#that's the kind of a man nix was! not leaving dick's side

[pastlivesandpurplepuppets]

Around that time, the officers had a lottery for a thirty-day leave. They gave it to Peacock because Nixon won, but turned it down. He wouldn’t leave the men on the front line. That’s the kind of officer Nixon was.

~ Babe Heffron

[footprintsinthesxnd]

Loving Her Was Red

Summary: Lois Drake an SOE from England didn't expect to fall in love, she didn't want to but there was something about the blushing, red-headed officer that melted her cold exterior. But war is no place for love and can they endure. Warnings: implied sexual images, swearing, Lois and Nix being sassy.

Love From R

Dick groaned as he rolled over, his back sore and his legs aching as his blurry eyes adjusted to the ceiling above him. It wasn’t the ceiling he normally woke up to. The familiar plain white ceiling of the house he was billeted in was gone. Its wake was a lavishly painted ceiling with Greek figures strewn across it. As Dick’s eyes adjusted to his surroundings he noticed the ruffled bed covers across his naked frame and the remnants of his dress uniform was discarded across the floor. There was a note on the bedside table with his name inscribed and he reached over to grab it.

“I had a lot of fun last night.

I hope to see much more of you Dick Winters.

R”

“R,��� Dick spoke softly, pondering over the name R. “I thought her name was Lois,” Dick scratched the back of his neck. “Maybe I did have too much to drink after all.”

Dick dressed quickly and hurried out of the unknown hotel room, oblivious to his disheveled hair and loose tie, as he desperately tried to keep his now buttonless shirt closed as he hurried for a bus.

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He never done the walk of shame before. He’d seen Lewis do it enough times but had never himself experienced the humiliation. Clearly Easy Company had never seen him this embarrassed either and they seemed to line the path of the camp to watch as he hurried towards the officers billet. Calls and whoops from his men followed him as he slammed the wooden door behind him and sighed.

“Well, well, well Dickie. You look like you had a good night,” Lewis called from his spot lead across Dick’s bed. Harry Welsh was sat on the other side sniggering to himself as Winters glared at them.

“Don’t say anything,” he snapped, moving towards his wardrobe and changing quickly into his PT hear to join the other men.

“Oh come on Dick. I need all the details. What is the infamous Lois Drake like in bed?” Dick opened his mouth to silence the pair when a familiar feminine voice spoke, “well Nixon, wouldn’t you like to know.”

Dick spun around so quickly he nearly toppled into Lewis, his face an imagine of horror.

“Lois,” he croaked, his voice cracked and dry as he all but wheezed her name.

She just smiled, “glad to see I still have that effect on you, Lieutenant.”

Dick straightens his tie, standing a little taller, “what brings you hear? I thought you were heading straight back to London.”

“Plans change,” she grinned at him, “and I have a meeting with Lieutenant Nixon. All the SOE’s working with the 101st have been sent to the base today to meet with the intelligence officers and to start formulating plans. My fellow SOE, Kate, has been assigned to Fox Company. We each have a company to work alongside so I’m sure, as I am with Easy, that I’ll be seeing a lot of you Dick.”

Dick nodded, his cheeks flushing a bright shade of red, “well then… I-i cannot wait to work with you in the future,” Dick stumbled over his words before excusing himself and leaving Lois alone with Lewis, who only smirked.

“Does Dick often act like this around women?”

“Oh all the time but you’re the first one he actually went to bed with. Normally he just blush profusely and makes awkward chit chat until he can leave.”

“How do you know we slept together?” Lois protested, knowing that Winters was not the kind of man to make such ideal gossip.

“Dick is never late to anything and this morning he was late, without proper attire and sporting a love bite that he did not have last night. It doesn’t take a genius to piece that together,” Lewis smiled smugly as if he’d just cracked the Enigma Code.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Lieutenant. Cockiness is not becoming and you are far from a genius so I wouldn’t expect you to figure it out,” Lois clicked her heels together as she turned. “Shall we head to the meeting?”

Lewis grumbled under his breath before following after Lois in defeat.

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Lois' fingers drummed impatiently against the hard wooden desk, her eyes scanning over the officers as they waited to start the meeting. Dick gave her a sympathetic smile from his seat next to Nixon that she didn't reciprocate, her mind too focused on the embarrassment of her friend's lateness.

Colonel Sink, noticing the anxiety in the room spoke up, "Captain Drake, could we start the meeting without Sergeant Blythe?"

Lois sighed, "I apologise for my friend's tardiness but she will be here, I assure you."

Right on time the door flew open with a loud bang, ricocheting on its hinges. Kate burst into the room, her hair loose from its normally neat curls and her lipstick a little smudged at the corner of her mouth.

"Kate Blythe," Lois stood up, hastily making her way over to her friend, "It's nice of you to join us."

"Sorry, I'm late," Kate mumbled, her eyes glancing over the officers, sending Dick a quick grin.

"I'm so sorry for this gentlemen but could we reconvene in ten minutes?" She pushed Kate outside.

Dick watched as Lois spoke fervently to her fellow SOE officer, her arms waving frantically as she berated her but soon softening. He couldn’t help but admire her, the way she seemed to embrace power and excel in her position but also show her softer side.

Lewis cleared his throat beside him, digging his elbow in Dick’s ribs, causing him to flinch. Harry and Buck who sat opposite them shared a cheeky smile and Dick found himself blushing again. He didn’t think he could stand any further embarrassment today.

“You’re staring again, Dick. You’ve got it bad,” Lewis jested, sniggering as he whispered in his ear. Dick just batted him away, sighing when Harry leant across the table and asked when the wedding was.

“Will you call just shut it, please. We’re in a meeting for Pete's sake.”

“Whatever you say, Dick,” the men replied but continued their silent conversation with the occasional glances and sniggers.

The door swung back on its hinges again, screaming in protest as the two women entered.

“Sorry about the delay gentlemen. Are we ready to begin?” Lois strode across the room, taking the spare seat beside Dick with a smile. It was then that Dick Winters knew he was in trouble.

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[eugeneroehoe]

Feel

Nix is a very touchy person.                                          Correction: Nix is a very touchy person to Dick Winters and him alone.

Notes:

Epilogue available on Ao3 here

Word Count: 2,327

CW: mentions of period-typical homophobia

This portrays a romantic relationship between Dick and Nix, so if you’re not about that, this one’s not for you!

This is based off the actor’s portrayals, no disrespect intended to the real men.

This was basically just an excuse for me to be overly dramatic for 2,000 words about Winnix and I’m not sorry

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Dick could hardly remember what it was like without having one Lewis Nixon glued to his side at nearly all times. The more he tries to remember it, the more he realizes he doesn't want to. It's become so natural to have Nix with him, always. So much so that when Nix leaves his side for any reason, it feels like a part of Dick goes along with him and doesn't return until Nix comes back to him again. Then, and only then, does he feel completely whole.

Maybe he was being a bit dramatic.

Dick silently watches Nix's figure disappear around a corner and feels the empty air by his side as much as he does the dull ache in his heart.

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When Nix returns, he always initiates some sort of physical contact. A pat on the arm or shoulder, a playful nudge, an amicable hand clap, slinging an arm around Dick's shoulders, or just pressing right up against his side like he was fitting right back where he belonged.

When they first became friends, Dick assumed the other man was just more comfortable being in other people's personal space. He certainly acted that way with Dick, even right from the start. Dick wanted to observe the other a bit, to see if he was right in his prediction.

After not much time, he discovered he was not.

Formal handshakes were the extent of the touch between Nix and any other person he interacted with, even if he liked them. He still smiled and made jokes, but he kept a respectable distance between him and whoever he was with. If Dick were part of the interaction as opposed to being an onlooker, Nix would shift himself to be closer to Dick than anyone else. If he found something particularly funny, he would bark out a laugh and one of his hands would land on Dick's forearm, and sometimes his fingers would curl inwards to give a little squeeze.

Dick almost wished Nix was just the kind of person who didn't understand the concept of personal space, because that would make deciphering his behaviors a lot easier. But Nix did understand, that much was clear.

For some reason, Dick was an exception.

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When they walked together, it was as if they were tethered with something invisible but very much present. Often, Nix would bump into Dick's side lightly because he stayed so close to him. Dick would sometimes glance down at him with an amused smile pulling at his lips, and other times he wouldn't notice because he was so used to the feeling of it, the feeling of Nix.

Once he made a quip about Nix still being a little drunk from the night before, to which Nix huffed and shoved into him intentionally, causing Dick to laugh quietly.

Dick noticed most things, but their little walking habit was something that he had to actually discover rather than identifying it immediately.

He became aware of it when they strolled together aimlessly during a quiet night, not speaking, just feeling each other's presence. Dick looked away from the landscape to scan the poorly lit gravel road they were on. That's when it clicked. He estimated the width of the road was at least 10 feet across, and there was not a vehicle, person, or obstacle in sight.

Yet with each step, he could feel Nix's arm brush against his own.

It was then he thought, 'well, that's a bit odd', because he didn't know what else it was. There was simply no reason for Nix to be right up against him while they walked, they had plenty of open space on the road. But yet there he was, and Dick didn't want to break the silence to point it out to him, and at that point he hadn't really been sure why.

They kept walking, the only sounds accompanying them were the crunch of gravel under their boots, the gentle brush of fabric when their arms met, and their shared breaths.

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When Dick is promoted, he is constantly surrounded by various reports and paperwork. If war was Hell, being cooped up in an office drowning in paperwork was the next closest thing to Hell as far as Dick was concerned. He tried not to use the word hate (which Nix occasionally brings up to make fun of him), so he'll go with he 'strongly dislikes' his current position. He'd much rather be out leading his men, where he's of better use. Anyone could do what he's doing now, but many times had there been proof that not anyone could do what he had been doing before he ended up here.

Nix, of course, knows how Dick is feeling about his current state. Dick expressed his distaste verbally to Nix purely to get some relief, but he knew even if he hadn't, Nix would've known anyway.

And because Nix is Nix, and he always tries to do what he can for Dick in his own ways, which is why he finds time to stop by Dick's office after he's done with his duties for the day so he can help him with the mass of paperwork he has to go through, even though they both know Nix hates paperwork just as much as (if not more than) Dick does.

Before Nix takes a seat, he would put a warm, comforting hand on Dick's shoulder as he came up behind him from where he was seated at his desk. He would stay like that and lean forward to peer over Dick's shoulder to get a look at what he was working on.

On some instances, Nix decides to nearly cage Dick in with his body.

He'll rest his right hand on Dick's right shoulder, his left hand pressing onto the desk on the other side, and then lean over and stay like that for a few moments, his eyes on the papers in front of them.

The first time he does that, Dick goes as stiff as a pole. If Nix notices, he doesn't comment on it, and he eventually removes himself. Dick has to swallow heavily before he is able to answer the question Nix had casually asked him.

But with time, Dick grows used to it, like he does with everything related to Nix. He writes it off as just another one of his best friend's quirks.

One night when they were quietly working, Dick pauses when he lets his mind wander back to when they were doing field maneuvers back in training. With Dick, Nix would always lean in very close to discuss information about their mission and to point at locations on the maps. A few times his fingers would brush against Dick's when both their hands were on the map. With anyone else, he would stand upright, no leaning, no brushing of fingers.

He looks up from where he was blankly staring at the paper on his desk. He looks at the man across from him, studying him with more care than he ever did for any piece of paper he'd come across. Nix is looking down, writing. Dick just watches him.

Then it hits him with such force that it knocks the breath out of him. He'd known deep down all this time, but he only acknowledged the surface level of what it really was. But he'd known, he just hadn't realized it yet. For such an observant guy, he could really be blind sometimes.

All those touches, those looks, the shared thoughts, the familiarity he felt when Nix was with him and the emptiness he felt when Nix was not. Nix was his best friend, yes, but he was also so much more.

Despite the men liking to joke that Dick was a romantic, he'd never been in love. He briefly wondered what it was like, but never let it occupy too much of his mind. Now, it was the only thing on his mind because now he didn't have to wonder anymore, he knew. He was in it, and there was no getting out.

Not that he wanted to get out, because who in their right mind would want to stop loving someone like Nix?

He finally caught his breath, and stood up from his chair. Nix broke into a little smile without looking up.

"Throwing in the towel already?"

"Lew."

His tone is distinct enough for Nix to still completely, then slowly look up to meet their eyes. From hearing his name to seeing how Dick was looking at him, Dick knew that Nix knew in that moment. Because that was how it was with them. They were close physically, sure, but also in every other way along with that. But this wasn't enough, Dick needed to tell him.

"Lew," he repeated, unsure of what to say because it felt like Nix's name was the only thing he could remember. When words failed him, he decided to take a page out of Nix's book and use actions instead.

He rounded the desk at a pace that was too slow and too fast at the same time until he was right in front of Nix, who had slowly risen to his feet when Dick started approaching him. He looked down into the familiar brown eyes in front of him, and he saw a reflection of exactly what he was feeling. That hit him hard too, because he wasn't sure how he never saw it there before.

This was the first time that it was Dick who got into personal space. Then, he realized, he didn't have any 'personal space' when it came to Nix, just space. It wasn't personal because everything that was his was also Nix's, and that's the way he always wants it to be.

Dick raises his hand and tingles run all the way down his arm. Nix's eyes don't leave his, but Dick can see him shift ever so slightly. Dick moves slowly, giving Nix plenty of time to put a stop to what he was about to do. Nix doesn't.

Nix's skin is soft and warm under Dick's calloused palm, and he traces a sharp cheekbone with the pad of his thumb delicately. If people had actual stars in their eyes, he was sure that's what Nix's had in them, and he didn't have to see his reflection to know his were the same.

Nix, who is always the one to initiate any contact, is completely still. Arms dangling at his sides.

This is practically unheard of for him, but Dick knows his Nix well, and he knows that the man thinks that if he does anything it'll shatter what was happening right then. So Dick does it for him this time.

Their lips are soft and pliant against each other, and they fit together so well it's like they should never be apart.

The kiss is tender and fleeting, but it's the most intense thing Dick had ever experienced in his life. Nix looks almost bewildered when he opens his eyes, but he slowly comes alive.

"Took you long enough," he rasps, trying to make sense of what just happened.

"I know," Dick replies easily, "I've been blind for a long time, but now I can see. I've always felt this way, I just didn't know what it was until now."

"And...what is it?" Nix treads carefully, because he still isn't sure this is real. Things like this only happened in his dreams, which is how he knew they were just dreams because life couldn't be that good to someone like him.

"I love you," Dick answers.

"That's real good, Dick, cause I love you too."

They stare at each other, letting the words sink in. It was real. It had been there for a very long time, but only now was it set free. It was the most relief either of them had felt in years.

Dick was already imagining what the future would look like, because maybe he was a romantic. There were so many possibilities, but not one of them existed without Nix in it with him. He wanted to spend every precious moment of his life that he could with Nix (even though that wasn't much different from how his life had been for a few years). Right after he'd felt like he was on Cloud 9, he hit rock bottom.

Assuming they'd even live to see the end of the war, there was an obvious problem. That problem was Dick wouldn't be able to hold Nix's hand when they're out on a walk together, kiss him just because he wants to no matter where they are, take him out to the movies, meet him down the isle and slide a band on his finger that would match his own.

People like them didn't get to have that luxury. And that killed Dick, because he suddenly wanted all that with Nix more than he could ever want it with any woman he'd come across. But with Nix, he'd never get to have that.

Nix was still looking at him, and heard all his thoughts, mostly because they were the same ones he had when he fell in love with Dick. It was his turn to put his hands on Dick's face, soothing the worried lines away and then pulling them closer until their foreheads rested against each other.

The action alone was enough for Dick to realize he could make all those sacrifices and live in a constant state of fear of being discovered if it meant he got to love Lewis Nixon in exchange.

And with that, he made Nix a promise he intended to keep:

"I won't be able to love you as much as I want to in this world, because this world won't be kind to us if I did. But when we leave this world and go to a better one, I'll make up for it."

[lenabob]

I'm so sorry about your writers block! It's always hard to get through that, and I hope you get through it 💕 If you need BOB prompts, I'd love to request something :) Could you write a oneshot with the BOB boy of your choice reuniting with their s/o after the D-Day jump? Thanks love, and I hope this helped!

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You Look Like Hell

Natasha’s leg started shaking as much as the plane. She could not believe after two years of training she would actually jump into Normandy.

“Hey, everything is going to be alright.”

“What?”

Natasha was so in her mind she forgot about the environment around her.

“Your leg. I can tell your nervous. But you’re ready for this. You’re one of the best.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant Winters.” Natasha could feel her face becoming a crimson red.

“You’re one of the best leaders out of this whole division,” Natasha muttered nervously.

“You’re too kind.” He laughed modestly

“No, Dick, I don’t say things if I don’t mean it.”

It was now his turn to blush.

Natasha finally realized of why she was so nervous. It was not fearing that she will die but fearing the one she loved the most would. Dick and her have been dating for a year but due to him climbing up the ranks. She felt she could not say anything to the boys. Not wanting to be favorited. Of course Nixon knew, he always gave them that look when they would talk. Oh how one time she thought how Nixon was the one that made them realize that they were in love.

Before she could think of anymore memories, everyone got the signal to stand up. One by one they yelled. “Five ok, four ok, and etc…”

“Two ok!”

“One ok!” Winters yelled.

“Promise to make it to the town.” Natasha whispered.

“Promise.”

Everything was silent but suddenly flashes of light painted the sky. The blissful environment in the plane was disturbed by constant rumbling. The tension was higher than ever. Right then and there Winters was in the plane at one moment but in a blink he was gone.

Time went by in a dance where everything was so fast but at one moment when she was at the door time stopped. It was her time to prove herself. In a blink of an eye, she was in Normandy.

As she opened her eyes, she felt like her head was splitting open. Her surroundings was a blur. She could only remember the last thing she saw was a tree and a man. As she started to gain consciousness, a terrifying image appeared in front of her feet.

“What the fuck!”

Right in front of her, was a man in a German uniform laying on the tree with a blood stain in the middle of chest. His eyes were glazed and his body motionless. Natasha remembered instantly at the sight of how the man ambushed and pushed her into the tree. Right before, she lost consciousness she tried to shoot the guy hoping she was not the one saying hi to God. She guessed that God was one her side this time.

Natasha grabbed all the twigs and leaves on her hair while she was trying to find her map. As she got her map out, she squealed in relief. She was not to far to the town. Just a mile a way.

…

Natasha stumbled into town. Everyone was looking at her like she was a dead man walking.

“You guys going to say something or what?” She laughed

“We all thought you were dead.” A voice came from behind.

“Nix, you know I’m one of the best paratroopers in town.”

He laughed. “Follow me. Someone has been worrying about you all day. He’s kind of been pestering me all day about you.”

“Nix, can you lead the way.”

“Yes, ma’m”

As they were walking towards where Winters was, Natasha felt a knot in her stomach. In a flash, they got to the place.

“It’s your time to shine.”

Natasha nodded. When she got to the door, she took a deep breath and turned the knob ever so lightly.

“You look like hell!” Winters yelled out.

“Yeah, I know. I’m so sorr-“

Before she could get another word in, Dick just grabbed her arm and pulled her into his embrace.

“Next time, can you promise me that you’ll make it. I have been worried sick about you.”

“I know, I know,” she cried softly, “ I promise I will never make you worry like that ever again.”

hope you enjoyed! 😊

[mrsalwayswrite]

More Than Today (Richard Winters x Reader)

So this has been in my wips for MONTHS. But here we are! I know its also been a hot minute since I’ve written any BOB fics. Sorry, friends. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: a couple swear words (thanks Nixon)

Words: 2750

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Paris. 

City of Light.

City of Love. 

 Dick Winters just wished the soldier behind him would stop bumping his chair as he laughed at another dirty joke. 

 It had not been his idea to be here. Apparently Sink thought he needed a break. Nixon and Welsh ganged up on him, practically forcing him to pack his bag and get on the train. 

 Now that he was here though….it was nice. 

 He would never admit how many steaming, hot baths he had taken since finding his hotel room. Plus, sleeping in a real, soft bed- his bones sang with joy at the reprieve from the hard, army cot it had been subjected to for years now. 

 Tomorrow morning he was supposed to be leaving. His last 24 hours in Paris. Truthfully, he had done nothing, just rest. Both physically and mentally. He knew if he returned without having visited some kind of touristy place, both Nixon and Welsh would be furious. Though, he would have to have a conversation with Nix. It was not until Dick started unpacking that he found the box of condoms Nix must have slipped into his bag when he was not looking. 

 Sometimes he wondered why he put up with the man. Even that thought made him smile. Somehow him and Nix, they just clicked. Completely polar opposites but maybe that was what allowed their friendship to take root and grow. 

 The soldier behind Dick laughed loudly, rocking his chair back with the movement and knocking into Dick once again. He grimaced, just saving himself from spilling coffee onto his Class A uniform. He knew he outrank the man behind him and all his friends, he could easily say something…. but that seemed like a battle not worth fighting. 

 He quickly finished his small cup of coffee, relishing the actual bitter taste of the drink verse the watery stuff the army supplied. Standing up, he pulled out the change from his pocket, ready to leave a tip for the nice waitress. 

 "There you are!" A feminine voice called out with a distinctly British accent. 

 Dick lifted his head, knowing she was not talking to him but still curious. But then the strangest thing happened. He looked up and met her eyes as she walked past the few other tables. A blinding smile lit up her face and he felt his heartbeat stutter at how beautiful it was. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the others sitting around watching her with interest but her eyes remained solely focused on him. 

 When she came to his side, she gently placed a hand on his forearm and lifted up slightly on her toes to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "I'm so sorry I am late, love. I lost track of time. Do we still have time for a cup or shall we go?" She easily asked, as she slid down into the extra chair at the table. 

 He stood frozen for a moment, his mind questioning everything that just happened. Thankfully, his body went on autopilot and he sat back down in his chair. "Uh…. it’s fine."

 "Lovely!" She beamed, waving a hand to get the attention of the waitress. 

 As he stared at her, his mind finally seemed to feel the tension hidden just below the surface of her overly-sunny disposition. Her hands laid in her lap, a white-knuckle grip on her small purse though. A friendly smile remained on her face but her eyes kept shifting warily over to the other side of the street, like prey keeping a predator in its peripheral. 

 Confused and now concerned, he peered over to where her eyes kept shooting. Two men stood across the street watching her with sullen expressions. Their uniforms informed him they were US army, the chevrons on their sleeves stated they were both sergeants. 

 Dick turned back to her and lowered his voice, even though he guessed over the noise of those around him, the men would not hear. "Ma'am, are you alright?"

 "Wait." She said sharply, even though her smile never faltered. Then the waitress approached and the woman ordered a cup of tea with enthusiasm. Dick found himself ordering another cup of coffee per her insistence. 

 Finally, the waitress walked away, having had a brief conversation about the lovely color of lipstick she wore with the woman across from him after taking their orders. 

 It was then the woman peeked across the street once more. Whatever she saw, Dick watched the tension ease out of her. He glanced over to see the two men making their way back down the street. 

 "Bloody hell." She muttered, dropping her face in her hands. 

 "Are you alright? Were those men bothering you?"

 "Mmm? Oh, no, well yes. They kept following me even after I told them I was meeting my fiancé. I am so terribly sorry I dragged you into this, it was either find someone to pretend to be my fiancé or find an alley nearby and stab them. I quite like this dress and would prefer not to get blood on it today."

 He just stared at her, unsure how to take her answer. He would have thought it was a joke but with the way she casually answered, as if stating the sky was blue, he assumed she was serious. "Um, right." He coughed, not quite sure where to take the conversation from there. Luckily, she seemed to notice. 

 "Is there somewhere you need to go? I truly am sorry for holding you up. I'll pay for your coffee when the waitress returns, it's the least I can do. Don't feel like you have to stay here just for me."

 "No, no. It's alright, ma'am. I was just…." His voice trailed off. 

 She smiled softly at him, folding her hands in her lap. "Are you stationed here in Paris?"

 At that moment, the waitress returned with their ordered drinks. 

 "No." He answered her prior question, watching her take a sip from her cup. His own cup sat between his hands but he felt no need to drink it yet. "My CO demanded I take a 72-hour pass."

 "Mmm….so you are one of those?" She laughed lightly at the look of confusion on his expressive face. "A CO who actually cares about his men, focuses on making sure they are taken care of, instead of spending time with the other officers wasting all his money on booze and women."

 "Um…." He could feel a warmth spreading over his face. Hoping to hide it, he brought his cup to his lips and took a sip. 

 "It's alright, sir. We need more officers like you in this damn war. What's your name?"

 That he could easily answer. "Lieutenant Dick Winters, Easy Company, 506th, Parachute Infantry Regiment, 101st Airbourne."

 "Pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant Winters. I'm y/n y/l/n. So Airbourne, hmmm? I've heard about you. Tell me about your training."

 And somehow Dick found himself telling her about Currahee, about the jumps at Mackall, the field drills in Upottery, even laughing about Sobel's antics with her. 

 Eventually, their cups ran dry. 

 "Where are you off to now?" She asked pleasantly.

 Dick answered honestly, feeling relaxed in her presence. "I'm not sure."

 "Well, it so happens I was on my way to visit the Notre-Dame Cathedral. Would you like to join me?"

 "Sure."

 Dick insisted on paying for both of their drinks, claiming his mother would read him the riot act if he allowed a woman to pay for her own. As they walked away from the cafe, she slipped her arm through his like they had done it a million times. Instead of feeling embarrassed or uncomfortable at the unexpected physical touch, he found himself smiling down at her. 

 What started off as a day without any intended plan, just enjoying not being on the front line or behind a desk writing reports, became one of the most enjoyable days of his life. After the Cathedral, they wandered along the Seine, stopping at any shop or attraction that caught their eye. She regaled him with different facts or histories of places they saw and other locations in Paris. Before the war, she had spent some time in Paris and now, having returned as a translator, she felt it was even more important to remember those things that the Nazis tried so hard to destroy. 

 Soon conversations turned to their own experiences at home, his in Pennsylvania and hers in London. The more they talked, the more he found himself attracted to her beyond the physical. She was a breath of fresh air amongst the smog of war. A ray of sunshine to remind him that above the dark clouds of War, the sun still resided. But even if the day was spent in laughter and companionship, a war still brewed outside. A painful reminder to what Dick's priorities should be. So, he promised himself that he would enjoy her company now, but once he left Paris, he would put her out of his mind. His men and the war came first. 

 As night settled over the city, they walked side by side back to her hotel. It was not too far from his own, thus he refused to listen to her protests and told her he would escort her back for her own safety. 

 "Well, this is me." She stopped in front of the lovely hotel. "Thank you for escorting me."

 "It's the least I can do. You spent the whole day being my tour guide."

 "That sounds dreadfully boring. But you'll have stories to share with that Nixon friend of yours. Though he may be more impressed if you bring him back a vintage bottle of wine."

 "No, he only drinks Vat 69. Lord knows where the man keeps finding the stuff."

 "Besides your footlocker?"

 "Yeah, besides that." He chuckled at her jest and the mischievous smile on her face. As they stood there, smiling at one another, he found himself wishing they had more time. That perhaps he had met her before or after the war and had been able to court her properly. For now though, he would cherish their time together. "Thank you for today."

 Her smile held a hint of sadness in it, as if she lamented their separation just as much as he did. "I pray our paths will cross again." 

 "Goodnight, y/n."

 "Goodnight, Dick."

 He stepped back, lingering a moment longer to gaze at her. After, he turned and started to walk away. The hour was late and they both needed to sleep. It was less than 8 hours until his train was to depart in the morning and he knew it would be wise to enjoy his soft bed one more time before returning to a hard, army cot. 

 "Dick!" 

 He spun around, surprised to see her walking towards him, her heels clicking loudly on the sidewalk. 

 "Is everything alright?"

 Without acknowledging his question, she pressed her lips to his in an eager kiss. Dick liked to consider himself a gentleman, never to take advantage of anyone, especially a woman. In this moment though, as all thoughts fled under her touch, his body reacted on instinct. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him while their lips parted, deepening the kiss. She moaned into his mouth, tasting like the wine she sipped on at dinner, her hands tightly gripping the lapels of his uniform. Heat coursed through his body as their tongues tangled together. He felt hypnotized, unable to pull away, to maintain propriety. Nor did he want too. She nipped at his bottom lip and his knees almost buckled underneath him. This moment was pleasure and fire, something he never experienced before….and something he wanted to revisit over and over with her. 

 After only a second and eternity combined, they both pulled back with swollen lips and breathless. Rising on her toes, she gave him a quick peck on the lips, a single flame compared to the bonfire they just lavished themselves in. Swiftly, she stepped back, running her hands over her dress. 

 "Goodnight…. don’t tell Nixon about this."

 He nodded, almost shyly, mind still reeling from their shared passion. "Yes, ma'am."

 With a playful, flirty wink, she twirled around and headed back towards her hotel, her heels clicking loudly on the ground. 

 Dick watched her walk away, lips still tingling and residual flames teasing his nerves. His eyes traced over her form, hoping to memorize it, to be able to always savor this moment. Looking up to the heavens, he silently prayed that one day, their paths would cross, one day he could perhaps pursue her, one day he could feel her lips against his again. 

 *****

 "So, you still haven't said much about your time in Paris." Nixon prodded, sipping from his canteen that certainly was not water. The intelligence officer had been relentlessly interrogating his friend about his pass for the past week. 

 Dick rolled his eyes, not even glancing over. "Not much to say, Nix."

 "You had to have done something! Come on! It's Paris!"

 "I saw the Notre-Dame."

 "Hey, that's something. Stop pressing him, Nix." Welsh butted in with his typical lazy grin. He reclined in the extra chair next to Nixon. "He did return the condoms."

 "For Pete's sake." Dick muttered as he listened to the two men laugh. He stood looking out the window of his office, overlooking Easy Company below being drilled by Lieutenant Dike. Again. There was something to be said about being prepared but this went beyond that. 

 "Harry, how long have they been out there now?" He asked, not removing his gaze from his men. 

 Welsh sighed, glancing at the clock. "About two hours now."

 "Right, come on. Let's go relieve them."

 The other two scrambled to their feet, following Dick out of his office and down through the labyrinth of the HQ building. Lieutenant Dike had come with high expectations but the more Dick watched the man, the more worried he became. 

 "You're too soft on them." Nixon teased, trailing behind him.  

 Dick gave a quick salute to some officers they passed, never missing a step as he responded. "They aren't learning anything by marching back and forth out there besides ways to murder their CO."

 "Was that a joke? Holy fuck. Did you hear that, Harry? Dick made a joke! Paris changed you."

 "I heard. Still in shock." Welsh deadpanned. 

 Dick sighed good-naturedly as they stepped outside the building. Slipping his cap on, he started in the direction of his newest Lieutenant. The footsteps of his companions falling in step behind him. 

 "Dick!" 

 His feet screeched to a halt. He knew that voice. Whipping around, he was greeted by the sight of her. Someone he thought he would never truly see again. A beautiful, blinding smile on her face as she hurried towards him. His heart rapidly pounded within his chest, giving away his shock and joy at seeing her. 

 "Y/n? What are you doing here?" He could not help sweeping his eyes over her, surprised to see her in a WAC uniform. Though it did nothing to diminish her beauty. 

 "I was asked to be a translator and help with deciphering coded messages." She answered casually as if she had not just revolutionized his world. Standing in front of him, she motioned to the army camp around them. "Is this where you are stationed?"

 "Yeah, yeah, it is."

 "Oh, that's lovely. We'll be able to see each other again. I am late for a meeting otherwise I'd love to chat. Could I see you tomorrow for a cuppa?"

 "Um, sure. Yes."

 "Perfect. I'll find you in the afternoon." She raised up on her toes and gave him a quick peck on the lips, causing his mind to short-circuit. "It's good seeing you, Dick."

 With that she spun on her heel and sashayed away, leaving all three men standing there shocked. 

 "Who was that?" Nixon demanded, gaze never leaving her retreating form. 

 "Y/n…. I met her in Paris."

 Nixon smacked him on the arm. "You bastard, you said nothing happened there."

 "Nothing happened." Dick tried to defend, even if the excuse sounded weak in his own ears. Besides, for him, something certainly did happen. 

 "Probably should have kept those condoms, Dick." Welsh said, clapping him on the shoulder with a chuckle. 

 And for a brief moment, Dick wondered if he was right. 

[aloraundomiel]

I’ve decided to combine @rubinecorvus Wartober 2021 and @raincoffeeandfandoms Kisstober 2021 prompt challenges for double the fun and double the headache. :3

Day 3 - Vessel + Morning Kisses

Dick can tell what kind of day it’s going to be by the mug Nix chooses upon waking.

He shuffles into the kitchen, already running late and nearly nude, if not as naked as the day he was born. Occasionally there will be socks. His hair will be unkempt and sticking up in every direction, inexplicable if Dick has tugged on it through their sex the night before. Eyes closed as he’s drawn to the coffee pot like a moth to the flame, skirting the kitchen table and counter edges from memory.

Dick shakes back his sleeve, mouth tightening in a minute down turn as his watch ticks on insistently.

Nix scrubs a hand through his heavy stubble, peers over to where Dick’s standing in his mild irritation.

“You’ve missed the first train,” he slurs.

Dick tugs his sleeve back down, crosses the three strides it takes to get from the cramped apartment kitchen to the door and plucks his coat from the hook.

“I can make the second if I leave in the next couple of minutes. The benefits of cheap housing, being so close to the station. Are you coming?”

Nix barks a laugh and it’s no indicator whether he’s scoffing at the suggestion he could possibly be ready in minutes or at the notion of showing up for work at all. The possibility of either happening is slim to none and mentally Dick already starts to run down the list of tasks he’ll have to add to his own agenda today to ensure Nixon Nitration’s administrative offices continue to run smoothly without their employer. Not that any of the staff will be shocked by the boss not showing up at the office. The times they actually see Stanhope Nixon’s son per month can be counted on both hands. But Dick’s job is enough work on it’s own. Not particularly challenging, but he would like to stamp it with his own brand of efficiency and work ethic without constantly having to cover for Nix going AWOL.

Dick watches from beneath his lashes, stalking Nix’s movement to the cabinet where the coffee mugs are kept.

“Coffee first,” grumbles Nix, fumbling through the collection of ceramic vessels with a series of soft clanks and clings.

Dick waits, holding his breath. Though there’s a dozen different cups within reach, there will be three that dictate Nix’s current mood and mental state. If he chooses the white, unassuming diner mug, lacking any kind of decoration or detail, a full night’s sleep was had and the day will consist of the usual amount of humorous cynicism. If he goes for the slightly larger jadeite mug with the chip in the handle, the day will only be peppered lightly with bouts of irritability and spells of hopelessness and ennui, and some level of productivity and socialization will be maintained. If he reaches for the hand-thrown extra large stoneware mug with Adirondack pines circumventing it’s convex sides...Dick hopes he doesn’t reach for that mug.

“You sleep all right?” Dick prompts, hoping to get some insight into foretelling the selection before it happens.

Nix cuts a sleepy side-eyed glance at him across the counter, flashes that smirk that even in his bedraggled, rugged state makes Dick’s heart do a tiny wet flip-flop.

“Well not for the present company’s lack of trying.” He lifts a brow and drops his gaze lewdly down Dick’s front, rests it suggestively at the crotch of his khakis.

To hide the flush he feels spreading from the apple of his cheeks, Dick clears his throat and leans over to snatch his hat off the coat rack.

“Wasn’t my intention to keep you up all night-”

“Some parts of me, it was,” Nix drawls.

Dick continues with a grimace. “I just thought,” he insists, “it might be nice to spend some time together. Things have gotten busy at the office lately, and well.”

He trails off, chewing at the inside of his lip. It does seem silly now. Inviting Nix over to spend the night because he’d missed the feel of his skin against his own, missed the timbre of his unguarded laugh. Reckless even. Although the apartment building is the right amount of cordial and distant, he’s still got neighbors. And even the most loyal neighbors can talk. It’s ridiculous. Risking what he has with Nix on a single night’s basest pleasure. He’d told himself once they were back home, he’d figure something out. A way to love him without the secrecy and sneaking around, a way to care for Nix as he deserved to be cared for - without regret. Dick swore to be the first. The first to adore Lewis Nixon and not treat him as a burden to be endured. As a mistake to be suffered.

“Nevermind,” he says, rather glumly. “I’m glad you got some rest.”

Nix leans back to peer around the cabinet door, picking up on the change in his tone. His face softens, eyes opening fully for the first time since entering the kitchen and he abandons his quest for coffee to step around the counter’s edge. He reaches for Dick, runs a cautious hand down his arm.

“Hey, Dick, hey.” His eyes are the perfect compliment to a fine cup of coffee. Dick’s always been drawn to the color of Nix’s eyes.

“It was great,” Nix tells him, sliding his hand up to cup the back of Dick’s neck, gives it a squeeze. “Extraordinary. Transcendent. It always is. But I don’t always need you to fuck me through the mattress to enjoy spending time with you. You could let me take you to dinner.”

Dick can feel the crude words push his flush out to the roots of his hair. “Dinner?”

Nix leans in, eyes flicking between Dick’s and his mouth and back. “Yeah. You know. Dinner. And a movie. And maybe a little necking in the car in the back of the parking lot.”

His grin is annoyingly contagious and Dick stops fighting the magnetic pull, let’s himself be drawn into Nix’s gravity. “Like a date?” he murmurs.

“Yeah. A real date. I’ll pick you up, bring you flowers, spring for dessert, the whole shebang.”

Dick tilts his head, inviting Nix closer, draws his other arm up to cage Dick fully against the door.

“Careful,” he whispers, a hair’s breath away from Nix’s lips. “A man might think you’re sweet on him with all that.”

Nix’s coffee colored eyes twinkle, wide awake. “Good.”

He surges up to capture Dick’s mouth, kissing whatever smart reply he had building on his tongue away. Dick moans, buries his hands in Nix’s wild hair and kisses him back, licks at the seam of his mouth until he opens and allows Dick entrance. He tastes sleep-sour and there’s an echo of last night’s whiskey and that bitter, smoky afterburn that is all Nix and Dick laps it up greedily. All night he’s chased this taste, desperate for it, accenting it with the salt of Nix’s sweat and the sound of Dick’s name from his throat. And he still wants more.

Is this what Nix feels every time he reaches for his flask? Is this what addiction is?

He kisses Nix until his cheeks burn from the rasp of his stubble. He kisses Nix until his lips feel swollen and his heart full to the brim. Kisses him until he’s satisfied he can wait until it’s time to punch out from work and find Nix again to refill his need of Nix’s lips against his.

When Nix draws back, his breathing is just a tad uneven, his pupils a tad too large. Dick smirks, pleased he’s not the only addict between them.

“So,” Nix says, trying and failing to cover his breathlessness. “You name the day. And I’ll come steal you away for a whirlwind courtship. What do you say?”

Dick runs a thumb over Nix’s bottom lip, watches the way it catches in the tacky saliva still clinging to the swell. “I accept.”

Nix grins, catching the pad of his thumb and giving it a swirl with his clever, devious tongue. He releases it with an audible pop and pushes off the door, leaving Dick choking on a rather indignant whimper in his wake.

“You better run,” he advises. “You’ve got sixty seconds if you’re making your train.”

Snapping out of his spell, Dick tsks and glances at his watch again. He bends at the waist to retrieve his poor hat that got abandoned to the floor with all the smooching.

“Are you coming in today or not? I need to tell Janet or she won’t stop hounding me about it.”

Nix, already back at the coffee pot, lifts a shoulder in a shrug. “Who can say?” he says airily, reaching into the cabinet. “I’ve got a big date to plan for, might need to take the day off and prepare.”

He lowers his hand and in it is clutched the plain white diner mug.

Dick beams.

“Fine,” he chuckles, already half out the door before Nix can finish filling his coffee. “See you later. Or not.”

There’s the sound of a sloppy, particularly wet coffee kiss being blown at his back as the door shuts and Dick finds himself grinning all the way to the train station.

It’s going to be a great day.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Sin In The City***

Nalani x Lewis x Lynix Mini Series

Warning: Cursing, Plot Heavy, NSFW AT ALL, SMUUUUT, FILTH, PLENTY OF WORDS

Words: 3k {8.7k, LMAO for thinking it would be anything else} 🤣🤣

Summary: Nalani and Lynix have been friends since they first grew hips and tits. They do everything together. When Lewis tells Nalani that he’s in Vegas for the weekend and invites her to come out, she jumps at the chance, especially when Lewis says the more, the merrier to bringing Nix along. The long weekend goes from a fun time to putting the “sin” in Sin City thanks to a secret plot Nalani concocts.

Note: As you know @munteanhorewrites​ and I are HUUUUGE Lewis Tan fans. The man is just absolute deliciousness and the whole entire package. So, Ru and I got to talking about him currently being in Vegas for the long weekend, and we thought, why not treat you guys while indulging ourselves. This is going to be a four-shot miniseries where Ru and I will each write two chapters for the four-day weekend of sheer debauchery. Thank you @munteanhorewrites​ for suggesting we combine our evil powers. Mwhahahaha! 😈😈

We hope you enjoy this. As always, thank you guys so much for reading. ❤️❤️

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Chapter Legend:

-Chapter One: @royallyprincesslilly​

-Chapter Two: @munteanhorewrites​

Chapter Three: @royallyprincesslilly​

Chapter Four: @munteanhorewrites​

***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

Chapter One: Set The Stage

-Nalani-

 “My God, everybody is gonna be in town this weekend, especially since it’s a long one,” Lynix said as she plopped onto the oversized bean bag that was in the corner of my room.

