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inglourious-imagines · 2 years

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Shirt Incident

William Hoosier Smith x GN!Reader

Requested by: @alienoresimagines - Could you write 105. Is that my shirt? with the love of my life Hoosier Smith and a gender neutral reader if that isn't too much of a bother please? ❤ As always, completely okay not to write it! 💛

Warnings: smoking, war, some f words

Prompt: Is that my shirt?

Summary: It is said among the Marines that Hoosier has a crush on you. You decide to test the theory.

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The weather was slowly beginning to be absolutely unbearable. There probably wasn’t an inch of your body that wasn’t covered in sweat. Your mind was clouded by the thought of the cooling ocean that could provide at least a temporary relief from the never-ending heat. You most probably would be in the water already if you were actually back home in the States but the heavy Thompson on your shoulder was constantly reminding you otherwise, that you were still very much in the middle of the Pacific killing for peace.

Well, that and the constantly annoyed voice of Chuckler who complained about the weather three times minimum every five minutes. At least you suffered in silence.

“No need to point out our miserable conditions anymore, Chuckler,” you finally snapped but your voice had a bit of a playful tone into it, so your friend knew it’s nothing personal. You all were in a crappy mood, feeling horrible.

“Hoosier looked way too comfortable over there,” Chucker grinned at you, “simply had to remind him what a wonderful situation we find ourselves in.”

Hoosier shot him a fake smile in response and then got back to his cigarette. Even he was too tired to actually think of some sarcastic remark to retort with.

You shook your head, laughing. “Maybe you need to remind him some more.”

Runner next to you leaned back in laughter, always enjoying when you teased the poor man from Indiana, Loogootee. Which you did quite often. You couldn’t lie to yourself, you enjoyed teasing Hoosier more than you probably should and from a whole lot different reason than Runner.

Chuckler nodded in anticipation. “Maybe we should take our shirts off, what do you say, Y/N?”

His words took you by surprise – you almost choked on your own cigarette – as he took it to a completely new level.

“God, Juergens,” Leckie joined, his typical smirk lightening up his tired face, “no one wants to see that. Unless Y/N really joins in so then I’ll have something to focus on.”

Your cheeks blushed at Bob’s comment as you just rolled your eyes to appear not so flattered by his words. You knew perfectly well why the boys were being so flirtatious all of a sudden. Leckie about a week ago pointed out to you so convincingly that Hoosier has this enormous crush on you. At first, you began to laugh hysterically, thinking it was one of Bob’s classic jokes but when his face remained serious, you gave him a funny look.

“Hoosier? The Hoosier? On me? Bob, the heat is making you imagine things.”

But he simply just shook his head, his voice perfectly calm and quite convincing. “Y/N, I might be a bit stupid sometimes but I’m not blind. And given the fact that we’re in the middle of this fucking war, I think it’d just be nice to have someone by your side.”

You never heard Robert Leckie sound so serious and sincere before.

“I have you guys,” you tried to discourage him once more from his theory, which was actually more of a fact, but you hadn’t known that yet. He patted your shoulder and with a quick ‘think about it’ he disappeared from your sight, his words still echoing in your head.

That was seven days ago.

Leckie must had made a pact with Runner, or so you thought, because he approached you three days ago at lunch and the conversation was pretty much the same one like you had with Bob. Apparently, there was even a bet in the company on what’s going to happen first: Hooser finally making a move or you actually realizing the real deal.

“The whole fucking company?” you exclaimed once Runner finished justifying his and Bob’s theory.

“Yep!” he grinned, “even the officers.”

“Oh God,” you groaned, your head falling into your hands.

***

Ever since those two encounters, there was almost nothing else on your mind than Hoosier. You were seeing his stupid face everywhere. What had happened to you? A week ago, you were okay, and Hoosier was just a fellow soldier. Now he was Hoosier.

Damn Bob and Runner, you were sure that this change in thinking was their intention all along.

This went on for a couple of days until you just couldn’t bare it anymore, so you decided to give the men what they wanted and finally test the ridiculous theory yourself. You tried to not make it a big deal, you really did, you were trying to convince yourself that it was a mere distraction from the war but none of it slowed down your racing heart or stopped your trembling hands.

***

When the company was finally granted some very much needed relax time and was taken back from the front lines for a couple of days, you decided to take action. It was a ridiculous plan, stupid really, but if there was something you learned from your friends’ relationships before the war, it was wearing the clothes of your other half. It usually worked in 9 cases out of 10.

You stole one of Hoosier’s army shirts that was for whatever reasons his favourite, so you knew he’d be able to recognize it. Sneaking your way around the camp, you reached the destination where the provisional showers were built.

William Hoosier Smith, the game is on.

The company was watching a movie outside that night – a perfect opportunity. You walked out of the showers, finally feeling fresh and clean in weeks. Plus, the comfort of new clothes on your skin, Hoosier’s clothes, was quite something you weren’t able to describe. It almost felt like being born again.

But only this time it was better, your body shook with anticipation, a grin on your face and a slight blush on your cheeks. This was it, no going back now. You thanked the God that your friends chose their seating place far right, so you didn’t have to make your way through the whole goddamn Company, grabbing everyone’s attention.

Sitting down next to Hoosier and casually lighting your cigarette proved like one of the hardest things to do when wearing this man’s clothes. You were both scared and excited at once, dreading the outcome of your little game as well as welcoming it with open arms.

At first, nothing happened, the boys seemed to be too pulled into the movie to pay attention to anything else, your cigarette for nervousness long gone.

Until Hoosier turned his head to you, you felt his eyes looking you up and down, sending you shivers down your spine.

You didn’t know where the sudden courage was coming from, but you leaned dangerously close to him, whispering, “Is there a problem?”

Hoosier swallowed, taking a drag from his cigarette. He didn’t answer right away, instead a smirk slowly appeared on his face.

“Is that my shirt?”

You knew the question was coming, hell you even prepared possible answers, but it was as if all of them vaporized in the air and your mind was left blank.

You turned your whole body to Hoosier, finally realizing the tense atmosphere between you two.

“Is it?” you tried your best to sound as innocent as possible, “sorry, my bad. Do you want it back?”

Hoosier seemed taken back by your words but only for a fraction of a second, his confident and a bit cocky self was back. “If it wouldn’t be too much trouble.”

Your cheeks heating up, you moved closer even more and reached for his cigarette that was hanging from his lips. You slowly took it into your fingers, taking a drag and blowing a puff of smoke into the air. Hoosier’s eyes were fixated on your every move, and you knew you succeeded.

“You might want to follow me, Private Smith.”

“Count on it, Ma’am.”

Maybe Leckie was right, maybe having someone by your side was all you needed to make it through the war. You hadn’t known it back then, when Hoosier was following you in the night, you hadn’t known it the day after, or in a week or a month, but ever since the shirt incident Hoosier had always been there, always by your side, and it was only after the war ended, on the ship home, when you finally realized that the someone Leckie was talking about two years ago was William Smith.

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lostloveletters · 5 months

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And I Lay Right Down in My Favorite Place (Bill "Hoosier" Smith x Reader)

Summary: The Australian heat has nothing on how you feel when you finally get Hoosier to yourself.

Note: Female reader, but no descriptors are used. Title comes from the song I Wanna Be Your Dog. This is based on the fictionalized characters in the miniseries and not the real individuals. Do not interact if you’re under 18, terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: Light period-typical misogyny. Obviously some historical inaccuracies. Sexually explicit content including oral sex (f. receiving) and some femdom elements. Do not interact if you’re under 18.

Your shadow cast abnormally long over Hoosier, his eyes scrunched shut as he slept in the rapidly setting Australian sun, curled up on his cot like a cat on a windowsill. If he had actually moved from that spot in the past few days, you would have felt bad waking him up. Except he hadn’t unless absolutely necessary, and so you attempted to disguise your selfish request as simple altruism.

“Hoosier, c’mon, we’re in Melbourne—civilization! You can’t just sleep through it. At least spend one night out so you don’t regret it.” He was unresponsive. “Please, for me?”

He snickered. “Even if I wanted to—which I don’t—I don’t have a pass.”

“I swiped an extra one. Look, everyone else ran off with some girl, and I have no one to go to bars with me tonight,” you said, stretching the truth a bit. Chuckler promised he’d look out for you in whatever little local dives you ended up in. For the most part, he had, but after a few drinks, he’d get distracted by a local girl, and you’d have to fend off equally drunk suitors without him as reliable backup.

“Fuck, alright,” he grumbled, pushing himself up from his cot, blanket still wrapped securely around his shoulders.

You shoved the dubiously acquired pass into his hand. “I just need to change, and—”

“Change?”

He stood up, the two of you staring each other down in an unspoken stand-off, waiting to see who would fold first.

“I bought a dress.”

“Don’t take too long or I’m going back to sleep.”

You ran to your cot, grabbing a paper shopping bag you’d shoved beneath it. A local boutique’s logo printed on the front, announcing your purchase of a flowing wrap dress that you couldn’t take your eyes off of in the shop. It didn’t take much convincing for you to buy it, and the unwavering confidence you felt while trying it on in the dressing room made a swift return when you ran into one of the locker rooms in the cricket stadium, changing in one of the stalls.

The plunging neckline had especially caught your attention, far from the conservative attire you’d usually wear as a Marine—though there had been strong opinions among some of the men toward your wearing pants, until Hoosier had asked them how the hell you were supposed to trek through the dense jungles in a skirt, which promptly shut most of them up.

Still, you bought the dress knowing full well it was an impractical, expensive purchase that wouldn’t make it out of Australia with you. The slip that you wore beneath it was a buttery soft satin that you never wanted to take off, nothing short of heavenly against your skin. You didn’t have much in the way of makeup or perfume, so you’d chosen a dress and some heels that could do most of the heavy lifting for you.

Your name echoed through the empty locker room, Hoosier calling out for you as his boots smacked against the tile floor. “Hey, you in here?”

“In the stall!” you shouted back.

The tap ran along with the sound of water splashing. “You sure there’s no one else around to go with you?”

“Leckie’s playing house with some girl from the trolley the other night, Sid’s with his girl Gwen, Chuckler’s god knows where, and Runner’s got a date with the shop assistant at the boutique I bought this from, so no,” you said, securely tying the wrap dress in place. “Look, if it’s that much of a bother, you can stay.” You shuffled out of the stall, your uniform folded and shoved in the shopping bag the dress had been in.

