryβs 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 Lewβs mom and sister in San Fransisco.
βRemember this?β He asked as he held it up.
(Y/n) raised her eyebrows and laughed under her breath. βI remember I got the worst sunburn of my life that trip.β
Laughter filled the air of the small room as the couple continued to sort through their beloved possessions.
Two Weeks Later
A few days 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.Β
βWeβve had a great life, havenβt we?β
Tucking into her husbandβs side, (y/n) laid her head on his shoulder. βYeah, we have. You know, Iβve been thinking. I think even in a different life, you still wouldβve been mine, Lew.β
βMe, too, Sweetheart,β he whispered, kissing her temple. βWe really were timeless."
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hello! I'm very much enjoying your Little Women-inspired Band of Brothers fic so far. two of my favorite stories combined, and I love the way you've done it so far with introducing the four sisters. also, childhood friends to lovers is one of my favorite tropes and I'm really looking forward to seeing more of Vivian/Donnie π₯°π
if you're still looking for requests, I do adore Don Malarkey, George Luz, and Joe Toye (your choice) - maybe something to do with fake dating for New Year's π₯³ (or another holiday of your preference), or something angsty with a happy ending, if that's more up your alley? thank you!
Hello hello sorry for disappearing for a while there! My mental health took a dive and then uni took over my life and my mental health crumbled like a paper bridge.
Some things: The longer fic will be here shortly I promise! I'm sorry this is so short, I'm just trying to get back in the swing of things now that I have a month-long break from uni. I tried to make this gender-neutral please let me know if Iβve missed something! Iβve also given Reader a sister for plot reasons but she is referred to by a nickname.
And thank you for your kind words about Little Women (chapter 3 coming ASAP)
Just a Boy Standing in Front of a Girl
George Luz x Reader
Obviously you hoped this day was coming. The war is over. You're going home. What you weren't expecting was having to leave George. You lived on complete opposite sides of the United States, and you weren't *together* per se. You were just friends. And friends say goodbye before leaving.
"Ey! There's my favourite medic!" He bounded up to you like a giddy child, searching your face to gauge if you heard the news.
You wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist.
"We're going home Georgie!"
He smiled brightly, "We're going home! What's the first thing you're gonna do?"
You pulled back, "Oh, I don't know actually. Maybe go see my sister."
"Not your ma?"
"My mother has been begging me to come home and marry some socialite for months now. Giggles is the only one in my family who's actually written to see if I'm okay."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Should I be expecting a wedding invitation?" His tone was joking, but you could see on his face the prospect worried him.
"Nope." You smiled softly. "Not for a long time."
"What are you going to tell her?"
"I don't know yet." You sighed through your nose. "But come on Georgie quit being a cold fish! Let's celebrate!"
He laughed as you took his hand and led him to your friends. Now was the time for fun.
George gave you his address and made you promise to write as much as you could. Sometimes the letters were short and sharp, updating each other on your lives. Sometimes they were long and heartfelt.
This latest letter he could have sworn there were tear stains on the paper.
Your mother had gotten suspicious of all your activity. She pressured you to find out just what was going on. You had to lie. She would never have approved of you corresponding with someone at this frequency if you weren't dating.
You panicked. You told her half-truths. You met George years ago at training, fell in love but kept it professional until you got home, and now you were separated by distance.
She gave a doubtful hum and offered to invite him to Giggles' birthday. A girl only turns 21 once after all.
You cried as you wrote to George, asking for forgiveness for throwing him under the bus. He simply replied that there was no need. He was excited to meet Giggles and see what all the fuss was about in your hometown.
You huffed a sad little laugh when he signed off 'the best lover on the East Coast.'
This was going to be... interesting.
It's hard to see him again, not only for the memories you would always associate with him, but also because he seemed happier. Some annoying part of your brain tells you he's happier without you. The grin on his face and the strong arms wrapped around you say otherwise.
Lord you have missed George. But he's missed you more.
You have this glow about you, and he knows that despite the pressures from your mother, you are happy. And when he meets Giggles he understands. She is sunshine in a pinafore. He feels his own mood lift, thankful that you have such a light in your life.
Dinner is a difficult affair, George seems to lay the PDA on thick. Your mother stares him down like a spider. Giggles teases you both to no end. You're halfway through a bottle of your favourite drink just to keep yourself occupied.
Giggles cracks open her first bottle of champagne and drags you into the kitchen to 'help her pour.'
She rounds on you, holding your wrists so she can lean in. "What was that?!"
You're taken aback, "What do you mean?"
"For two people who aren't actually dating, you sure look like you are."
You gasp and pull her as far away from the dining room as you can. "Giggles! What are you talking about?"
"Oh come on! I can see from a mile away you two would make each other so happy!"
"That's not the point! How do you know we're not really together?"
Your sister smiles sheepishly, "I may have looked through your letters- But! But! Hear me out. You two are meant for each other."
She actually pours some champagne, leaving you to your thoughts.
It's only later when George goes outside for a smoke that you can finally talk to him. Your mother had a little too much giggle juice and was sound asleep in her room. Your sister made herself scarce with a wink.
You steal the cigarette from his lips, take a drag and put it back. A habit from deep in the Ardennes forest.
He huffs a laugh and takes his own drag.
"I... I have something to tell you. And I need to get it all out first or I never will."
He nods a little apprehensively.
"I don't want this to be fake. I think I actually love you, not in the way I love Joe or Babe or any of those guys. I'm for real, long-haul, scary in love with you."
He begins to laugh.
Your heart is about to fall out of your ass.
Why is he laughing?
He stops, his face dropping when he sees your expression.
"Sweetheart, when you wrote to me, asking me to come here I went out and bought a ring." When your eyes widen, he reassures you. "I'm not proposing yet, I just need you to know I'm serious."
You smile brightly. He does too.
You look at his lips. He does too.
You lean forward. He does too.
And when your lips finally collide, a loud cheering erupts behind the the glass of the back door.
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