 I remembered the day we’d walked into Z Gallerie just to look around. Neither of us expected something like that to be in the high-end store. It didn’t take long to instantly fall in love with it, and thankfully the store had two left in stock. They were both the same color but completely different fabrics. Lynix preferred the fur one, but I needed the leather one in my life. That’s how it always was with us, we liked different finishes, but we had the same luxurious tastes.

 “I know. I was trying to come up with a plan. Beach, and shopping tomorrow, then spa Saturday?”

 Lynix scrunched her face. I knew she loved both, but right now, I needed her to make a damn choice. She’d always been the indecisive one, especially when it came to two things she enjoyed equally. When Nix shrugged, you knew she’d come to a decision.  

 “Eh—doesn’t matter, although I think we should shop first. I’ve wanted to get a few new suits.”

 The amount of excitement that surged through me was too much for me to contain. When I screeched, Nix’s head snapped to me. As I clapped my hands excitedly, a huge smile plastered across my face. “Yeees, then I can pick up that new brow kit that Jackie just dropped. Uugh, I am so ready for it. I have so many ideas for content.”

 By looking at Nix’s face, I could tell she was also looking forward to the day’s activities. What girl didn’t like shopping for new things such as clothes and makeup. Usually, when we went shopping, we would go early and not leave the mall until it was closing, and both of us would have so many bags that were filled with things neither of us needed.

 “So, it’s a plan, I confirmed.

 Nix nodded and continued to scroll through her phone for a few moments before she stood and walked out to get ready. Living in Miami, there were tons of pros. The weather was a major one. For the majority of the year, the weather remained calm, beautiful, and sunny. That meant that I could dress however the hell I wanted. After rummaging through my closet for the perfect thing to wear, I decided on a pair of dark denim jeans, a white scoop neck tee with two slits at the sides that carried all the way up my ribcage.

 When I sat down to beat my face, I had Saweetie blasting.

 “Can’t stop, won’t stop get guap. Ten white toes in them Troy flip flops. Manicures and pedicures I’m tip-top. When they say I���m not hot, all these lies need to stop. Cause I’m icy, wifey, haters wanna fight me.”

 Feeling the music, I stood and did my best hot gyal Meg moves. Within a few seconds, I heard Nix’s telltale “ayyyyyy.” Turning, I saw her standing in the doorway, using the doorjamb behind her as a twerk partner.

 “Get it!”

 She stood and rapped the next verse. “My team is trying to eat, so we grinding til’ out mental bleed. You tryna get a bag of weed? I’m tryna get a bag a week. Put it in my savings and invest in the right companies. My dream is like a child, and I’m taking all the custody.”

 That was when I joined in too. We were rapping, twerking, and acting a fool for the next minute or two. I watched Nix drop to the floor and pop her ass from left to right. Not being the one to be outdone, I bent forward and made mine clap. When I felt her drop a heavy-handed slap to my ass, I dropped and brought her with me. We laid on the floor, laughing together for a full minute.

 “You play too much. You can’t let me be great! You and your knees like Meg head ass,” I teased. She snorted loudly.

 “I got Meg’s knees, and you got her ass!”

 “Okuuuur!

 Nix stood and straightened the ruffles of her off the shoulder white crop top at the same time my phone rang. When I picked it up off of the wireless charging port, I screeched out.

 “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

 I showed her the phone so she could see who was calling. Her smile was broad but not as wide as yours. After three rings, you picked up the facetime call. Lewis’ gorgeous face filled the screen, and your belly fluttered. His groomed mustache chin beard decorated his face in a way that was just so pleasing to the eye. It complimented his facial structure so well. The man was too damn fine for his own good, and the worst part—he knew it.

 “Hey, handsome,” I answered in my sugary seductive voice.

 “There she is Lani, Lani. How are you, beautiful?” Lewis’s smile was soft, but it still gave way to his dimples to take center stage.

 “I’m good.”

 “That’s good. Wooo, you look good as hell,” Lewis complimented in his smooth voice. It was the voice he used when he wanted something, and the voice always got him anything he wanted. I bit my bottom lip and plopped onto my bed.

 “Did you just wake up? You look like you’re in bed still.”

 “I kind of did. I caught an early flight, and once I got in and did some training, I crashed.”

 My eyes dropped to his bare chest, and I found myself wondering if he was naked. Usually, that is how he slept. The memories flooded me, and like the wind, I was gone, lost in my lascivious thoughts.

 “Lani!”

 “Sorry, babe, what’d you say?”

 “What’re you up to?”

 “Nothing much. Was just kicking it about to do some shopping.”

 From the corner of my eyes, I saw Nix trying to get a look at him. I slanted the screen so she could see without him knowing she was there. She gave me a look to say, “excuse me.” Pressing my lips together, I tried to stifle the laugh that wanted freedom.

 “I had an idea. I’m in Vegas for the weekend. You should come through.”

 Nix’s eyes bugged.

 “Vegas?”

 “Yeah. This is one of my last weekends of freedom before press, and all that starts. So, I thought, why not have some fun. You down?”

 I looked to Nix, who was now standing behind my phone with her back to my balcony's sliding door. She nodded her head excitedly while motioning for me to say something.

 “Uh—well, I don’t know, babe. This weekend? Lew, that’s like—tomorrow.”

 Nix gave you a look asking if you were crazy. I had every intention of accepting the offer, but there was no way in hell that I was going to make him think he had it like that. A girl had to have some mystery about her no matter how fine the man or how good his stroke game was.

 “I know it’s short notice but come on Lani, it’s Vegas!”

 Lewis began moving, and it gave you the answer you needed; he wasn’t naked. His black boxer briefs clung to his hips, making my fingers itch to hook in the waistband. The visual swirled, almost giving you motion sickness before his face came back into focus with all the sights of Vegas behind him. I made out a few landmarks, mainly their replica of the Eiffel Tower and the strip's blinding lights. A smile spread across your face before you rolled your eyes.

 “Okay.”

 “Yeah?”

 He was so damn adorable. He actually looked surprised as if he really was surprised you’d accepted.

 “Yeah. Why not? I’m sure you can find some way to entertain me.”

 Lewis smiled, but this was no regular smile. It was one that spoke of so much. We’d been dealing with each other on and off for the last two months or so after meeting at a music event. I’d gone to cut loose and ended up catching the eye of some rapper who had a really grandiose ideal of himself. He thought I’d leave with him and turn into another notch on his bedpost, but once Lewis and I got to talking, there was no way. He was categorically more interesting.  After two or three dates, the inevitable happened, and he dispelled all negative stereotypes about Asian men.

 “I have a favor, though, babe,” I began with a sweet as honey smile.

 “Name it.”

 “I want to bring my friend.”

 Nix’s eyes again bugged; she wasn’t expecting that. As she flailed her hands around telling me to cease and desist, I ignored her.

 “A friend you say?”

 “Yep, my bestie, Lynix.”

 “Oh, thee Lynix? Say no more. The more, the merrier,” Lewis answered.

 “Really?”

 “Yeah. I’m looking forward to finally meeting her. I’ll make the arrangements and text you the info.”

 “Okay, babe. I’ll see you soon.”

 I puckered up and blew him a kiss. Before I ended the call, I watched him lick his lips, and even more excitement filled you.

 “What the hell was that? Who said I wanted to go to Vegas and be the third wheel to your sexcation?”

 “Nix, come on. What would you do? Stay here? Call dickhead and fall back into a situation with the only benefit being mediocre dick?”

 Nix’s jaw dropped. “Wow, the call out wasn’t necessary, Lani.”

 “I don’t’ sugar coat. You’ll have more fun with me in Vegas. Plus, it’s not a sexcation.”

 They were words I didn’t even fully believe. It was just a matter of time. Nix paced the floor as she contemplated the offer. “I don’t want to be a third wheel,” she protested.

 “You won’t be. Lew is cool. It’ll be fun.”

 She didn’t look convinced, but she looked more inclined to being easy about it than continuing her protest. The moment I saw her acceptance, I sprang to my feet and hugged her.

 “It’s going to be a great weekend.”

 After a few moments of embracing, Nix was the one to speak first. “Come on! Hurry that ass up. I’m hungry!”

 She always got hangry quicker than anyone I’d ever known. After another fifteen minutes or so of primping, we left determined to catch our favorite restaurant for lunch. In Miami, everywhere anyone turned, they were met with skin, suntan lotion, muscles, and food. To some, that meant that they had to remain on point or else someone would catch them slipping, and no one wanted that. In Miami, if someone caught you slipping, you lost your man, job, or even worse your lifestyle.

 Nix and I didn’t have to worry about that. We were secure in our careers. Lynix was able to make surprisingly good money as a top food and luxury goods blogger, while I’d found my place in the fashion and makeup influencer world. Where every influencer was a copy and paste option, I worked hard to set myself apart from them. My ideas were fresh, and my content always showed that I thought outside the box. Since our bags were secured, our lifestyle was safe.

 However, when it came to men, both Nix and I liked to keep our options open. Life was meant for living. These days, a lot of men acted like they wanted to live but truly only brought headaches. Who could be bothered? That didn’t mean we were in no man’s land. Whenever the need arose to be wined and dined, we went out and entertained whoever we chose. A girl might not want headaches, but she does want to be spoiled and made to feel pretty. Lewis brought no headaches, he treated me well, and the handful of times we’d gotten it in, it showed that he had far superior bedroom manners than anyone she’s dealt with.

 At lunch, we ironed out the plan for the day now that the weekend plan had significantly changed. Bathing suits and makeup were not the only things we planned on picking up at the mall now. There was a whole new list.

 “Nix, I thought I heard you up on the phone last night. Was it Caesar?”

 Lynix rolled her eyes as she took up her burger and took a hearty bite. As she chewed, she moaned and motioned to her plate. The burger was nearly bigger than her mouth, but she made it work.

 “This is so good, Lani.”

 I leaned over the table toward the burger. She knew what I wanted and held out the burger for me to take a bite. Moaning, I relished the flavors that burst over my tastebuds. It was rare for restaurants to season their food with more than a pinch of salt and a dash of pepper, but I could taste much more than the two.  

 “You’re right. The avocado is a great addition.”

 Nix took another bite as I stirred my pasta dish before I began eating.

 “Is he bugging you to get back together again?”

 Nix rolled her eyes again, but she nodded, “You know it. I don’t get it. It’s like he thinks the third time will be the charm.”

 I loudly kissed my teeth. Men like that were annoying as hell. For starters, I didn’t think the second round was a good idea, and I sure as hell didn’t think third time was going to be the charm, but I kept that to myself this time. “What do you think?”

 “Hell no!”

 We busted out laughing at the same time, not caring how loud we were. I noticed the eyes that slid to us from nearby tables. It was clear they were curious about what was so funny.

 “I told you, you need to try something new,” I said while wiggling my eyebrows. “It’s a good thing we’re doing Vegas this weekend. I think you’ll find that something new.”

 She rolled her eyes. “Don’t make no plans for me, Lani. You always wanna play matchmaker.”

 “I didn’t have matchmaking in mind—well not in the way you think,” I gibed.

 Her jaw dropped, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Yeah, Vegas would be a damn good time all right, I thought, as we finished our meal.

 By the time we got to the mall, Lewis had texted the info for the first-class flight he’d booked for the two of us. He made sure to add the message, “Making sure two queens travel the way they deserve.” When I showed Nix, she rolled her eyes, but I could tell she was just as in awe as I was from the smile on her face.

 Take-off was eight in the morning, which meant the rest of the day would be jamb packed to ensure everything got done. We flitted from store to store and spent money like we meant it. What was supposed to be a two maybe three store stop turned into four hours of complete indulgence. With the intent to pick up something nice for Lewis, we found ourselves in Agent Provocateur.

 After trying on a few pieces, I suckered Nix into trying some things on too. She didn’t protest with this. She liked lingerie, no matter the reason.  She thought it would be just for her pleasure, but I was beginning to formulate an alternate plan, one she had no idea about, but she would—in time.

 When we were both dressed in our final selections, Nix snapped a picture of me in a yellow number and sent it to Lewis.

 MSG: Decisions, Decisions.

 In less than a minute, his response came through.

 MSG Lew: Sold! Matter fact, get it in every color.

 Two hours later, with take-out in hand, we made it home. It was late, but instead of packing and getting some rest, we decided to binge-watch the newest season of The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina on Netflix. As you ate, you gossiped, laughed, and enjoyed the time together as you always did. There was a reason you’d moved in together; you genuinely liked each other and enjoyed hanging out together.

 ~~~~~~~~~~

 -Friday-

 The next day after two hours of chaos with last-minute packing, dancing, an impromptu fashion show, and taking turns doing each other’s makeup and hair, we finally were seated in first-class enjoying a glass of rosé.

 “Man, he sure knows how to charm a girl,” Nix joked.

 “You have no idea.”

 “Uh—I kinda do. You’ve literally told me everything about him,” she added.

 She was right. I had told her quite a bit about him. I’d also tried to get them to meet a few times, but each time one or both of them had other things they had to do. I wasn’t worried they wouldn’t like each other; I was sure once they spoke, they’d hit it off. I was counting on it for my plan to work.

 “So—Nix,” I began, again in my sweet as honey voice.”

 “Don’t try to use your charms on me, Lani. I know all your tricks,” she countered.

 Rolling my eyes, I pouted and decided to forge on. “What do you think of Lew?”

 “I told you, he’s cute.”

 “Yeah, but what else?”

 Nix looked at me as if she were trying to figure out my angle.

 “I don’t know him, Lani. From what I’ve seen, he seems like a cool guy, end of story.”

 It wasn’t a raving review, but I had to take it. Maybe her tune would be different after she got to see what he was about.

 “Just—know that you’re the only person I don’t mind sharing with,” I dropped before I popped my AirPods in. I could feel her eyes on me, but I pretended not to notice. I’d give her the flight to marinate on what I meant.

 After a three hour nonstop flight, we made it to baggage claim and got our belongings, then went in search of the driver that was supposed to be waiting for us as per Lewis’s text message from this morning. It didn’t take long to find him because he held up a sign with both your names on it.

 “That’s us.”

 “Great. Welcome to Vegas, I’m Drew. I’ll be your driver. Is this everything?”

 He nodded toward mine and Nix’s six total pieces of luggage. I nodded and allowed him to gather them before he walked ahead, leading us out of the busy airport. Once we made it outside, Drew ushered us into the waiting luminous pearl white Mercedes Maybach.

 “I don’t think that yellow number from Provocateur is gonna be enough,” Nix teased, making me giggle way too loudly.

 She was right though, mans was putting in all the stops. This wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, though. Lewis liked to enjoy life. He liked the finer things and didn’t see a reason not to indulge in moderation.

 The drive wasn’t obscenely long, but it was filled with quite a bit of traffic, especially considering it was just past eleven in the morning. Google said it was supposed to be a twenty-minute ride from the airport, but it turned out to be nearly thirty fives. Neither of us minded. We chatted, recorded a series of lives, and took several pictures to post to our respective socials.

 Once the car pulled up to the hotel, we walked inside, taking in every detail while I pulled out my phone. It was a beautiful hotel.

 MSG: Should I just give your name to the reception or something else?

 “No need. I gotchu.”

 I spun around, coming face to face with a dimpled and smiling Lewis.

 “Aah, babe!” Lewis came in for a hug, and once he wrapped his arms around me, I moaned. His arms felt so damn strong. He was not gimping on his workouts.  

 “How’d you know we were here?”

 “I got the alert from the driver and the company,” he responded as he kissed my cheek. He smelled so fucking good.

 “How are you, babe?”

 “Better now that you guys are here,” Lewis answered with a wide smile.

 I shook my head; the charm would be the death of me. Lewis’s eyes had already drifted to Lynix, who was standing back a few feet.

 “Finally, you two can meet. Lew, this is Lynix, my best friend in the entire world,” I declared with one hand holding Lewis’s and reaching out for Nix’s hand with my other.

 They both just stared at each other for a few moments without speaking.

 “Lynix,” Lewis began.

 “Nix,” she corrected. “The only people who call me Lynix are my parents and acquaintances.”

 Lewis smiled and nodded. “Glad to know I’m not an acquaintance.”

 Nix smirked and shrugged. “You’re a minuscule notch above it. I’d be careful, though.”

 Lewis’s laugh was loud as it echoed throughout the lobby. “Wow. Of course, she’d be just as witty as you,” he said, glancing across to me. I shrugged. I had told him we were pretty similar.

 “It’s nice to meet you,” Lewis added before I slipped his hand to hers, letting them both go.

 Both of them looked at me with a question in their eyes, but it quickly faded before they looked back to each other and shook hands.

 “Same here.”

 A few more seconds elapsed with both of them holding hands before Nix dropped his. I pinched my lips, sensing that everything was falling into place. From the look on Nix’s face, I could tell she thought he was more than cute.

 “Okay, let’s head up to the penthouse and get you two settled,” Lewis announced.

 The three of you, the bellhop, and a few other hotel guests, rode the elevator. Lewis asked questions about the flight and if everything was good with the drive over. I happily thanked him for everything he’d done thus far and took the chase to tease him with touches. The thing I loved about Lewis was he was equally as flirtatious as I was. He liked to tease as much as I did and did it with ease. Every touch I placed on his arm, chest, and cheek, he returned with his lips to my ear as he whispered to me, or his hand on my hip as he held me close, or even his words. He knew his appeal and always used it as a weapon.

 Once you made it to the penthouse level and walked inside, Lewis handled the bellhop and directed him to where the bags went while I dragged Nix to the balcony to marvel at the beauty that was Las Vegas. I looked over to Nix and bounced my hip against her.

 “See. I told you this was a good idea.”

 “Fine, this is gorgeous,” she finally admitted.

 I pulled my phone out, ready for another picture. As we posed and blew kisses to the camera, neither of us noticed Lewis approach the balcony doors. When I looked over, he wore a soft smile as he watched.

 “Babe, get in these pictures!”

 He held his hands up. “I don’t wanna barge in where I’m not wanted.”

 “Oh, you’re more than wanted, right, Nix.”

 She licked her lips and shrugged. “The more, the merrier.”

 Lewis scoffed and nodded as he came over to stand to the other side of me, leaving me in the middle. After two or three pictures, I moved him to the middle, so it was a proper sandwich.

 “That’s better. It’s more aesthetically pleasing,” I remarked. Both Nix and Lewis simply nodded.

 “Everyone say, Sin City!”

 We all shouted it as my phone did snap after snap. I liked to do the burst shots because I preferred natural-looking pictures, and out of the twenty in the burst, there was bound to be at least four that were gold. After about five minutes of posing for pictures with Lewis in the frame, he took over as the cameraman. It was over then. When you put us in front of a camera together with someone else taking the snaps, we turned into a whole different monster. It was like when the power rangers morphed together into that one super ranger.

 I turned my back to Lewis and looked over my shoulder. Nix leaned close, touching her cheek to mine while resting her hand on top of my ass. I peeped the way Lewis lowered the camera for a few seconds before he brought it back up to take the picture. When we changed poses for me to lift Nix’s leg to show off the skin of her thigh, Lewis again lowered the phone, this time I saw him lick his lips before he sucked his bottom one for a few moments. This was going swimmingly, I thought to myself.

 Lewis let us settle in while he took care of a little business, and that was when I saw he’d had my bags placed in his room. It felt good to know he was on the same page as you were about this Vegas trip. Sometimes it was hard to decipher what someone’s true thoughts and feelings were. With Lewis, sometimes it was plain as day.

 The knock at the door had me turning to see Nix leaning on the door looking around.

 “So, what’s the plan? I’m starving.”

 “You’re always hungry.”

 “Listen, don’t try to hunger shame me, just feed me,” she countered as she walked inside the room to plop down beside me.

 “Look.”

 Handing her my phone so she could see the comment under one of the pictures I’d posted from the balcony shoot. I watched her face closely, and when I saw her jaw drop, I snorted.

 “Your followers are freaks.”

 The two of you laughed together before Nix stretched out on the bed. As if not liking the position, she brought her legs under her to sit on her shins. The shorts she wore had ridden up her thigh.

 “I mean, he said it, not me,” I defended as I got more comfortable. Not realizing how close my phone was, I accidentally pushed it off the bed.

 “I’ll get it,” Nix offered, crawling to the right side of the bed to bend over the edge to get my phone.

 With Nix’s ass high in the air, that was the moment Lewis walked in. Almost instantly, his eyebrow shot up with his eyes glued to her ass. It couldn’t have gone better even if I had planned it. He liked what he saw.

 “I got it.” She handed me the phone.

 “Hey, babe.”

 In shock, Nix yelped and turned, looking at Lewis.

 “You guys look super comfortable in here,” Lewis answered. I laid down, placing my head in Nix’s lap.

 “It’s a nice bed, hard not to be comfortable.”

 Lewis loudly cleared his throat before he spoke. “So, what do you guys want to do?”

 “This one is begging to be fed,” I said, tapping Nix’s knee.

 “Okay, let’s go. I know the perfect restaurant.”

 “Great,” Nix replied, instantly moving off the bed. “I’ll meet you guys downstairs.” With that, she was gone.

 Lewis’s eyes roamed over my body before he crossed the room to stand at the foot of the bed, looking down at me.

 “How long’s it been?”

 “You tell me,” I countered. His smile was again one of the flirt.

 “A few weeks?”

 “Just about.”

 Lewis lowered his body on top of mine, but he didn’t touch me. I opened my legs, pressing them back to the mattress, reminding him just who he was fucking with. I watched him look down my body to my pressed back legs. He scoffed before he looked back to my eyes.

 “Ready for me, huh?”

 Bringing my foot to his crotch, I felt his hardening patch. “Maybe about as ready as you are for me.”

 Quickly Lewis dropped his lips to mine and kissed me. Wasting no time, he delved his tongue into my mouth, swirling his with mine. I moaned on his lips and wrapped my legs around his back. Finally, he pressed his muscled body to mine, teasing me with every hardened plane of his frame. He was absolute perfection.

 Lewis moaned once more before he pulled away. “Didn’t you want to eat?”

 “I could definitely eat,” I said, reaching for the buttons of his pants. He groaned and took a few steps back.

 “Good things come to those who wait, beautiful.”

 Lewis nudged his head, signaling for us to go. He was going to be the death of me, I thought.

 Twenty minutes later, the three of us found ourselves at a restaurant that served a mix of breakfast and lunch options. When we sat, Nix moved to sit on my right while keeping Lewis on my left, but after a subtle rearrangement, Lewis was in the middle with both of us on either side of him.  I could tell she had questions, but she kept them to herself. I knew I’d have to clue her in soon.

 “So Nix, anything in particular you want to do while here?”

 She looked at Lewis as she finished chewing. “Not really. I’m pretty easy.”

 “Oh, really?”

 She smirked and shook her head, “When it comes to fun,” Nix clarified. Lewis smiled and nodded.

 “Lani’s told me so much about you.”

 “Oh yeah? All bad, I’m sure. Don’t believe anything she’s told you.”

 I kissed my teeth and rolled my eyes.

 “Oh, so don’t believe that you’re funny as hell, really sweet, talented, a damn good cook, and that you’re a great person?”

 Nix looked at me and melted. She was easy.

 “Awww, Lani,” she began.

 “Shut up, don’t make it weird.”

 The three of us chuckled before Nix continued. “Those you can believe, but I’m not as sweet as she says.”

 “You look pretty sweet to me,” Lewis slid in.

 The way Nix looked at him said she was speechless. When she looked at me, I smiled and gave her a look to say, “told you.” The man was walking charm.

 “Looks can be deceiving.”

 “You’re sweeter than you look,” I added, leaning to Lewis’s cheek to place a soft kiss to it. “Trust me,” I whispered into his ear.

 A few moments later, my phone went off.

 MSG Nix: What are you doing?

MSG: Nothing. What do you mean?

MSG Nix: You’re being weird.

MSG: I’m not. I promise.

MSG Nix: What are you up to?

MSG: Nothing.

 The look she gave me was one that said she didn’t believe shit out my mouth. I didn’t blame her. I was utterly up to no good.

 After some lunch, Lewis took us around to show us the sights along the strip. The three of us quickly roamed through Vegas’s version of Ripley’s Believe or Not before making it to do a little retail therapy. I roamed around the store with my arm laced through Lewis’s picking up different things. That was when I got one of my best ideas. With my arms filled with clothes, I whispered to Lewis for him to sit back and enjoy the show.

 When I came out dressed in a skin-tight dress, Lewis’s eyes roamed my body, examining the way it hugged my curves.

 “Do you like it?”

 Lewis signaled me to spin, so I did. When I looked at him again, he looked pleased.

 “The color’s nice on you. Looks good.”

 “Your turn Nix. Come on.”

 “I don’t have to come out. I’m good.”

 Rolling my eyes, I went to the door of her dressing room, opened it, and pulled her out.

 “Lani!”

 “Wow, that looks incredible on you.”

 She traced her hands over her body before she turned to look in the mirror, turning her back to Lewis.

 “Yeah?”

 “Definitely, get it. Right, babe?”

 Nix didn’t turn, but I saw her looking at him through the mirror.

 “Yeah, get it,” Lewis answered before his eyes dropped back to his phone.

 That was not acceptable, I thought.

 On the second reveal, I wore a low cut white top and a pair of leather pants. Lewis had me come closer to touch on the pants. While he appreciated visuals, he appreciated the touch more.  When Nix came out, she had on a figure-hugging leather dress with a plunging neckline.

 “Wow,” Lewis exclaimed.

 Bingo, I thought. Nix turned to face him, but she looked at me. Nodding my encouragement, she looked at him.

 “Yeah? Is that a good wow?”

 “Uh—it’s, you look great,” Lewis added.

 “You can do better than that, babe,” I coaxed.

 Lewis licked his lips and slid his phone back into his pocket. “It looks good on you.”

 As I walked back into my dressing room, I heard him correct himself. “Really good.”

 I considered that a win.

 After trying on a few more items, we cashed out. Lewis being the gentleman he was offered to pay for the entire thing. Nix protested, but when she did, he insisted even more, so she conceded and accepted defeat.

When we made it to one of Vegas’s most popular attractions—the sky jump from the top of the STRAT hotel, Lewis went first and made it look like a breeze. He was so carefree about it too that it made me want to go next. Nix didn’t protest; she looked terrified.

 Once I jumped off the edge, it was the most exhilarating and terrifying feeling I’d ever felt. Everything zipped past my eyes. For a few seconds, I felt like I wasn’t attached to the rope and that I was plummeting to my death, but the minute the rope snagged and bounced me up, and down I relaxed. It was incredible. Vegas was beautiful.

 When it was Nix’s turn, she damn near freaked out. She tried several times to back out, but I wouldn’t let her. After several minutes of talking her into it and assuring her it would be the best thing ever, she approached the operator only to back away. That was when Lewis stepped in.

 “Look at me, if you really don’t want to do it, that’s cool but listen to my voice for a minute. Are you looking at me?”

 She nodded. Lewis placed his hands on his waist and held her in place.

 “The worst part is right here. Don’t think about it. You’re safe. This will be one of the things you’ll remember for the rest of your life. This is all we have in life, memories of experiences, and times we truly lived. After everything Lani’s told me about you, I’m sure you can do this.”

 Though she still looked as if she were half a heartbeat from passing out, she looked more confident. Nix nodded and turned back around. She stood there for almost a full minute before she shook her head no.

 “Would it be better if Lew did it with you?”

 Both sets of eyes landed on me. It was obvious they hadn’t thought about it.

 “He can go with her, right?”

 The three of us looked back to the operator who nodded.

 “See,” I added.

 “I don’t wanna make you. It would be weird,” Nix protested.

 “No, it wouldn’t be weird. It’s fine. Are you okay with it?”

 “Absolutely,” I assured.

 Lewis suited up again, and in less than a minute, he was ready to take another dive. As I watched the operator secure them both the harness, I had to hold the glee in to yet another situation I hadn’t planned that was working in my favor. I knew Nix, and in order for her to be at all receptive to what I was going to suggest, she had to be comfortable. When they were secured, Nix and Lewis were harnessed together fastened together at the chest. They looked like conjoined twins.

 Nix looked to me, and I gave her two thumbs up and a smile.

 “You got this bestie!” She rolled her eyes and looked like she wanted to kill me for getting her into this.

 “Ready?”

 “No.”

 Lewis chuckled before he nodded to the operator, and just like that, he jumped, taking them both over the edge. I could hear Nix’s scream the entire time. It was too funny not to laugh. There were a few moments of silence, but they didn’t last long. From the video attached to the contraption's overhead hood, I could see that her legs were now wrapped around his waist, and Lewis was securely holding her to him. His laugh was loud, as was her chastising him for laughing at her. They were already bantering like old friends. By the time the operator began pulling them back up, they were now staring at each other like not quite just friends. Maybe this would be easier than I thought, I theorized.

 We took in a few more sights before we stopped at the famous Bellagio fountains to take in the show. It was beautiful. I could tell why Vegas always mystified everyone. It was easy to become another person and get lost in the lights. Coming here, lines always became blurred. When we got back to the penthouse, the plan was to freshen up and get ready for dinner, then a club.

 After a shower, I stood in front of the window, trying to decide which dress to wear. That was when Lewis crept up behind him, wrapping his arms around my midsection.

 “There you are. Where’ve you been?”

 “I had a little meeting with my team. I’m sorry,” he whispered while kissing a trail from my shoulder up my neck until he got to my ear lobe. Moaning, I sank back onto him.

 “You smell incredible.”

 “I know.”

 Lewis’s hand slowly slid down my body until it dipped into my underwear. When I felt the soft brush of his fingers against my sex, I sharply gasped, dropping my head back onto his chest.

 “Mmm.”

 “Yeah, you’ve been craving this, haven’t you?”

 I nodded; there was no point in frontin’. He began slowly, lazily circling around my clit. His touch was so damn soft. It felt as If it was barely there. Within seconds I began wriggling, hoping he got the hint to pick up the pace. Lewis chuckled, clearly enjoying how he had you.

 “What do you want, babe?”

 “You know what I want, Lew.”

 “Use your words, princess.”

 I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but I also wanted my happy ending.

 “Make me come, daddy.”

 Lewis groaned loudly, sending the vibrations through my body. That was all it took for my body to blaze. Lewis pinched my clit then slapped it.

 “Fuck, babe.”

 “Are you wet for me, princess?”

 “So fucking wet.”

 He circled my clit again, this time giving you the amount of pressure and speed you needed. Sighing, you focused on the sensations that were coursing through you. His hands were a major turn-on for me. He looked like he used them often. Just as I was getting used to the way my body hummed from his fingers, he switched it up. When you felt him dip his middle finger inside of me, my knees buckled.

 Lewis’s strong arms held me steady as he backed us to the bed. He sat and placed me on his lap, leaving my legs wide for him. He retreated his finger only to add another digit to slip inside of me.

 “Mmm, fuck daddy.”

 “You are wet for me. You feel so fucking hot.”

 The slow way he sank and retreated his fingers inside of me only inched me closer and closer to madness. My pants echoed in the room and mingled with his deep, sultry moans. When he pulled them out to show you what a mess you’d made, he brought them to your lips.

 “Clean them off.”

 Not needing to be told twice, I lowered my lips over his fingers and sucked them clean, all the while showcasing just how deep my throat went. His moan became louder, but before you could take control of the moment, he pulled his fingers free and dipped three digits inside of you, stretching you—prepping you for his thickness.

 “Fuck!”

 His movements were no longer slow. He plunged in and out of me with a speed that had your back arching and your hand wrapping around the back of his neck where your nails sunk in.

 “You sure you wanna come?”

 “Yes.”

 “Yes, who?”

 “Yes, daddy. Please make me come.”

 Lewis added a twisting and rotating motion. It felt as if there was some sort of spiraling toy inside of me, and that was when I lost my shit.

 “Yes, yes, fuck! I’m coming!”

 It must have been music to his ears because, with his other hand, he pinched my nipple, sending me over the threshold and into a soft cloud pillow of ecstasy.

 “Such a good girl!”

 Lewis pulled his fingers free, and they were absolutely soaked. He gently tossed me onto the bed, then stood before me. I watched as he licked and sucked his fingers clean before he added a sly wink before he turned and walked into the bathroom.

 Dropping my head to the bed, I groaned out, “The fuck!”

  Dinner was delicious. Lewis picked one of the five-star restaurants that had given him an open invitation to come and see what they had to offer. When he walked in, all eyes were on the three of you. No doubt every woman wondering the same thing—how could they get a piece of him. all through dinner, the three of you laughed and told stories.

 Lewis told Nix and several stories from his set life and even dropped some fun facts about some of his costars or scenes we’d seen in some of his shows. When he asked about some of the shenanigans we got into, I didn’t hesitate telling him several stories that showcased Nix and my insanity. Every story had him laughing, and Nix cringing from all the tea I was dropping.

 “I can’t believe we did half of that,” Nix remarked.

 “Oh stop, don’t act like it was some other person. Your ass is just as crazy as me. It’s one of the reasons we get along so well. Plus, I know you always have my back,” I added.

 Lewis raised his glass. “To best friends then.”

 Nix and I raised our glasses, but before anyone took a drink, I spoke up. “To best friends and new friends.”

 The two of them looked at me, shrugged, then tapped glasses.

As the liquor burned its way down my throat, I shivered and flailed my hands. “Wooo, let’s get out of here. I’m ready to dance!”

  Within five minutes, the three of us were in the back of another chauffeured car on our way to one of the hottest clubs in Vegas.

 “So, is there a Mr. Vix?”

 “If there were, I wouldn’t be here.”

 “I doubt you’re the kind of woman who would allow a man to dictate what she could or couldn’t do,” Lewis countered.

 She has a soft smile on her lips, a sign of her conceding.

 “No, there’s no Mr. Nix.”

 “Is that by choice or circumstance?”

 “I choose my circumstances so--.”

 If there was one thing, Lewis liked it was mental sparring. I could tell he was intrigued by her. It made my plan easier.

 When we walked into the club, the music's loudness and the bright neon colors set the tone for the night. It was going to be a crazy, fun few hours. After situating in one of the VIP areas and downing a few drinks, I was up dancing with Nix while Lewis watched on and bopped to the music. As the alcohol began to take effect, we got into dancing and having a good time. Soon it became who could dance the most despite the number of drinks they’d had.

 After an hour or so, I pulled Lewis up to dance with us. I was in the middle with Lewis behind me and Nix in front. She twerked her ass onto me, while I did the same to Lewis. He held his own, but I wasn’t surprised. He looked like he knew how to dance. It was yet another turn-on. Lewis nipped my neck before he playfully rammed my ass with his crotch. Turning to him, I whispered I was going to get another drink.

 “Dance with Nix.” He met my eyes with a question in his.  Before he could open his mouth, I kissed him and walked off.

 It wasn’t a complete lie. I did want to get another drink, but I also wanted him to dance with Nix. After a few moments, Lewis approached her. She was at the railing, holding on with one hand while waving the other in the air. She was lost in her own world. I knew it was partly because of the alcohol. She turned and came face to face with him. both of them awkwardly laughed before Nix cheered along with everyone around when the DJ changed the song to Despacito.

 As she sang along, they both swayed to the beat. Every so often, Lewis leaned in and whispered something to her that had her giggling. Once the chorus started, she’d spun around and began winding her hips, adding in that Latin flare that Miami was known for, and that was also embedded in her DNA.

 Lewis dropped his eyes to her ass for so long. I didn’t think he’d make a move to dance with her, but when he stepped closer and placed his hand on Nix’s waist, I jumped as if I’d seen my own child score a touchdown. Soon their bodies synced, and they were dancing to the music but at a respectful distance. Lewis grabbed her hand and spun her back around, and the two did a mix of a salsa and bachata.

 From afar, they looked like they were having a good time. They sure as hell danced well together. Toward the middle of the song, he spun Nix back around. This time her back was pressed to his chest. That was when Nix rolled her body to dip to the floor. While bringing herself back up, she poked her ass out but not far enough that she touched him. Getting closer, I thought to myself before I made my way back over.

 By the end of the night, the three of you were tripping over your feet. Once we pushed through the penthouse's doors, it was Nix who had the idea to get into the pool. She wasted no time stripping down to her underwear and jumping in. Lewis and I were not far behind her. We swam and joked around with each other like drunken fools who had no cares in the world. After about an hour of swimming and acting like children with water games like Marco Polo and catch, we were leaned against the pool's wall enjoying another drink.

 “The two of you are a lot of fun,” Lewis sighed out before he knocked back another rum shot.

 “I tried to tell you. We know how to have a good time,” I reiterated.

 “As you can see by the one who has on no bra, she’s the one who has the most fun,” Nix teased.

 “You’re welcome to join the no bra club to take part in the fun,” I countered.

 There was no missing my meaning, and from the way she looked at me, I knew she got it. Nix looked like she was thinking about it, then her eyes shifted to Lewis who was watching the exchange. She made a move as if to unhook the front of her strapless bra, but as her hands made it to the front of her body, she lowered them and cleared her throat.

 “Ehm, I’m exhausted, probably jet-lagged. I think I’m gonna go pass out.”

 “Really?”

 “Yep.” She turned and swam to the steps of the pool before she climbed out of the water. “But by all means—you two enjoy the rest of the night.”

 Nix scooped up her dress off the floor and walked toward the sliding doors. “Oh, Lewis, thank you for the invitation this weekend.”

 “Don’t mention it.” Nix nodded, then disappeared inside.

 “Is she okay?”

 “Probably just drank too much.”

 I swam to him, took his glass, and finished it before placing it behind him. “What would you say if I didn’t trust myself to walk?”

 “Then, I’d carry you to bed.”

 Crashing my lips to his, my mouth stole his moan and made it my own. In seconds I was more than ready to be carried to bed and fucked to sleep. As if hearing my thoughts, Lewis pulled me to him and swam toward the steps. Forgetting our clothes, he walked inside, never taking his lips from mine. At the top of the steps in the hall, he pressed me to the wall giving me an idea of how much he wanted me. Scraping his back, I moaned loudly.

 “Fuck I’m so hard for you.”

 “I want you, Lew.”

 When be busted into the bedroom, he quickly dropped me back onto the bed and peeled off his boxer-briefs as I pulled off my underwear. When he pressed between your legs, you whispered to him to fuck you. Your self-control was gone, and you didn’t care if there was no foreplay. This entire day was foreplay enough.

 When Lewis thrust forward, connecting our bodies, I shrieked out and arched backward. Lewis pressed his hand to the center of my body as he rotated his hips, making my thighs hit the bed, giving him complete access to ruin you any way he saw fit.

 “Fuck, Lani!”

 His thrusts sped up and turned bruising. Each connection had your breasts swinging and your body shaking. Just when you were getting used to the pace, he set he changed the name of the game and slowed it down, making goosebumps prickle my skin. His lips found yours, and he took control of that too, the same way he was showing me owned my pussy tonight.

 “Whose pussy is this, Lani?”

 “Yours.”

 “Damn right, it’s mine!”

 As if shedding the gentleness, he kicked it up a notch with the way he plowed into me. With every dip, your body hugged him, making it next to impossible for him to retreat. With every snug squeeze, Lewis grunted loudly.

 “Fuck, right there, daddy.”

 When he pulled out and flipped me onto my belly, I knew what was coming. Within seconds, he slammed back inside of me, sending his dick so deep I saw stars. It was then I realized the blinds in the room were wide open.

 “Mm. I love how wet you are for me. Does this pussy love this dick?”

 “Yes, yes, yes!”

 Lewis grabbed the back of my neck and went to town. I could tell he was lost in his pleasure and the pursuit of his own release. It didn’t take long for your legs to shake and for you to drop onto the bed. With you splayed across the mattress, he only adjusted his angle and fed you every single thick inch he possessed. In seconds I’d come for the fourth time and gripped him as if he threatened to leave. His thrusts staggered and became sloppier and more desperate. He was close.

 “Fuck, I’m gonna come, Lani. Do you want it?”

 “Yes, daddy, give it to me.”

 After a few more thrusts, he slammed forward and shot stream after stream inside of me. Every few seconds, he grunted and tried to bury himself deeper and deeper though there was nowhere else for him to go. I was filled to the hilt. Thank god I were on birth control, you thought. That could have been the one to make him a real-life daddy.

 “Fuck, girl!”

 Lewis dropped a heavy slap to my ass before he collapsed beside me. Both of us laid there, trying to catch our breath before passing out from sheer exhaustion and satisfaction.

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I Pity the Grave That Tries to Keep Me From You

Bull Randleman x Reader One-shot

Summary: it’s just fluffy angst about Bull coming back from Market Garden bc I’m a soft squishy sad little tall person who is dealing with some major feels

Warnings: shitty writing (mostly cuz I don’t feel like editing WHOOPSIE), angst, fluff, rushed ending, bleh, idk man it is what it is....

Ya’ll know I listened to Hozier’s Work Song for part of this, I didn’t even try to be subtle about it.

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You don’t react when Hoobler tells you about Bull.  

Martin can’t look at you, but you hug him just the same.

I’m sorry he’d blurted after he returned your embrace, voice breaking painfully. I’m so fucking sorry.

But you’d just shook your head from side to side and given him the closest thing to a reassuring smile you could muster.

Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault. I’m glad you’re here.

You weren’t sure how many times you’d said those three sentences since D-Day, but it was the only thing you could think of to say to your broken friends telling you through tearful apologies the names of the soldiers you all had loved and lost. As if it was their fault... as if they’d failed in keeping them safe for you.

Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault. I’m glad you’re here.

Martin had let out one quiet sob against your neck before stepping back and turning and leaving. Everyone let him go. 

You understood- everyone grieved differently. Your grief had to wait a bit longer- you still had things to do.

No one made to stop you when you excused yourself, Webster having the presence of mind to give you a nod when you mumbled something about checking in with Nixon.

You and Bull had always known the risk of one or both of you dying- hell, you’d even discussed the likelihood of one of you dying in front of the other. You’d mentally prepared yourself as much as you could for that inevitability.

Missing, though? Missing wasn’t sitting well with you.

Becoming an intelligence officer hadn’t been a career path you’d stumbled across by mistake- you liked information, found comfort in details and strategy. 

You hated being blindsided, and since you’d been small you’d gone to great lengths to ensure you never entered a situation without being fully aware of any and all potential outcomes that could occur. 

Surprises aren’t always good, my darling. Remember that. 

Your mother’s words had echoed in your head the first time you’d met Bull, when he’d caught you off guard by introducing himself to you in the same manner he had introduced himself to all of the other men in Easy- with solid eye contact, a firm handshake, and a gentle drawl of “Randleman, nice to meet you.” 

The idea that you wouldn’t hear his voice again, in either friendly introduction or intimate devotion, made you feel achingly hollow.

“If you think something as silly as a grave can keep me from coming home to you, you got another thing coming, Little Lady”. 

“That sounds like you’re saying you’re going to haunt me, Den—”

“You should be so lucky….plus, I’d make it fun, so don’t even worry about it.”

You start to walk in earnest towards the officer’s area now, biting the insides of your cheeks in an effort not to cry. 

You had to keep going. 

You’d promised him you would, just as you’d made him promise in kind.

When you finally found Nixon, you instantly frowned at the bruise blossoming on his forehead.

“What happened to you?” you ask, ignoring the man’s glare and walking over to get a closer look. “Looks like you tangoed with Joe Toye’s brass knuckles and lost.”

“Got shot in the helmet.” Nix grumbles at the same time Richard perks up and squints at you while asking “Toye’s got brass knuckles?”.

You wince, both in response to Nix’s injury and your accidental snitching on Joe. “Whoops.”

Lewis’s eyes catch yours and his brow softens. 

You instantly know what he’s about to bring up, and shake your head preemptively.

“Lew,” you begin with a heavy sigh, only to be shushed like a child before he spoke over you.

“They don’t know anything for sure yet.” he insisted, and you knew that he knew you saw through his bullshit. 

He sometimes tried to be less pessimistic when he knew you were already way ahead of him in that department, but the two of you knew each other well enough by now for you to see it for what it was- him trying to make you feel better, coddling you to make you feel better.

Lying to make you feel better.

Information is truth, everything else is probably a lie.

Your mother was a bitter cynic, but you’d also never once known her to have her heart broken.

Maybe she’d been on to something.

“Yeah,” you’d offered, quickly brushing past him to look at the map on the table. “Maybe. Anyway, when exactly did Market Garden start going to shit? Do you think we were undermanned? Were our maps wrong? Did they have unexpected weaponry….?”

Distract the sad voice in your head offered as you threw yourself into work, using the churning pain in your belly to fuel your motivation to reclaim the town. 

No one gets to hurt you and get away with it. No one gets to take Bull from you and remain unpunished.

You decided then and there that you were going to make the SS bleed for what they’d done, and you knew that if Bull were there he’d tell you to rein it in.

Got murder in your eyes, darling. What’s got you so cross?

But Bull wasn’t here. And you? You had to get over it.

It’s what he would want.

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You had barely slept that night, throwing yourself into rereading all of the intelligence reports until Dick finally ordered you out of the CP tent.

At first you’d fought him on it, still too afraid of being let alone with your own thoughts. But he’d been firm, literally snatching the paperwork from your trembling hands and hovering over you until you relented.

“I don’t want to see you until morning, is that understood?”

With more patience than you deserved he’d held your coat up and helped you slip into it, making a point to pull your knit hat down over your ears before turning you in the direction of where all the soldiers were sleeping.

Even though Bull had promised to be the one to haunt you, it was you who felt like the ghost.

But, like the obedient soldier you were, you walked to the spot where you and Bull had set up camp with Perconte and Luz. Neither man happened to be there at that moment, which was a small blessing because when you saw Bull’s unattended duffel bag in the same spot he’d left it that morning you’d been unable to stop the sob that slipped past your lips.

Like a child, you’d curled around his rucksack and held it close, your fingers tracing over the airborne patches that denoted it as his. 

Had it truly been this morning that you’d woken up in his embrace, groaning in sleepy protest when he refused to let you out of his arms?

“Jus’ a bit longer,” he’d mumbled, bringing a leg up and over your hip to pin you beside him. “Let the boys start fightin’ without us, we’ll catch up later…”

You wish that had been possible. You wished it could have been that simple.

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Tears had leaked out of your eyes as you squeezed them shut and the next time you opened them it was morning. At some point in the night either George or Frank had tossed a wool blanket over you.

For a few glorious moments, you had thought Bull’s furnace-like chest had been what was keeping you warm. The blanket was a kindness, but an unintentionally cruel one.

After rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you’d gotten yourself ready and packed up to head out.

Bull’s duffle bag seemed to be filled with bricks as you hefted it over your shoulder with your own, and with each stride you took it only became heavier. You knew the protocol- take the deceased’s belongings to CP for redistribution and personal effects collection. 

It felt like defeat, as if you were giving up on him.

Defeat and reality were seeming to become one and the same, these days.

Your throat was so tight by the time you made it to CP you were barely able to explain what you were doing to Lewis, your arm trembling as you held out the pack to him.

The moment Nix had taken it from your hands, tears began to spill from your eyes and for once you did nothing to stop them.

Nixon had been about to say something to you when Perconte rushed in breathlessly with a call of your name, almost forgetting to salute Lewis when he saw him.

“Oh! Sir. Uh, Y/N- there’s, um,  something you should see—”

You glared at him, trying and failing to hide the fact that you’d been crying from your friend.

“I’m in the middle of something, Perco. Can it wait?”

In the distance you could hear the sound of truck engines, and a new anxiety began to blossom in your chest at the idea of leaving Bull behind.

“But, Y/N…” he protested, clearly tongue-tied and overexcited.

“Oh my God, what?!”

“It’s Bull!”

Your blood froze in your veins, sucking in a breath that felt too big for your body.

You could feel your heartbeat behind your eyes as your lungs screamed for more air, but your body was refusing to blink or breathe or move…..

“That’s….no. W-what’re you—?”

The sight of a truck driving toward a group of Easy and Dog soldiers came to a halt, and you swore you say a familiar glimmer of sandy curls standing at least a foot above the group.

 No. There’s no fucking way….

With wide eyes you turn back to Lewis, seeing an equally confused look on his face. 

You barely wait for his nod of dismissal before looking to Frank again.

“C’mon, I’ll—”

You don’t wait for him to finish, sprinting away from them with a single-minded focus on reaching the horribly familiar silhouette of the man you[d begun to mourn.

Bull Bull Bull BULL DENVER BULL!?!?

With no care for decorum or professionalism, you shove people aside and rush through the throng until you violently skid to a halt before Johnny and Hoob.

And Dever fucking Randleman.

A silent sob twists your face, vision doubling as more tears well in your eyes.

It was him. It was him.

When your eyes find his, you force yourself to take a breath.

He’s dirty and scraped and a little bloody but he’s alive and he’s here and—

You throw yourself at him, arms latching around his neck and legs locking around his hips as he catches you easily in his arms.

“Oh my God,” you whisper shakily, shaking like a leaf and clutching at him as if he were the last lifeboat in a storming sea. “Oh my GOD, Den—!”

Bull’s got one arm across your backside and the other is pressing your torso to his as if he means to fuse the two of you together, his heartbeat loud and strong and powerful against your chest as he twists his cold face into your neck and just breathes you in.

You know that Martin is trying to talk to you, that someone else is telling you to take it easy but you can barely hear them through the roaring sound of life returning to your body.

When he sighs your name you swear that you’ve never heard a sound so sweet.

As you turn your head to press a kiss to his temple, you open your eyes and blink your tears away.

Of course, once you clear your eyes, you see the mess of blood staining his shoulder.

“Jesus Christ!” you gasp, untangling yourself from him in an instant and trying to get out of his arms. “Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt, you idiot?!”

Bull allows you to unwrap your legs from his waist but refuses to let you go, the arm that had been under your bottom coming up to hold the back of your head lovingly.

A pained yet playful grin breaks across his lips as he eyes you. “Oh, am I?”

You smile stupidly, sniffling at his ridiculous attempt at nonchalance. 

Using his hold on the back of your neck he ducks down and presses a long, meaningful kiss to your lips. You sigh into it, and just as you cup his face in your hands someone clears their throat and you’re reminded that the two of you have an audience.

When you break apart he makes sure to wrap his good arm around your shoulders, and you wince when you catch the looks of surprise being sent your way by the replacements.

Whoops, that was certainly unprofessional….

Bill Guarnere barks a laugh as you shift uncomfortably, slinging his own bag back over his shoulder.

“Shit, if that’s the hello you give to someone who’s been MIA- I’m definitely getting lost more often!”

Martin rolls his eyes, and enough people laugh that some of the tension is broken. 

You turn back to Bull and try to get him to let him show you his shoulder. But Bull has never been an easy man to physically move, especially when moving is something he doesn’t want to do.

This time is no exception.

“Let me see it,” you huff, only to have him smirk and shake his head. “Denver, I could’ve made it worse, I need to make sure—”

“Nah,” he says with a shrug he immediately regrets doing. “How about you kiss it better after Roe gets a look at it, hmm?”

As you open your mouth to reply there is a cry from above that it’s time to get moving, the reminder that there are more pressing matters to attend to shaking you from your anxious worrying.

Because it’s Bull, he hollers for his men to get on the truck as if he had been with them the whole time. 

“I need to go get your stuff, our stuff from CP….”

Bull shakes his head before you’ve finished talking.

“Perco’s got it,” he says with a nod in the man’s direction. “Don’tcha buddy.”

Without waiting for a reply, Bull pulls you along with him towards the trucks, refusing to let you leave his side despite your insistence that Roe needed to take care of him.

Getting into the truck, you help unbutton his shirt so Doc can start cleaning the ragged wound on his shoulder.

Bull brings your knuckles to his lips as the truck begins to move, eyes never leaving your face as he answers Gene’s rapid-fire questions about what had happened in the time Bull had been separated from the group.

“...you lost some blood, how’d you manage not to pass out?”

With a wink in your direction Bull chuckles.

“Considered it, Doc. But then I remembered my missus here was waitn’ and thought better of it.”

You shake your head admonishingly at his explanation.

“You’re really something else, you know that Bull?”

In a move that surprised both you and the Doc, Bull used his grip on your hand to pull you so you were straddling his lap.

“Course I do, Little Lady. I’m yours.”

Well, goddamn.

“Damn right, now shut up and stop flirting.”

The smile he gave you only widened at the command.

“We’ll see, darlin’. We’ll see.”

~ ~ ~ (is it trash? Yes. But is it garbage? Also yes. Love you all and thanks for reading the feels)

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Friendship Bonanza Prompt List!

International Friendship Day is right around the corner, and our AO3 collection is going out to our authors any minute! That means we are excited to announce the prompt list for the friendship bonanza - which we have hidden under the “keep reading” because it’s ridiculously long. If you’d like to make a “gift” for any of the prompters, you are welcome to, and we just ask that you either post it to the AO3 collection and tag them (but please mark it as a “gift fill”) or post it on Tumblr and tag them AND us so we can share it! Happy Friending

@nowinnablewar AO3: unseelieCollapsar Will Accept: Fanfic, Other types of media Prompt 1: Skip bounces ideas off Easy Company for the letter he wants to send to Faye. Prompt 2: Easy Company craft a plan to get back at Sobel without getting caught. Prompt 3: A Yank staff correspondent (Reader or OC) interviews the officers at the Eagle's Nest. Prompt 4: Three Musketeers AU with Toye, Luz, Guarnere, and Buck

@softspeirs AO3: sunlightdances Will Accept: Fanfic, Fanart, Other types of media Prompt 1: Speirs being soft (either gif moments from the show, art of your choice, or platonically with a canon character, or paired with an OC!) Prompt 2: Nixon + "I wish I didn't care about it" - gifs showing him caring about other characters canonically or fic with platonic friendship or background romance with an OC Prompt 3: Lipton being Easy's Mom and Dad. Fanart, a fic of a missing scene, or gifs from the show! (Post-war AU feat. a background romance is also ok too) Prompt 4: Any happy, smiley moments between Easy boys. Gifs of happy moments, fanart, or a fic of a moment we didn't see on the show! DNW: Character/character slash fic, modern AU

@serasvictoria AO3: Caren80 Will Accept: Fanfic, Other types of media Prompt 1: Chuck and Babe are supposed be doing guard duty at Membury airfield. Chuck takes Babe to a pub instead (this genuinely happened by the way). Prompt 2: It’s Christmas and since Easy is still stuck in Bois Jacques in Belgium, Joe Liebgott decides to share a Hershey bar with Chuck and Tab as a present. Prompt 3: We all know that Luz and Perconte ended up in a barn to steal eggs, but what happened before that scene? Who even came up with the idea to begin with? Prompt 4: It’s 1946 and word reaches Bill that Joe Toye is really struggling with the loss of his leg. He decides to show up at Joe’s place unannounced with Babe and together they will do their utmost to make sure that Joe cracks a smile. Prompt 5: After hearing Joe say that he could use some brass knuckles right before D-Day, Bill finds some for him.

@josephtoye AO3: corawrites Will Accept: Fanfic Prompt 1: Joe Liebgott & Floyd Talbert, one is trying to set the other up, or some other banter-y kind of situation Prompt 2: Johnny Martin & Bull Randleman, any historical AU Prompt 3: Buck Compton & Joe Toye, do with that what you will Prompt 4: Shifty Powers & Carwood Lipton, anything wholesome DNW: Any other characters, angst is okay provided it has a happy ending, no romantic pairings please

@churchkey AO3: churchkey Will Accept: Fanfic, Fanart Prompt 1: Don Malarkey & Skip Muck. Canon-era. Don's not in love with Skip , he just wants to spend the rest of his life with him. Maybe the two of them talking about their plan for being "together" (as besties) after the war. Maybe some cute "I've never told anyone else this before" intimate self-revelations. Maybe Don's reaction to Winters splitting them into different platoons. Basically I just want any chapter in the epic love story of their friendship. Prompt 2: Don Malarkey & Skip Muck Post-War Fix-It. Don's the best man at Skip and Faye's wedding, wondering how this is going to change things and if anyone will over love him the way Skip loves Faye (bonus points for background Don/Joe [Toye that is]; pining, long-distance flirting, whatever) Prompt 3: Dick Winters & Harry Welsh. Post-VE Day. Dick is crestfallen after Nix leaves. Harry feels bad for him. He really does. He's also kind of like "now you know how it feels, don't ya?" Still, he hates to see his friend suffer. Just a couple of sad, lovelorn bastards being miserable together. Prompt 4: Dick Winters & Kitty Grogan/Welsh. Post-war or Modern AU (hence you decide if she takes Harry's name). Would super love these two just doing some GBF things together, shopping, getting coffee, complaining about their husbands and trading gardening tips. Maybe the convo gets a little spicy after dark. Maybe they've each got some private dilemma the other helps to solve. Or maybe they just wander around a flea market looking for good deals on Fiestaware. Prompt 5: Lewis Nixon & Harry Welsh. Post-War. ROADTRIP! (Bonus for background Winnix but it's not necessary). DNW: anything sci-fi/fantasy; OCs; xReader; Tab

@how-are-those-nuts-sarge AO3: whoahersheybars_3up3down Will Accept: Fanfic, Fanart, Other types of media Prompt 1: Historian AU - one character worked at a museum/was a historian before the war and geeks out over a few things while deployed to their friends = any character/s. Prompt 2: Penmanship - one character has lovely handwriting, but something/s hit them HARD during the war and they write much less pretty; with one of their friends' support, however, their hand steadies and they heal (lotsa metaphors there I know 😅) = any character/s. Prompt 3: Chess - one character teaches the other to play chess = any character/s. Prompt 4: Bicycle - one character finds a tandem bicycle in Austria and convinces the other to go on a ride with them = any character/s. Prompt 5: Anything with Bill & Babe, Malarkey & Skip & Penkala, or Dick & Nix, I love their friendship dynamics so much.

@speirstookmysoul AO3: speirstookmysoul Will Accept: Fanfic, Fanart, Other types of media Prompt 1: mentor/mentee bonding Prompt 2: shoulder clasps Prompt 3: overdramatic arguments about non-important subjects Prompt 4: "getting mistaken as family and not correcting whoever’s mistaken”

@kmorecoffee AO3: vintagelavenderskies Will Accept: Fanfic, Fanart Prompt 1: gene and renee: diasastrous, chaotic cookie decorating! the rest of the gang can be involved too for extra chaos because who doesn't love chaos. anyways: gene and renee try to make holiday cookies but something goes awry. too much salt and not enough sugar? distracted and accidentally burn the cookies? luz plays a practical joke and switches out sugar for salt? go crazy! Prompt 2: gene and renee: stargazing!!! all the stargazing :) just two friends, vibing, talking about life and whatever comes to mind Prompt 3: can be modern au: chaos in the coffee shop! just the gang's shenanigans at the local coffee shop. mayhaps there's an ongoing bet of how long it takes luz to get banned? DNW: speirs. i mean, i guess he can be like mentioned or featured. but not too much speirs.

AO3: Muccamukk Will Accept: Fanfic, Fanart Prompt 1: Renee & Augusta/Anna: Any backstory about how/if they knew each other before, their different points of view on things. AU where Renee doesn't die and what they do after the war. Would prefer racism not be the focus of the story, though it can be an element. I like it when there's queer characters and romance isn't the focus. Prompt 2: Winters & Guarnere: Something with them getting to know/respect each other better set early in their relationship, especially between Day of Days and Bastogne. They have such different outlooks, but in the end very similar values, and I'd love to see that explored. Maybe they get stuck together and have to survive? Prompt 3: Randleman & Garcia: I'd love to see more of Bull mentoring the replacements, especially Garcia, and how their relationship changes as the replacements get combat experience and integrate with the company. Would love to see growing respect for each other. I like it when there's queer characters and romance isn't the focus. Prompt 4: Guarnere & Martin: They have matching tattoos! They got in so much trouble with each other and were so ride or die even post war! Bill went to Martin's wedding! Pat and Frannie wrote too each other during the war. I would love them getting to know each other, or small moments of affection. Or just write about Pat and Frannie. That's fun too. Or Bill & Bull & Johnny. Or Bill & Joe Toye. Basically any configuration of this is great! Prompt 5: Powers & McClung: Basically them chilling in the woods silently understanding each other? Healing through chilling in the woods? Comparing their experiences as country boys on opposite sides of the country? Post war stuff where Shifty's so badly hurt and Earl's PTSD? I like it when there's queer characters and romance isn't the focus. DNW: Focus on character death (mention of canon stuff is fine), graphic sexual violence, hopeless endings of utter sadness, character bashing, zombies, AUs that change the setting (turn left AUs fine, AUs that add magic etc fine). PoV characters having strong racist or homophoic views.

@papersergeant-pencilsoldier AO3: papersky_pencilstars Will Accept: Fanfic, Fanart, Other types of media Prompt 1: Airborne OT5 (Liebgott, Grant, Mcclung, Ramirez, Babe) missing scenes - can be fluffy or angsty (fallout from Chuck getting shot?), dealer's choice! Prompt 2: Mortar Trio - Early days at Camp Taccoa Prompt 3: Dukeman & Perconte & Tab (bonus Trigger?) teasing the replacements Prompt 4: Renée LeMaire  & Gene Roe- (everybody lives AU) connect postwar (I would die if this was a letter fic, but it absolutely does not have to be!) DNW: webgott (platonic or romantic background)

Prompter # 11 Will Accept: Fanfic Prompt 1: Dick, Nix, and Harry being involved in some shenanigans during their downtime in Mourmelon. Prompt 2: Bill and Babe reminiscing and sharing Philly stories. Prompt 3: The friendship between Smokey and Lip because I think it deserves more hype :) DNW: Nothing NSFW

@dansssks​ AO3: danesaber Prompt 1: Dick & Nix: The time they offered to protect Kitty for ice cream and Vat 69. Prompt 2: Spina/Babe/Gene: College AU? Prompt 3: Spina & anyone: They show Spina all their booboos Prompt 4: Mortar Squad: Any au, cannon or modern Prompt 5: Harry and Moose: Go sheep shopping as a present for Winnix on their new farm.

@anthrobrat AO3: anthrobrat Will Accept: Fanfic, Fanart Prompt 1: Any of the Last Patrol OT5 (Chuck, Babe, Lieb, McClung, Ramirez) owning a business together - coffeshop, bar, accounting firm? Don't care. Can either be a post-war or modern AU setting. Prompt 2: Skinny Sisk and anyone being bros during the war. Maybe him and Frank deleted scenes in Bastogne fox holes Prompt 3: Shifty & McClung shenanigans during leave. The cat story is hilarious, and I'm sure there are more, and I just love these two because they are so calm and collected but McClung is a total wild card. I would also take a modern AU of them being besties. Prompt 4: Shifty and Popeye being best friends after the war maybe? I just imagine them at each other's weddings being disasters. I would also take the two of them as friends in a modern AU Prompt 5: Any friendship prompt that gives life to the lesser known characters would be awesome imo. DNW: Speirs or Lipton as main protagonists.

Prompter # 13 Will Accept: Fanfic, Fanart Prompt 1: shifty powers and floyd talbert - mermaid/fisher au Prompt 2: babe heffron x reader - ice hockey/team manager Prompt 3: dick winters x reader - college au! tutor au Prompt 4: easy company boarding school au DNW: pwp/smut

@mercurygray AO3: mercurygray Will Accept: Fanfic, Fanart, Other types of media Prompt 1: Harry + Nixon - marriage, divorce, and everything in between. Prompt 2: Shifty + Smokey - Guess we're not in Kansas anymore - or Mississippi, or Virginia. Prompt 3: Tab + Grant - Chuck's really just here to keep Tab out of trouble. Prompt 4: Bill + Babe - First jump's the hardest - and while the jump into Holland is easy, what comes after it is not. Prompt 5: Tipper + Luz -  Tipper's pretty good at impressions, too. DNW: Liebgott and Webster (as a unit; individually they're fine.)

@lyselkatz AO3: Lysel Will Accept: Fanfic Prompt 1: Any group shenanigans/friendship fluff including Skip, Smokey, Nix, Bull. Prompt 2: "The guys are stranded on base without pass (or requisitioned to work overtime to meet an important deadline/exams, if modern AU) Prompt 3: Smokey does his best to cheer his brothers up with his peculiar brand of silly (Valentine) gifts. Extra ❤ if Skip and George offer their help. Chaos and ensemble fluff ensue. (+ playing Cupid/background ships if you like)" Prompt 4: "Lieb and Hoobs are bored so they decide to troll Web. Since it's valentine's day soon they'll play crack!cupid for fun. Prompt 5: Web is a shark nerd and Pat has a great shark smile. Infallible logic, right? (Input from the other guys /ensemble shenanigans are welcome)" DNW: Nothing I can think of, since it's a friendship fest

Prompter #16 Will Accept: Fanfic, Fanart, Other types of media Prompt 1: found family taking care of each other (feat. liebgott being happy and content <3) domestic fluff Prompt 2: anything fluffy coffee shop AU or flower shop or tattoo parlour or bakery or anything along those lines Prompt 3: university AU but they are the professors! DNW: webgott, fantasy AUS, omegaverse, mpreg, anything mafia related, not too much angst

Prompter #17 Will Accept: Fanfic, Fanart Prompt 1: Era switch: take the boys and put them in the Vietnam War. WWI? The Korean War? The American Revolution? Any conflict that you're comfortable with. Prompt 2: The Pacific AU? Put the BoB men in the Pacific. How they get there or why they are there is all up to you. Maybe their parachute infantry regiment was simply assigned to the PTO instead of the ETO after training. Maybe Japan didn't surrender as quickly as they did. Anything. Prompt 3: Supernatural AUs are my favorite. Preferably I'd love to keep them based in the WWII era, but you can switch it up if you'd like to -- I'd be fine with that! Any type of supernatural is cool with me. I'm aware this might be super vague but I really don't mind whatever you go with :) Prompt 4: Role-switching scenarios: putting men from within the series in each others' positions. DNW: Romantic shipping, characters (Cobb, Sobel, any higher ranking officers above Winters like Sink), modern-day AUs, aged-down AUs (high school/middle school/college with the purpose of aging down = no); a/b/o trope; nsfw (no sexual material; show-level gore okay).

@mariamegale AO3: mariamegale Will Accept: Fanfic, Fanart Prompt 1: Babe and Julian being best friends. They are snarky, excited, happy and having a good time together. Bonus if their boyfriends are Eugene and Spina, accordingly! Prompt 2: Baberoe. They're dating, but they're dating their own best friends. With romantic feelings taking the back seats, I'd love to see a healthy relationship of two people in love but doing normal platonic things because they're also each others' best friends in the whole world! Prompt 3: Roe and Spina being tired doctor friends, meeting up in between shifts or calls, being tired and exasperated and just having their sandwiches and a moment of god damn peace. Prompt 4: George Luz and Babe Heffron being best friends. They'd be a disaster, but that disaster that also knows how to step the fuck up if shit gets serious. But mostly they're a disaster. Prompt 5: Joe Liebgott and Eugene Roe. They're roommates, they're pals, Joe likes smoking weed, playing mario kart and complaining about whatever dipshit he's gone out with now, Eugene is trying to make it through med school and enjoys the soothing background chatter of Joe blabbering on about this guy's shirt, or whatever. DNW: Canon era (Ambiguous era is fine if you don't like writing/drawing modern!), Carwood Lipton, OCs, xReader stuff

@mizunoir AO3: mizunoir (but I use 49thpersona for reblogging stuff) Will Accept: Fanfic, Other types of media Prompt 1: Hogwarts AU! Would be lovely if it would include Babe. I leave it up to the artist if they would like to portray one specific house endeavours or all 4 houses befriending. Prompt 2: Stargazing, can be set in modern times or in the original timeline. For angsty interpretation it would be nice to read/see some Eugene and Spina bonding. Prompt 3: Stargazing (original timeline or modern times). For more crack-ish one it could include for example: Luz, Toye, Guarnere, Babe etc. But I leave it absolutely open - include whoever you want! Boys share their music taste. Bickering and reminiscing of the good times free of war ensues. Can be platonic, can be slightly shippy, AU or modern - up to the artist. Preferably including Babe with Eugene.

@thrillingdetectivetales AO3: ThrillingDetectiveTales Will Accept: Fanfic, Fanart, Other types of media Prompt 1: Bill & Babe: Bill talks Babe through gay panic about his extremely obvious crush on one John T. Julian, convinces him to ask Julian out, and demands to officiate their wedding (not necessarily in that order) Prompt 2: Harry & Nix (with bonus Buck?): commiserating about trying to keep Dick out of trouble Prompt 3: Blanche Nixon & Ann Winters: they know each other because their idiot brothers are """"friends"""" but they both know what's up and cover for Dick and Nix at various times throughout their lives Prompt 4: Kitty Grogan & Franny Guarnere & Pat Martin: they meet because their fellas are on the line together and keep each other sane throughout the war Prompt 5: Floyd Talbert is everyone's best buddy DNW: No mpreg/pregnancy in general, no rape/non-con (dub-con like drunk!sex or sex pollen or hatesex is fine), no modern AUs, no ABO/dynamics, no kidfic.

Prompter #21 Will Accept: Fanfic, Fanart Prompt 1: Speirs & Shames: These stern, "unlikable" men are just not very social or nice, but they get each other. Outcast gay solidarity. Prompt 2: Kitty & Nixon/Winters: Nixon and/or Winters gets to meet Harry's special girl at last. Harry's made her sound like the romantic lead of a novel and really cool, and they are completely unprepared for the tall, awkward chess club captain. Prompt 3: Babe & Guarnere: Post-war readjusting of a friendship. Disability, marriage, kids on the way, Babe is gay. You know, the usual. DNW: xReader, OCs, hopeless angst, AUs, heavy focus on heterosexuality

@aloraundomiel AO3: ElfLadyArwen Will Accept: Fanfic, Fanart Prompt 1: Dick admires Eugene’s medical skill and always shows interest in learning from him while he’s on the job. Eugene uses it to his advantage, making sure Dick takes care of himself (because shaving doesn’t count) under the guise of ‘teachable moments.’ Any battlefield setting would work. Prompt 2: Nix and Harry are joined at the hip, two class clowns who wind each other up.  When one gets them into deep trouble, the other one is always there to get them out again. Prompt 3: Dick Winters is jealous of Ronald Spiers ruthlessness/ability to detach and athletic prowess. Ronald Spiers is jealous of Dick’s empathy and ability to earn loyalty through compassion. Each man agrees to give the other lessons in order to be more well rounded leaders. DNW: Please no Blithe. Never Blithe. You can leave out Compton too.

@bandofmorons AO3: bandofmorons (pseud for sonsofmahal) Will Accept: Fanfic Prompt 1: Babe & Lieb friendship!! I don't have a ton of specifics for this, I just want them being friends and getting into shenanigans but also being supportive of each other... like they're just guys bein' dudes but they're also pretty close ya know! They take care of each other when they need to! Ideally this would be a modern AU, maybe they're college roommates or something? Prompt 2: But mostly I just want to see them goofing off but also being helpful when shit goes down or something, because that's what friends are for. Prompt 3: Some kind of traveling AU with the 5 officers (Winters, Nix, Harry, Lip and Speirs) all as friends and how going on a big trip like that can strain a friendship when something goes wrong or just from people being tired from traveling so much... maybe it's a cross-county roadtrip, maybe it's spring break in Europe, maybe they're going backpacking in New Zealand or something.. I just wanna see how all those 5 boys' different personalities interact on a big logistical venture! Prompt 4: I'm not picky about who necessarily but I want to see Webster getting close to & forming a close friendship with someone in Easy! I feel like in the show/fandom he gets a bad rap for being pretentious (which, fair) but I think it would be awesome to see him becoming good friends with someone and feeling more accepted among the company bc of it. This could be a canon-compliant thing or it could be a modern AU where the boys are all friends. Background Webgott would also be cool as long as Lieb is supportive of Web befriending more people. DNW: explicit sex

[contrabandhothead]

Hi! I saw your post about requests! :) could I get some BOB head cannons of what it’s like to date them while also being is easy company? :)

I’m so so SO sorry this took so long, and I hope you like it 🤞🏻also, I couldn’t do all of them because school has been keeping me very busy. If you want to send another request, and i’ll do more for you when I have time 💕 Enjoy!

Dick Winters

generally very private about his relationship

mom and dad™ of easy co. 

 i want to say that he puts you on his team during missions, but i feel like he thinks it’s unprofessional 

so he probably puts you on a team with someone he trusts and that he knows won’t take unnecessary risks *cough cough* Speirs *cough cough* 

doesn’t mean he doesn’t get worried though 

give this man a massage please, he’s stressed af  

you’d never want to jeopardize his position though, so you’re generally okay with it 

however, sometimes you get a little lonely 

Dick notices this and tries to clear out a slot in his schedule in order to spend some quality time with you 

treats you like any of the other men, except when you’re alone

king of stolen kisses behind crumbling walls before a battle

very healthy relationship overall 12/10 would be an amazing father 

secretly wants to get married when the war is over 

i’m not saying he definitely proposed on V-E Day but he definitely did it 

cries at the wedding, especially since it’s been so long since he’s seen you all dolled up because of the war 

also cries because he’s finally getting to marry the love of his life 

drunkenly told Nix at his bachelor party about how amazing you would look at your wedding and then went on and on about the specific shade of your eyes

S I M P 

Nix never lets him forget it 

Lewis Nixon

this man 

let’s be for real here 

he has NO idea how to display affection at all, especially because of his past 

so he does what any rich boy would do 

showers you in gifts that you don’t need 

it’s not that you’re ungrateful for them, you just wish he would understand that you don’t love him for his money 

i feel like everyone forgets that he’s lowkey rich 

can’t relate Nix

he will buy you anything he sees you look at for more than a second

always has them delivered by some random Private 

the men tease you RELENTLESSLY for it 

“hey Y/N, what did that overflowing wallet buy you this week?”

“Shut up Tab”

is always worried about you 

especially since he usually isn’t on the battlefield since he moved to staff

you’re fine 

you can definitely handle yourself after Sobel’s training what a fucking dick

takes you out on small simple dates when you guys actually have weekend passes 

the guys always help you get ready for your dates (they see you as a little sister it’s really cute) 

Ron Speirs 

this man 

oh wow 

the flavor 

never really got to see you until Dog Co. was basically absorbed by Easy Co. 

definitely thinks he’s not good enough for you 

when you first introduced the Easy Co. men to him, they thought the exact same thing (they changed their minds after a while though) 

REASSURE THIS MAN. EVERY. STINKIN. DAY. THAT HE IS GOOD ENOUGH. 

P L E A S E 

secretly is a cuddle monster

will 100% sneak into your foxhole to cuddle and will slit anyone’s throat that mentions it 

this man has arms and legs like an octopus when it comes to cuddling 

will pull you back into his arms even if you need to use the bathroom and will not be letting go 

steals you pretty things for absolutely no reason (Ron, no) 

the man is like a freakin magpie

the men of Easy Co. grow to like him more when they realize how happy he makes you and how he doesn’t hurt you 

he actually values their opinion on your relationship a lot

he knows Easy is like family and you’re like the younger sister 

doesn’t show it though 

pushes you away when he feels insecure 

jealous™

surprisingly domestic 

Carwood Lipton 

wholesome but to the max™

you’re both so in love i feel like i’m going to throw up rainbows

signed up for the paratroopers together

i feel like Carwood is the type of person to marry his high school sweetheart 

so yeah, you guys are that™ couple

best aunt and uncle of easy co. 

Lip worries about you just a littleee more than the other men 

he’s just a worry wart in general 

almost threw hands with Sobel once when Sobel insulted you 

he will not stand for anyone insulting his gal 

isn’t as private as Dick is with his relationship, but is known to hide it from superior officers other than Nix and Winters

aka Sobel

was 100% willing to get kicked out of the infantry to defend you from Sobel 

thinks a lot about how good of a mom you’d be, especially when he sees you caring for the men

is also a cuddler, though not nearly as clingy as Ron

just a loose arm to tuck you into his side, especially during Bastogne 

prefers having you on his team, not only because he cares about you, but also because he admires your skill and accuracy 

you’re a damn good shot, and he’d scream it from a mountain for all to hear 

so proud of his gal 

George Luz

you’re either the jokester and the stoic couple, the shy kid and the jokester couple, or the jokester and the jokester couple 

there’s no in between 

cracks terrible jokes just to see you smile 

still tries pick up lines even AFTER you two are dating (even the guys shake their heads)

you two are the entertainment for easy co. let me tell you 

you’re also the only person that can get George to shut up 

you must thank him in kisses he takes no other currency 

clingy baby™

it’s like dating a 12 year old boy sometimes 

he can be so immature but it’s kind of endearing at times

everyone is immediately accepting of your relationship because it just makes sense and you’re both good for each other

wants a hug and a kiss even if you’re just leaving the dining hall to go to the bathroom 

just give the man what he wants or he’ll pout all day until you kiss his cheek 

you guys once had a match of how long you could ignore each other once 

he was surprisingly dedicated 

but he broke 

he snapped like a twig after everyone went to sleep

he dived into your foxhole and begged you to talk to him

he kept snuggling closer to you until you talked to him again

Joe Toye 

rough on the outside, soft on the inside  

brings you flowers when he asks you out (surprisingly very traditional and respectful when he asks you out)

everyone has a good time when Toye is with you, he loosens up a lot more 

loves when you pet his hair and he can just stare up at the stars while laying in your lap 

he’s just as bad as Speirs when it comes to cuddling 

a cuddle bug but won’t admit it 

actually might be worse than Speirs when it comes to cuddling because he can actually sneak into your bunk while you’re sleeping 

also wants to fight Sobel when Sobel insults you and actually almost threw hands 

he almost got court martialed and was 2 steps away from getting up in Sobel’s face before Guarnere and Luz stopped him

hands down the dumbest thing he has ever done 

you were so mad at him for it 

you didn’t talk to him for a week 

you felt bad because he was always giving you those puppy dog eyes from across the dining hall 

Joe gets teased by the guys for being sweet on you  

“at least I got a broad! the rest of ya’ can’t really say that much.”

will not hesitate to let you win during arm wrestling 

he’s not allowed to arm wrestle with you anymore because the guys know he’s just letting you win 

you’re his #1 fan during arm wrestling 

look at those arms tho

Joe  Liebgott   

y’all thought Toye was soft 

OH BOY 

the way Joe acts around you is definitely bullying material for the other guys 

Lieb drinks respect women juice 

thinks you’re so cool 

would probably walk up to random people and be like “that’s her. she’s my girlfriend. can you believe how lucky i am?” 

thinks it’s so cute when you show off your brand new jump wings to him

you just looked so excited 

he wasn’t even staring at the wings when you started rambling about how happy you were, he was just making this stupid in love face

definitely grabbed your face and kissed you hard after that 

he wants SO many kids???? 

ya know those lists that lots of girls have on their phones and it’s just a bunch of future baby names??? that’s Joe 

this man has 8 names

4 girls names and 4 boy names 

he plans to use every name 

just wants to live the domestic life with you after the war 

will freeze his ass off and take your watch just so you can get some extra sleep 

another cuddle monster (they’re multiplying)

whispers really cute things in german to you until you fall asleep

has also almost fought Sobel for shit he said to you 

David Webster 

you help him fit in more with the other guys 

please teach him the art of socializing  

yes, the men have stolen his journal to read all his terrible poetry about you

still gets shit for it to this day 

shares his chocolate bar with you 

longing stares but from across the room 

doesn’t actually take you out until the war is over because he wants to do it right dammit 

has little to absolutely no relationship experience

please teach him 

or better yet, struggle with him and get made fun of by all the guys 

they actually accept Web more now that he’s with you 

cuz Easy Co. loves you 

sends letters all the time when he’s sent to the hospital 

everyone teases him that he acts like he’s more likely married to Liebgott than to you

you’re the only reason the men will stop teasing him 

definitely more badass then him 

you radiate boss energy and that’s what easy co. likes about you 

especially Web

everyone’s like “that’s my girl!”  

and he just smiles in the corner with the rest of them 

Bill Guarnere 

DID I SAY SOFT??? 

S O F T 

weak for his girl 

arm wrestles just to get your attention (flexes all the time for pete’s sake) 

also wants like a gazillion children and talks about it constantly with Liebgott

this man wants an army of little Italian kids 

no one makes fun of you or Guarnere for his actions to get your attention because they don’t want his fist in their face 

people who have almost punched Sobel for making fun of their girl: let’s add Guarnere to the list 

you didn’t ignore him, you just told him off for being an idiot 

if i could describe it, he sulked like a puppy that got told no more treats

so proud of you when you get your jump wings 

probably makes a toast about it at the celebration 

he was so drunk but it was so cute

literally will do anything for your attention 

chugging three bottles of whiskey so Y/N will pay attention to me??? pass the bottle bitch

not a massive cuddle monster but enjoys PDA and the occassional ass slap

probably has slapped your ass in front of company before

this boy has no morals smh 

don’t worry, you get him back though 

Frank Perconte 

worry wart but multiply it by 1000x 

is always bothering you to brush your teeth 

not because he’s scared your breath stinks, but because he cares about you and your oral hygiene 

now gets bullied about oral hygiene and his relationship with you 

ft Skip. “oh Y/N, take me away my princess. did you brush your little pearly teeth??? i would never want your perfect smile to be ruined.” 

Skip has been chased multiple times around Toccoa for this behavior 

will fight anyone that thinks you’re not a good shot 

is amazed how good you are at darts (knows you’re better than Buck) 

does share a foxhole with you 

is NOT part of the monster cuddler club because he knows when to stop 

has not arm wrestled for your attention but will if so needed 

always needs attention

whiny 12 year old boy P.2

sometimes it’s like you’re dating Luz as well 

Luz has purposefully third wheeled before 

yes, you heard me 

ON PURPOSE

likes spontaneous dates 

would fight Sobel for you but isn’t stupid enough to almost do it 

Buck Compton  

realized he had heart eyes for you before his old girl broke it off with him

WAS RELIEVED WHEN SHE SAID SHE WAS DONE WITH HIM IN BASTOGNE 

the other Easy men were like “dude, what the hell are you waiting for. GO GET YOUR GIRL!” 

let’s you win at darts 

is also stupid and needy enough to arm wrestle for your attention

actually wins though 

wants you to kiss his guns (absolutely not sir) 

jealous and protective 

jealous af around Winters 

gets teased a lot about it by the other men

but they can see why he’s insecure about it, Winter’s could sweep any girl he wanted to off her feet

indeed a cuddle monster 

will only share a foxhole with you in Bastogne 

no one else

radiator of heat and thus a good cuddler though 

will only let you make fun of him without repercussions 

wants you to move in as soon as the war is over

always demands to be in your unit during an attack

will keep you safe at all costs (and one of the reasons why he got shot in the ass again) 

Floyd Talbert 

THE ABSOLUTE SWEETEST BABY 

 people use to bully Tab for his condom shipments

now they bully him for the way he acts around you 

tough guy??? no. absolute stick of melted butter when around you 

thinks you’re a saint 

so does the rest of Easy though, so I guess it doesn’t matter

they had everyone from Easy give him a pep talk just to ask you out (Trigger even barked at him) 

he was actually worried you would reject him 

no one will ever reject that man lol it doesn’t make sense

not necessarily a cuddle monster

DEFINITELY A PDA MONSTER THOUGH 

likes when you sit on his lap 

can’t explain it, it just makes sense

will also arm wrestle for your attention 

will honestly do anything for you 

you need me to bring you Jupiter in a jar??? 

sure babe I’ll be right back 

has specific pet names for you 

his favorites are buttercup, angel, and beautiful

Babe Heffron 

P U R E 

does not get bullied for being in a relationship with you because everyone loves him

not a single person in this company, including you, would hesitate to sacrifice their life for that replacement 

whines a lot to you when you don’t give him attention

will arm wrestle for your attention and loses

has not had the chance to fight Sobel before but I feel like he could if he wanted to 

will tear Dike to shreads if he even mutter one hateful word against you 

cuddle monster #2323293

enjoys being the little spoon and the big spoon while in the foxhole 

shares his food with you during meals 

will not hesitate to get shot in the ass for you 

also will not hesitate to get shot for you in general 

is like an angry 6 year old baby when you don’t pay attention to him

is known to give the silent treatment when you’re too busy to talk to him for days

MAKE TIME FOR HIM DO IT NOW 

wants you to meet his Ma in Philly after the war 

has many hopeful dreams that include you after the war 

will only share chocolate with you and Gene

give him a hug, even when he says he doesn’t need it

Eugene Roe 

HOLY SWEET JESUS 

FIRST OFF 

NO ONE IN THEIR GODDAMN RIGHT MIND WOULD EVER MAKE FUN OF YOU, ESPECIALLY AROUND DOC

this man has so many pet names 

he is not afraid to use them on the battlefield, especially if you’re bleeding out because he’ll know you’ll answer to them

“darlin’, mon amour, ma mie, ma belle, ma chérie” 

 please stop Gene, it’s embarassing but also like don’t stop

get us a defibrillator his heart stopped while he was looking at you and we need to do CPR NOW-

thinks you’re the most beautiful girl ever

is not dumb enough to arm wrestle for your attention

he just makes this grumpy or upset face and you catch on quickly 

he’s also not dumb enough to fight Sobel

BUT HE WILL FIGHT ANY SOLDIER WITH THE AUDACITY TO INSULT YOU 

is always worrying about you

especially in Bastogne 

always jumping into your foxhole to check for any wounds

probably lost his sizzuhs that way

always has extra bandages just for you 

treats you with tender care

Donald Malarkey 

THE CUTEST COUPLE EVER

NOT EVEN SKIP HAS THE HEART TO MAKE FUN OF YOU 

is not dumb enough to fight Sobel for you 

doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to punch him though 

is dumb enough to arm wrestle for your attention 

it lowkey depends on the day though 

i mean 

he doesn’t need to arm wrestle for you to admire his arms 

like, have you seen that gif of him taking of his shirt???

loves cuddles in your foxhole but is not a cuddle monster

he’s a big baby when he gets tired

loves it when you take care of him 

has definitely fallen asleep once on your shoulder during watch 

would run up Currahee with full gear 3 times just to see you smile

he needs a hug. give him one now. 

likes to rest his chin on your head 

also wants you to move in (and maybe get married) after the war

treats you kindly, but he’s still a sarcastic little shit 

kiss his muscles

that was literally so long i can’t believe i finished

[steveng-rogers]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUCKY

Title: Happy Birthday Bucky

Pairings: St(D)ucky, Steve x Bucky x Dayton

Summary: Bucky thought his boyfriends forgot about his birthday. But did they really? 

Word Count: 1,422

Warning: Ex-fucking-splicit, means 18+ so if you’re not, get off. Oral sex. Slight daddy kink and voyeurism. Semi public sex. 

A/N: I didn’t proof read this. Thankyou for the @happygowriting for this sinful moodboard! 

Bucky woke up to the sun shining through the thick drapes. He yawns and slowly shuffles out of the bed. He looks around and sees no sign of Dayton or Steve. Not even the warm air wafting from their bathroom means they both left the house way before Bucky woke up. He looks at the clock it’s 6:30 am? “Not even a kiss..” He grumbles sadly. 

It’s Bucky’s birthday and neither of his boyfriends gave him anything like he said not even a kiss goodbye. Usually, they would stay in and have breakfast together. Even when they’re rushing, they never fail to let Bucky know that they would be leaving. Maybe they’re in the kitchen? So that’s where he is now, but no. Not a note, no Dayton’s famous burnt toast, or Steve’s bland coffee. 

He checks the calendar and he saw in Dayton and Steve’s handwriting that they both had planned something in the morning of Bucky’s birthday. “Oh.. okay.” 

He decided to go in for work today, bickering with Lance and Mike at work might help distract him. 

His boss thanked him when he comes in, the boss even offered Bucky a bonus for coming in on his day off. 

“Oi Barnes! Happy Birthday old man. Want me to tell Mike you need your will written?” Lance winked and as he said the name, Mike came out all shirtless and sweaty, and with a wink, he said, “Already on it right Bucky? A blowie from your boy Dayton might help with the draft.”

 Bucky rolled his eyes as the gym candy starts to suck faces in front of him. “Thanks, I guess. Also, get a fucking room.” Even they remembered. He checks his phone and no texts from either of them. 

 He was strict today, with all grunts, and neutral expressions. Mike and Lance would throw little comments about how hot he is when he’s all angry like that. At the end of his shift, he just throws them his middle finger and left the gym. 

It’s past noon when he finally got done with everything. When he’s about to walk out, Mike stopped him, a key to his chest to be exact. “Is this the key to the pool?” Mike nods, a smirk on his face. “Yes, the one with the huge hot tub.” Bucky was about to say something to him, but Mike just shushed him. “Happy birthday, enjoy it.” 

Bucky starts to strip, leaving his briefs on. He slowly walks into the tub, sighing happily as he sits down, his head tips upwards in delight. “Fuck, this is better than sex.” He hums happily. 

Then he heard water splashing in front of him. Dayton walks towards him, only in his red swim trunks. “Is it Barnes? Is it better than sex?” He holds Bucky’s hand and pulls him towards him, giving him a long and searing kiss. “Happy birthday Bucky Barnes.” He whispers against Bucky’s lips, making the other man smile. “Thought you.. Ahh.” Bucky moans softly as he felt a set of lips trailing kisses along the skin of his shoulder. “You thought we forgot?” Steve smirks as he nips the shell of Bucky’s ear. 

Dayton pressed against the front of Bucky’s body, his hands snaked around his waist, holding him in place as he grinds against him. “How could we? This is the best day to absolutely ruin you.” Steve chuckles lowly as he tugs Bucky’s hair to expose his neck. He kissed and nipped at the skin, biting his pulse point earning him a gasp from Bucky. 

They gave each other a look and they move Bucky to the edge of the tub. Steve pulls him to his lap and with one swift motion, Dayton pulls Bucky’s briefs off him. Steve tilts Bucky’s head to the side, giving him a kiss that leaves him breathless. Dayton starts to stroke Bucky’s cock, his lips find their ways to wrap around the red tip, sucking in slow motion. His tingue swirling expertly on the slit. 

“Fuck Dayton.. Dayton ngghh.” Bucky whimpered, feeling Steve’s large hands holding his hips down. “S-Steve god please..” Bucky begs softly and Steve laughs darkly in his ear. “We’ll take care of you Buck. Look at Dayton, isn’t he doing a good job sucking your cock?” He caged Bucky’s jaw in his hand to move his head down to take a good look at Dayton, whos now mid-way on sucking Bucky’s cock. 

Dayton pulls out with a pop, smirking up at Bucky as he licks the base up to the tip of his boyfriend’s cock. His eyes never left Bucky’s, making the man squirm and unintentionally grind his ass back to Steve’s front. “Buck.” Steve warned, voice raspy and low. 

Bucky did it again and that earned him a pinch to his nipple. Steve wrapped his calloused hand on Bucky’s neck, pressing his thumb and other fingers down on the man’s veins, hard enough to tilt Bucky’s head up and onto his shoulder. 

Dayton’s felt the ricochet of Steve choking Bucky, because now Bucky’s cock is leaking some more precum and pulsating inside Dayton’s mouth. “Feels good huh baby? Dayton’s mouth on you. Bet you wanna just fuck his mouth and come inside it. Dayton would surely swallow the birthday boy’s load.” Dayton shot him a wink as he deep throat Bucky’s cock, gagging on it a little as it hit the back of his throat. 

“Or I could just tell him to stop choking on your cock and just make you choke on his? Won’t even let you cum till we both do? That’s what brats like you get right Bucky?” Steve taunts, his other hand travels down to cup and squeezes Bucky’s balls. 

“N-no no ugh fuck.. Let me cum on my Dayton’s mouth.” Bucky chokes out the words, his head heavy on Steve’s shoulder. Dayton got the cue and stops sucking, his hand circle around the base of Bucky’s cock to stop him from coming. 

“Jesus, oh fuck!” Bucky whined, all high pitched and pathetic. “Jesus is not the one sucking your cock Barnes.” Dayton teased as he comes up, letting go of Bucky’s cock and instead he hooks both of Bucky’s legs on his shoulder. 

Bucky’s whole body is now at the mercy of his boyfriends. “What are you doing Day-ah shit.” Before Bucky could finish Dayton managed to slip Bucky’s cock back into his mouth. Bucky’s hands moved and circled around Steve’s neck for support. One of Steve’s arms holds onto Bucky’s torso and one still on his neck. 

Bucky’s whole body is on fire, the hot water from the tub doesn’t help. All he could see is Steve’s big arms around him and Dayton’s unrelenting mouth on his cock. They’re both so hot and wet against him. 

“You’re gonna cum baby? Fill Dayton’s mouth up?” Bucky manages to nod his head, clenching his thighs on Dayton’s shoulder as he tries to hold off. “Use your words Bucky or I’m gonna use that mouth and make your jaw sore.” Bucky moaned loudly, he loves it when Steve is mean and dirty. Makes him harder than ever. “Y-yes daddy, fuck yes. Let me cum in Dayton’s mouth. Wanna fill him up daddy.” 

Steve smile proudly. “Such a good boy. Our good little slut. Come on baby, cum.” Bucky’s whole body flushed and tensed under their touch. He moans out their names as he came inside Dayton’s mouth, making the man groan. 

Bucky’s body slumped and thankfully his boyfriends are there to hold him. “Barnes look at you, already fucked out.” Dayton hums, kissing along the insides of his thighs. “How about we take him somewhere else? I feel eyes watching us.” Steve suggested and Dayton knows exactly what he was talking about. 

They spent the day loving and spoiling Bucky. Bucky lasted longer than they had expected, probably from the frustrated workout and the pent-up hormones from earlier. But he got all that he wanted. Bucky even got Dayton and Steve to wear their respective suits as they Eiffel tower him. 

Earlier that day. “You owe me, Dayton,” Mike said as he placed the spare key in Dayton’s hand. “Fine, one ride. Don’t bring Tucker because if I find any kind of liquid on my Ferrari, I’m gonna have your head.” Mike smirks at him. “Is that your way of telling me that you’ll suck my dick? Cause that’s hot.” Dayton rolled his eyes. “I’m serious Mike.” The man just gave him a nod. “Alright, no liquid.” 

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[potatosoldier]

Are you still there?

/Part 5/

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l yawned as I sat with Eugene Roe and Ralph Spina at the train wagon. My head was aching and my throat was sore. It was really getting tough to stay awake. I wasn’t going to ask for sick leave, but I felt like there was a spiky hairball stuck to my throat. So much for enjoying the train ride. No, Sonja, you are finally able to relax a little. I shouldn’t be ungrateful and take these moments for granted. 

I slowly take my cross pendant and give it a little kiss of thanks for the little moment of peace. Ralph raises his brows from across me. “You praying?”, he asks kindly. 

I shake my head: “I’m thanking God for being able to rest.” He nods and looks at me with a soft look. Eugene also smiles, they truly are a pair of truly empathetic men. “So you’re religious?”,Eugene asks. 

“Evangelical Lutheran”, I answer. “My whole dads side of the family is, with you know them being Finnish. I was actually confirmed there”, I explain. Religion was something I valued. It did not rule my life, but belief was something that gave me a feeling of contentment. I want to live a pure life, and as long as I keep my intentions pure, I want to belief that something out there is looking out for me. 

“Do you actually speak Finnish?”, the Cajun gentleman asks. I chuckle “Yhtä hyvin, kuin sinä puhut Ranskaa”, I answer and they look at me both very confused. I giggle at their expressions. “I just said that: As well as you speak French”

With Richard and Lewis

Richard Winters was calmly writing into his notebook as he heard a very familiar voice behind him: “Going my way?”

The red head stopped writing for a moment. “Where the train takes me”, he answered. Being the calm and collected man he was, he didn’t feel the need to pester his friend for information. Even if he seemed to be very adamant for him to take interest. 

“Where do you suppose that might be?”

“Haven’t got a clue”

“Yeah, come on. Take a guess. Atlantic, Pacific, Atlantic”, the button eyed officer hints. Richard continues writing to his notebook. He couldn’t deny being a little curious, but he could live without knowing. Lewis on the other hand couldn’t live without sharing. “I’m not the intelligence officer”, Richard interrupts his friends guessing game. 

“As such, I know, but if I told you, I’d have to kill you”, Lewis quips as he leans closer to Dick. 

“So don’t tell me”, Dick answers just as cool and collected as before. It truly amazed Lewis, the amount of self restraint the lieutenant in front of him had. It was admirable, but amusing as well. If your humor is sick enough of course. 

Lewis makes his way and sits in front of his friend. “New York City. Troop ship.England. We’re invading Europe, my friend”, he says seriously and pulls a flask from his back pocket. 

“Fortress Europa”, he salutes and pushes the flask towards his friend. Dick still looks as cool as before. “Since when do I drink”, he inquires dryly. The dry expression and amusement leave his face quickly after Lewis ends up admitting to hiding a case of his favorite whiskey: VAT 69, into his pristine friends footlocker. Dick was not sure which worried him more, the fact that his friend had just sneaked it in or the fact that his friend was so actively drinking. God knows he didn’t want to see Lew hurt. 

Dick looks very displeased as Lewis offers the flask to Harry, before a thoughtful expression takes over as he looks at the flask, making Lewis raise his brow. Was he really considering taking it?

“Sonja’s throat was sore. Might be wisest to get her here and offer some without the men seeing”, Richard says after a while. Lewis shakes his head: “She is a nurse! I’m not wasting my VAT on that” he chuckles. 

Richard raises his brow, looking very displeased again. “And since when was her health a waste”, he whispers looking very serious. Harry next to him laughs. “God Nix, go find her or he’ll be pissy all day”

Nix nods and stands up with a smirk attached to his face. Dick shakes his head, and people dared to say that traveling with friends was pleasant. 

Sonja

My brows furrow as I see Lewis Nixon make a very determined path towards me. And no there was no chance he was coming to see someone else. He locked his eyes with mine and you could see the mischief dancing in his brown orbs. 

He smirks as he stands next to me quickly nodding to Spina and Roe, before leaning closer and whispering into my ear: “Josef calls Mary, I repeat Josef calls Mary”

I pull a face and look at him like he had just gone crazy. He seems to be happy with that, and takes my arm helping me up, before taking a hold of my shoulders and literally pushing me where he wants. 

“Lewis, could you kindly explain, why you decided to kidnap me?”, I ask with mock kindness. “As I said, Josef needs Mary”. I roll my eyes at his joke. 

“You really aren’t as funny as you think you are”, I point out, before I let out a small cough. “Shut up, holy Mary, I’m absolutely hilarious. Though you sound a little rough”, he says and I do hear the actual care in his voice. 

I look at him tilting my chin up and smile gently. “Just a little sore throat. I’m a nurse I know how to work it out”, I soothe. He just shakes his head and says under his breath: “Don’t I know it”

When we make it to their seat Harry jumps up from next to Dick and he and Lewis maneuver me over to his old place. 

“Okay, Maiden fair rescued from the wolves, and Knight Lewis Nixon just got off the hook, thank you” 

So much for being subtle boys. I look around and see no alarming faces. With that I slouch a little and lean against my husbands shoulder. Richard seems to do the same check and brushes my thick brunette locks back before planting a kiss on my forehead. Harry is looking at us with a soft grin, he really was such a romantic. As was I, him talking about Kitty made me feel all kinds of joy for them.

Then he does the most surprising thing, he holds his hand out for Lewis’s flask. I open my mouth to ask why was he offering his teetotaler wife a drink, but I don’t get the chance. “Drink, it’ll ease your pain”, Richard whispers and holds the flask near my mouth. 

My mouth comes to the most loving smile as I look into his eyes. This caring angel of a man. “You noticed, huh?”I whisper tenderly.

 I raise my other hand to tip the flask with his and take a small ladylike sip. The taste is..not my favorite and I pull a face. It felt like those shivers you get when you drink cold tea from the bottom of the mug. 

“Thank you”, I whisper and we pass the flask back to Lewis. Who looks positively horrified. “I just gave you five star liquor and you pulled a damn face. No woman, you don’t say thank you. You apologize”, he scolds. I can’t even tell if he is serious or not. 

“oh forgive me oh lord of sin”, I say tiredly and lean against Dick even more heavily. “that’s more like it”, I hear the pleased answer. Richard takes my hand and intertwines our fingers. I sigh and sleep better than I have slept since I left Lancaster. 

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[shiftysdogtags]

Could you write something where the reader and speirs have a forbidden love or Romeo and Juliet like romance? Love your work!!

Forbidden Fruit

A/N: This is set around the time Lip gets promoted to 2nd Lieutenant and they need someone to take Lip’s place as First Sergeant. Rumour has it your name is at the top of the list, but any relationships between the enlisted and a superior officer are forbidden. 

I'm sort of stealing the scene where Nix throws Dick his oak leaves.

The look in the gif is exactly what i pictured in my head🙈 i wasn't sure what colour his eyes were and according to @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant‘s googling skills they're hazel so i went with that 

I hope it was what you were looking for and i hope you like it 

I have all the Speirs love right now💕

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From day one of basic training, one of the first things Y/N was told was fraternisation between herself and any of the men was forbidden. Sobel drilled it into her almost as much as how to clean a riffle or the correct way to do a push up. All eyes were on her as a woman, the first of her kind in an active infantry unit.

Swearing she wouldn’t be a cliché, Y/N avoided showing any affection towards anyone. The stone-cold façade was impenetrable, and it never wavered if an enlisted officer was present.

She wouldn’t give anyone the chance to accuse her of being over friendly and decided being too safe was better than leaving it to chance.

Of course, all the boys in Easy Co. understood. Whenever they seen an officer, they warned her with enough time to change her persona. Friendly Y/N was suddenly replaced by someone who was detached and indifferent by her fellow soldiers. Everything was working, the plan couldn’t have been more effective, all until Ronald Speirs showed up to take over command of Easy.  

Although Y/N tired, avoiding Speirs was near damn impossible, especially when she was an NCO under his command. There was a clear connection between them, and every time she talked to him it was as if the weight that pressed heavy against her chest wouldn’t loosen until he was no longer in sight.

“Sergeant” Speirs nodded in her direction, stopping the Y/H/C girl walking past him. The smirk on his face didn’t go amiss, but she nodded back. With hands full of shiny objects, he clearly planned on taking home with him, he silently asked her to follow him. It was his little way of telling her he wanted to talk, privately. She followed him through a doorway and into a room with nothing but a table he used to support his stolen treasures.  

“Lipton was promoted to Lieutenant” His voice almost sounded proud, but Speirs was always blunt and straight to the point. It was a feature that was well appreciated as it prevented Y/N from staring at her Captain, and from getting caught doing it.

“Congratulations is in order then.” Nodding she couldn’t not feel happy for Lipton. He deserved to be recognised as a great leader, and she was sure all of the other men would agree. Although it was Lipton’s moment, she wondered why he was telling her.

“It sure is.” He seen the confused expression that was written on her face, causing him to smirk again. He patted his uniform down, obviously looking for something. He settled on the pocket to the left of the front zip and fished around for a moment. He threw whatever it was in her direction and despite Y/N having the hand to eye coordination of a goldfish, she caught it. A new patch.

“Congratulations, First Sergeant Y/L/N” A promotion was the last thing she expected, especially not one so high up. Completely surprised, Y/N ran her fingers over each of the stripes, the diamond shape in the middle in particular.

The shock was quickly replaced with dread. She wasn’t afraid of the extra responsibility; she was worried about all the extra time she would have to endure with the man she was trying to deny feelings for.

“Are you worried about spending time with me?” Ron read her face, something he was way too good at. The smirk remained firmly on his face, contrasting with Y/N’s burning red cheeks and bulging eyes.

Ron knew Y/N had feelings for him and while he would never admit it to the outside world, he felt the same towards her. There were countless times he caught her looking at him for longer than she should with her lip caught between her teeth. And in her defence, he was looking at her too. Infinite times he has had to try ignore her when briefing the platoon leaders, otherwise he would lose his train of thought.

When she didn’t answer, he crossed the room. It only took two steps and he twirled a loose strand of Y/H/C hair in his long fingers. He searched for eye contact; her eyes glued to the stains that littered the bottom of her dirty OD’s. One look and all restraint and willpower would disappear.

He wasn’t getting the reaction he wanted, moving his hand from Y/N’s hair to her burning cheek. The heavily calloused hand fit perfectly around her face, as if it had been made a perfect mould.

She gasped, not expecting this amount of affection from someone like him. It almost scared her, causing her eyes to dart to look at his. It nearly broke her heart. He looked so hopeful, his eyes telling her all the things his mouth couldn’t. The words he struggled, but so desperately wanted to say, ever evident in his hazel eyes.

“Ron we can't, I can't” The fear of getting caught was too much, outweighing the exploding feeling of love in her heart. Placing a hand over his wrist Y/N moved Ron’s hand from her cheek. Instantly missing his touch, she very nearly regretted the decision, but it was too late as his hand was already by his side. “It’s not that I don’t want to- “

Ron cut her off with a kiss that was backed with such force it caused her to stumble backwards. The initial shock took Y/N by surprise, but Ron’s hands on her waist steadied her and pulled her closer to his chest. With absolutely no space between them, they melted into one being, her hands on the collar of his jacket.

It was the type of kiss people dream of, a kiss that would put the movies to shame. Passionate and zealous. Y/N was certain that her lips would be lightly bruised and purple for the coming days from the sheer force of his mouth on hers alone. There was no other option than to completely surrender to him and the moment.

As quick as it happened, it was over. They held each other for a few seconds more, and as he tried to move back, Y/N pulled him lightly by the collar back to her. “It's not fair” Ron breathed, their lips almost touching again. Y/N felt his breath on her face, and she knew if he kissed her again, it was game over.

“It never is” It came out in a choked sound due to her dry throat.

“Maybe one day when I'm not a Captain and you're not a First Sergeant this could work?” The way he looked down at her with tired, yet wishful, eyes made her want to cry. The one thing she wanted was the one thing she couldn’t have. The one thing that made her feel safe was literally within an inch of her, dangling like a forbidden fruit.

Y/N nodded enthusiastically. “I would like that, Ron. I really would.”  

The crunching of debris under army issued jump boots alerted them to the men coming towards them from the hallway outside. Ron quickly placed his lips on her forehead, the stubble of his unshaved face tickling her skin. Before Y/N could even blink, Ron had gathered his loot and walked out of the room completely, leaving nothing but a cold shiver to run through her.

It was there in a shell of what was once someone’s home in Haguenau that her love for Ronald Speirs spilled out of her heart and onto the earth. A grey and bleak world was suddenly filled with colour, and the prospect of going home with something worth fighting for.  

[televisionboy]

Would it be possible to get a Nix fic where the reader and Nix get into all kinds of fun trouble on the reader's birthday?

Not Lovesick

Authors note: Sam 🥺 happy birthday, I love you so much. I hope this is okay, I hope you enjoy this and your day today!

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The black plastic of your sunglasses fiddled around in both of your hands, messing with the cheap, breakable lenses. Out of the corner of your eye, you could spot the same man who would tease you for always volunteering with Winters, or being a suck up to Sobel and at the same time, he would cry to you privately. 

“Got you your favorite” Nixon’s raspy voice fills the small jeep as he tosses one bottle of Vat 69 to you and puts the other in his lap, unscrewing it. “Happy birthday, drink up” you watched as he gulped down a bottle of Vat, and he turned to your un moving body and scrunched up nose.

“This shit is fucking disgusting, Lew. I don’t know why you have such a problem with it” A small smile breaks out on his face, and he snatches the bottle from you, “Vat 69 is not for ungrateful people”

“No, give it to me. It’s my birthday and I’ll drink this if I want to″ You said as you unscrewed the top and gave it a whiff before taking a sip. Somewhat satisfied, Lewis started up the jeep and it gave a low rumble as it started driving. Over the dusty, dirt roads and past tall leaves of grass. The wind felt nice alongside your hair as it swept through the late July wind. 

The  car started pulling closer to a town, where Nix stopped the car for a second so he could look for any kind of leftover alcohol. Both of you, more than a  bit tipsy, stumbled out of the car and into a store.

“We’ll take one of everything” Lewis loudly announces and his shades are still on, covering his dark bags under his eyes. And you let out an equally as loud laugh. “Y-You can’t take one of each necklace. We’ll just use money from Malarkey to get this necklace. This one”

Your words are slurred as you frantically point to a silver necklace in a display case, and the money is handed over. The seller quickly agrees to clasp it around your neck but Lew and you leave rather soon. “He was rude, don’t you think?” Nixon whispers loudly, stumbling into your side and you push against him “Very rude. We’re nice customers and we bought things, he should have been nice right?”

Lewis doesn’t answer, as he’s too distracted by the stars forming in the night sky and he nudges you for a second “Aren’t they pretty?” 

“I think that’s boring, you can do so much other stuff” You scoff. In a non drunken state, you would offer to lay down somewhere and look at them, but drunken you was less fun. “That’s Andromeda, and the big dipper” an intoxicated Lewis Nixon is still intellectual, and as you walk down the long, windy, cobblestone path, he points out stars and constellations.

“That one right there is the Y/N. It’s sassy and high maintenance just like you” Nixon grins and pushes you a bit to lighten the mood. His arm swings around your shoulder and immediately, you lean into him.

THE OFFICER BUNKS ARE QUIET except for Winters talking to Roe in the hallway and Speirs sleeping, passed out in a curtain enclosed bedroom. “Were you two drinking?” Dick’s firm voice is on the edge of breaking out into laughter looking at the two of you. “No, not at all. In fact, we found a bottle of Vat and Lewis didn’t say a word. How strong is that?” But Winter’s nor Roe is given a chance to say a word, because Nix takes your hand to lead into his bedroom he was staying in. As his shoes are slowly untied, he turns to you sitting perched on the edge of the bed. “Good birthday?”

You ignore him for a moment, crawling underneath the bed to grab his backup Vat 69 and unscrewing the cap. “It was, thank you for the ring” 

He crawls into bed, falling onto his back “You should be thanking Malark, not me” He smiled and leaned over his shoulder to look at you smiling back. You placed the glass of liquor down and fell onto your back to stare up at the cracked ceiling.

“Where’s Andromeda on the ceiling?” Your voice cracks a bit but is soft and calm, unlike your wild night out earlier

“Right in the middle, the big dipper is over there” Nixon motions to one half of the ceiling “And Y/N is right over on the left, probably stealing soldiers money to blow on stupid shit” his low voice is raspy from all the laughter earlier this evening, himself stealing booze and cigarettes as well.

you laughed softly and nudged his shoulder “Shut up” Lewis’s stomach has a soft feeling of butterflies all throughout it. And he reaches to grab a cigarette from the night stand, staring back up at the ceiling in silence alongside you.

The smoke from his cigarette drifts throughout the room, and Nix knows he won’t be falling asleep anytime soon. He turned to look down at your body spread out on your side of the bed. The sheets quite wrinkled and there was a mess of pillows on the bed. Your eyes were only slightly closed and your lips were pursed, your side facing Lew. 

LOVE•SICK

in love, or missing the person one loves so much that one is unable to act normally

The words came to mind so quickly, he almost couldn’t tell what was happening. He knew Winters told him to “stop acting so lovesick around Y/N or he would be in trouble again” and yet, he couldn’t stop. Nixon didn’t want to like you, he didn’t want to fall in love with you at all. But at one point in Toccoa, you gave him a smile and he completely blew it.

But he snaps out of it, and directs his attention to the wood door. Nixon’s head hurting, and his heart heaving. He inhales the rest of the cigarette before putting it out on the ashtray and deciding that he, Lewis Nixon, was not lovesick. not in the slightest, and definitely not for his best friend. must’ve been somebody else, because it definitely wasn’t him.

definitely

[panevanbuckley]

Speirton+5.Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”❤️❤️❤️Thanks!

omg i'm so sorry it took me so long to get to this, life suddenly got in the way and then my ronnix obsession caused me to stare at a blank word doc for an hour before i decided to change my idea to create this. it's now my longest flufftober fic so yay! i hope it's not too ooc 💜

also on ao3

“So,” Lew said, sliding up beside him with that sly grin on his face, “how've you been?” Carwood shrugged, circling the rim of his glass until Lew sighed and bumped their shoulders together. “C'mon, what's old Lip been up to since we got back home?”

“Not much, really.” he lied, the metal chain around his neck burning his skin. It'd been almost ten years since the war ended, ten years since he'd returned to Huntington with a particular captain, ten years since he made a promise that felt more lasting than any scar that the war left him with.

Lew tisked, swallowing the last of his drink and glaring at him over the rim of his glass. “Sure.” he drawled. Carwood didn’t go for the bait, remaining as stoic faced as possible. He wondered, briefly, where Dick had gotten to. “I heard Ron moved to Virginia.”

Carwood bit his tongue, taking a deep breath before painting his face with curiosity. “Oh, really? I should meet up with him.”

“He's here,” Lew gestured around the hall that was currently overflowing with joyous veterans catching up after a decade apart, “sure I saw him.”

Carwood nodded, feigning interest. Of course Ron was here; he'd driven them both. But Lew wasn't to know that.

“So,” Lew trailed off, hand reaching out across the small space between them, his fingertips dancing down Carwood's arm. The smirk he shot him sent nervous butterflies through his stomach. And then, quicker than Carwood could blink, Lew had a hold of his left hand, fingers laced loosely as he brought it up between their faces. “No ring, huh?” He quirked a dark brow.

Carwood shook his head, “No, she left me.”

Lew frowned, looking genuinely sorry. Carwood hated that; he didn’t want his friend's pity. Especially not since he was much happier now than he ever had been before. “Ah, well that sure does suck.”

“Yeah,” Carwood glanced over Lew's shoulder, finally spotting Ron stood at a nearby table with Luz and Liebgott. The two men were laughing, leaning on Ron gently in a way nobody would've dared back in Europe, and there was a flicker of a smile dancing over Ron's lips. Carwood smiled too, unable to help himself when Ron looked up as though he'd felt him watching.

Lew turned, following his gaze and chuckling. Ron noticed him then, eyes flitting to where their hands were still clasped tight and a miniscule frown appeared on his face. Carwood took his hand back, ignoring the quiet protest from Lew, but Ron had already turned away.

He sighed.

“Speirs is as aloof as always.” Lew teased, smiling at him. Carwood struggled not to laugh, trying hard not to recall earlier that morning when Ron had been stressing like crazy over tonight's reunion. “Anyway,” Lew pinched his cheeks suddenly, eyes playful, “what person wouldn't want this cutie? Your lady must have been out of her mind.”

“Still not learnt personal boundaries, Nix?” a voice spoke up and the two of them jumped. Standing behind Lew, glowering down at them both with a rather unimpressed look, was none other than Ron.

Lew's smile brightened, if that were even possible, and he spun around to grab Ron by the shoulders. “You finally came to say hi to your old pal!”

Ron rolled his eyes, gaze trailing to Carwood again and lingering before settling back on Lew. He shook his hands off of him. “You really ought to not touch everyone all the time. It'll get you into trouble one day.” The words could have been a joke, if it weren't for the mildly threatening tone laced between them.

“Wait a minute,” Lew smirked, “are you jealous?” Ron didn't deem that question worthy of a reply.

Carwood muffled a laugh behind his hand, causing Ron to look over to him again, his face softening the moment their eyes met. The butterflies returned tenfold this time; Carwood would never get over the affect he seemed to have on Ron.

Lew gasped and honestly Carwood could envision a tail wagging at his backside with the way he was almost bouncing on his feet. “You are!”

Ron glared at him, stepping closer to Carwood in the process. “Shut up.”

Lew merely laughed, shaking his head. “I knew it! I knew you guys had something going on.”

“Wait, were you trying to make Ron jealous?” Carwood asked, more surprised over the fact that he wasn't surprised at all.

“Obviously.” Lew sighed as though the question was stupid. It probably was. “Oh, come on, it's not like you guys are very subtle. Half the boys had bets om you two fooling around at the very least. I, however, am an intellectual. I knew it was more than that. When I heard of Ron's move...well, that's confirmation enough isn't it?”

Carwood shook his head in disbelief. “I can't believe you knew.”

“You don't know anything.” Ron snapped, but there wasn't really any heat in his words. Carwood yearned to reach out and lace their fingers together but he didn't want to push their luck.

“Oh yeah?” Lew didn't hesitate, reaching over and pulling the silver chain from Carwood's neck until it emerged out from under his shirt, revealing a single silver band now hanging alongside his old dog tags. He smirked, clearly proud of himself, directing his gaze at Ron. “I bet you have a matching one, huh?”

Ron opened his mouth, probably to deny any such thing. He could argue the sky was green. But Carwood didn’t give him the chance. “How did you know?”

Lew crossed his arms, looking offended. Well, as offended as someone can look whilst also being unbelievably smug. His gaze drifted across the room for a second and Carwood followed it, not really surprised to find Dick milling between some of the boys with an unmatched grace. Dick catches their eyes, his face splitting into a wide grin as he looked to Lew. “Please,” Lew started, his voice now much softer, laced with a fondness that Carwood recognises from Ron, “I know what love looks like when I see it.”

Carwood smiled then, sharing a knowing look with Ron.

Lew cooed, ruffling their hair. “You guys are perfect for each other. I'm happy for you.” He met their eyes, hands landing heavy on their shoulders and squeezing. “Seriously.”

“Thank you.” Ron said, matching Lew's smile with his own.

“I better get an invite to your Thanksgiving this year then!” Lew teased, poking at Ron's chest, “I know you cook and I have been dying to visit.”

Ron groaned but even the idea of Lew at their little Thanksgiving dinner couldn't wipe the smile from his face. “As long as you provide the drinks.”

Lew did an exaggerative bow, tipping an invisible hat. “Of course, kind sir. What do you take me for?”

“A pain in my ass.”

“Love you too, Sparky!” Lew chuckled, patting him on the back before making his leave. Carwood watched him walk off into the crowd of their friends, not quite able to believe what just happened.

“Well...” Ron said, sounding just as confused as he felt. He took Lew's place in front of Carwood, perhaps a little closer – Carwood bit back a smirk at the possessive side of his partner showing. “I guess we have guests this year.”

“Yeah,” Carwood cast his gaze over the hall, already wondering whether he could convince Ron to let him invite some of their closer friends too. He smiled when a hand came up to tuck his chain back under his shirt, touch lingering as Ron smoothed his collar out. He blinked up at Ron, overcome with love for the man that had somehow decided that he was worth spending the rest of his life with. “I guess we do.”

[inglourious-imagines]

Hate Me, Love Me (Joe Liebgott)

Summary: Everyone thinks you and Liebgott hate each other and so do you. But especially after one heated argument, the sexual tension between the two of you is so obvious and the boys don't know if you're gonna kill each other or jump at each other.

Warnings: just heated argument I guess

Author's Note: I had so much fun writing this. Hope you like it! Also, feel free to send me requests any time about anything!

Taglist: @alienoresimagines @inallmylives

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"Can you stop complaining and shut the fuck up?" Y/N almost growled at the Jewish boy as Easy Company was taken from the town Foy in trucks that were apparently too uncomforable for the man next to her. "Oh Y/N, don't tell me you'd cry," he stated and lighted a cigarette, "you're a big girl now." The blood in her veins was boiling and the others could see all the anger bottled up in her over the weeks but they were just having too much fun with her and Liebgott arguing so they just watched them with amusement. Y/N grabbed his cigarette right from his lips and took a long drag from it.

"That was my fucking cigarette. Can't you just let me enjoy at least a bit of a nicotine?" Joe frowned and looked at her annoyed. "Don't tell me you'd cry. You're a big boy now, Joe." Y/N teased him with a spiteful laugh and blew the smoke right into his face. 

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Haegenau was quite a nice little town on a right side from a river whereas the left side was considered german, under enemy's control. That's why they wanted a night patrol in order to capture some hostages and take them back on the correct side of the river.

The night chosen for the mission was perfect for pilots - no fog or clouds, shining moon - but definitely not good for a patrol. 

Y/N was supposed to assist Liebgott with a machine gun. She was disappointed it had to be him but lowkey glad she's not the one crossing the river. Well and Lieb was actually excited because he never declined an offer to provoke and tease her.

Joseph Liebgott didn't hate Y/N, didn't have absolutely anything against her. He thought she was one of the finest members of Easy Company, a brave female soldier with so much love, strength and darkness in her heart. All the boys loved her and he wasn't an exception, except for one thing - he had probably a little more affection towards her in him than anyone else. 

Because of that, Joe got scared. He was now a veteran in the war, he knew how things work around here and therefore he also realised, it's not definitely a good time for emotions.

That's why they shared this love-hate relationship. Both of them knew they can rely on each other in the field, he knew she has his back, there was an absolute trust between them. But as soon as they got back from the front line or there was some kind of a break, the teasing and provoking began all over again.

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"All clear?" Richard Winters reassured himself before he let his men go. Even though they already had a new leader, it was still Dick Winter's Company.

Liebgott and Y/N positioned themselves with a machine gun ready to fire at any time. They were both realizing the proximity between them but neither of them broke the silence. Being on the front line again, they respected and admired the other one quietly.

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The first patrol was so successful, Colonel Sink wanted another one the other night with the same people. But Richard Winters was a smart man, as well as Lewis Nixon so faking a report was not a problem to them and Easy Company was allowed to have a full night sleep. 

"Yeah and Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?" Nixon called out after Richard Winters dismissed them and left with Captain Speirs. "Of course, sir." she nodded and followed him out of basement. 

"Leave the "sir" for someone else. I told you to call me just Lewis." Nixon laughed and handed her a cigarette. Y/N didn't use to smoke before the war and the first cigarette was given to her by the one and only Joe Liebgott. Every time she was smoking, the Jewish boy came to her mind and she couldn't help it.

"Hey! Are you listening, Y/N?" Lewis was waving with his hand in front of her face. His face was decorated with knowing smirk.

"What you smiling at, Nix?" Y/N teased him and playfully punched his arm. 

"You two should have a real proper talk."

"Why should I start a freaking conversation with Joe?"

"I didn't say with who. You did."

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When Y/N came back to the other boys, she was highly upset that Lewis Nixon found out and that it was only her fault. What only made her angrier was that Lewis thought that they'd make a perfect couple, like Romeo and Juliet which was actually pretty accurate because Joe was a Jew and she was partly German. Her people hated his people, therefore it worked the other way around as well. This totally got her mad and she stormed out of the room to join the boys.

"No, you damn idiot! What are you even trying to say?!" Liebgott's voice echoed in the basement. His fists were clenched, his face red - partly because of his anger bottling up in him, partly because he knew Bill's right. 

"You know damn well what I mean. You need to stop the game finally." Guarnere spoke surprisingly calmly and wasn't even offended by Joe's insult. Liebgott was simply hot-tempered and little did Bill know that he's the one telling the truth. 

"What game?" Y/N interrupted and the whole room fell silent. Her eyes wandered from one man to another and questioning them. 

Joe rubbed his eyes in annoyance, "Damn it! You don't need to know everything."

Y/N was already angry and this only added the oil to the fire. "Well, I'm sorry Mr. I'm-the-best-and-everyone-can-kiss-my-ass that I actually care!"

"Oh c'mon! Don't start with this. Go and chase Nixon and his dick for fuck's sake!"

"Really, Joseph? You're just jealous I'm not chasing yours."

No one in the room dared to say something in their matter. They were almost afraid to breathe. Their eyes were jumping from Y/N to Liebgott.

"Now I don't know if they're gonna kill each other or kiss each other." George whispered to Perconte and chuckled a bit. 

"Hey, Luz! What's so funny about me and Joe's dick? Please, share your idea with us?" Y/N turned to him with narrowed eyes and her arms folded on her breasts. 

"Nothing's funny about you or his dick." George mumbled and looked at the ground. He felt like he was caught red-handed. 

"Really? But I heard you laughing. So tell us, don't be ashamed." she encouraged him with a devilish smirk.

"Can we please stop talking about my dick? Please?" Joe joined in slightly annoyed with the whole situation. 

"Oh! Sorry, Joe!" she exclaimed with an obvious irony in her voice, "would you like to discuss this in private?"

The room was dead silent again. All eyes were on Joe when he tried to get out some words but he only managed to stutter, "W-what?" 

"That's called a fucking sarcasm, you moron." Y/N rolled his eyes but added with a smirk after a few seconds, "But I'll take your 'what' as a no, okay. Thought we could have some fun." A wink was sent Joe's way. 

"No!" he shouted probably way too quickly. He shrugged and took a few steps towards her. His usual cocky self was back. "You want to fight, girl? You'll follow me now to the empty room upstairs and there, I'm gonna declare a war."

"Eww!" George shouted, "get the hell out of here, we don't want to listen to your sugar sex talk."