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Night Changes
Lewis Nixon x Wife!Reader
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A/N: thanks to @footprintsinthesxnd for inspiring me to finally finish this wip from back in october!! for once, this isn't a heart-wrenching fic that makes you cry your eyes out...it's super fluffy!! Hbo owns the rights, and this is about the fictional portrayal of easy company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: morning sickness & pregnancy, nothing else except for tooth-rotting fluff :)
Nixon, New Jersey: April 1950
"What are you thinking, sweetheart?"
"What?" (Y/n) sighed, glancing towards her husband from where she sat on the floor.
A chuckle left Lewis' lips as he gestured to the various paint colors on portions of the wall. "Which one? Pink, purple, blue, or yellow?"
Rolling over to her side, (y/n) attempted to get up. With her swollen stomach, it made everything ten times harder than usual.
Lew rushed to her side, "Honey, let me help you."
"I've got it," she grunted, somewhat out of breath.
(Y/n) tried and failed a few times, then let out a huff of air, sighing as she held out her hands for Lew to come and help her up.
He smiled softly, moving to help lift her. "I thought you had it that time."
"Your child has been making things harder on me, lately."
Once they stood up, Lew pulled her close, his hand on her bump. "My child? I'm pretty sure we both made this baby."
(Y/n) pulled back with a look of disgust, fake gagging. "Please don't remind me."
With his signature grin, he pulled her back in, trying to plant a kiss on her lips. "No," she laughed, leaning away to evade his kisses. "We've got to pick out the color for the nursery, Lew!"
"So now you want to get on task, huh?"
(Y/n) giggled as she continued to swerve her husband's kisses. "Yes! We have to get this done!"
"Alright," he conceded. "Just one kiss. Please?"
With an exaggerated eye roll, (y/n) leaned in and pecked his lips quickly. "Come on, doll. One more," he pleaded.
"Nope. You'll get more once we get done picking out the color."
He led her to the wall with the colors and mock saluted her. "Alright, then. Captain Nixon is focused on his next objective."
They had decided to go with the soft yellow because it was more gender-neutral, even though both felt deep down that it was a girl. Staring at their halfway-finished nursery, (y/n) couldn't help but think back to when it all started the year before.
Indianapolis, Indiana: July 1949
The Nixons sat at the Easy Company reunion with Lip, Dick, and their respective spouses. While the guys all talked, (y/n) spoke with Ethel Winters and JoAnne Lipton about everything from baking to babies. Ethel and Dick had been married for a little over a year and were about to start trying for children. JoAnne and Carwood already had a son, so she told the two women how wonderful it was to be a mom. Hard, but wonderful.
The woman pulled out a picture of the three of them with a proud smile on her face. "Danny turns three next month. He's a spitting image of Car, that's for sure. I love him more than anything in this world."
Looking over at her husband enthralled in a conversation with his best friends, she couldn't help but imagine Lew as a father; holding their little baby in his arms or putting them up on his shoulders. (Y/n) knew he didn't have a good relationship with his father and would do everything to be there for their future children.
She was broken out of her trance by Lew's hand squeezing her thigh gently. "You alright, sweetheart? Why are you crying?"
Eyed widening, she went to wipe the tear that streaked down her cheek, but he beat her to it. "What's wrong?" He asked, eyes full of concern.
"Let's have a baby."
Lewis was taken aback by his wife's bluntness. Sure, they had talked about having kids but had decided to wait a few more years. Hearing that she changed her mind filled his with the same sweet images that appeared in hers moments before. If he was being honest, he had felt ready for a few months but didn't want to mention it to her until she approached him first.
He took her hand and excused them from the table as he led her to the lobby area of the venue. As soon as they turned the corner, Lewis' strong arms enveloped her in a tender embrace, his touch sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine. Their lips met softly, mouths melding together gently. It was a tender and loving kiss that expressed their shared devotion and longing for the next chapter of their lives.
With a gentle smile, they broke apart, their hands still entwined. The room seemed to radiate with the energy of their love and the endless possibilities that lay before them.
"Is that a yes?" (Y/n) asked, short of breath.
He kissed her gently, eye glistening with unshed tears. "Yes, let's start a family."
Nixon, New Jersey: November 1949
It was a cold and rainy morning when (y/n) stirred in bed, feeling a wave of nausea wash over her once again. This was the third morning in a row, and her eyes flickered over to Lew, who was fast asleep beside her. She always joked that even a freight train wouldn’t wake him up. Clutching her stomach, she quickly sat up, her heart racing as her body was trying to give her a few seconds of warning. (Y/n) barely had time to get to the bathroom, her steps hurried and unsteady as she covered her mouth with her hand.
Reaching the bathroom just in time, (y/n) dropped to her knees, her body convulsing with dry heaves initially, followed by her dinner from the night before. The sensation was accompanied by a rush of relief, but the butter taste lingered in her mouth.
Stirred by the sounds from the bathroom, Lew realized something was wrong and came rushing into the bathroom, concern etched across his features. He kneeled beside her, gathering her hair and rubbing her back soothingly.
“Are you alright, sweetheart?” he asked worriedly, his voice raspy from sleep.
“I don’t know, Lew,” (y/n) replied weakly. “This nausea just won’t go away.”
“I think that we should get you to the doctor,” Nix suggested, worried she might have caught a nasty stomach bug.
She nodded, her mind already racing with a suspicion she dared not speak aloud just yet. “Yeah, maybe,” she answered, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
After Lew left for work, (y/n) decided to visit the doctor to get some answers. Anticipation and nervousness bubbled within her as the test was administered. The minutes felt like hours, but finally, the doctor confirmed what she had hoped for – she was pregnant.
Unable to contain her excitement, she hurried back home, her heart bursting with joy. The second she got home, she walked past their extra bedroom, inspiration striking her. The sun cast a soft, golden hue through the lace curtains, illuminating the extra room that held years of collected odds and ends. (Y/n) stood at the threshold, groaning at the old boxes, forgotten furniture, and random oddities that filled the room.
She had a lot of work cut out for her.
After putting on a Nat King Cole album, she took a deep breath and rolled up her sleeves, beginning the task at hand. As she meticulously sorted through the belongings, memories danced in her mind – the dusty bookshelf that held Lew’s childhood favorites, the old rocking chair her mother had gifted her, and the worn-out toys that once brought her so much joy.
With every box she emptied and every piece of furniture she carefully moved, the room started to transform. The clutter began to vanish, making way for her vision of a nursery filled with love and laughter. She could almost visualize the crib nestled by the window, sunlight streaming in, casting a warm glow on the tiny cradle.
Time seemed to fly as she got lost in the whirlwind of her excitement. As the clock ticked on, (y/n) meticulously organized, cleaned, and dusted, pouring herself into every corner. By the time Nix got home from work, she had cleared out most of the clutter. Her eyes held a sparkle of pride as she surveyed her progress, already lost in the thoughts of cradling their newborn baby in this very room.
Lew opened the door, calling out to her as he did every day. “Honey, I’m home.”
As he put his briefcase onto the kitchen table, he noticed the random items and boxes that were scattered around the kitchen. With a raised eyebrow, he stepped over the clutter and followed the sound of (I Love You) For Sentimental Reasons to the couple’s extra bedroom.
“(Y/n)?” Lew asked as he entered the room, his eyes flicking between the few things left inside.
A rocking chair…
Some old toys…
His old bookshelf filled with children’s books…
She stood in front of the window with a hand covering her mouth, eyes glossy with unshed tears. “Hey,” she whispered.
Lew’s brows instantly furrowed and he approached her, taking her into his arms. “What’s wrong, doll?”
“I’m happy.”
“You’re happy,” he pondered aloud, “But you’re crying.”
(Y/n) pulled back to look up at his puzzled face. “Yeah.”
“Why the sudden inspiration to clean out the crap in here?”
“Well,” she grinned up at him, her bottom lip wobbling as she spoke. “Our baby can’t have a room full of random stuff, can they?”
As (y/n) looked at him expectantly, he nodded with raised brows. “Yeah, yeah.”
But then his eyes widened suddenly and Lew’s gaze flew to hers. “The what?”
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Epiphany Pt. 3: Haunted
Lewis Nixon x Reader
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A/N: hey guys!! i had originally planned for operation market garden to be one chapter, but there were just too many things that i wanted to add, so it will be split up into at least two! hbo owns the rights, and this is about the fictional portrayal of easy company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!
Summary: Things aren't as cut and dry as they seem when Easy jumps into Holland for Operation Market Garden, and (y/n) faces a heartbreaking reality.
Word Count: 3.4k
Warnings: slightly graphic mistreatment of women (eindhoven scene)
SEPTEMBER 13, 1944: ALDBOURNE, ENGLAND
The pub was alive, bustling with half-drunken paratroopers when (y/n) arrived with Skip, Alex, and Don. They were missing their fifth member who they spotted across the bar playing darts with Buck.
“How much money do ya’ think he’s lost?” Skip asked, snickering as they made their way through the crowd to an empty table.
(Y/n) grimaced. “As long as he’s not asking me for a loan again, I don’t care. He still owes me $20.”
“Ehh, you’re probably not gonna get that back, (y/n/n), Penkala laughed, throwing an arm over her shoulder. “You should know George well enough by now.”
“Well, the first twenty bucks he gets is mine tonight, boys.”
Finding a booth in the corner, Don, Skip, and (y/n) plopped down while Alex went to get them drinks. They looked around the room and observed some of Bull’s new squad replacements sitting nearby.
“They don’t look older than twelve,” Skip scoffed, shaking his head.
Don smacked the side of his head, rolling his eyes. “Skip, you don’t look much older than twelve, alright, so ease up.”
“You’re telling me you don’t even feel a litt-”
“No,” (y/n) interrupted. “I don’t. They’re here the same reason we are.”
Before Skip could argue back, Alex returned with their drinks, and the first thing (y/n) did was gulp hers. To her dismay, Alex had started to ramble about the replacements to Skip, and the pair picked up right where she’d cut him off. With a sigh, she got up and walked over to George, Buck, Toye, and a replacement, who were crowded around the dartboard. They all watched Buck as he lined up a shot.
“Here we go. One shot. Here we go,” he muttered to himself.
When she slid into the space beside George, he smirked with a wink, nodding toward Buck, as if to say, ‘Look at this.’
“Lieutenant,” he began. “You gonna shoot lefty all night?”
Toye and the red-headed replacement’s faces fell, and (y/n) took a sip of her drink to hide her smirk.
Joe looked between George and Buck in disbelief. “Hey, come on,” He groaned.
“Just curious,” George continued, “‘Cause he’s right-handed.”
A sly smile grew on Buck’s face as he switched sides and lined up his shot. “George. What would I do without George Luz?”
The group watched as the dart left Buck’s hand and hit the bullseye dead on.
“Boop!”
Collective groans came from Joe and the replacement at George’s antics as he turned to the men. “Goodness, gracious!”
“Two packs, gentlemen,” Compton announced, holding out his hand.
“I know you’ve got them. Pay up.”
Joe looked at (y/n) who was still smirking into her drink. “You gonna let them screw us like that, (y/n)?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “I didn’t see anything, Joe.”
Rolling his eyes, Toye grumbled as he placed a pack of cigarettes in Buck’s outstretched hand before walking off. The replacement approached (y/n) with a nervous smile, and she had to agree with Skip that he did look twelve, even if he towered over her.
“Heffron,” he introduced, holding out his hand. “Babe Heffron. Nice to meet you. The guys have told me nothing but great things.”
She shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, Babe. You’re in Bull’s squad, right?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Raising her eyebrows, (y/n) snorted. “Ma’am makes me sound like an old woman. Call me (y/n).”
“Yes, ma’a-, I mean, (y/n),” he corrected, his face turning crimson.
Seeing the flash of a familiar silver flask near the door, (y/n) nodded at Babe. “It was nice meeting you, Heffron. You’re in good hands with Bull.”
She found him sitting at a table with Harry Welsh, who looked more tipsy than usual. “(Y/n). Speak of the devil. We wer-”
Nix’s eyes widened, and he kicked Harry discreetly under the table. “You meet the new replacements?” He asked as if Welsh hadn’t spoken.
Raising an eyebrow, she sat in the empty seat beside Lew. “What was that, Lieutenant?”
“Uhh, we were gonna ask you about the replacements,” he replied slowly, glancing at Nix for confirmation.
Though she didn’t understand Harry’s odd behavior, she didn’t push it. “They seem nice. I’ve just met Heffron after George and Buck conned him playing darts.”
Lew took a swig of his flask, throwing an arm on the back of (y/n)’s chair, his fingertips lightly brushing her shoulder. “Bull will take care of them,” he began. “He’s a good sergeant.”
(Y/n) nodded, unsure of her voice at his subtle touch. One touch and she was down for the count. Thinking back to D-Day and the way he held her, heat spread through her. She looked down at the drink in her hand and realized she needed a refill.
“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna get another drink,” she announced, getting up from her seat.
Lew got up, too, grabbing his signature flask. “I’ll come with. Harry, don’t cause too much trouble while we’re gone, alright?”
He rolled his eyes, shooing them away with a wave of his hand. “Yeah, yeah. Go on. I’ll survive.”
The duo made their way for the crowd before leaning against the bar.
“I thought you only drink VAT-69,” she questioned, motioning to the barkeep for two beers.
Nix faced her, his eyes scanning her face. “My supply is running low, so I’ve gotta cut back until I can get some more.”
The bartender returned with two beers and she gratefully took them, returning to their table with Nix in tow. As soon as they sat down, he placed his arm around her chair once again, and she took a big sip of her drink, knowing she would need it to make it through the night.
“So, how’s the officer’s life treating you two?” She asked, trying to hide the blush that crept up her neck.
Harry took a deep breath. “Well…”
An hour and a few drinks later, (y/n) was throwing her head back in laughter at something Harry said. Nix just chuckled beside her, knowing she was drunk due to the fact Harry’s comment wasn’t funny at all.
Her head felt as if was stuffed with cotton, and the world was tilted slightly off its axis, but regardless, she was chatting away with the two Lieutenants.
“Ya’know,” she giggled, waving her hands around emphatically. “Kitty’s a lucky gal ‘ta have ya, Har. Outta all-”
Her hand caught a glass and sent it flying, beer spilling across the table.
“Oh no.”
Lew stood up and gently grasped her elbow, helping her to her feet. “Come on, doll. You’ve had enough.”
“Lewis,” she whined. “I’m not drunk.”
His chuckled. “Really?”
“Uh, ‘yeh.”
“Okay,” he smirked, pointing behind her. “Try to walk to Luz.”
(Y/n) nodded and wobbly took one, two, three steps before tilting to her right, arms flailing. Luckily, Lew was ready and caught her by her waist effortlessly.
“I guess I am drunk,” she murmured into his shoulder.
Her attempt gained the attention of her squadmates who still sat at the same table from hours earlier. Don and George walked over, faces painted with concern.
“She alright?” Luz asked with a grimace.
“Yeah. She’s just a lightweight,” Nixon smirked, glancing down at the woman in his arms. “I’m gonna take her home.”
Lifting her head off his shoulder, she looked up at him. “Already there,” she whispered to herself.
To her dismay, Don had heard it, and the man’s eyes became saucers as he realized what she meant. Everything clicked in his head.
“Yeah,” he smiled. “I’ll get someone to check on her in the morning.”
With a curt nod, Nix led her out of the pub and was hit with a wave of sharp, chilly air that had her huddling closer to him. He had a secure hand around her waist, keeping her upright as they walked down the cobblestone streets of Aldbourne.
“You alright down there?” He asked, squeezing her hip gently.
(Y/n) basked in his warmth. “I like it when you hold me.”
The man got choked up on his saliva and coughed a few times at her confession.
“Well,” he began slowly, staring down at her, the moonlight illuminating her face. “I like to hold you.”
“Why?”
A smile formed on his lips. “You can ask me when you’re sober, but I doubt you’ll remember any of this, sweetheart.”
She nodded once against his shoulder as they turned onto her street. Aldbourne was a quiet town, especially on a Sunday night. It was easy for one to find themselves getting lost in their thoughts. The soft glow from windows reflecting off the pavement felt like home, even if they were thousands of miles away from theirs.
In different circumstances, Lew could envision him and (y/n) on their way home from a night dancing or movie picture, giggling as young couples do, oblivious to the horrors of the world. But that wasn’t reality. They’d seen the horrors firsthand, and he envied the people who lived and loved in times of peace.
A soft voice broke him from his thoughts. “Thanks.”
Looking up and realizing they’d arrived at her billet, he reluctantly let go of her. He felt the loss of her warmth and reached out to take her hand. “Drink some water, alright? I can’t have you being grumpy tomorrow because you’re hungover.”
She smiled blearily, squeezing his hand. “Thanks for ev’rythin, Lew.”
In a moment of weakness, he sighed and tugged her closer. As Lew’s strong arms wrapped gently around (y/n)’s frame, he felt her heart beating through her chest, as if it were trying to send him a message. The scent of her hair, a delicate mix of her shampoo, and the evening breeze intoxicated his senses. All he could think about was the woman in his arms. Standing there in the warm embrace of a quiet, moonlit night, it was as if the war wasn’t raging around the world. But just as quickly as it had begun, the hug came to an end. They pulled away, eyes meeting for a fleeting moment as if searching for answers in each other’s gaze.
“G’nigh,” she giggled, walking towards her door with unsteady steps.
“Night, sweetheart,”
Once the door had closed and he heard the familiar click of the lock, he backed up onto the street shaking his head with a bashful smile.
“I’m in trouble,” he chuckled, making his way back to the bar.
September 14, 1944: ALDBOURNE, ENGLAND
(Y/n) awoke with a groan, hearing dull raps from the front door beneath her. Each knock was like a drum banging inside her skull as she made her way down the stairs. The family she was staying with was on a weekend vacation, and she was thankful their children wouldn’t see her so hungover.
(Y/n) opened the door, squinting at the bright sunlight. “Can I help you?”
“Yeah,” a kind voice replied. Lip.
Her eyes widened. “Sorry, Car, I didn’t realize it was you.”
“It’s alright,” he began softly. “You weren’t at the pub last night, so I wanted to let you know we’re moving out again.”
Already?.
“Okay. Thanks, Lip,” (y/n) nodded, eyes sinking to the floor as she closed the door.
Great.
September 17, 1944: Operation Market Garden
As Easy Company sat in ditches along the road to Eindhoven, an eerie silence hung in the air. Sure, Allied intelligence suspected the Krauts in the country were mostly old men and kids, but the paratroopers were on their toes, ready for whatever would come next.
(Y/n) was sandwiched between George and Skip, who were grumbling back and forth about a failed darts game the night before.
“Will you two shut up, please?” She laughed softly. “I can’t even hear myself think.”
George smirked, adjusting his helmet. “I didn’t know you could do that.”
A squadron of Allied aircraft roared overhead, and soon after, they approached the town. A window opened, and (y/n) motioned for everyone to get down as she crouched beside a fence. The person pulled out a long orange banner and tied it around the window.
“Okay, hold your fire,” Bull appeared behind them, cigar hanging from his lips.
Staring at the town above her M-1 sight, a deep pang of worry shot through her stomach. Something didn’t feel right.
The paratroopers couldn’t believe their eyes as the people of Eindhoven celebrated their liberation from the German occupation. Bright orange flags flew from every window, and (y/n) found herself smiling at the pure joy that oozed from the town.
(Y/n) and George had gotten separated from the rest of their squad in the crowd as they dodged kisses from the locals. Well, (y/n) dodged their kisses. After a few girls tried to land a smooch on her lips, she removed her helmet, showing she was a woman. Soon the town's men caught on and were trying to do the same.
She tried to push through the crowd as quickly as possible staving off any attempts from them. Looking behind her, she groaned at the empty spot where George had been. “George,” she called, cupping her hands around her mouth. “Luz! Come on!”
A few seconds later, he appeared to her right, fresh red lipstick smeared across his lips that were quirked into a wide grin.
“Gosh, (y/n). Can’t a guy have some fun?” He joked, wiping his mouth with his hand.
Turning around, she rolled her eyes and made her way through an opening in the crowd only to be pulled to the side by her arm. “Hey!”
A familiar Philly accent filled her ears. “Come get in this picture, (y/n)!”
Babe pulled her through the crowd, and George followed, kissing as many girls as he could along the way.
“There they are!” Chuck yelled, throwing his arm around a blonde.
George and Babe stood behind a few kids wearing orange hats and waving flags, all smiling from ear to ear. A wide smile grew on (y/n)’s face as she knelt beside the kids, placing her helmet on the little girl's head beside her. The helmet tipped down, covering the girl’s face except for her crooked, snaggle-toothed smile. (Y/n) quickly fixed it for her, and to her surprise, the little girl threw herself in the woman’s arms. Fighting off tears, she sniffled and hugged the girl back before pointing to the camera.
“Smile, everybody!” (Y/n) announced.
The picture was taken with a click, and (y/n)’s eyes wandered to the left of the cameraman.
She froze, her face falling. Time slowed as she watched the scene unfold before her. A local woman with long, flowing chestnut hair and a confident stride approached Lew. (Y/n) squinted to get a better look, her heart pounding. She watched in disbelief as the stranger reached up and placed a hand on Lew’s cheek, drawing him closer. The world around (y/n) seemed to blur as the stranger’s lips met Lew’s, and they kissed, and he didn't pull away.
Time seemed to stand still for (y/n). She couldn’t comprehend what she was witnessing. Her mind raced with questions.
Why was Lew kissing her?
Her hands clenched into fists, and tears welled up in her eyes. (Y/n) felt like a statue, unable to move or speak as the painful scene played out before her. She knew she had no right to be jealous, but not so deep down, she wished it were her instead. Her heart ached, and her stomach churned with anger, jealousy, and sadness.
George tapped her shoulder, his brows furrowed. “(Y/l/n)? You alright?”
Following her line of sight, he found what she was fixated on and softly sighed.
“He’s an idiot, (y/n/n). Come on,” he murmured, hoisting her up by her arm.
She stood and blinked away angry tears that filled her vision. She knew she had no right to be jealous, but not so deep down, she wished it were her.
A small voice below her broke her train of thought. “Dank,” the little girl nodded, holding out (y/n)’s helmet. She forced a smile and took it from the girl.
George tugged her arm softly, pulling her in the opposite direction of Nix. She blindly followed in a haze, her mind muddied with hurtful thoughts. Townsfolk grabbed at her jacket as she and George made their way to the main town square where 2nd platoon was meeting.
She was snapped out of her mind by the sound of screams. Her head moved on a swivel trying to find the sound’s source. Spotting a circle of citizens up ahead, she pushed past George quickly, squeezing her way through a few men to see inside the circle.
Before her, half-naked women were on their knees, crying as their hair was roughly shaved, leaving them with blood streaking down their necks and faces. Two Dutch resistance fighters bumped past (y/n) with another petrified woman in their arms. They threw her down and began to rip the clothes off her body. (Y/n)’s eyes narrowed as a burning sensation filled her chest.
“Hey!” She cried, shoving one of them away from the woman. “That’s enough!”
The man recovered swiftly, but (y/n) didn’t give up. Unable to bend her to his will, he resorted to dirty tactics, shoving her forcefully and causing her to stumble and fall to the hard cobblestone street with a thud.
“Stomme meid,” he spat.
Stupid girl.
Her unclasped helmet skidded a few feet away as her head came in contact with the road. The impact knocked the wind out of her, leaving her momentarily gasping for breath.
For a few seconds, everyone’s eyes were on the (y/n), then all hell let loose. Easy’s men were trying to get to her with enraged shouts but were unable to get through the crowd. With great effort, (y/n) pushed herself up off the ground, her face flushed but her spirit unbroken. She looked the man squarely in the eyes, refusing to show fear despite the pain in her chest.
The man leered down at her with a smirk as he switched to heavily accentuated English. “Maybe we should teach you a less-”
(Y/n) lost all self-control as her arm reeled back ready to swing, but someone grabbed it tightly and tried to pull her away from the man. Seeing a flash of dark hair, she knew it was him, and her fury only grew. (Y/n) resisted, her heart pounding with adrenaline.
“No, Nix!” She protested, her voice filling with fiery determination. She wriggled free from his grasp for a moment, her eyes still locked onto the resistance fighters. “Let go of me! They can’t do this! We can’t let them do this!”
He stepped in front of (y/n), blocking her view of the confrontation, and looked deeply into her eyes. “(Y/n), I know, all right? I wish we could, but we can’t do anything about it.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, she tried to push past him only to hear a tone he had never used with her before.
“Stop! That’s an order, (y/l/n),” he gritted, his heart squeezing in his chest at the words.
(Y/n) stared at the Officer in disbelief.
How dare he not help these poor women?
Tears filled her eyes for the second time that day as she took one more look at the poor woman on the ground. “I’m sorry,” she whispered before shoving her way back through the crowd.
Lew’s eyes followed her until she disappeared into the mob. Sighing, he ran a hand down his face.
What a difference a few days can bring.
One of the men behind him spoke. “She’s a lively one, no?”
“Shut it,” Nix snapped, scooping (y/n)’s discarded helmet off the street.
When he found Dick, Harry, and Buck, he handed the helmet to her platoon leader. “It’s (y/n)’s.”
Buck took it with a nod as the four officers watched the British Armored Division come rumbling down the street.
It was going to be a long operation.
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Nix x Reader one-shot
Hiiiii I wrote something filthy.... plz excuse the lack of a competent title, I am v tired...plz enjoy xx. Weeeeee....
Warning: smut (duh...)
"Do you remember that night we first met?"
Nix was sitting on the sofa in the far corner of the room, gently swirling the whiskey in his glass.
Y/N was looking at the photos that lined the Italian marble mantle in ornate silver frames as she warmed herself by the fire. Unknown faces stared back at her: a wedding portrait, a family on holiday in the Alps, an SS officer looking sternly out of frame.
Running fingers along the cool marble, she remembered that night in Aldbourne, May 1944.
"How could I forget..." she said, smiling to herself, thinking about how handsome he looked that night.
Y/N wasn't one to be vain, but she looked good too in a new blue dress that hugged her curves in the right places and ended just before the knees. Nix had spotted Y/N as soon as she walked in the crowded, smokey bar-- her eyes met his before the door had even shut behind Y/N and her friends. He held her gaze for a long moment before her friend Doris gently squeezed her hand and pulled Y/N towards a booth in the corner.
At some point Y/N had volunteered to get the next round of drinks and had made her way up to the bar, where Nix had promptly saddled up beside her,
"Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting to get you alone?" he asked with an air of confidence that would have been annoying if he hadn't been so damn cute.
Y/N was two drinks in at that point and gave an unladylike loud laugh-- from that one line he had her hooked.
Y/N's friends had eventually come to the bar to get their own drinks, but they weren't sore on her-- they could see how taken she was with him. The two of them had spent the rest of the evening talking and when the bar finally closed, he walked Y/N back to the nurses quarters.
"I really want to kiss you..." he said as she leaned against the door frame, stalling for more time with him, despite the chill that was in the late May air.
"Then kiss me already..." she said with a giggle before he leaned in and did just that.
He tasted like whiskey and clove and she savored every second. He pulled away for a moment, but Y/N pulled him back in by his collar for a deeper kiss that lit a fire in her belly.
They had said their goodbyes that night, sure that they would be seeing each other again soon, not knowing that it would be almost a year later that they would finally meet again.
It had seemed to Y/N that she was always on Easy Company's tail, they had always just moved out before she had been posted somewhere new. It was frustrating, always seeming to just miss them, but she never thought about it for long-- this was war, and she had innumerable injured men that needed her attention.
Nix had thought about Y/N on occasion, when there was a quiet moment or when he ached for the touch of a woman. He remembered that night fondly-- and the way he had gotten semi-hard from just a couple kisses-- no woman had ever been able to do that before.
He hoped she was alright, and whenever they arrived somewhere new, he'd check out the aid stations and field hospitals, hoping to catch a glimpse.
Around the turn of 1945, he was sure he had imagined her entirely.
It wasn't until April that Y/N had finally caught up with Easy. She had long stopped asking after Easy Company when she overheard a comment in passing about Easy's involvement in the liberation of a camp in the area.
Her heart had jumped at the mention, but she did not venture to hope that he was still alive.
Y/N had put the comment out of mind until tonight, when she had been walking to her billet and heard someone call her name. She stopped dead in her tracks, wondering if she had heard a ghost, for she saw no one.
It was only when she turned around did she see Nix standing in the street in front of a house with its door open. He had just happened to be walking by the window of his billet, looking out onto the darkened street when he saw her.
He stood and stared at Y/N as she walked by, her nurse's uniform dirtied with blood, her hair pulled back into a bun at the nape of her neck. She looked different but he'd know her anywhere.
It took him a moment to gather up the courage to go outside-- what if she didn't remember him? What if she just wasn't interested anymore? A lot could change in a year.
Y/N had turned to look at him and in an instant her eyes shone with recognition-- but also hesitation.
"Nix?" she asked after a moment of stunned silence. Just hearing her voice got his heart racing.
He invited her in for a drink and she accepted though she was terribly embarrassed at the state of herself, and subconsciously smoothed her hair down in a moment when he wasn't looking.
She had watched as he poured her some whiskey, noting his dark 5 o'clock shadow, and the bluish rings under his eyes-- war had seemed to ravage both of them, but god-- he was still so handsome.
Nix stood up from the couch and walked over to where Y/N stood, her hands held out to the fire.
" I still think of that night... that blue dress you wore-- you looked so beautiful." he said in a moment of reminiscing.
She gave a short laugh, thinking of how she had ripped the dress to pieces in order to use them as bandages when supplies were short.
"Wish I still had it-- I had to sacrifice it for bandages."
Nix clicked his tongue, "damn, that's a shame-- that was a great dress."
He was watching Y/N as she flexed her hands in front of the fire before he took one of them into his own. Her hand jolted at his touch-- Y/N wasn't used to that kind of contact-- as a nurse, she was the one who touched-- and she only touched half-dead men who held onto her hand begging for their lives.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to--"
"No, no-- it's okay, just..."
Their words were awkward and halting-- they both knew what war did to people, but no one really knew how to talk about it-- the way it strained your nerves to their breaking point and made any form of intimacy difficult.
She reached out and grasped his hands in hers and turned to face him. His hands felt calloused but warm in her own, and she could feel her heart begin to race as he pulled her in, placing her hands on his chest. She could feel his heart beating beneath his OD's as he leaned down and kissed her. It was soft, more of a question than a kiss-- as if to ask if what he was doing was okay.
She answered his kiss with her own--more passionate than his-- that said, "I need you".
Nix grasped her hand and led towards the stairs without a word. He knew what she wanted, what she needed and he needed it just as bad. She felt as if she was floating up the staircase, the whiskey working quickly on her empty stomach.
He led her to the master bedroom at the end of the hall where an ornately carved four poster bed stood, looking absolutely luxurious with plush white pillows and a comforter she just knew was filled with the best goose feathers money could buy.
For a moment she forgot that Nix was standing next to her as she took in the sight. She couldn't recall the last time she had slept on a comfortable bed, nevermind one as fancy and luxurious as this one.
She pulled her hand from Nix's grasp and went to the bed, turning around and letting herself collapse onto it.
Nix watched as Y/N fell onto the bed with a heavenly sigh that made his cock twitch with desire.
He watched the tension leave her body as she laid there still as ever, only her chest rising and falling with her breath.
He walked over to her and stood in between where her legs hung limply off the side.
Y/N sat up on her elbows and looked at Nix, who looked drunk with desire as his eyes roamed over her body.
He took a step closer and placed his hands on her knees, holding them there for a moment before sliding them up her thighs, disappearing beneath the dingy white skirt of her uniform. He unclasped her stockings and rolled them down each leg slowly, taking his time with the task.
She watched him intently, her heart beating quicker at the sight of him, jaw slack with his eyes fixed on hers as he knelt before her.
He slid her skirt up and began placing gentle kisses on her inner thighs as his hands pulled down her panties. He spread her legs further and buried his face between her legs, placing a gentle kiss on her pussy.
She gasped and let herself drop back onto the bed, her eyes squeezing shut as Nix's tongue worked its way around her wet core, suckling at her clit and lapping at her folds in a desperate manner that made Y/N blush.
The pleasure she felt was intense and foreign, as if she had forgotten what sex felt like entirely. She felt breathless and hot all over, the pleasure pulsing through her whole body.
Y/N could feel herself getting closer to the edge with how Nix was circling her clit with his tongue.
"I'm so close..." she breathed out, her voice barely a whisper as she grasped a handful of Nix's hair.
Nix continued working her clit and slipped one finger, and then two into her. She arched her back and held his head even closer to her pussy which made Nix moan into her.
Y/N came with a cry of Nix's name on her lips.
He slowed his tongue and gently pumped his fingers in and out of her as she rode her orgasm out-- finally opening her eyes again and catching her breath.
He came to lay beside her while she came back to her senses, her breathing finally evening out. He watched her with a self-satisfied grin on his face, loving that he could make her feel this good.
Y/N could feel her body buzzing with the afterglow of her orgasm, and though she had felt tired for a moment, when she opened her eyes and saw Nix, his chin glistening with her wetness and the lopsided grin on his face, she felt a renewed sense of desire for him.
She reached up and stroked his face, feeling the roughness of his stubble under her fingertips,
"I want you..."
Nix leaned down and kissed Y/N, letting her taste the remnants of herself on his lips as he began to unbutton her shirt, quickly getting her out of it as well as her bra and skirt.
He stood up and made quick work of undressing as she watched him in the moonlight, her breath catching in her throat as he freed his painfully hard cock.
He was just as she imagined him to be-- average length but thick. She could see the precum seeping from the tip of his cock and she couldn't help but lick her lips.
Nix got back on bed and came to rest between her legs. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her thigh as he leaned down to kiss her.
After a moment he pulled back to look at Y/N, taking in the sight of her-- still flushed from her orgasm, her hair now loose and long, splayed out on the pillow. Her eyes were heavy-lidded and her lips slightly parted as she looked up at him, her hands on his shoulders.
In this moment he could hardly believe she was real-- he had been convincing himself that she had only been a figment of his imagination for so long, but now here she was-- hundreds of miles away from where they had first met. He wasn't a big believer in fate, but meeting Y/N here and now-- he didn't think it could be anything else.
"What?" she asked breathlessly.
Nix shook his head, "nothing... I just can't believe you're here."
Her heart swelled knowing she felt the same amazed disbelief. When she had heard him call out to her in the street, she could hardly believe that it was actually him. Nix leaned back into her, placing gentle kisses along her jaw and down her neck. He wanted to savor her taste, the feeling of her skin under his lips. Y/N trailed her hand down his body and grasped his cock, making Nix falter at the surprise of her touch. She rubbed the precum over the tip and guided it to her entrance.
"Please..." she whispered in his ear, her body desperate for him.
Nix didn't hesitate to oblige her. He entered her slowly-- just the tip at first-- at which she gasped and dug her nails into his shoulder.
Y/N whimpered quietly as felt her walls stretch to fit him as he bottomed out inside of her, the pain quickly turning to pleasure.
He began to fuck her slowly and deeply, taking his time and enjoying the feeling of her tight cunt around his cock.
"Fuck... you feel so good, Y/N.." Nix moaned into her neck, trying to pace himself-- he was sure he wouldn't last long.
She responded by wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her.
He could hardly help himself from fucking her faster then, hard quick thrusts that elicited deep moans from within her. She could feel herself getting closer to another orgasm, the pleasure overwhelming her."
Please, please make me cum..." she begged, her eyes screwed shut.
Her words were all it took to send him over the edge.
He groaned loudly as he came, the release so intense that he collapsed on top of her. Y/N wrapped her arms around him, both of them breathing heavily, deeply, riding out their orgasms together.
"I'm sorry, I'm probably crushing you--" Nix said after a moment, moving to roll off of her, but she pulled him back in.
"Don't...I like the feeling..." she whispered, running her hands through his hair.
Nix hesitated for a moment before resting his head again on her shoulder-- under other circumstances, he would have felt this was too intimate, too vulnerable for him to feel comfortable-- but he let himself be, because it felt good to let his guard down-- who knew if it would ever happen again.
Y/N continued stroking his hair as she watched the moon through the large bay window-- she didn't know what this meant, but for once she didn't mind not knowing-- the human connection she felt in this moment was enough. So they just laid there in their afterglow--only the sound of their breathing in the raw silence.
#band of brothers#band of brothers fanfic#lewis nixon#lewis nixon x reader#Lew Nixon#lewis nixon fanfic
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“There’s something about the idea of those guys, those 1940s men who weren’t really allowed to talk about their feelings or admit that they liked each other at all.” --Ron Livingston
#he looks so sad#pls someone help him#he cant be like this#oh lew#baby boy#winnix#lewis nixon#ron livingston
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"There are two things about Lewis Nixon that are inescapable”, says Ron Livingston, 33, who joins The Practice this fall. "He was unbelievably intelligent and he drank like a fish." Nixon, who died of complications from diabetes in 1995, came from an incredibly wealthy family (his father owned a successful industrial company) "The other men would get packages of cookies from home," says Nixon's widow, Grace. "[His mother] sent him fur lined slippers and cashmere underwear. He just threw it away.”
From TV Guide September 2001 issue
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in those heavy days in june, when love became an act of defiance
song - june by florence + the machine
special thanks to @xxluckystrike for getting me back into f+tm and to @panzershrike-pretz @ronald-speirs for giving me feedback/hearing my rambling brain thoughts as i made this!
#this song actually kills me for them#bonus lyrics include: “hold on to each other” and “im always down to hide with you”#fucking kills me#i love them your honor#winnix#otp: we'll go to chicago i'll take you there#(bonus chicago reference in the song lyrics!!)#dick winters#lewis nixon#so at first with this song i was thinking of doing it from lew's pov to dick but#that last image with the “i can see an angel” of dick looking up at nix came to me in a dream#and i knew i had to do it the other way#there's also something so precious and pure about the love and care and devotion dick has for nix okay#anyways it felt right and sparked joy#band of brothers#bofb#hbowar#em's edits
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my first lewis nixon drawing!
requested by my lovely friend @eugeneroehoe ! ❤️
i left this drawing uncropped cause i feel like it might make a fun desktop wallpaper!
#band of brothers#hbo war#lewis nixon#lew#ron livingston#easy company#band of brothers fanart#lara draws
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Dick, Pay attention, when Nix said get Ike on the phone he really mean it (～￣▽￣)～
#Lew's grandfather was MacArthur's friend#At the time of the news (1934) Eisenhower served as MacArthur's assistant#lewis nixon#band of brothers#obscure anecdotes
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i wrote 3 different winnix fics in december & january but i realized i NEVER posted them here. so behold, my series of winnix fics where i get further and further detached from canon, and where i also make lew a girldad for fun
1. darling, it’s grand, they just don’t understand
“Act upon what he finds within himself, and only himself,” said Dick, audibly pensive in a way he hadn’t been. “I quite like that.”
“Well, that’s the gist,” said Lew with a shrug. He wasn’t even in the top half of eloquent men. “Honestly, I really hated reading and analyzing Emerson’s essays. He found a way to talk and talk and talk about nothing at all, when he could’ve kept it perfectly concise.”
Like you, Lew almost said. The bullet got jammed. Still, he had a hunch that Dick could read his mind this one time.
Or: July, 1948. Blanche Nixon invites her brother, and his business partner slash lover, to… a baseball game?
6.5k words, fluffiest of the three; my weird band of brothers/a league of their own (2022) crossover fic??? whatever. blanche invites winnix to a baseball game to see her baseball player girlfriend-ish, all the way mae. stupid emily dickinson references because i’m lame and basic, sue me. gay jazz clubs :)
2. november 27th
“Kathy hates it when I call her Maggie, but I think it’s cute that she’s got a little nickname to grow out of.”
“Or maybe she’ll find someone who calls her Maggie,” replied Dick, totally without thinking. “And he’ll say it’s ‘cause it’s easier, sure. But more than anything he’ll like the way it sounds when he says it.”
When Nix looked at him, then, his eyes glittered. His lips were pursed like he needed to say something or he’d shrivel up and die.
There were many things Dick could conceptualize him saying. Luckily, they fell into two neat categories—the things Dick expected Nix to say, and the things Dick wanted him to.
Or: 1942, 1944, and 1946. A study on Lewis Nixon’s history with love, destructive vices, and fatherhood—as seen from the eyes of a wife and a lover.
8.2k words, perhaps the most densely packed with angst of the three. examines lew and his relationships with love and fatherhood, both alongside kathy and alongside dick. ann winters introduction <3 and classic new jersey angst
3. the likes of me abide
“Well, I feel compelled to be a little more brave now,” replied Dick, holding up his gaze like Atlas held the heavens. “I ought to give you an answer that’s more honest.”
But not fully. It was sort of bitingly ironic, the way Lew always put up Dick as the more honest of them. He didn’t find that to be true. Not when there still existed so many selfish desires in his mind, like the one that practically clawed and scratched like an animal just to fit somewhere into this part of Lew’s life. He might never put that desperation into words.
Or: Summertime, 1951. Lew gets back in touch with Kathy.
10.3k words, angsty but less intensely as last time. i go reallyyyyy ham with kathy’s character in this, so take that as a treat. i also actually make lew and kathy’s daughter into a character <3
#just in case people still check this tag#ship of theseus-ing winnix one fic at a time! call that the winnix of theseus#aka the saga of girldad lew🫶#<- he deserves it. take that statement however you want#band of brothers#winnix#lewis nixon#dick winters#<- i HATEEEEEE tagging their names sm😭😭😭😭#band of brothers fic#my writing
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wait so was nixon an irishman
#just read an exerpt from his boyfriends letters#he refers to three irishmen#which means lew coded as one in midcentury america#idk i never imagined him as that#maybe because harry is....so irish#and also nixon is richer than god#i mean yes the kennedys sure#but#lewis nixon#richard winters#band of brothers
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Nix When He's Sick Headcannons
Lewis Nixon x Wife!Reader
Masterlist
A/N: I'm really getting into headcannons now lol! this is about the fictional portrayal of easy company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!
When you're sick:
In mid-September when the weather in New Jersey does it's cold one day and then warm the next. Needless to say, you get sick pretty easily.
When you can't get out of bed because your head is killing you, he'd close the curtains, go get you your favorite tea, and bring some painkillers for you.
He'd call out of work with no hesitation (perks of being the owner's son) and spend the day taking care of you.
You ask for a cold compress? You got it.
When your fever and congestion start, he'll gently place a hand on your forehead to check your temperature before covering you blanket after blanket until you're warm.
Literally becomes a mother hen: "Are you warm enough?" "Need anything?" "Do you want me to..."
He makes sure you're drinking fluids... "Here, drink this," he mutters after helping you sit upright and holding a bottle of water to your lips. (could you do it yourself? of course, but you knew he wanted to take care of you, so you let him.)
Dotes on you for everything. (he couldn't care less about himself, but when you're sick, he goes into a caretaker mode that always warms your heart, no matter how bad you're feeling.)
When you're struggling to fall asleep because you feel like death, he'll whisper sweet nothings into your ear as you try to sleep. (he also runs his fingers through your hair like the angel he is)
He stays out of work for however long it takes for you to feel better again.
It's all he can do not to kiss you when you're sick:
"Can I have a kiss?" he asks.
"You'll get sick if you kiss me."
"That's okay," Lew shrugs. "I'll survive."
Then two days later...the sniffles start.
When he's sick:
I feel like Nix would act one of two ways: he'd either continue on like everything was fine (even if he's dying, leading you to drag him back to bed) or completely stay in bed wanting to be taken care of...there is no in-between.
Let's say he chose the first option:
The first thing you notice is his snores...Lew doesn't snore, so you know something's up right there. Then the next morning, when he gets up for work, you see his eyes have a sort of gloss over them (not from sleep either. even though he's a freaking deeeeeep sleeper)
You immediately ask him what's wrong, and he just brushes it off (cause he's a tough man, ya know? (affectionate eye roll)) He goes to work that day, and when he comes back, he's a hundred times worse.
He tries to go into his home office and work on some reports for the Nitration Works, but you don't hear the typewriter much over the sound of his coughs, sniffles, and sneezes.
You can't take it anymore and walk into his office to tell him to go to bed, but he's got his head in his hands, leaning on the tissue-covered desk with his elbows. You can see his red nose poking out and it tugs at your heart.
"Sweetheart, I know you're sick. Please come rest."
He sits up and you can see the exhaustion on his face. Going to say something, you cut him off...
"If I have to haul your sorry tail to bed just so you can get some rest, I will." (you knew he was going to come up with some excuse to keep working, so you shut it down before it could even start)
He's reluctant to stop working, but the second he gets comfortable and you've covered him with blankets, he falls straight asleep.
He doesn't wake up until much later, and you've already prepared his favorite soup and everything.
Seeing Lew so low breaks your heart, so you do everything in your power to help him feel better. You do, however, tease him about his bright red nose and kiss it when he starts to childishly pout (it's the cutest thing ever).
You don't want to leave him alone (because there's no telling what he'd do without you watching him), so you call Dick and ask if he can bring you some cough syrup for Lew.
He does, and the second you hold the spoon up to Nix's lips, he groans, his face grimacing.
"Stop whining and take the medicine, Lew." you laugh, helping him sit up.
"It's disgusting."
"I know, hon, but it'll make you feel better."
Loves being doted on, but will NEVER ADMIT IT.
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Epiphany Pt. 4: Evermore
Lewis Nixon x Reader
Masterlist
Series Masterlist
A/N: thanks for patiently waiting for this chapter!! it's filled with angst, so be prepared! also, i took a little bit of creative license and added a little something to the end of the chapter, so let's pretend that easy moved to some form of housing after Arnhem...haha.😅😅 this is about the fictional portrayal of easy company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!
Summary: As the operation in Holland crumbles, (y/n) and the rest of Easy are forced to retreat from Arnhem, and a stray bullet makes (y/n) reconsider her anger toward Nixon.
Word Count: 4.4k
Warnings: mentions of blood/injury, major angst
SEPTEMBER 1944, HOLLAND: OPERATION MARKET GARDEN
Operation Market Garden had begun with high hopes and lofty ambitions, but now, it was undeniable: it had crumpled into a resounding failure. From the moment Lieutenant Brewer was shot, a sense of impending doom had settled like a lead weight in (y/n)'s stomach.
If she was being honest with herself, she couldn’t get a good feeling about it after Eindhoven and what she'd seen there. The mission was already teetering on the brink of disaster, and now as Easy retreated through the war-torn streets of Arnhem, that gut-wrenching feeling had transformed into a harsh and unforgiving reality.
In the fray, (y/n) found herself separated from the rest of her squad when the Tigers opened fire. She took shelter behind a blown-out corner, her heart pounding in her chest as she pressed her face against the cool stone. Her eyes scanned the buildings before her for krauts, and when she deemed it safe, she signaled for two fellow soldiers to follow her lead.
Bullets zipped through the air dangerously close as they sprinted for their lives, crouching and weaving to evade the deadly rain of fire. (Y/n) pushed through some sheets on a clothesline, her focus on the path ahead, but then the man beside her fell with a heavy thud. Before she could even turn back to help him, a powerful force yanked her behind a nearby building.
“There ya are! We’s was worried about ya!”
A strong Philadelphian accent filled her ears, and she leaned against the brick wall, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She peered around the corner and closed her eyes with a sigh, seeing the frozen stare of the fallen soldier, along with the blood streaming from his forehead. Guarnere’s firm hand on her shoulder pulled her back behind cover.
“What’re ya thinkin’? Tryin’ to get yourself freakin’ killed?” he yelled, voice tinged with exasperation as he fired rounds around the corner. “We’ve gotta fall back! Luz!”
Luz? George was there?
(Y/n)’s head snapped to her right, and there he stood with a radio to his ear, frantically relaying critical information to CP.
“We have infantry everywhere!” he cried, covering his other ear with his hand. “Repeat, armor has cut the road! We are covered in infantry!”
Bill took cover behind the building and pushed (y/n) and Grant forward roughly. “Fall back! Fall back!”
George, however, remained against the wall as he continued to repeat his urgent message. ”It’s a hold down! We are falling back! Over!”
(Y/n) knew they couldn’t wait any longer, so before Bill could, she grabbed George’s arm, her voice urgent as she pulled him with her. “George! Let’s go!”
As they sprinted away from the building, a deafening explosion rocked the air, and a mortar struck the house behind them. Stone and metal fragments hurtled through the air around them. The sheer force of the blast sent (y/n) tumbling to the ground, her body crashing in a heap.
George was quick to react, grabbing (y/n) and pulling up as she scrambled to her feet. Their hearts raced in the aftermath of the explosion, and together they pressed forward, following other paratroopers out of the town. Bill and Chuck ran ahead of them, weaving in and out of the streets. The rest of them followed closely, their boots pounding against the uneven cobblestone roads. But their frantic sprint came to an abrupt halt when they stumbled upon Skip and Don forcefully kicking down the door to what appeared to be a chicken coup.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Bill shouted, alarmed by his friend’s actions.
The boys grabbed the door. “Help us!”
Following them into a ditch, (y/n)’s eyes widened seeing Buck bleeding on the ground.
“What happened?” She asked, kneeling beside him as the others hoisted him onto the door from the chicken coup.
Buck winced in pain but managed to speak. “It’s Easy Company tradition, (y/l/n). I just drew the-,” he winced again, his voice strained, “-short straw.”
She patted him gently on the shoulder as Skip, Don, and Bill began to drag the door behind them, struggling with Buck’s weight. He was a college football player, after all.
As they finally reached the waiting trucks, the exhaustion had taken its toll on the three. They were on the verge of collapse, their bodies pushed to the limits by the harrowing events of the day. Thankfully, a few paratroopers had already descended from the trucks and rushed to help. With a collective effort, they carefully loaded the injured lieutenant onto the transport. Lip appeared, ushering more troops toward the waiting trucks.
(Y/n), Bill, and Lip stood behind Bull. “One bullet, four holes,” Bill quipped with a wry grin, gesturing to Buck’s wounded butt with his thumb.
Carwood patted Buck’s boot with a relieved smile. “Yeah. It’s almost a miracle.”
The sergeants nodded at her before walking away. As she prepared to blimp onto the truck, a familiar voice calling her name brought her to a halt.
“(Y/n)!”
She turned to follow the voice back to its source, her expression hardening when she recognized Lewis Nixon. The memories of their encounter in Eindhoven flooded back, and her anger surged anew as he approached.
“What?” She spat, crossing her arms defensively.
Lew sighed, concern evident as he looked her over. “You alright? I heard it wa-”
“Why do you care?” She interrupted him sharply, her tone dripping with resentment.
He was taken aback by her coldness. “Because I care about you," he stated, his words slow and deliberate, though he knew that his feelings for her extended beyond mere friendship. "We're friends."
“Whatever, Nixon,” she muttered dismissively, climbing into the truck and plopping beside Malarkey with an exasperated huff.
Lew watched her for a moment, his jaw clenched, as he processed the rift that had grown between them.
So that’s how things were going to be.
With a shake of his head, he turned away and went searching for Dick, determined to find a way to mend the damaged bond between himself and (y/n).
Don observed Nixon walking away with a puzzled expression on his face. (Y/n)’s cold demeanor toward the intelligence officer was a stark contrast to the adoration Don had witnessed in the pub just a few days prior.
He nudged her gently, his curiosity getting the better of him. “What happened?” he inquired, voice filling with concern.
“With Nix?” She confirmed, and he nodded.
“Well,” she began, clearing her throat. “I was trying to stop one of the Dutch Resistance men from hurting a woman in Eindhoven, and he stopped me.”
Don raised an eyebrow. “And that’s all?” He pressed, sensing there was more to the story.
She bit her cheek, her eyes avoiding his. “Yep. That’s it.”
The sergeant didn’t quite buy her explanation, but he also didn’t want to push her too hard, “Alright,” he conceded. “Have you thought about it from his perspective?”
(Y/n) scoffed bitterly. “What other perspective, Malark? What do-”
He held up a hand, interrupting her. “The one of the guy who didn’t want to see you get hurt.”
Her expression shifted as his words sank in. She hadn’t considered that angle. In the moment, she had already been angry at him for what he did with the Dutch girl and allowed that rage to fuel her actions.
“Yeah, you’re right,” she admitted, her tone softer. “The guy was getting pretty aggressive with me.”
Don nodded, starting to understand the complexities of the situation. “See, he cares about you, (y/n/n). We all see it. And we know you care about him, too.”
Her eyes widened in surprise at his words. “Don, please don-”
But he cut her off gently, a reassuring smile on his face. “Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me and the boys.”
A relieved sigh escaped her lips, and she offered him a grateful smile. “Thank you.”
As they drove away to safety, (y/n) shifted her gaze downward and noticed a bloodstain against her already dirty hands. Her heart raced as she peered down at her boots, where a few crimson droplets clung to the dark leather. Confusion and concern gnawed at her, and her eyes drifted over to Buck, whose pants were completely soaked with the red substance. (Y/n) couldn’t shake the unease that washed over her.
She was fine. Right? She must have brushed against Buck.
(Y/n) wiped her bloody palms on her pants with a grimace. On top of dirt, sweat, and grime, she now had streaks of blood marring her uniform.
“Buck, next time you get shot, try not to bleed so much, alright? It got all over my boots,” she quipped, her tone lighthearted despite the weariness that weighed her down. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the truck’s canopy, finding a moment of respite.
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll try,” Buck replied, his voice tinged with pain.
Exhausted and overwhelmed by the events of the day, she allowed the rumbling of the truck’s engine to lull her into a fitful sleep.
A gentle hand on (y/n)’s shoulder roused her from her much-needed rest. Her eyes fluttered open in the darkness and she tried to focus, but a sharp pang of pain surged through her head. With a soft groan, she brought a hand up to her temples, massaging them in an attempt to alleviate the discomfort.
As she continued to rub them, she realized that she was feeling much more than just a headache. The world around her seemed to spin slightly, and a wave of dizziness washed over her.
With a deep breath, she pushed through the dizziness and sat up, steadying herself against the side of the truck. Don’s hand shot out to steady her.
“You okay?” He asked, his voice filled with concern.
(Y/n) nodded slowly, worried any sudden movements would tip her over. “Yeah. Just got up too fast.”
Don gave a reassuring nod. “Alright,” he replied before letting go and exiting the truck.
The other men were already getting out of the vehicle, and (y/n) knew she couldn’t stay any longer. Despite the lingering disorientation and the discomfort of her headache, she summoned her strength and climbed out of the transport, her legs feeling a bit wobbly as she joined her fellow paratroopers on the ground. The world around her gradually steadied, and she then focused on finding George in the dark landscape.
As (y/n) wandered from group to group, looking for the radioman, her attention was suddenly diverted by a hushed conversation nearby. She overheard the whispered words that made her heart stop.
“I heard Captain Nixon got hit today.”
Her breath caught in her throat, and before she could think, her voice escaped her lips involuntarily. “What?”
The men in the group turned toward her, recognizing the (y/h/c) immediately. It was More, Smokey, and Shifty who shared the information.
“Yeah, while we were retreating. Took one to the helmet,” Smokey replied.
Tears welled up in her eyes as worry and dread washed over her. “I-is he alive?”
Shift sensed her destress, rolling his eyes at Smokey. “Come on, Smoke. Stop torturing her.”
The man couldn’t help but grin. “Alright,” he conceded. “He’s okay, it was a stray that just grazed him.”
A deep sigh of relief escaped her, and the dizziness she had felt earlier hit her again. The overwhelming emotion of the moment left her feeling weak, but the important thing was that Lew was alive.
“He’s okay. He’s alive,” she repeated to herself, the words providing a soothing balm to her anxiety. She had to see him, had to make things right.
Turning to Shifty, she asked with urgency, not even looking at the others. “You seen him?”
The Virginian nodded in response. “He was up on top of the dike with Winters earlier.”
(Y/n) thanked the man and quickly made her way in the direction of the dike. However, with each step she took, it felt like the next one became harder and heavier. The adrenaline that had carried her this far was starting to wear off, and the physical toll of the failed mission was catching up to her.
By the time she made it up the steep hill to the top of the dike, she was panting heavily, chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. The world around her swam in a haze, and she clung to the rough surface of the dike, using it to support her trembling body as she tried to regain her composure.
Although she felt like falling over, she knew she had to find Nix, and nothing was going to stop her from making things right between them. With every ounce of willpower she could muster, she steadied herself and pressed forward.
A few minutes later, (y/n) finally found Lew leaning against the side of a jeep, his gaze fixed on the distant town of Eindhoven, which was illuminated by the fiery hues of its ongoing bombardment. The night sky blazed with shades of bright orange and red, casein an eerie and unsettling glow over the landscape.
A quiet knock broke the solemn silence from behind Lew. He turned to see (y/n) leaning against the driver’s side door, concern etched across her weary face.
“Hey,” she began softly. “Are you okay?”
Lew raised a hand to his sore temple, his gaze lingering on her battered form. “Yeah,” he replied in a hushed tone, his eyes silently tracing the evidence of the battle. “Just a minor concussion.”
(Y/n) slid away from the doorframe, her steps sluggish as she made her way over and sat up on the hood, with much difficulty. The dim light cast delicate shadows across her face, revealing her ashen complexion, the dried mud and blood staining her ODs, and the thin layer of sweat glistening on her forehead. She looked much worse than when he saw her a few hours earlier.
Lew’s brow creased with growing concern. “Are you alright? You’re not looking too good, (y/n/n).”
Her response was laced with a touch of sarcasm. “Why, thank you,” she retorted, rolling her eyes. “You sure know how to flatter women, Nixon. Did you use that charm on the Dutch girl in Eindhoven?”
The air between them grew heavy, filled with unspoken emotions, and Lew found himself captivated by (y/n)’s tired, yet expressive eyes. He couldn’t quite decipher whether her gaze held anger or sadness, but he still felt a pang of guilt.
He hung his head, his voice filled with remorse. “I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?” She scoffed bitterly. “I can’t tell you who or who not to kiss.”
Lew sighed heavily, pushing away from his hood. “I know that. But I am sorry,” he murmured, voice dropping to a rasp. “I’m sorry about those women, too. You know I cou-”
“Couldn’t do anything. Yeah, I know that now,” she interrupted, her voice heavy with regret.
She lazily ran a hand across her forehead, her eyelids drooping as if weighed down by invisible burdens. Nausea slithered its way up her throat, and she could taste the sour bitterness at the back of her tongue. It wasn’t even that hot, yet the oppressive air clung to her like a second skin. (Y/n) struggled back to the ground, the world swaying slightly around her.
“It’s like an oven out here,” she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.
He glanced at her, concern etched across his face. “Are you sure you’re okay?” His instincts pricked with worry.
“I’m just tired,” she whispered.
Her eyelids drooped further, fatigue tugging at her like an anchor. Slowly, she began to peel off her OD jacket, as if shedding a heavy burden. Nix approached her, his touch gentle as he grasped her elbow.
“How about I take you to Doc and get you checked out, all right?” He suggested, voice laced with concern.
“No, I’m fine,” she insisted, shaking her head and shrugging off his concern, determined to downplay her discomfort. Her jacket dropped to the dirt, revealing the sweat-soaked undershirt clinging to her skin. “I’m okay, Lew.”
Nix’s worry deepened with every passing moment. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong. “Please,” he pleaded softly, his hand gently guiding her toward other men, resting on her hip. She finally relented and began walking beside him, though her steps seemed unsteady.
As they reached the path down the dike, Lew reluctantly removed his hand. But his relief was short-lived when he saw his hand, now stained dark red.
They both stared at the shocking sight, a heavy silence hanging between them. Time seemed to stand still until the realization crashed over them like a tidal wave. A searing pain erupted in her side, a fiery agony that threatened to consume her. (Y/n)’s vision blurred, and the landscape spun as the pain coursed through her, her breathing quickening in frantic desperation.
(Y/n)’s knees gave out, and she crumpled to the ground, her body limp in Nix’s arms.
“Medic!!” Lew’s voice trembled with raw emotion as he shouted for help. “Medic!”
He carefully lowered them gently to the ground and laid her on her back. As he lifted her blood-soaked shirt, his heart sank at the sight that met his eyes. Even in the dark, he could see the pool of blood oozing from a gunshot wound just above her hip.
She’d been shot, and the pain had finally caught up with her.
Lew wasted no time and pressed his hands firmly against the wound, wincing as she cried out in agony. “Medic!! Someone get a medic!!”
In a frantic blur, Dick came running from the distance, his eyes widening at the harrowing scene before him. “What happened?”
“She was shot! Go get Doc!” Nix barked, urgency coursing through his veins.
Dick vanished as quickly as he had appeared, leaving Lew to look down at (y/n)’s pain-stricken face, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“You’re gonna be okay, you hear me?” Nix’s voice quivered, but he fought to keep it steady. “You’re gonna be fine, sweetheart.”
Roe skidded next to her and shoved Lew aside as he began to assess and treat (y/n). Her trembling hand shot out, desperately grabbing onto Nix’s.
“Lew,” she croaked through her tears, her voice filled with fear. “I’m scared.”
He cupped her cheek gently, his touch tender. “I know,” he whispered, his eyes locked on hers. “I’m here.”
Gene grunted, swiftly tearing open a packet of sulfa, his experienced hands moving with precision. “Keep her awake, sir. She’s lost a lot of blood,” he instructed, urgency lacing his words.
With a determined nod, Lew turned his full attention back to (y/n), his heart heavy with worry. Gene’s voice faded into the background as he yelled instructions to the men around him, but Lew scarcely registered any of it. His world had narrowed to (y/n), and the only thing that mattered was ensuring her (y/e/c) eyes remained open and aware at all times.
The weight of responsibility pressed down on him, but he couldn’t afford to falter. He whispered soothing words to her, his voice a lifeline amid chaos, doing everything in his power to keep her conscious, hoping that she would pull through.
As Gene worked to stabilize her, Lew’s heartache and fear threatened to overwhelm him. He refused to entertain the idea of losing her, and couldn’t bear to contemplate a world without her in it. To him, life would lose all its meaning, its vibrancy, if she slipped away. The thought of her absence cast a shadow over his soul that he couldn’t bear to confront.
(Y/n)’s pain-ridden expression gradually softened, and a sense of relief washed over her as a syrette of morphine was swiftly plunged into her shoulder. The drug’s effects began to take hold, easing the searing agony that gripped her, and she slipped into a welcomed state of relaxation.
“Let’s go!” Gene announced, his voice firm after tying (y/n)’s bandage tightly around her waist. “We’ve gotta get her to the aid station.”
With practiced teamwork, they carefully rolled her onto a stretcher, cradling her injured form, and swiftly moved her to a waiting jeep, its engine humming. Throughout the process, Lew never let go of her hand.
As the effects of the morphine started to blur her senses, (y/n)’s voice took on a hazy and panicked tone. Her words spilled out in a rush, filled with desperation. “I’m sorry about earlier. I was being immature and-”
Before she could finish her sentence, a gentle hand reached out to cup her cheek. “No,” he said earnestly, his voice filled with regret. “It doesn’t matter now. If anyone should be sorry, it’s me, sweetheart, and I am.”
Her (y/e/c) eyes met his, and she whispered, “It doesn’t matter. Just tell me you’ll miss me.”
Nix nodded, tears glistening in his eyes. “I’ll miss you every day.”
Her playful spirit shone through even in such dire circumstances. “Don’t let Dick drive you nuts. That’s my job.”
Dick, appearing at Lew’s side, spoke softly. “They’ve got to go, Nix,” he said, patting his friend’s shoulder with understanding.
Lew leaned over and tenderly brushed a strand of hair from (y/n)’s forehead and planted a soft kiss there. “I’ll see you when you get back, alright?”
She managed a serene smile and squeezed his hand one last time as he reluctantly released his grip and stepped back.
“Get better,” Dick said, his tone brotherly, as he affectionately patted her cheek.
“Yes, sir,” she smirked lazily. “Take care of him. You know how he can get.”
Dick chuckled, nodding in agreement. “Yes, I do.”
With a rumble of the engine, Eugene hopped into the jeep beside (y/n), taking a moment to make sure she was as comfortable as possible. He called out to the driver, his voice filled with determination.
“We’re good!”
Lew stared blankly at the disappearing jeep, its wheels kicking up dust as it carried (y/n) away to the aid station. His heart felt heavy, his thoughts a tangled mess as he watched her vanish from his sight. He couldn’t tear his gaze away and his eyes locked on the trail of dust.
3 DAYS LATER
Once Easy was finally moved into a nearby town, Lew numbly settled into his shared room with Dick. He looked down at his ODs, which were still covered with her blood, along with his blood-stained hands, a grim reminder of what had just transpired.
He marched over to Dick’s footlocker and slung it open with a bang, then began rummaging through it in search of his precious VAT-69. His trembling hands found a bottle, and he wasted no time in grabbing a glass and pouring a shot of whiskey. The fiery burn that followed was a sharp contrast to the numbness that enveloped him.
“Nix,” Dick sighed softly, concern etching lines onto his face. “Now that we’ve got supplies, let’s get you cleaned up, all right?”
Lew raised his glass, took a sip, and then stared out the window. “I’m good,” he replied, shaking his head with a hollow, bitter smile. “I’m perfectly fine.”
“She wouldn’t want you to start drinking,” Dick urged gently, trying to reason with his friend.
Nix’s voice grew thick with emotion as he spoke, his guilt and anguish laid bare. “Well, she’s not here anymore, is she? And what if she doesn’t make it? What if I spent my last few days with her in a fight?” The weight of his self-blame hung heavily in the air, his eyes unfocused.
“Have you told her?” Dick asked, his tone filled with sympathy as he saw the torment in his friend’s eyes.
Lew took another sip of whiskey, his gaze distant. “Of course not.”
“Dick,” Nix began, his voice cracking with emotion as he turned to face his friend. “What if I never get to?”
Dick’s expression softened, and he laid a reassuring hand on Lew’s shoulder. “You will. Doc came back last night. He said she’ll be okay, just off the line for a couple of weeks.”
Relief washed over him, and he let out a quiet, heartfelt sigh. “Thank God,” he whispered, setting down his glass and running his trembling hands down his face.
“Dick, I-”
“I know,” he said softly. “She’ll be back before you know it. Until then, you should write to her, keeping her updated with the company.”
Lew nodded, his heart heavy but thankful she would be okay. “Yeah.”
“I’ll go get you some new ODs,” Dick offered, his voice filled with concern as he left the room quietly, giving the man a moment of solitude.
Nix, feeling the weight of the day’s events bearing down on him, walked into the bathroom and leaned heavily over the sink. His hands gripped the cold porcelain as he stared at his reflection in the dimly lit room. He looked terrible. His face was smeared with blood and dirt, and his eyes appeared hollow, haunted by what had happened.
His mind kept replaying the tape of that fateful moment, but all it did was pause at the very moment he thought all was lost. The fear in her eyes, etched into his memory like a scar, refused to fade.
Tears welled up in his brown eyes, blurring his reflection as he tried to shake off the haunting images. Lew shook his head, his hands trembling as he turned on the faucet and began to wash away the stains of war. The clear water slowly turned pink as it dripped off his stained hands, and he scrubbed relentlessly, desperately trying to wash away not just the physical traces of blood but also the guilt and helplessness that clung to him.
As he continued to scrub his hands, the room remained silent, save for the sound of water running down the drain. Each drop that fell was a reminder of the mark this day had left on him
Finally, he turned off the faucet and dried his hands, his reflection now free of the gruesome stains. Nix took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom, ready to put pen to paper and write her the first of many letters.
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Under False Pretenses Rewrite 2| Band of Brothers AU
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part one
Two
Olivia blinked her eyes open and looked around the bedroom, the bitter resentment of her reality came crashing down around her again. She had been abandoned by the man that she thought loved her and was going to be her husband and the father of her child. And she was going to be
stuck fulfilling a stupid promise that her great-grandfather made with Lewis's great-grandfather. For as long as she could remember she was with Lewis, or with his family, even her college education was done at the same schools as him.
Whatever this business arrangement was, it was controlling her whole life, she was the only one that James had left to fulfill the promise. His daughters, Olivia's aunts, refused saying the whole arranged marriage thing was outdated and cruel. And Olivia agreed wholeheartedly. But in a way, she was happy that it was Lewis she had to marry, they did love each other deeply, not on the same level as her love for Joe but still it was there and then there was Dick. he loved them both and was ready for the long haul.
As if he could read her mind Dick squeezed the hip he was still holding, "Good morning. Happy birthday.' his voice was still thick with sleep. " Thank you." She returned softly, "Sorry about last night." Dick pressed his lips against her forehead and pulled her closer to him, "You have nothing to be sorry about love. This is what I am here for." He wouldn't admit that he had laid awake after Lewis dropped off to sleep wanting to escape back home but couldn't leave them both.
Olivia was already falling apart about Joe leaving, his flight would bring as much damage. And then there was Lewis, he wasn't ready for all of this. He asked Olivia to marry him because it was what was promised between the Nixon and Stewart family and it was almost expected at this point that they would get married but the two were happy where they were with.
Lewis with him and her with Joe.
It all just made sense.
Lewis shuffled closer to her, his lips finding the back of her neck and his fingers tracing a pattern on her bare skin. "Morning.' He mumbled kissing his way up the side of her neck to her jaw, "Happy birthday." Turning her head Olivia let him kiss her lips several times. He knew the best way to distract her from the feelings and their reality was all physical touch. Dick sensing that he wasn't going to be needed went to slide out of the bed but was stopped by Olivia's hand grasping his and pulling him back towards them her legs tangling with his pulling him flush against her. "Stay please."
This was the first time that all three of them were together like this. Previously had just been watching or stealing glances and touches. “Liv.” He started, his breath hitching in his throat when her lips found his throat, pressing soft kisses and nips against it. Lewis’ hand grabbed his and squeezed letting him know it was okay, that they all needed this.
**
Bobby Stewart sighed heavily as he let himself back into the condo early the next morning, he hated that he was going to be the one who had to tell his twin that Joe was gone, and they were having a hard time tracking him down.
Even Hoobs and Alton, the two guys who found a rare bottle of whiskey for Olivia to give Lewis' for his birthday were having a hard time locating him. His phone was shut off, and the credit cards that he normally used hadn't been used since. The last time it had been used was when he went to a vintage jewelry store and purchased a ring. A ring that they had found sitting on the kitchen counter with a card with his sister's name scrawled on the front in Joe's chicken starch.
"Livvy!" He called, sitting the packages he had brought down on the table that lined the front hallway, "Come on sis! Papa is waiting for us."
"She is coming." Dick's voice floated down the stairs as he came down them fastening the cufflinks Olivia insisted he wore to impress her grandfather and uncles. If he was going to be a part of their family, they had to prove to them that Dick was worthy of joining their family to be associated with the granddaughter of Robert Stewart Sr.
"Is she okay?" He asked leaning against the doorframe.
The tall redheaded man swallowed the lump that was in his throat, he didn't want to give anything away. "No, but can you blame her? She was with Joe for years. And he was her one true love." Bobby froze as he took the smoke out of the pack.
"Don't get me wrong she loves Lewis but it's not that maddening I have to be with you every second of the day or I am going to go crazy type of love." "I thought it was the same for Joe. But." The older twin cleared his throat and flashed the card at him, "This is saying otherwise."
"You snooped into your sister's mail?" Dick was floored, he knew the twins were close but not that close. The only time that Bobby had been furious with his sister was when he found out that Olivia was sleeping with Joe. And had flirted with Floyd and Chuck, his friends. He didn’t mind her being a flirt but when it was his friends that's when he started to draw a line.
“I don't know if this is going to help her or upset her even more.”
Sighing, Dick reached out for the card and box that the older Stewart twin produced from his pocket, he knew that if they kept it from her and she found out, she would flip like she had when she found out that Bobby had tried to seduce Alice, one of Olivia's childhood best friends who was dating Bull Randleman, who when he found out about it first, took matters into his own hands and went after him. And then when Olivia found out about it went off the handle, cursing and throwing things at him. If it hadn’t been for Joe and Floyd pulling her away, she would have launched herself at him. She had been a firm believer in Alice and Bull being together and still was even after all the crap that they had been through together.
Before he could look at it, Olivia and Lewis appeared at the top of the stairs looking like a couple out of one of the magazines that Mrs. Stewart insisted that Olivia got every month. “Bobby, have you heard anything?” “No.” He returned, ‘The apartment was empty of all his belongings, he left this though.’ Dick held out the items to her causing her to retreat up a few steps behind Lewis, like the items were going to burn if she touched them. “I don’t want to open them. I don’t want it confirmed that he is really and truly gone.” Lewis turned to look at her, his hand catching hers again, squeezing it. “Read it, babe, it will help you.” Her suddenly teary eyes searched Lewis’ dark eyes for several long moments before she nodded her head causing Dick to step forward and hand the items over to her.
Growing more uncomfortable about what was going to happen, Bobby turned so his back was facing them, he couldn’t bear to see the heartbreak and pain that she was going to go through. He couldn’t handle it.
**
Finally shaking off some of the guilt, Joe turned his phone on and frowned seeing the number of missed calls, voicemails, and text messages he had. Not only from Olivia but from her twin, Floyd Talbert, Chuck Grant, Mary Corleone, Alice and Bull Randleman, and Johnny Martin. The last one surprised him, normally Johnny stayed out of the petty drama was calling him on his bs. “I don’t know what the fuck you are thinking Joe, but leaving your pregnant girlfriend for whatever stupid fucking reason is bullshit.” The phone slipped out of his hands and clattered to the ground, his Olivia was pregnant? With his baby? No, that was probably just an excuse they made up to have him come back. Not even this would make him come home and back to Olivia and their baby. Their lives weren’t worth it.
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LOVEBOUND
1929
Lovebound (formerly known as See Saw) is a play by Thomas F. Fallon. It was originally produced by Lew Cantor and staged by Victor Morley starring Helen MacKellar.
Don, who has been ejected from his home by his capitalist father, gets into a row in the New York City night club In which Kit performs. He Is much the worse for wear as a result of alcoholic beverages and Kit brings him home in this befuddled state to her shabby little apartment. Don becomes a regular boarder In Kit’s flat and he is supported by the girl, who has fallen hopelessly in love with him. A worthless idler, Don soon proves himself a rotter of the deepest dye. Kit buys him food and clothing and keeps him supplied with money, which he spends in other directions.
Rehearsals began at the end of April 1929.
“I think it will prove to be the most thrilling engagement I have ever had.” ~ HELEN MACKELLAR
“Helen MacKellar, star of ‘Lovebound’ which is coming to the Majestic next week, insists on music at rehearsals. Despite stories in some of the papers that Lew Cantor, her manager, engaged a pianist during the pre-premiere periods, the fact is that Miss MacKellar was the one who demanded music. It is whispered that the music was needed to quiet Miss MacKellar's nerves, because Victor Morley, who staged ‘Lovebound’ allows no time cut for rest periods. In other words, he calls his company at a given hour and calls it a day six hours later.” ~ BROOKLYN DAILY EAGLE
The play premiered at Brooklyn’s Majestic Theatre on May 13, 1929.
“’Lovebound’ was a very mess of cheapness.” ~ ARTHUR POLLACK
Lovebound opened in Atlantic City at Nixon’s Apollo Theatre on May 20, 1929.
“For the most part, it is a grim and tragic picture of a sordid segment of life in the city.” ~ J.J. FARRELL, ATLANTIC CITY PRESS
After Brooklyn and Atlantic City, due to the less-than-enthusiastic reviews, Cantor decided to concentrate on other plays, and return to Lovebound in the fall. But that never happened. Lovebound died on the Boardwalk in Atlantic City.
The stock market crash plunged the nation into the Great Depression in October 1929. There was no money to risk on plays that were not sure to make a profit.
Lew Cantor, whose play Courage was still on Broadway while Lovebound was trying out, did bring a new play to Broadway in the fall: Soldiers and Women, which played two months at the Ritz.
Helen MacKellar, who had waited two years in search of her role in Lovebound, finally returned to Broadway in August 1930 in Through The Night. It lasted just a week.
Thomas F. Fallon, a veteran of nine Broadway shows, he died in June 1930 and never again saw his name on a Broadway marquee.
The 1932 ‘B’ film Love Bound (two words) is not related to the play. Coincidentally, the film features footage of the ocean liner Majestic, which is also the name of the theatre where Lovestruck the play premiered!
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Lew? Wake up.
That's fantastic, Lew, good for you.
Lew?
My friend, Lew, died in 1995.
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band of brothers: types of kisses hc
(a/n: sorry this is so long… i tried to include a lot of easy company... but if your fav isn't here, please just send an ask and i'll add them!)
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[dick winters]
cautious kisses
dick does not like pda only because he's extremely private and wants your relationship to be for the two of you only... no matter how nosy nix is
but there still are occasional kisses to your cheek when he’s more relaxed in front of other officers
he's tender and careful too; dick is always cupping your face, a thumb brushing across your cheek or brushing hair away from your face
dick is always very gentle and a little unsure at times
especially at the beginning of your relationship, he feels incredibly inexperienced, or at the very least, out of practice
he’s very okay with you taking the lead when kissing because he doesn't want to do anything wrong
dick is tentative and private but very into it... it's a good thing he has an insane amount self discipline because otherwise he would be kissing you 24/7
[lewis nixon]
speaking of self discipline… lew does have it but he also chooses to ignore it most of the time, if he wants to kiss you then he's going to kiss you
so many morning kisses
honestly just anytime in bed because lew plays fast and loose with 'morning' and sleep cycles
absolutely never wants to get up, has to be coaxed with a lot of kisses and cuddling, it is a huge ordeal
he always kisses with some degree of mess, a little uncontrolled, perhaps a little desperate
a lot of sudden kisses too like you think you're safe and then boom he’s all of the sudden in the room, pulling you towards him
will take advantage of any opportunity no matter how small... does he have any shame? (no, not really)
lew does shockingly get a little shy sometimes about pda though
“i don’t want to rub it in their faces…" he'll insist, "y'know... what they don’t have”
sureeee... the blush on his cheeks says otherwise though
[carwood lipton]
carwood's speciality is definitely comforting kisses
lip is always paying attention to you and what you need and how you feel and that extends to physical affection
always wants you to feel okay, better than okay, great
and if a kiss can make you feel better then he’s more than willing to oblige
affection between the two of you is every casual and common, always kissing, holding hands, some sort of physical touch
constantly smiling in between kisses
he’s just that happy and loves you so much
but the comforting kisses & affection goes both ways
kissing the stress and worry away from his face and tracing his scar with your thumb before kissing it gently, your noses almost touching after you pull away to catch your breath, the two of you wearing twin smiles
and whenever you say goodbye or reunite, you both try not to make a scene, but it's always a little bit of a scene tbh... like having to be without carwood's kisses for a week is basically criminal
all the other men think it's extremely cute though, don't worry
[ron speirs]
stolen kisses (haha)
even his kisses are stolen!
he will always come out of nowhere and will always find time for a smooch
every time you think surely ron isn't in this area, he's supposed to be somewhere else, he's not in this building... you are proven wrong
is incredibly good at carving out time to see you... and finding private places for the two of you
like he's definitely scoped a few places out before he goes to find you
one time you were in his office kissing and someone knocked on the door and he huffs and pouts because he has to break away from you, even if it's only for a second- he's not happy about it
ron barks out, “not now," before returning to you will a warm, soft smile
heavy on kisses instead of words
ron is very physical...whenever you finally pull away from a kiss... you can always see things/emotions in his eyes that you know he's not ready to say yet and finds difficult to articulate
[don malarkey]
soooo many shy kisses
okay yes, don is kind of unhinged (stealing a motorcycle, drinking methanol, etc) but not with relationships... like flirting?? kissing??
he's still incredibly enthusiastic about your relationship... very much so
but he gets really shy around you, especially with kissing
turns beet red so easily, like you love kissing him and pulling away to see him blushing all the way up to the tips of his ears <3
it's just so fun and he's having a great time... and don cannot hide his emotions or what he’s thinking so whatever he's thinking always comes out when you're kissing
"god, you're beautiful. you should bring this dress to paris when we go next weekend. oh- y'know what, skip still owes me that $40 i lent him. i really need that for next week's pass so-"
"don," you interrupt gently, brushing a hand across his jaw
he'll blush and smile sheepishly, "right, i'm shutting up, back to kissing..."
he's shy yet so excited and wants to do everything right, willing to learn and wants to learn, and just wants his inner emotions and love for you translate with physical affection
and it definitely does! don is extremely endearing and you love him for it
[joe toye]
joe's kisses are always very intense
his eye contact, his touch, his raspy voice… everything is intense in the best way possible
his hands already feel like fire, so warm against your own skin
he loves just laying next to you in bed, just observing you and taking it all in
his passion definitely goes along with the intensity
he's also extremely private about affection with you, just because it means so much to him
tends to get vulnerable and emotional very easily
and really likes pillow talk and just listening to your voice, your stories, and your perspective
he likes your reassurance too, your love, he's never felt anything like this before
so whenever he can manage to have free time alone with you, he's always savoring it
joe could kiss you for hours, he truly loves taking it all in, going slow, and savoring the time you have together
[george luz]
late night kisses are a staple for the two of you
george gets so excited being with you he doesn't want to sleep
the biggest sleepover vibes
like you both very seriously decide to go to bed but then george says something funny or does his dike impression and then you both start laughing and talking again
and kissing again, sometimes the impressions are so good you have to reward him
you guys have a lot of late nights because of this
also do kisses for warmth and sharing body heat count?
huddling in a foxhole together, in the thick of it together, like yes they don't have much food, supplies, or ammo but george is not going to let them take kisses away from him too
oh my god, laughing in between kisses
sometimes he really can’t take himself that seriously
george is like don and gets very excited
he just feels so lucky to have you and has to kiss you accordingly
kissing you and just being with you can make him a little emotional… a happy little high
cigarettes have nothing on you and your kisses!
[babe heffron]
babe is kind of like a baby deer, he's a little clumsy and sometimes unsure but he's definitely got the spirit
he is confident but he does tend to second guess himself when it comes to you, he just doesn't want to mess anything up.
like what if he uses too much tongue or he headbutts you on accident... he's just overthinking it
and sometimes you just have to grab his arm and pull him toward you and kiss him yourself
when you're alone, babe lovesss laying on your chest letting you run your fingers through his hair and kissing his forehead... but don't tell anyone
jk he doesn't care if anyone knows (and they absolutely do know)
and the guys can't even tease him that hard about it, that's much everyone loves babe... they're just happy for him tbh
babe definitely gets a little needy sometimes like where’s his daily kiss allotment :(
and he can get clingy... will 100% wrap his arms around, you pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder just because he hasn't seen you that much today
[eugene roe]
tired kisses are a doc roe staple
poor eugene, he's exhausted and jaded... a lot of the time… and the rest of the company gives the two of you space as often as they can because they know how much your presence helps him
tired kisses as in he is putting in effort but his lips don't move as fast or as needy
he's more languid and calm, and it's very enticing
forehead kisses too omg
he lovesss when you kiss his forehead; pull him against your body, your chest, your arms and he feels safe and secure
he likes kissing the top of your head too, his nose in the crown of your hair while murmuring something in french
you catch various words in french that after spending so much time with gene you can understand now
like mon ange, mon amour, ma moitié (my better half? sobbing)
your presence is so grounding for him and makes him feel more normal, like he's not constantly surrounded by death and pain
you make him feel like he doesn't have to be constantly on edge, like he can take his helmet off and not be on alert, like he hasn't totally lost himself in his job... your kisses are so grounding for him
[buck compton]
a lot of reassuring kisses
like sometimes he just has to kiss the worry off of your face
and vice versa, towards the end of the war it's not even just kisses but your presence and touch alone become extremely reassuring for him
but also... buck can be so cocky sometimes, he loves showing you off
you secretly (not so secretly) love it... like sorry it's hot
like once when the two of you were at a pub in england... he's gambling, he's drinking, he's smoking, and ofc he's kissing you!
what else is he supposed to do when he wins at darts or cards... come on
the guys hype him up and just hide their jealousy because you and buck very often seem like relationship goals
he's always touching you, like usually has a firm grip around your waist
always laughing together, everything you do together automatically seems so intimate
like in a room with the other guys... they do feel like they're intruding
just because you and buck are in the corner laughing and talking together, the love and intimacy feels like it takes over the entire room
it's just so passionate and obvious he's head over heels and that definitely comes across in his kisses
[joe liebgott]
joe's kisses strike me as tender but demanding and needy at the same time
he's a taker.... but also a giver so it evens out
some very, very eager kisses
like pushing you up against a wall, hand sliding up your thigh and mouth working down your neck...
joe is a great multitasker!
accidentally bites your lip once, it wasn't that hard or anything but he went bright red and was apologizing profusely, but also was like, "did you like it though..."
(you did but...)
bottom line is joe's just a tiny bit feral around you at all times honestly
you never know when he’s going to pull you into his lap and kiss you and you both loveeee when you sit on his lap
the men are very used to it by now
he also likes living on the edge, like who cares if the patrol's supposed to be back any minute now and could walk in at any time?
messy kisses like his mouth is just everywhere basically, he wastes absolutely no time
he is so noisy: whines, groans, moans, laughs, you get everything with joe
also loves when you tug and pull on his hair while kissing, he specifically requests it
but joe can also get incredibly soft and sweet and tender but that's strictly for your eyes only... he has a reputation to uphold ofc
he totally blows you kisses whenever one of you leaves the room... it starts ironically but now he really does enjoy doing it
[david webster]
oh david is just so romantic
like definitely over the top romantic... it's so serious to him
he's read enough (a lot) romance novels and craves that book and movie worthy relationship and love
his life IS a victorian romance novel and he will act accordingly
everyone else thinks it's incredibly cheesy but you think it’s really cute
it means so much passion whenever he's talking about you, talking to you, kissing you, etc
he's always trying to think of the right words to say and you’re like “david, just kiss me please”
ofc he obliges and he is very good at it
his touch is just always so tender, you can feel the passion and love through his kisses
he's a little hesitant sometimes, starts off slow but it's extremely easy to get him worked up and make him lose some of that self control that he works so hard to maintain and portray
[floyd talbert]
confident kisses
yeah... yeah, what more is there to say
floyd just has a way (from a lot of practice) with his mouth
he's also very attentive and is always surveying how you're reacting and feeling, always wants to make you feel good and lovesss watching your reactions
he loves when you make noises of surprise or pleasure, he always ends up grinning into your kiss, he just thinks it's sooo cute
however i do think the more serious your relationship gets and the more feelings that are attached, the more likely he gets nervous... just a little bit
but that's more with relationship things
the kissing he has down pat for sure
takes the lead, cups your cheek, always knows what to do with his hands and the perfect the angle to tilt his head
will sometimes stop super close to your lips and just grin, teasing kisses
floyd loves having all of your attention to himself, when you loop your arms around his neck, when your lips are on his face, when you're talking quietly only for him to hear, when you're the only one that actually calls him floyd, ugh he just melts
[shifty powers]
shifty is the absolute king of gentle kisses
like so so shy
especially at the beginning of your relationship, you definitely have to kiss him first and initiate everything
he's so scared of reading the moment wrong and messing everything up
which you always reassure him that he won't
he has literally the entire company hyping him up, they've been waiting for y'all to get together for basically years now
but once he's more comfortable, he's always wrapping his arms around you, smiling, and kissing you freely
he struggles to articulate all love and emotions he's feeling but you still love listening to him talk about it
he just blurts out "i love you so much" one day after kissing, when you're laying in bed in austria
and he immediately looks terrified, not that he regrets what he said because he most certainly means it, but he doesn't know what you're going to say
but it's only a few seconds before you grin and throw your arms around him, "i love you too," you mutter before kissing him, a little more intense, and with a little more fervor than your usual kisses
[bill guarnere]
his nick name of wild bill definitely applies to his kissing style
absolutely wild
sometimes borderline unhinged
especially if he's been drinking or partying
but also... if it's the two of you alone, having a mellow morning or night, bill does get soft
the other guys aren't even surprised by that, they know he has a soft and gentle side to him, they can see it whenever you're with him
bill is sporting a basically permanent smile while watching you
trying to burn the visual of you into his brain so he can keep it forever
his kisses are encapsulating and very distracting
he hates seeing you upset or stressed and he uses kisses and physical affection to help
loves holding you and being the big spoon
and you love it too
it's soooo comforting
and it's never easy to not be constantly reminded that you're in the middle of a war, about to jump into france, etc, but with him, his firm arms around you, it's a little easier to forget
[chuck grant]
chuck strikes me as very confident, kind of like tab
he just wants to appreciate you!
and shower you with love
he will never run out of ways and words to compliment you
he's been admiring you from afar for sooo long, now that your in his arms it feels incredibly surreal
his kisses are always firm and secure
and chuck really likes when you take the lead and take what you want from him
being away from you always stirs something extremely confident and desperate in him
really enjoys holding your hand
always having physical contact with you, that's a necessity
ooo... he loves having a hand on your thigh
especially if he can sneak it under the table during dinner or a meeting
just his hand sliding up and down, gripping and then releasing, and then looking at his innocent yet knowing smile...
that definitely leads to some intense kisses, your hands running through his hair, hand cupping his jawline, you leading the show
he lovesss getting a reaction from you
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