Hoosier whistled lowly when he saw you, quickly shaking his head. “Not while you’re wearing that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Means you’re showing about as much tit as the girls in those magazines.”

You straightened your back, giving yourself a once-over in the mirror above the sink. “That’s why I bought it.”

“It’s sure as hell working on me.”

“Really?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you turned to him.

He folded his arms over his chest. “What made you think it wouldn’t?”

“You’ve seen me covered in mud and blood—I think I’ve even thrown up on you before.”

He grinned. “Gives you character.”

“So I spent my hard-earned money on this new dress for nothing?”

“Not for nothing. I wouldn't mind seeing how it looks coming off you.”

“Maybe somewhere nicer than a locker room?” you proposed.

“Now you’re gonna make me spend my hard-earned money just because you wanna fuck somewhere fancy?”

“I wanna fuck somewhere with a real bed, and privacy.”

“Sounds like you already have a place in mind.”

“I might," you said, taking his hand in your free one and leading him out of the cricket stadium.

Running down the streets of Melbourne with Hoosier sent a rush through you. Your dress flowing in the cool night breeze, the hem flirting around your thighs, each gust of wind threatening to give a peak of what lay beneath to passersby. For the first time in months, you felt like a woman, anticipation building in your gut as Hoosier kept his hand firmly around yours, bringing you closer to the night you’d been hoping for. The fact that it’d be with him was icing on the cake. Even though you were no longer relentlessly hounded for your answer of which member of H Company you would fuck if you absolutely had to—from day one, you’d pick Hoosier.

He really hadn’t been exaggerating about the dress, because when the two of you ran into Chuckler smoking outside of a bar, at least three whiskeys into his nightcap, he didn’t even recognize you. Instead, he shot a wink your way and congratulated Hoosier for ‘getting some.’ He had shouted something else your way when you and Hoosier were halfway up the street, nearing the hotel you’d seen on your shopping trip.

A tall, swanky building with valets outside, you tried not to gawk at the giant chandelier in the lobby, surely worth more than you’d make in your lifetime. You and Hoosier caught some odd glances from the people milling about, but some went out of their way to thank him. You bristled at the perceived slight until you remembered what you were wearing, your uniform hidden in the shopping bag in your hand.

A well-put together man stood behind the front desk, not bothering to pay either of you any mind until Hoosier cleared his throat.

“Good evening, sir. I’d like to book a room for one night for, uh, Lewis Juergens and guest.”

You nudged Hoosier with your elbow.

The manager looked you and Hoosier over with his lips pursed, as if he were resisting the urge to sneer. “We don’t tend to allow unmarried couples to share a room.”

You put on a charming smile and the best imitation of an Australian accent you could muster. “Just married. We’re honeymooning while we can. Gotta keep this one in line before I hand him back to the Marines.”

“I see,” he said, neither fully convinced by your story nor concerned enough to argue. “Mr. and Mrs. Lewis Juergens for one night, then?”

“That’s right,” Hoosier said. “Honey, why don’t you wait up for me?”

You kissed him, perhaps a bit more passionately than was acceptable in such an upscale establishment, but the desire in his eyes when you pulled away to wander over to the elevator was worth it.

He grinned as he walked over to you less than a minute later, holding up the room key. “Wait ‘til Chuckler finds out he’s married.”

“To a nice Australian girl to boot,” you said, pushing the elevator button.

“Nice girls don’t kiss like that.”

“Oops.”

When the doors opened, Hoosier told the operator to bring you to the seventh floor. You caught a glimpse of the room number engraved on the key’s tag. As soon as the doors opened, you rushed down the ornate hallway in search of the room. He seemed to take his sweet time walking over, amused by the scowl on your face.

"You know, I think I might've forgotten something downstairs—"

"Hoosier, I swear to god."

He snickered as he unlocked the door, ushering you inside.

You pushed Hoosier against the door when he locked it behind him, kissing him with a ferocity that shocked him for a moment before he came to his senses. The kiss was overtaken by the desperate clashing of teeth and tongue, a long repressed primal urge rearing its ugly head as you pressed yourself against him. Before that night, you’d considered the situation you found yourself in little more than a foolish yet pleasant fantasy, doubting he wanted you as much as you wanted him. His vulgar quips toward you had blended with the others you’d gotten used to, learned to take in stride. They were all talk, anyway. The way his hands kneaded your ass through the flimsy material of your dress proved otherwise.

“How much did you spend on this?” he asked, voice husky with desire.

You threw the shopping bag aside, paying no mind to how it fell over on its side. “You don’t wanna know.”

“Five bucks?”

“Higher.”

“Ten?”

“Higher.”

“Shit, I better make this worth your while, then.”

“You will,” you said, catching his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging on it ever so slightly.

Your hand half-wrapped around his neck, you pressed your thumb against the base of his throat while you sucked and bit on a patch of skin just beneath his collarbone. No one would notice unless they really looked for it, like you would over the next few days, your eyes inevitably drifting to where you staked your claim on him.

He leaned against the door, breathing heavily while you left your mark on his skin, slightly tanned by days in the relentless tropical sun. Your hand drifted up to caress his cheek, your thumb brushing his lower lip. He took the digit in his mouth, and you gasped when he began sucking on it.

“You’ve got everyone else fooled, you know that?” you murmured, softly kissing the corner of his lips. “Sleeping all day like you’re above it all, when you’re a bigger slut than the rest of them.” You palmed him through his pants, his hard cock straining against the fabric, earning a muffled moan from him.

When he reached for your hips, you pulled your thumb from his mouth and grabbed his wrists just as quickly, pinning them on either side of him.

“If you want me, you gotta work for it.”

He groaned. “Jesus, you’re mean.”

“I know, but I think you like that,” you said. “Do you like that?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered without hesitation.

You released his wrists from your grasp, kicking off your heels as you walked back to sit on the edge of the bed. “Then show me how much you want me.”

He sank to his knees before you without hesitation. He would have looked almost pious if his hands were clasped together instead of pulling your panties and stockings down to your ankles, his tongue darting out from between his lips as you spread your legs. He’d seen you before, though, not this intimately, but close enough. Privacy was a scarce resource, and so modesty packed its bags along with it. You’d conquered shame on those islands, perhaps the first woman to do so. Maybe that could be included in Lady Marines’ recruiting materials—put the church out of business, be naked and unashamed.

With a frustrated groan, you pulled off the wrap dress, hearing it tear as you were too impatient to untie it properly. The soft, patterned fabric pooled around Hoosier’s knees. He pushed your slip up around your hips, his calloused fingers drifting down between your opened legs. His rough touch electrified you, your legs seizing a bit when he started rubbing your clit with the pads of his fingers, watching intently as your face contorted in pleasure.

His hands gripped your thighs as he ducked his head between your legs, slowly dragging his tongue up your leaking slit until his lips reached your clit, sucking it while he slipped his fingers inside you. Leaning back on the bed, comforter balled up in your hands, your arms strained to support you as he ate you out, lust clouding your reason, your climax just achingly out of reach, like he was doing it on purpose.

“Don’t fucking stop,” you ordered through gritted teeth, your hand buried in his hair, keeping his face pressed against your pussy. His teeth grazed your clit, and your pussy clenched around his fingers when he flicked his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your back arched, pleasure cracking down your spine like a whip as you came with a moan that echoed in your ears. “Hoosier—Bill—oh my god—” His tongue lapped up your wetness as you rode out your orgasm on his face.

He moved back from between your legs, hair unkempt and face flushed, his mouth and chin glistening in the low light.

“I wish I had a camera,” you sighed, affectionately running your fingers through his messy hair. “You look perfect.”

“Yeah?” he asked, almost dazed.

You nodded. “Like a wet dream.”

He moved to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, but you grabbed his wrist before he could.

“Don’t,” you said, a little harsher than you intended. “I wanna see how I taste.”

When he stood up, you took his face in your hands, kissing him deeply, taking in the taste of yourself on his tongue, his lips. The sensation sent an irrational, possessive urge through you, greedy for more of him, as much as he’d give you—and only you.

“You got a condom?” you asked breathlessly against his mouth.

“If I don’t, I’m gonna kill somebody,” he grumbled, searching his pockets for one.

Salvation in his front shirt pocket, he held one up triumphantly.

With shaky hands, you unbuttoned his shirt, frustrated by how much he was wearing compared to you—for once. Usually you were the one overdressed, sneaking glances of envy and admiration whenever he was shirtless. He had never caught you, or at least he never let on that he had. You reveled at finally having your hands on him the way you wanted, the way that’d make you curl your hands into fists, digging your broken fingernails into your palms to distract from how frustratingly out of reach he was on those islands.

Your slip came off over your head much easier than the dress, and soon a pile of discarded clothes was kicked to the wayside as he joined you on the bed.

You stroked his cock, his hips jerking at your touch.

“It’s been a while,” he offered as an explanation for how his body reacted. As if he needed to, as if you weren’t on the verge of pouncing on him at that very moment.

“I don’t care. I want you inside me, Hoosier. I wanna feel you when you come.”

He groaned, chewing on his bottom lip. “Oh fuck.”

You kissed him, practically swallowing the groan that emerged from his throat when he plunged his cock inside you, your cunt clenching around him as he filled you.

He pressed his forehead against yours, his gaze locked on your eyes as you struggled to keep them open with each thrust in your pliant pussy, taking him deeper with each stroke.

“Fuck—I’m close,” he barely managed to force out, his cock twitching as he neared orgasm.

“I got you, baby,” you whispered, your lips soft against the shell of his ear as his thrusts slowed and became erratic as he bottomed out inside you.

He gave you a sloppy kiss, taking a few moments to catch his breath before pulling out of you. “Fuck,” he murmured, mostly to himself.

You curled up beneath the covers as he got up to discard the used condom.

“Jesus Christ, they’re gonna think someone tried to decapitate me,” he said from the bathroom.

“Sorry!”

“Don’t be. Maybe I can claim some rare jungle illness and get a few extra days off.”

You scoffed, smiling when he got into bed next to you, pulling you against him. “Yeah, you and every other Marine running around Melbourne.”

“Hotel room was a good call,” he said softly, nuzzling his nose against the crown of your head. “Fuck, I’m gonna be dreaming about this on the next shithole island they dump us on.” He was quiet for a moment. “Never thought that’d get me going, you bossing me around and all.”

“Something about you brought that out,” you said. “I don’t know, I feel like I’d go crazy if another woman touched you.”

“I’ll make sure to warn ‘em.”

You barked out a laugh, hiding your face in the crook of his neck before resting your head on his shoulder. “How about you? Most guys think eating out is degrading.”

“Because they’re fucking idiots.”

“I won’t argue with that.”

The two of you talked well into the night before falling asleep, only to be awoken at ten in the morning by a phone call from the front desk, informing you that if you didn’t check out within the hour, you’d be charged extra.

“Can we put it on Chuckler’s tab?” Hoosier grumbled, reluctantly getting out of bed.

“I wish,” you said, hastily freshening up in the bathroom.

“What’re you gonna do with that dress?” he asked. “Can’t take it with you.”

You shrugged, glancing at the torn, wrinkled garment. “I guess I’ll just leave it here.”

And you did, leaving it behind as you slipped out of the hotel room first. Wearing your uniform, far less comfortable than what you’d been wearing the day before, would inevitably draw unwanted attention to you and Hoosier if you left together, especially if you were seen by any number of fellow Marines who were prone to running their mouths. That, or the same haughty manager could have been behind the front desk again.

By the time Hoosier caught up with you at the cricket stadium, Chuckler was already there, sitting on your cot with you as he told you all about his escapades the night before. His attention quickly shifted to Hoosier.

“Hey, who was that cute broad you were with the other night? The one in the slinky dress?” Chuckler asked as he pulled on his boots. “Was she any good?”

Hoosier glanced at you, a smile tugging on his lips. “She was a real nympho. Tore off her dress and everything.” Your eyes widened when he held up a scrap of fabric clearly ripped from your now discarded dress. Chuckler grabbed for it, but Hoosier kept it just out of reach. “Woulda thought she was in heat or something”

You kicked his boot.

He snickered.

Chuckler didn’t notice the silent exchange, instead huffing out, “Man, I gotta get me a girl like that.”

“Gonna have to look somewhere else,” Hoosier said, eyes on you as he pocketed the torn piece of your dress. “This one’s mine.”

#'im gonna be normal on this blog' so basically that was a lie #bill hoosier smith x reader #hoosier smith x reader #hoosier x reader #the pacific x reader #the pacific #hoosier smith #the pacific fanfic #hbo war

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mads-nixon · 7 months

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i LOVED those chuckler headcanons - he's my absolute fave in the pacific and there's so little writing about him! could i request some more, maybe chuckler with a medic reader during wartime?

Chuckler Dating a Medic

Chuckler Juergens x Medic!Reader

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A/N: Hi anon! Thanks for the request!! Love this gif (peep my baby hoosier 🫶) this is about the fictional portrayal of the H company boys on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!

Being assigned to H company, you meet the boys on the ship over.

The first time Lew sees you, he has to do a complete double-take.

At first he's like, "That's a woman," and then he takes a good look at you..." Wow. that's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," type vibes.

He immediately gets a crush on you, and by the time y'all deploy to Guadalcanal, the poor fella is hopelessly in love, despite not knowing you for long.

Bill and Leckie's teasing is unending, and it's the only time you see Lew clam up and get embarrassed.

When the company first encounters the Japs at Tenaru, Lew's heart is in his throat every time he sees you dart from foxhole to foxhole, responding to the call for a corpsman.

He tried to keep tabs on you, but amongst the smoke and bullets in the air, he lost you. Even though he wanted to go searching for you, Lew knew you were good at your job and that he had his own to do, but it didn't stop him from worrying.

When morning came and the dust settled, he saw you sitting in a hole, staring off into space, your dungarees covered in blood (it's not yours). He freaks out and slides next to you, asking you a million questions.

Lew cups your cheeks gently to get you to look at him, and instinctually, you lean forward and connect your lips. It was s short kiss (really like a peck), but it shut Chuckler up, and he stared at you dumbfounded.

"You just kissed me," he says, his eyes wide.

You smile, your teeth a contrast to the dirt and blood on your face. "I did."

Then...boom, he asks you to be his girlfriend, and you ofc say yes. You've gotta keep it on the DL, but the boys know and joke about it constantly, but you also know they would take the secret to the grave if they had to.

Any time Lew would get even the slightest bit hurt, and I mean like a tiny cut on his finger or something, you'd go in full medic mode.

"I need to disinfect it," and "Let me see, hon."

Deep down, you're absolutely terrified of losing him, so you kind of go crazy making sure you do everything in your power to keep him healthy.

You're probably the mom friend of the group and always make sure they're all doing okay. In turn, Chuckler is always there for you if you want to talk about anything.

Being a medic is draining, and there are some days that you just lay in his arms at night, trying to forget the blood and death you'd witnessed that day.

By the time you got to Melbourne, you were almost to your breaking point. Seeing boys blown to bits and crying for their mothers day after day became too much.

Instead of going out and exploring, you stayed in the stadium and slept like Hoosier. You told Chuckler to go have fun, but he insisted on staying with you. He sat propped against the legs of your cot, rubbing your hand gently, trying to coax you to sleep.

As the months went on in the Australian city, everything seemed to get better, and you took advantage of the time you had with Lew.

You went to the beach, learned how to play cricket, and went on a million picnic dates.

When your orders came that you were going to ship out again, Lew went out, bought a ring, and proposed.

You say yes, and he puts the ring on a chain for you to wear.

On Cape Gloucester, you were often caught up in the medic tent treating infections and other illnesses like the enuresis that Bob ended up developing.

Pavuvu was even worse when it came to sickness. Runner was badly sick with malaria, and you and Lew were tending to him the best you could, but there wasn't much you could do.

You'd stay up all night beside his bedside, keeping tabs on his fever and making sure he didn't need anything. After a few days of this, you were dead on your feet, and Chuckler had to step in.

He'd gently urge you to bed and sit beside your cot, running his hand through your hair. Within seconds, soft snores escaped your mouth and you were out like a light.

From Pavuvu, you went to Peleliu, and nothing could ever prepare you for what you saw there. It was the bloodiest, most horrifying thing you'd witnessed so far. By the time the Marines took the airfield, Leckie, Bill, and Runner had been hit, and you had no idea where Lew was.

When you found him, you almost cried, and he engulfed you in a HUGE hug, lifting you off your feet for a moment.

The pair of you stick side by side through the campaign on Peleliu until he gets hit, and when he does, you patch him up as you try not to fall apart.

Finally, you're called back off the line, and you're by Lew's side the whole time as he's carried on the stretcher to the medical ship. You couldn't go with him, no matter how much you wanted to, so you said a tearful goodbye and kissed him softly, promising you'd see him soon.

You wrote him as you made your way through Okinawa, and you burst into tears when the news of the war's end reached you.

Lew was waiting for you when you finally got to come home. The first thing y'all do is go to the courthouse and get married!

The two of you spend the rest of your lives living outside Chicago in a small town that was quiet and peaceful, except for the trouble your kids caused when became teenagers!

Tag List: @liptonsbabe @footprintsinthesxnd @bucky32557038ww2 @flowers-and-fichte @merriell-allesandro-shelton

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georgieluz · 9 months

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hi! I hope you’re doing good and I was wondering if you can cast your mutuals as The Pacific men, women characters too? based off of their personalities? hope this isn’t too much to ask! anyways, have a good day!

hello! it's not too much to ask, i can definitely try to do that!

burgie → @im-chinese-believe-it-or-not this was the first one that popped into my head immediately!! you have burgie's soft caring side where you wanna look after all your friends/mutuals and make sure everyone is okay and feels Seen and heard and validated!! and i feel like you have that warmth and stabilising effect that burgie has on the boys too... when you're not around my dash feels slightly off! but you also know when to be firm and shut things down when people interact with you or others in bad faith! you're not a pushover at all and will stand up for the right thing even if it means you have to put on your "shut up bill" voice. i feel like you spread happiness and safe vibes in the same way that burgie does!

eddie → @hellofanidea because i feel like you have a lot of depth and i just feel like we'd have interesting conversations all the time and you're the kind of person whose brain i want to pick about random topics. you seemed like a Cool Online Person when we first became mutuals but it turned out you're actually super approachable and easy to talk to and eddie definitely feels similar in that way!

sledge → @theflyingfin because you're smart and always interesting to talk to! like eugene, you're open with how you feel about things and you just give me sledge vibes sometimes but not naive!sledge vibes but sledge who has seen some things y'know?

snafu → @aegondluvrs bc 99% of our first conversation revolved around svt and enha's teeth (rightly so) and you definitely have snafu's brand of chaos! also: if snafu was a carat in 2023 he too would have a folder dedicated to lee jihoon's teeth, we're not alone!

sid → my good friend @footprintsinthesxnd! i feel like i'm copying the quiz we did but it honestly felt really accurate to me because you're a literal sweetheart and one of the kindest people around but you're also way more than just that.. you're a great friend and always so supportive when anything has happened, and you're funny and witty in the same understated way that sid is. people probably think you're shy and quiet at first but that absolutely changes when you become friends with them. we have the best conversations and i'm genuinely so glad to have you in my life!!

leckie x lena hybrid → @lewis-winters look, i know i talk all the time about how annoying leckie is, so let me first of all say that i'm not including any of the annoying parts of his personality here... but you do have a similar charismatic intelligence thing going on.. y'know, the type of person you know you would always enjoy having a conversation with no matter what the topic is and whose opinion you would always be interested in hearing on just about anything. lena comes in with that aspect too, but you also have her enigmatic vibes, the kind that makes people wanna be friends with you!

runner → @ep6bastogne bc your posts make me laugh a ton and you're chill but also not at the same time? which is how i feel runner is too.. like he jokes around and winds leckie up and is silly af but he also gives off chill drama free vibes idk like i just feel like you're both the type of friend i would want in my life y'know?

chuckler → @lamialamia because our conversations are either about something ridiculous like sledge's ass flash and leckie's sex scenes or they're about the devastation of war and losing ack ack and eddie or something equally as terrible lmao you feel very balanced to me in that way and i think chuckler is like that too.. hilarious and jokes around but also serious when you need to be! kinda the perfect mix you would want in a friend or mutual!

vera → @hxad-ovxr-hxart because you're very funny but also very sweet! and you have vera vibes (warm and kind but witty vibes!!) and i feel like you're very approachable in the same way vera is too!

sorry if this didn't live up to your expectations anon!! this was a lot of fun to think about though!

#there were a few people who i wanted to tag as hoosier and ack ack and some others but i don't know them well enough so chickened out #sorry i didn't do everyone #i got shy half way through answering #mutuals #julian's inbox

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panevanbuckley · 4 years

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I was looking for Sidney Phillips pictures and Google decided to smack me in the face with this

#the pacific #keith nobbs #josh helman #runner conley #chuckler juergens #runner x chuckler #willew #wew #where even are they?!#who knows #they're precious tho and i love them

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incorrectpacificquotes · 6 years

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Runner: I got mad skills!

Chuckler: Please don’t ever say that again.

#the pacific #source: the flash #Bud Runner Conley #Lew Chuckler Juergens #hbo war #hbowar #Runner #Runner Conley #Chuckler #chuckler juergens #runner x chuckler #H Company #How company #Team Leckie #queue wanna live? GET OFF THE BEACH

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auroralightsthesky · 2 years

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Traveling with Robert Leckie headcannons

Leckie loves to travel not only with you, but also a large group

And if it’s to a location where the ocean is involved? Forget it, he’s going

You and the rest of the guys were all excited when you found out Leckie was taking you to Vietnam

And when you guys got there you knew you were gonna have fun from the get-go

The traffic in Hanoi was INSANE!!!! Leckie had a pen pal that you guys met up with who lived there and even he had a hilariously bad case of road rage as he took you around the city in his van

You all went up with him to Sapa to get out of the big cities. You and Leckie got kind of nervous when you were crossing the rickety little bridges that went across the river

Finally, you decided “fuck it” and took your shoes off to get down the hills

You stayed with some of the Hmong villagers and had the time of your lives, no cell phones, no computers, just you guys and a bunch of backpackers and resident villagers having the time of your lives

You had to stay a few days longer in Sapa because the rain decided to grace you with its presence

Hoosier was the first one to whip off his shirt and go dancing in the rain

After it cleared up, you, Leckie and the others headed down through Hoi and Hoi An. When you guys stopped in Hoi An, it was so butt-fucking hot that you guys decided to jump in the river and cool off. When you were done, you hung your wet clothes and towels on the flat rock tops and tree branches to dry

Leckie really liked Ho Chi Minh City, but once again, the traffic was out of control!!! Hoosier, Runner and Leckie’s buddy flipped a bunch of people off for cutting across the road but Chuckler just snoozed away in the back

And it was at that moment where you guys thought he needed a coffee

So you bought him one and he loved it but GOOD GOD HE ALMOST LIFTED OFF LIKE A ROCKET because it was that friggin strong!!!!

The guys didn’t even have the strength to shut him up afterwards

Finally, after an hour of driving, you guys were able to do the mother of all travel activities

The father of Leckie’s buddy ran a range that still had some surplus left over from the war along with some tunnels on the property

You tried the tunnels but you didn’t wanna go very far

But oh God was the range fun!! You had never done something like that before so it made it ten times more fun than you imagined

You guys went all around and explored the whole country

You even went to Hue and saw the Imperial Gates and the Imperial City

And the river at sunrise

Leckie and the guys enjoyed every minute with you

And it became the trip they would never forget

Hey guys I really hope you like these headcannons, I’ve been watching alot of travel videos on You Tube lately and honestly I’m hoping to do some major overseas road trips once all this bullshit is over and done with. I hope these came out ok because I tend to get nervous if I missed something or got something about the destination wrong. All the same I hope you like it, because if so I’ll have more headed your way!!!

#the pacific hbo #robert leckie #leckie x reader #chuckler juergens #runner conley #hoosier smith #hbo war #hbo war travelers au #h company

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spotofimagines · 3 years

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Picture ~ Hoosier Smith

A/N: This is for @inglourious-imagines writing challenge, absolutely check out anything else written for it (the pieces I've read so far have been wonderful!) and maybe even take part yourself! Here's a little snippet into downtime with H company, enjoy :)

Warnings: smoking

Summary: Leckie's sister sent him a picture of them both, and Hoosier is intruiged...

5. If I ever see you anywhere near him/her/them, you'll have to deal with me.

Down time away from battle was both rare and well-received amongst the men on the island. A minute or two to catch their breath, have a cigarette, take in the yellow sky beside the sea, reload their weapons. It was just as much useful as it was needed.

Days when the Captains knew the fighting would hold off for longer were the days letters got passed around. Small reminders from family about the reasons to fight and the love they have waiting for them back home.

Leckie had been lucky enough to hear from you this time around. His darling sister. The only person who wasn't working in writing that he thought should be. You always had a natural nick for words and he truly enjoyed reading your letters whenever they came.

This time, however, the envelope held an extra piece of luxury. Black and white and bent on one corner, was a picture of the two of you, dressed nicely for summer and stood smiling outside a restaurant you had just shared lunch in. Down toward the end of the letter, you wrote about finding it in a shoebox in your mother's closet whilst redecorating her bedroom, along with the promise of taking him to that restaurant again as soon as he comes back, so he can get another taste of that scrumptious lemon tart he'd gone so long without.

When he finished reading your letter, he just looked at the picture again, fiddling with the bent corner until he noticed the writing on the back: "For when you need a little happiness." A small smile formed on his face at this as he flipped the card around to see you again. His relationship with his parents was termultuous, his father especially, but he's always loved you to the moon and back. His sister was really special to him and alongside Vera, you were the person helping him to keep fighting every time he woke up. This picture was going to stay close to him from now on.

" 'kay Leckie, you go."

He looked up at the group and the smile fell from his face. He'd been so busy thinking about seeing you again that he'd pretty much forgotten where he was, and he'd definitely forgotten the group of boys around him. He cleared his throat and looked back down at the picture. "It's from my sister." He began smiling again but rolled his eyes at the low whistles sounding in the hot air.

"Oh, you should not have told us that, man." Runner laughed and Chuckler broke into a huge grin, leaning over Leckie's right shoulder to peek at what the photograph entailed.

"I didn't know you had a sister?" Hoosier's deep voice said, confused as he released a breath of smoke. Leckie huffed and closed his lips tight. Reluctantly picking up the picture you sent, praying thanks to god that you had it laminated, he twisted it round for Hoosier to see. Runner leant over to try and catch a glimpse but didn't get much of a look in before Hoosier had grabbed it to inspect Leckie's sister properly.

"It's from summer a few years back. Says she'll take me there again when she can," Leckie grinned to himself whilst he skimmed over the last part of the letter he had missed before, "and that she'll introduce me to her new friend to talk to as well." He raised his eyebrows and shook his head a little with a quiet laugh. Runner whistled, shaking his own head and muttering "Good for some, huh?" to no one in particular. You didn't know your brother had a thing for Vera Keller, actually he couldn't be sure you even knew he'd spoken to her before. He supposes he'll keep that to himself before you start meddling without him in town to repair the damage.

Chuckler's large hand meets Leckie's shoulder and squeezes it. "That sounds nice." He smiles kindly and offers him a cigarette which Leckie takes with a nod.

Hoosier is still deeply inspecting the picture of you both, eyebrows pressed together as he takes you in. Turning it round incase there was a message on the back, just like his mother did to her photographs, he finds your hidden message and smirks a little. It was a sign of a sweet woman, he'd been told. Well, he hoped so, because you sure looked like one.

His eyebrows furrow together again in thought when he brushes a dot of dirt off your face with his thumb, until a quiet washes over the group. "I think I should write to your sister, Leckie." He spoke, not moving his eyes off the picture. Leckie's head whips to Hoosier and it adamantly shakes side to side, a breathy laugh following. "Absolutely not."

There was always teasing like that with other soldier's family members but Leckie couldn't even play along when it came to his sister, especially not with the boys in his company. He'd seen what they were like when left to their own resources. You were far too good to have to deal with any of them.

Hoosier looked up at Leckie and, despite his seriousness, had to hide the grin working it's way onto his face. "She seems like the perfect woman to me."

"You don't even know her." Leckie bit back, taking a drag of his cigarette.

Hoosier shrugged and calmly turned his eyes back to the picture in his hand. "Well maybe she could take me to this restaurant and I get to know her, she looks lovely." Hoosier was speaking earnestly but, around marines, talk like that was nothing but jokes and Leckie didn't want it.

Runner's bright grin as he watched his friend had Leckie taking action to stop it as soon as possible. "No." Leckie deadpanned at Hoosier's suggestion. Hoosier jutted his hands out and frowned, watching Runner opposite him in the circle, silently asking why he wasn't allowed. The fact he genuinely cared was lost on Leckie, who had heard it all before from Hoosier about Chuckler's sister not too long ago.

Leckie took the opportunity to grab the picture back from him which put Hoosier's eyes on his friend like a hawk. Leckie tucked the picture under the letter on his lap then leant his elbows on his knees, pointing a cigarette-clad hand Hoosier's way. "If I ever see you anywhere near her, you'll have to deal with me." Leckie threatened, fully serious in his words.

But Hoosier's chuckle had Leckie smirking before smoking again. "I'd like to see you do that, truly." Runner and Chuckler were laughing at Hoosier's words now and Leckie was trying hard not to join in, but there was no use, he just chuckled along with them behind his hand.

Sid traipsed over and dropped down on the other side of Hoosier with an envelope of his own in his hands. Hoosier just leant closer to Leckie and spoke again, making sure he knew he was trying to be as authentic as he could. "You know you should at least give me her adress so I can write her a letter," his sincere voice had Leckie raising his eyebrows a little as he blew the smoke in his mouth out to the side, questioning whether he actually should consider it, until, "do you think she'd give me a picture?"

Nevermind.

Leckie shoved Hoosier away from him, shaking his head, no sign of enthusiasm in him at all. Hoosier just looked confused at Runner for the second time. The smaller man just laughed away, his bright eyes shining joy at the utter loss on Hoosier's face. "It was a genuine question..." he mumbled but wasn't heard over Chuckler inviting Sid to share with the group what he had gotten. Runner shrugged at Hoosier before turning his attention to Sid, his smile fading to make way for his new curiosity.

Hoosier just smoked, not really caring about Sid's family life at the moment. He couldn't help himself stealing glances over at Leckie as they all listened to Sid's letter, wondering if he'd be able to sneak a bit more time with the picture or to read the letter you'd written.

Thing is, Hoosier did joke a lot about that sort of stuff, but there was seriously something about that photograph that had his brain ticking, working to find a way to talk to you. It would be nice to have someone send him letters beside his own mother, that's for sure. And now that he knew the challenge of getting past stone-faced Leckie existed, he was going try as hard as he could, be persistent every day, to get that address and have that lunch with you some time in the future.

#inglourious1kwritingchallenge #hoosier smith #hoosier smith imagine #hoosier smith x reader #the pacific #the pacific imagine #robert leckie #runner conley #chuckler juergens #oneshot #my fic #my og post

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onelungmcclung · 4 years

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for the askmeme. .. top 5 tp and bob ships?

... so, I don’t know if you wanted these as two separate lists of five or a combined five. wrestled with the dilemma (quite nobly, I felt) but ultimately I’m taking it as permission to go all out.

leckie/runner (the lightness belying the tenderness and the horrifying backdrop to it all)

snafu/burgin (they’re outwardly pretty different but there’s such a deep familiarity between them and I like them trolling the new recruits; there’s good angst potential, yeah, but it could also be really fun)

I’d really like someone else to write chuckler/hoosier, I think that might help me find a foothold to go about writing it if that makes sense

sid/eugene (neither of them is exactly a favourite character but I accept sledge as a hopeless gay; I feel more sympathetic when he’s staring wistfully at phillips. crushing on your friend is a gay rite of passage)

john/manny. d company is underrated

I really like leckie/vera and john/lena but noncanon ships are somehow more fun to discuss for these things. I want a post-episode 3 stella/gwen fic and a post-war au where vera falls in love with lena. I have not started either of these.

h company is my favourite company

bob

liebgott/speirs (accursed otp, dragged me back into fandom. liebgott has a genuine respect for speirs that he doesn’t have for many people, they read each other well, and they work with each other very well. I have a weakness for morally ambiguous power couples and the absolutely trust and loyalty entailed. I’m not sure these two would have limits when they’re together and I want to watch the whole thing. someone’s going to get hurt and it won’t be them)

roe/babe (my “well fuck it I guess I’m a cliché sap” moment. sometimes you just want to watch two people trying to look after each other when it’s all but impossible)

mcclung/toye (wrote it for the hell of it and then accidentally ended up with a situation. I like them individually and I like their onscreen dynamic, and on reflection I think they balance each other quite nicely. toye seems more intimidating than he usually is and mcclung is more formidable than he seems. we stan mutual quiet competence)

lipton/smokey (they’re both very sweet and there’s excellent angst potential. I like juxtaposition and the juxtaposition of their two scenes together is quite heartbreaking; a+)

I have a small soft spot for buck/luz (probably because of the darts scene. and the later swan dive into darkness and grief. they both care so much. you can write their relationship very light-hearted or very tragic, or from one extreme to the other! ideal)

platonic ot4: grant, liebgott, mcclung & babe circa tlp

I’m also a fan of the “draw two names from a hat and ponder the results” style of relationship writing.

#thank you - who doesn't want an excuse to talk about their ships #and if you were after a combined shorter list: well. sorry.#do message me if you want to chat about any of these though #leckie x runner #snafu x burgin #chuckler x hoosier #sid x eugene #speirs x liebgott #babe x roe #toye x mcclung #smokey x lipton #buck x luz #john x manny #replies

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hbo-war-confessions · 5 years

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#the pacific #bob leckie #robert leckie #hoosier #bill smith #chuckler #lew juergens #runner #wilbur conley #hoosier x leckie #hoosier x chuckler #hoosier x runner

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inglourious-imagines · 3 years

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Tattoos (Bill "Hoosier" Smith)

Requested by: @alienoresimagines

Summary: Birthday in Australia.

Author's Note: I'm so bloody late for Al's birthday and I hate myself for it so apologies my lovely friend, I'm the worst, the writer's block is a bitch. Anyway, happy birthday!

Taglist: @alienoresimagines @teenmagazines @meteora-fc @eugenesmorphine @band-of-brothers-cz @real-fans @not-john-watsons-blog @tealaquinn @ok-roemanov @mrseasycompany @punkgeekchic @wexhappyxfew @rayofshanshine @mavysnavy @easynix @stressedinadress @georgeluzwarmhugs @easy-company-tradition @immrsronaldspeirs @snafus-peckuh @curraheewestandalone @warrior-healer @justamadgirlinabox @order-of-river-phoenix

[link to my taglist is in my bio, requests are opened ♡]

No, it wasn’t definitely something Y/N expected or wanted but his warm hand in hers was telling her that this was exactly what she needed. The way he squeezed it sent goose bumps all over her body even though the weather was sunny, no cloud could be seen on the sky that day. Y/N felt safe, like she had never felt in her entire life, and she knew it was all because of him.

Bill pulled her closer to his body like he was afraid the summer breeze might take her away from him.

“We’re almost there, lucky we haven’t met anybody.” he whispered into her ear, his lips slightly brushed against her skin, and she shivered under his touch for the second time in two minutes.

“No one can know, okay?” Y/N laughed as she looked around closely to make sure that there is indeed no familiar face watching them walk right into a tattoo parlour. “We’re still in the army, Hoos.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that, darling. No one cares about that shit any more, they just want to go home.” Bill responded quickly, a hint of irony behind his voice. Y/N couldn’t take his statement the wrong way, she wasn’t able to get mad at him for his slightly bitter note, not after what they’d been through.

“Now, the real question is,” he silenced himself for drama, “what should we get?”

Y/N made it look like she’s thinking real hard about the current problem, she could feel his hot stare, but she had decided already. “Promise me you won’t laugh.”

“I promise,” Hoosier chuckled taking his hand in hers, “unless it’s some cheesy mainstream crap. Like a wing, or heart, or a damn quote.”

The young female Marine immediately burst out laughing after those words left his mouth - typical Bill. “I can assure you it’s none of that crap.”

“So what is it?” his voice suddenly soft and tender. Hoosier looked at Y/N with so much admiration he thought it’s impossible to love someone that much, the short moment of laughter made him realize just how desperately he wants to run away with her and never come back.

“A Marine symbol. The anchor with the eagle, the globe and the rope.” she mumbled as she was somehow ashamed of what she just said. The truth was, Y/N was a proud Marine, no one could take that away from her, but admitting how important her duty was to her to Bill, that was another level of intimacy. They never talked about the war, why they enlisted or why they chose the Marines. They just did and that was all there was to it, nothing more, nothing less. They took the presence as it was threw at them, no thinking why now, here and them.

Hoosier wasn’t sure how to react at first, whether to marry the woman now and there or take her away, make passionate love to her and then marry her right away. Never in a million years did he thought that something like this his lovely Y/N would imprint into her skin forever. To remind her of all the horrors, the inhumanity and never-ending suffering?

“Why that?” Bill managed to get out of himself. He surely was surprised.

“Well,” Y/N smiled softly looking at the ground, “because it means a great deal to me. It will show me just what I’ve been through, that I shall never give up on life despite all of these things happening, that those scars that will accompany me for the rest of my being are a proof that I was there. It will show me just how much we’ve suffered so I should never ever take anything for granted. Sleep, silence, water. But most importantly,” she looked him right in the eye, her right hand caressing his cheeks gently, “Marines gave me you.”

It was as simple as that, nothing more. Y/N considered herself the luckiest person on this planet, after all they’d been through she was still standing in the dim light of an Australian tattoo parlour with the man that made her believe and hope again.

“And because it’s my birthday and I wanna do something silly and fun.” she giggled and Hoosier thought he had never loved her more like he did in that moment.

They silenced themselves for awhile, just enjoying the presence of the other. Bill’s look dropped on the little simple gold ring shining on her left ring finger that he gave her earlier that day.

•••

“Just shut up, I’m trying to be the romantic boyfriend I’m.” Hoosier frowned, pouting his lips. He looked rather cute than mad to her and another sweet giggles left her mouth. “Alright.”

“Okay, this isn’t some sort of proposal, okay, but I want you to know that…” he cleared his voice, glancing from her eyes to her lips and back. She could say this was pretty hard for him, expressing his feeling out loud, Hoosier was always more of touchy guy, and it made her to fall in love with him even more.

“I want you to know that you keep me sane in this mad world, the reason I’m alive is you and only you, Y/N. Happy birthday, darling.” he slipped a simple ring onto her finger, looking at the jewelry for some time as he soft smile appeared on his face.

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multifandomlover01 · 2 years

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Marine or Woman…or Both?

Chuckler Juergens x Female!Corpsman!Reader

Word count: ~3.1k

Disclaimer: I do not own The Pacific, nor any characters or scenes from it. All credits go the the rightful owners.

Key: Y/F/N = Your First Name, Y/N/N = Your Nickname (shortened version of your name or other nickname)

Warning: Some harassment/innuendo/sexual implications (40s stuff that wasn’t really ok back then and isn’t ok today either; just because I write something doesn’t mean I condone it)

Melbourne was nothing like Guadalcanal. No responsibilities, practically. It was R&R. There was no shooting. There were no Japanese. There was no one that needed their life saved.

The 1st Marine Regiment was billeted in a cricket stadium. It was strange the way it was set up. Bunks where spectators would be. The open, empty field (except when we were on it).

You didn’t know what you expected it to be like in Melbourne when you laid your head down on the bed that first night. Your answer soon came. You didn’t know what you expected when a regiment of Marines was coming back to civilization after combat. It was near chaos. Technically, that first full day you were there, you were to stay on the cricket grounds, but the Marines were eager to explore their new home. So they just started leaving. And the MPs didn’t try to stop them. Soon, more followed.

You didn’t end up leaving that first day, even after some of your friends tried to urge you to.

After a while, there was a problem with Marines being out at all hours when they shouldn’t be and engaging in behavior hardly becoming of them. Soon, passes were enacted. If you behaved and there wasn’t a egregious record of your previous bad behavior, you could ask for a pass into town for the day.

Marines still snuck out, however.

You, like everyone else, were curious about your new home. You asked for a pass one morning and was granted it.

You left alone, without your friends, because they were already out, with or without passes.

You wandered about aimlessly, not really knowing where you were going, and not caring, either.

You soon found yourself in what seemed to be a shopping district. That is, a stretch of blocks where the shops were. Not residential.

You came across a dress shop that looked like it had some nice dresses, so you went inside. Once in there, you looked around for a bit before you noticed some girls that were in there looking at you. They looked at you with awe and confusion. You wondered why they seemed so interested in you before you remembered that you were wearing your Marine uniform and that that must have seemed strange to them. You smiled at them.

They approached you.

“Excuse me, but are you really in your military?”

“Yes, I am.”

“How? I thought women weren’t allowed in your military.”

“Ordinarily they’re not, but a special exception was made.”

“Why?”

“I posses a certain set of special skills. I was a Navy nurse, but my abilities seemed to have potential to be used beyond that. So I began training to become a Corpsman, or Corpswoman, attached to the Marines.”

“So…you were where they were? On Guadalcanal?”

“Yes.”

“And Corpsman, that’s…?”

“Medical personnel.”

“You were tending to the wounded?”

“Yes.”

“How old are you?”

“I’m 24.”

“That’s how old I am!”

“I’m 23.”

“And I’m 22.”

“I have a friend who is 22 (Runner). And I have a friend who is 23 (Leckie). I also have a friend who is 21 (Hoosier). One who is 18 (Phillips), and one who is 25 (Chuckler).”

“You’re all so young.”

“We have to be. Prime shape to fight. The maximum age in the Marines is 28.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

“I suppose you’re right, about prime age. It’s still so sad.”

You nodded.

“It is.”

“I’m sure you don’t want to keep talking about this.”

You smiled sheepishly. She was right. You were here to relax, not talk about being a Marine and what you’d done and how young you all were and how sad it was you were fighting in this war and how a lot of you wouldn’t make it back home.

“Well, we’re in a dress shop, why don’t we shop for dresses!”

You chuckled.

“That sounds like an excellent idea. Being amongst men for so long, I’ve almost forgotten what it feels like to be a woman. I haven’t worn a dress in what feels like forever.”

“Well, then do let us pick one, or two, or three, out for you.”

“That sounds lovely.”

You picked out several nice dresses.

The girls told you their names.

The one who was your age, 24, was Betty.

The one who was Leckie’s age, 23, was Alice

The one who was Runner’s age, 22, was Joan.

They were very nice girls. It was hard to pick out dresses as you thought you looked so strange in them after not having worn them in so long. And the girls all thought you looked great in everything you tried on.

But you did finally settle on three very nice ones. You began to pay, but the girls insisted they pay for them. It was a gift, they said.

You had already checked with the Company (Corrigan) and the Regiment (?) commander to see if you were required to wear your uniform like the rest of the Marines when out and about. They both said no (lol, y tho?), but you chose to initially anyway as you didn’t want to feel out of place. You didn’t really have any other clothes anyway. But now you had three very nice dresses to wear. So you decided to indulge yourself and wear one. You left the shop in a very nice blue dress with a floral pattern.

You told the girls you had to drop your clothes off at the cricket grounds. They came with you even though they didn’t have to. They had to wait outside while you went in. But they had a very nice chat with the guard while they waited.

When you came back out, you all headed out to an establishment.

“Have you ever had steak and eggs?”

“Steak and eggs? I don’t think so, but that sounds delicious.”

“Well this place sells superb ones.”

“I’m excited to try it!”

You walked in to find the place crawling with Marines (of different regiments). You realized that you looked just like a local girl, as you were in a dress you had just bought here, surrounded by local girls that you had just made friends with. There was nothing you could do about it, though. Not until you opened my mouth, that is.

You sat at the counter. You noticed that they sold alcohol.

“What’s the drinking age here?”

“18.”

“Oh.”

“Why? What is it in America?”

“21, same as the voting age.”

“Both the drinking and voting age here is 18.”

“Interesting. Maybe that’s what it’ll be in the US one day, sure would be nice if they lowered it. They’re sending people to war that can’t vote.”

“What’ll you ladies have?”

The three girls ordered drinks and food. You ordered steak and eggs and asked for alcohol recommendations.

“Have you ever had ginger beer?” Betty asked me.

“No.”

“Do you like ginger?”

“I like ginger ale.”

“Then you’ll probably like ginger beer, it’s just that it’s a bit stronger.”

“Great. I’ll have a ginger beer, then.”

“Alright, coming right up.”

When things were served, you ate, drank, and conversed for a bit. Then some Marines came over. You were actually surprised it took as long as it did for them to.

“Hello, ladies, how are you?”

“We’re doin’ just fine, Yank.”

“Would any of you care to dance?”

All three of them ended up dancing with the three Marines that had come over, leaving you alone.

As they danced, you watched. The Marines started to get a bit handsy, but the girls didn’t seem to mind. You silently communicated with them that if something happened that they didn’t like, you could take care of it.

But you soon had your own problem.

Another Marine came over to you. He stumbled as he did.

“How’re you doin’, little lady?”

His words were quite slurred.

“I’m doing just fine.”

He swayed on his feet a bit. He steadied himself on the bar.

“You’re…you’re American?”

“Yes.”

“The hell you doin’ here, then?”

“I’m here for the same reason you are.”

“Bullshit.”

“No, really. I’m a Corpsman attached to the 1st Marines.”

The Marine you were talking to was from the 5th Marines.

He looked you up and down shamelessly.

“But you’re a woman.”

“Very observant. Nevertheless, what I’ve told you is true.”

“So, you were there with us at Guadalcanal?”

“With the 1st Marines, yes.”

“And you tended to the wounded?”

“Yes.”

Deja vu, right? [what?]

“How the hell did you end up like that?”

“I was a Navy nurse. I possessed skills they thought would be more suited to being attached to a regiment, so I began training as a Corpsman.”

“Women don’t belong in the Marines.”

“Well, whatever your feelings are, you can’t change the fact that I am, in fact, a Corpsman attached to the Marines that operates as a Marine(?).”

“So, uh, you operate as a Corpsman?”

“Yes.”

“That all you do?”

“Excuse me?”

“Come on, you’re a woman, surrounded by men, don’t tell me things don’t…uh…happen.”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

“We men got urges.”

“Don’t I know,” you scoffed

“So you don’t, uh, help them with their urges?”

“I certainly do not! I tend to them when they’re wounded. That’s it.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“So, I, uh, I gotta be wounded in order to get your hands on me…and my hands on you…”

He laid his hand on top of yours. You attempted to remove your hand from under his, but he grabbed your forearm.

“Let go of me.”

“Aw, come on, we’re just having fun.”

“I’m not.”

“Give it time, and you will.”

“No. Let go of me.”

You struggled to get your arm out of his grasp. He held onto it, though.

He swung you out of your seat by your arm, pulled you tightly to him and attempted to dance with you.

You struggled against him. But, again, he kept a strong grip on both of your arms.

“Come on, baby, let’s have some fun. Dance with me.”

“No! Let go of me!”

“Is there a problem here?”

Chuckler appeared behind him.

“No, so bud out, bub,” the Marine said without looking behind him.

“I think the proper term is ‘cut in’.”

Chuckler forcefully removed the man from you. He whipped him around. The Marine briefly had an expression of anger on his face that was quickly replaced with fear as he saw that Chuckler was about half a foot taller than him.

“Now beat it before I beat you.”

The smaller man scrambled away.

Chuckler watched him go with disgust.

Once the Marine was out of sight, Chuckler turned back to you. His expression softened as he looked at you with concern.

“Are you alright, miss?”

Miss? Why had he called you miss?

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks, Lew.”

He blushed and chuckled.

“I, uh, I don’t believe I’ve told you my name.”

“You…didn’t have to? You already did.”

“Really? When? Because if I had met you before, I surely would’ve remembered.”

His goofy smile made you melt. But your heart also broke. He didn’t even realize he was flirting with one of his good friends. Sure he had done it before. But it was mostly harmless. You were there to help them. He knew that. Everyone in the Regiment, however, did take a particular interest in you. But you and Chuckler, along with the rest of his group, quickly grew close.

But now he didn’t recognize you.

Was it the dress?

He had never seen you in a dress before.

Was it the hair?

You had quickly done it up before leaving with the girls.

Perhaps it was your entire appearance.

As mentioned earlier, you looked like a local girl.

Not a raggedy-assed Marine.

You had showered and had a complete change of clothes.

You looked completely different.

Maybe you shouldn’t blame him.

I mean, after months on Guadalcanal looking like a regular ol’Marine, and now suddenly looking like a woman, would you recognize yourself?

“Chuck, it’s me. It’s Y/F/N.”

He looked at you with confusion for a second. Then it suddenly dawned on him.

“Oh…my god. You…you look gorgeous!”

“Th-thanks.”

That was a compliment. And you should take it as such, right? You are meant to be a Marine. Marine’s don’t wear dresses. You just so happen to have been ever so graciously waived of following several regulations, such as wearing a uniform (or something, wherever you are, you’re wearing some kind of regulation clothing) at all times except when asleep.

But you didn’t want to rub your undeserved privilege in your fellow Marines’ faces, so you wore your uniform just like everyone else. But then you got dresses and you hadn’t worn a dress in months and…you felt normal. You felt like a woman again after living with men in such horrible conditions for months.

So you indulged yourself and you wore the dress because you liked it.

And now your friend didn’t even recognize you. So he flirted with you. He said you looked gorgeous.

So what if you did? Would you have been more offended if he hadn’t complimented you?

But what would this mean for your friendship?

Did he like you more like this than as a Marine?

“Would you, uh, care to dance?”

“Why would you want to dance with me?”

“Cause I like you.”

“Like me?”

“Sure. Everyone likes you.”

“Oh.”

“Didn’t you know that?”

“I guess. But you wanna dance with me just cause you like me?”

“Well, yeah. And I wanna see if I can make Hoosier jealous. I didn’t even recognize you. So I’m betting no one else will.”

“Why would you want to make Hoosier jealous?”

“Cause he’s always talking about how he’s a lady’s man. But I wanna show him he’s not the only one that can get a beautiful girl to dance with him.”

“But do I even count?”

“Of course you do! You really look beautiful, Y/N/N.”

“But I’m your friend. Do I count in getting a beautiful girl to dance with you?”

“Do you want to dance with me?”

“Kinda.”

“Then I just got a beautiful girl to dance with me. No coercion or tricks.”

“But I could refuse to dance with you on the grounds that I now know why you want me to dance with you.”

“Would you dance with anyone else?”

“Maybe.”

“But I got to you first. I saved you.”

“Oh, what, so I owe you now?”

“Not at all. But when was the last time you looked like this and danced with a guy?”

“Never.”

“What?”

“Never. I’ve never danced with a guy, before, alright?”

“Well I find that hard to believe.”

“Why?”

“Well…you’re you! What guy wouldn’t want to dance with you?”

“All of them, apparently.”

“Well not this guy. I want to dance with you. So, would you dance with me?”

“Alright, fine.”

He grinned widely before extending his hand, which you took.

He lead you to a spot where Hoosier would be sure to see you. And indeed he did. You noticed him eyeing you. And staring daggers at Lew. Which he noticed and made sure to look like he didn’t care.

“How long do you think it’ll be before he comes over here and tries to take you away from me?” Chuckler leaned down to whisper in your ear. You were so close together and more swaying to the music than dancing to it. But you didn’t mind. You had developed a crush on Chuckler. But had never told anybody. So your heart was leaping out of your chest. You wondered if Chuckler could feel your heart beating so fast.

“Probably not long.” You looked up at him. He was not quite a foot taller than you, but was close enough. (Lol, whatever height it is, sorry, if you’re as tall as him or taller than me, I’m short and he’s tol)

Indeed, at that moment, Hoosier rose from his chair and made his way over to you.

“Chuck,” he greeted his friend.

“Hoos.”

“That’s a nice lady you have there.”

“Isn’t she just?”

“It’d sure be a shame if someone else were to start dancing with her.”

“Fat chance of that happening, buddy.”

Hoosier smirked.

“Ma’am, would you like to dance?”

You simply shook your head.

“See, she doesn’t want to dance with you.”

“Well, she doesn’t know what she’s missing.”

Chuckler looked down at your loving eyes before looking at Hoosier again.

“I don’t think she cares. I think she’s got all she wants right here with me.”

Hoosier glared at his friend’s smug face. Chuckler just shrugged and continued smirking. Hoosier looked at the two of you, seeing how happy and content you were dancing with Chuckler. He rolled his eyes and left.

You and Chuckler giggled as you continued to dance.

Hoosier snagged another girl fairly quickly.

“Huh, would you look at that? Hoos has got another girl already. But I don’t think she’s anywhere near as pretty as you are.”

You slapped him in the chest lightly for that comment.

You looked over at Hoosier to see him dancing with Joan before turning back to Chuckler. You had no idea if Hoosier had stolen her from that other guy she was dancing with, or if they had already stopped.

“That’s my friend. And I’ll have you know, I think she’s very pretty.”

“Oh, she’s your friend? Since when do you have girlfriends?”

“Since this morning.”

Chuckler chucked (haha).

“Really? That’s nice.”

“It is, actually. So be nice to them. And don’t say rude things about them.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Good.”

You two danced for a bit more before you realized something.

“Hey Chuck?”

“Yeah?”

“If you’re no longer trying to make Hoos jealous, why are you still dancing with me?”

“I thought I’d already made that clear, sweetheart,” he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “I really like you and I really wanted to dance with you. And you know what? I didn’t care at all about making Hoosier jealous. I just wanted an excuse to get you to dance with me.”

“Well...mission accomplished.”

“Yeah. You didn’t mind, did you?”

“Mind? Dancing with you to get Hoosier jealous?”

“Yeah.”

“No. Not at all.”

“And you’re not mad I lied to you?”

“No. Not at all. And do you wanna know why?”

“Why?”

“I like you, too.”

Chuckler’s eyes widened.

“You do?!”

You nodded.

He picked you up and swung you around.

“Chuckler!” You exclaimed in surprise.

He had the widest smile that you’d ever seen on his face.

“Would you go out with me, Y/F/N?”

“Absolutely,” you said with a smile to match his.

“Whoo! Can I kiss you? I really want to kiss you right now.”

“Of course.”

He leaned down as you leaned up until your lips met in the middle. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you wrapped your around his neck.

[finish]

#chuckler juergens x reader #Lew Juergens x reader #the pacific x reader

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cajunroe · 7 years

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hooskie (hoosier x leckie) + zombie apocalypse!au ↳ there’s something to be said about a zombie apocalypse and that’s the total absurdity of mundanity of everyday. what used to be on tv and in movies was full of explosions and gunfire and blood and guts. but if hoosier is being honest, it’s fairly boring for the most part. and sometimes, though he knows he’s lucky to be alive, he wishes for a little more of what he remembers from tv and movies. instead, he and leckie are holed up in an old motel, feasting on vending machine snacks that haven’t expired. and he feels happy. and that’s what makes him uneasy, he knows that in a life likes this, happiness is a liability. everything about leckie to hoosier is a liability. but he gets his wish for more excitement and with it the fear that he’ll lose everything he has left in this world.

they're sitting on a dusty, dirty motel bed, empty wrappers littering the floor.

“you can’t possibly believe that’s true.” leckie laughed loudly.

“i do and you can’t prove me wrong.” bill smiled smugly.

leckie laughed harder.

“bill, this can’t have all happened because someone forgot to wipe their ass.”

bill shrugged, smile widening, “you can’t say for sure leckie. the world may never know.”

leckie’s laughter died down and he looked at bill in the way that made everything else disappear, the look that told bill that he was leckie’s whole world. it scared him. he cleared his throat.

“should we go scouting for more supplies for the camp?”

leckie sighed, like something had passed him by that he wanted to catch.

“yeah, let’s go on.”

they walk further into the rooms, cautious for any dangers lurking. they come up empty handed except for the snacks they saved for the rest of the guys back at their camp.

they’re walking back to their car when bill hears something and the hairs on his neck stand.

“leck, did you hear that?”

leckie looks around, “no what?”

bil shrugs, but can’t shake the feeling that something was coming.

“n-nothing. let’s get back.”

their driving for a little while back to camp and bill still has a feeling that they’re being followed.

“leck, pull over.”

“what? why?”

“just do it!”

leckie pulls over and kills the engine.

“bill wh-”

“shut up and listen.”

there was a rumbling behind them and both men turned their heads to see a tank, an actual fucking tank coming up behind them.

suddenly, distracted by the tank, two men were on either side of their windows.

the man beside leckie held no gun, but the man beside bill held a pistol to his jaw. leckie aimed his gun immediately, training having him aimed dead center -striked to kill - at the man.

“i wouldn’t do that if i were you,” the man beside leckie spoke up.

leckie didn’t take his eyes off of the man threatening bill.

“why?”

“because you may kill him, but there’s no way you’ll kill us all. not without one or both of you dying.”

still staring, leckie asked, “what do you want?”

the man laughed, “what does anyone want in today’s world? food, weapons, ammunition…a good time.”

leckie’s skin crawled at the way the man spoke the last part.

“we don’t have anything.”

the man laughed louder, “that’s not true. we know you have food, we know you have weapons, a car, and others waiting just down the road for your return.”

more men surrounded their car and leckie was trying to figure a way out, or at least a way out for bill.

“so here’s what’s going to happen,” the men surrounded them completely and leckie’s breathing was escalating.

“you’re going to relinquish everything, my men will accompany you back to camp where you will gather everything and meet us back at our camp. we’ll take it from there.”

leckie laughed, “and what’s to stop us from killing your men and leaving?”

the man laughed and it was darker and made leckie wish he’d never said anything, “well i guess we’ll just have to take your pretty little thing beside you for collateral.”

in an instant bill was being pulled from the car, swearing and insulting every single man with something personal and foul and leckie had to hold in a smile as a man cried out in pain. bill more than likely ripping into someone’s skin who was dragging him away.

leckie turned the gun on the man beside him.

“take me instead.”

the man stared at the barrel, unfazed, “now where would be the fun in that?”

three men had climbed into the truck and pointed their guns at leckie.

“you have until nightfall or he dies. be smart.”

with that the man and the rest of his gang were pulling out and turning around.

“drive,” spoke one of the men behind him.

he put the car in drive, anger and bloodlust coursing through his body so fast he’d thought he’d exploded.

they’d fucked with the wrong people.

chuckler and runner were putting out the fire, the rest of the men in the woods getting clean water, expecting leckie and hoosier back any minute.

they saw the truck pull up, but leckie flashed the headlights three times, signalling them that something had happened and leckie was in trouble.

it was proven right when leckie got out and bill didn’t, instead three men with rifles followed him out.

“who’re you new friends, leck?”

leckie smiled as the men shifted around him.

“just some assholes who want to take all of our stuff and possibly kill us afterwards.”

chuckler laughed, “just that? why don’t we just kill them?”

the taller of the three spoke up, smug, “because we outnumber you asshole!”

runner sighed, “eh, are you sure about that?”

the man was about to speak up again when sid, sledge, and snafu placed their guns against the back of the men’s heads.

“i think you oughta drop those guns fellas, i ain’t killed anyone in weeks and i’m kinda itchin’ to.”

snafu’s tone left no room for question and the men dropped their guns to the ground before putting their hands up.

leckie walked towards chuckler and asked him for water.

sledge looked around the man in front of him, “leck?”

“leave one alive.”

two gunshots resounded in the woods and the men in front of sledge and snafu dropped to the ground.

leckie smiled at the man left, “you know that look on your face? that feeling that you’re completely helpless and scared shitless?”

the man nodded.

“did you notice that none of my men ever had that look on their face?”

the man nodded again.

leckie delivered a suckerpunch to the man’s gut and when he double over, leckie whispered in his ear, “it’s because we’re fucking marines asshole.”

leyden, jay, and burgin came out of the woods and didn’t even pay any mind to what was going on, just continuing their conversation on how to make pancakes without any flour.

“snaf?”

snafu was laughing at something sledge had said.

“yeah leck.”

“please let this man tell you where his camp is and how many men are there.”

“and if he doesn’t?”

leckie looked at the man and then snaf, serious, “make him.”

bill had never been held captive before, but he didn’t realize how excruciatingly dull it would be.

they left him tied to a chair with two guards to keep him company.

“so is the whole all-black thing a choice or were you all brainwashed into looking like teenage boys who feel too much?”

one of the guards looked at him oddly, as if his question deserved an answer.

“i’m just saying that it’s okay to be sensitive man, just don’t let anyone tell you who you can and can’t be. just be yourself.”

the guard came and slammed the butt of his gun against bill’s temple.

now it was getting exciting.

“see! that’s not a proper way to express your emotions. you need to talk about your feelings instead of holding it all in.”

the man raised his gun again when suddenly a loud crash threw him off balance.

bill smiled and leaned further into his chair.

“that’d be the calvary.”

“that’s the last time you drive snafu!”

“you said make an impression.”

leckie groaned and shot the two men running toward their truck, both falling to the ground before their guns.

“chuckler, take leyden, jay, and runner and clear the west sector. since snaf cleared the east with the truck, burgin, sledge, snaf, and i are going to take the north sector.”

“got it. and leck?”

leckie looked to chuckler, “go get your man back.”

leckie laughed warmly and the men dispersed.

the leader of this highly disorganized gang, if bill had anything to say about it, was pacing back and forth in front of him. he sent the two guards, who bill assumed were his “best men,” to investigate the commotion.

“you know, if you tell your men to back down, my guys would probably only kill ninety-nine percent of them.”

bill smiled until the butt of a gun slammed hard against his jaw.

“shut up.”

bill smiled again, teeth red, until he spat out the blood in his mouth onto the man’s shoe.

the leader looked to the blood and back to bill’s smiling face before pointing his gun at bill’s head.

“maybe i should just kill you now and put you out of my misery. your men will be dead soon enough.”

“i don’t know about that.” leckie spoke up, gun trained on the leader, gaze hot and angry and bill honestly had never been more turned on.

the leader had gone behind bill, arm around his neck, gun to his temple.

“put your gun down or i will kill him.”

leckie looked to bill who nodded.

leckie looked back to the leader.

“no.”

“no?”

“no, because i’ll put you down before you even pull the trigger.”

“that’s impo-”

leckie didn’t hesitate, bullet bouncing in the man’s skull before dropping to the ground.

leckie shouldered his weapon before cutting bill loose.

bill laughed and rubbed his sore wrists.

“thanks for the rescue leck.”

leckie grabbed bill’s wrists and cradled them in his bloodstained hands.

“bill.”

leckie looked at bill, relief and love filling his eyes, the same look he’d received earlier in the day at the motel. only this time, bill wasn’t scared of it. he welcomed it. wanted it.

“i know, leck. me too.” bill placed his hands on leckie’s neck, his hands tingling both from lack of use and the heat radiating off leckie.

they met at the same time and with blood on their hands, they kissed like it was the end of the world.

and it may have been the end of the world.

but it wasn’t the end of their world.

it was just the beginning.

@bloody-nothing - thank you so much!! i’ve always wanted to write these two!

send me a pairing and an au and i’ll make an aesthetic post + ficlet

#hoosier x leckie #leckie x hoosier #leckie #hoosier #the pacific #WHO SAY YOU CAN'T FIND LOVE IN A HOPELESS PLACE #NEVER LET SNAFU DRIVE A CAR #my stuff #my edits #my writing #snaf #sledge #leyden #jay #burgin #chuckler #runner #sid #pac

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alienoresimagines · 4 years

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'Cause You're A Sky Full Of Stars (I'm Gonna Give You My Heart) | Lew "Chuckler" Juergens x Gender Neutral! Reader

A/N : This is for Jace (@speirs-sexy-ass) who is turning 18 today!! Happy birthday girl!💕 Own the day and enjoy your first (or not) drink😂👍🏻 You're one of the person I respect and admire the most, no matter what you say and you're SO funny. I love talking to you🥰 And I'm waiting for a report of Haikyuu!!! when you'll get around continue to watch it💙 All the love to you, Jace, have the best of days and make plenty of good memories❤ As Avicii said, live a life you can remember!😚

Also probably no one cares but just when I was writing the last sentence of this, "A Sky Full Of Stars" by Coldplay (who obviously inspired the title) came up while my whole playlist was on shuffle and I did nothing for this to happen so it just made me smile😊

Taglist : @murphyism @mavysnavy @speirs-sexy-ass @order-of-river-phoenix @inglourious-imagines @liebegott @tvserie-s-world

Posted : 14/08/2020

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"Lew, we can't just sneak on the roof of some strangers' apartments!" You whispered urgently, waving your hands around for emphasis of your words. Watery blue eyes stared at you and you felt your resolution weakening as warm and calloused hand covered yours and tugged them lightly towards him like a child who just saw his dream toy in a shop.

"C'mon [Y/N], it'll be fun! Besides, today's a special day, isn't it?" Right. And who could resist your boyfriend's puppy eyes? Definitely not you. However, you couldn't resist teasing him a little and started looking around you, frowning slightly as if you were in deep reflection.

The both of you were in a lost corner of Melbourne, -how Lew found it, you didn't dare to ask- in front of an outside steel staircase you knew brought to the roof. The only light was coming from a floor lamp nearby and the white and cold light of the moon, and the only sounds were the ones you were making and a crowded bar a few blocks away.

Lew's thumb stroked your hand gently and you couldn't think about anything other than that. These hands that have held a gun so tightly, pulled a trigger to kill, were touching you with such tenderness and love, as if you were the most precious thing in the world. Your throat felt dry and your stomach was in knots only Lew could make you feel, all noises had been drowned by the buzzing in your head as you realized just how much you loved him. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, you smiled and nodded, watching as Lew's own smile broadened, almost blinding you.

"Okay, Lew, let's do it. But if someone comes up and bear our asses, the blame's on you." You finally said with a grin.

"You won't regret it, sweetheart, I promise." Your boyfriend swore as he had already started to climb the stairs, his hand never letting yours go, and the bag he was carrying on his bag jolting a little with every step he was making.

Every few seconds, he looked back down at you, clear eyes shining with love and his smile in full display. He could win over the world with this smile., you shamelessly found yourself thinking. It was crazy to think that just a few weeks ago, you all were on a god forsaken island, fighting for your lives and now you were running up steel stairs, feeling like a teenager with your first crush.

"We're there." Lew announced at the same time wind rose. The breeze caressed your face softly in a relaxing way and you couldn't help but to close your eyes to focus on that unique feeling. On your right side, you could ear Lew shuffling with what contained his bag, the ruffle of a fabric being undone and what seemed to be something made of glass given the sound it made when Lew's bracelet touched it. You furrowed your brows, but trusting Lew more than enough to choose to keep your eyes closed.

You let out a breath, and the screeching of shoes against the dusty ground and pieces of stones warned you before a pair of arm sneaked around your waist, bringing you closer until your back was pressed against Lew's clothed chest. Your eyes now open, you stared in awe at the view. From your standing position, you could see beyond the low wall, and the few lights of the city had their reflect on the ocean's water, the moon shining over you.

"No roof has a better view here."

"Did you climb on every Melbourne's roof just to see what view they could offer?" You snickered as he fully laughed behind you.

"I'm not crazy enough to do it, sweetheart, though you'd deserve it." You raised an eyebrow but you weren't sure if he saw it so you nudged his side.

"C'mon big guy, don't leave me hanging there." You protested, deliberately not mentioning his last words.

"I hired Runner and Hoos." Lew shrugged nonchalantly as if making Hoosier get out of bed to walk up hundreds of stairs was an easy thing to do. Then you remembered your boyfriend's puppy eyes, to which you had fallen victim again, only minutes ago. Puppy eyes were a mortal weapon. It should be forbidden., you decided.

"Should we go sit?" You asked after a moment of quiet and felt him nod then kiss the side of your head before taking your hand in his and walking to the blanket he placed in the middle of the roof.

You sat down next to him, wincing a little bit as rocks sank onto your bottom and thighs, and after some shifting around for a moment, you finally settled for crossing your legs at your ankles. Army blankets were thin after all, you learned as everyone else while shivering in the cold of the night. Though as of right now, you were surrounded by warmth, your body and Lew's pressed together from shoulders to foot, your intertwined fingers resting on your lap.

"I brought this." His deep voice broke the silence as he took from grey bag a familiar glass bottle, soon enough wiggling it so close to your face you couldn't read the tag.

"You want to know what it is, right? You want to known don't ya, sweetheart?" His smug face suddenly appeared in front of you, blocking the moon for a second, just the time to steal a quick peck on your lips then going back to his previous position, bottle no longer in his hand but now on your lap. You took it with care, feeling the cold glass on your fingers, passing your thumb on the tag and bit your lower lip to refrain from smiling too wide upon reading the year.

"Really, Lew? The year of my birth?" Your tone would have sounded sarcastic to everyone but the two of you. Maybe that's why you loved him so much. He could read through every jokes, every sarcastic remarks and roll of the eyes, knowing exactly how you felt in the depths of your heart. You didn't take away your eyes from the bottle but you saw him shrug from the corner of your eye.

"Oh? Ahh lucky! I didn't even notice!" Snorting, you chose not to say anything. You knew what he was doing, brushing it off like that. For people back home, a bottle wine with a wanted year was easy and definitely wasn't considered fancy. But for you, for anyone in the army, in deployment even if it didn't feel like it, it was as precious as if Lew just handed you the Moon.

"How? How much did it cost you?" You whispered in awe, finally looking at him with diamonds in your eyes.

"It's a gift, sweetie, I'm ain't gonna tell you." He smiled again, and you only sighed, expecting this answer anyway.

"Thank you." You kissed his cheek quickly but the broadening of his smile told you he understood your feelings.

"Then are we going to drink or not?" He joked, distracting you from your embarrassment, and oh how much you loved him.

"Of course we are!" You exclaimed, as he chuckled and gave you a knife to open your well deserved gift.

When the cap popped out with a satisfying sound, you licked your lips but offered it to your boyfriend first, who shook his head with a smile, eyes amused. What a gentleman., you silently huffed before raising the bottle into the air :

"Cheers." You took the first sip of the red liquid, feeling it going down your throat and into your stomach, closing your eyes again. It was delicious, you had to admit it, a little aftertaste you couldn't quite describe nor place but it wasn't unpleasing. Lew took the wine bottle you gave him as you wiped your mouth with a hand and stared at the midnight sky.

"Happy birthday to you." He wished you before drinking himself. If your lips weren't already stretched from smiling, you were sure you'd have smiled wider but alas, human corpses had their limits so you simply reached out and squeezed his hand, letting him intertwine your fingers again.

"I know we're in a big city but I wouldn't have minded one or two stars. It's dull without them, empty." You mused quietly, making Lew look at you, head leaned to a side then his gaze turned to the infinite deep blue.

"Mh, I guess it is. I don't need a star lit night when I'm with you, though."

"Huh?" You looked at him; not quite understanding what he meant by that.

"I saw you up there." That was his only answer but the distant look in his clear eyes made you think he wanted to say much more. He just seemed so serious, his smile having faded away.

"In the sky? I'd like to put into the light that I'm not dead yet if you don't mind." You laughed, the urge to try and bring his smile back where it belonged stronger than the one screaming to lower your head.

"Don't be silly." He huffed a laugh though you realized he seemed to avoid your gaze, focusing on the full moon instead. "Back on the island. Had you ever watched the sky back there? Beautiful landscapes, really. And I just saw you, between two stars, shining brighter than any others." His eyes finally met yours and your will to disappear into the ground vanished as you choked on your own words. How Lew could say such things without second thought other than the one to show you his love, you had no idea. You embraced it however, as you loved and welcomed every part of him like he did for you.

"Next time you're going to say something as cheesy, send me a warning first please." You croaked out with a shaky voice, overwhelmed by so many different feelings. Shock, confusion, uncertainty, surprise. