𝙷𝙱𝙾 𝚆𝚊𝚛 𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜

Rest Your Weary Head | Lew Juergens

3 times where lew and the reader sleep together platonically and the one time it's a little more than platonic. 

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One
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The rain fell every night. You couldn't sleep because you were miserable and wet all the time. One of these days, you were going to just collapse in the middle of your patrol and get sent away from your friends for whatever dumb reason the Marine Corps came up with.

You let out another yawn and leaned your head against the side of the foxhole, letting your eyes close for a moment. A few minutes of sleep wouldn't hurt...

"(Y/N)!" a voice to your right whisper-shouted.

Your eyes shot open and you turned to see who had spoken. Lew was sitting by the gun, looking concerned.

"Oh, thank fuck, I thought I lost you there." He let out a breath, then reached out a hand to gently push your helmet up on your head and squint at your face. "You're not sick, are you?"

You shook your head. "Nah, I'm good."

You felt another yawn coming on and tried to stifle it to no avail.

"Christ, how much sleep have you been getting?"

"....Yes, I've been getting sleep."

He shot you a look that read "Don't try me." and you sighed, looking down at the mud in the foxhole.

"Not enough, apparently." Lew shook his head, holding out an arm. "Come on, it seems to be pretty clear out there. You can take a few minutes to catch up on sleep."

Your eyes widened and you began protesting, but Lew just raised an eyebrow at you. You had no energy to protest more, so you shook your head and scooted over to lean against his side.

"I'll wake ya up whenever something happens, okay?"

You sleepily muttered back an acknowledgement.

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Two
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You woke with a gasp, eyes moving wildly from side to side. The dark of the jungle greeted you; nothing but trees rustling in the light wind. The silence was oddly unsettling, even the animals seem to fear the jungle. Or they just feared what was in it.

War. Danger.

Death.

Your breath slowly steadied, as you tried to blink tears back. You covered your ears, head between your knees. 

"Make it stop, make it stop..." you muttered, shutting your eyes as tightly as you could. Leering faces taunted you with wicked grins, and you shook your head, trying to rid your head of the demons. "Go away, go away, go away."

"Hey, hey, hey, (Y/N), come here." Lew's gentle voice broke your thoughts.

Not waiting for an answer, he held your hand and set you in his lap. You curled into his front, your head resting right under his chin, your hand over his heart. His arm wrapped protectively around you, keeping you close.

"Where's your helmet? You should've kept it on."

You gestured vaguely to where you previously sat. 

"Alright. I'm right here, okay? The nightmares can't get to you here."

"You gonna fight them off or something?" you smiled weakly and let out a yawn.

A beat of silence passed.

"Yeah. I'd fight anything for you."

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Three
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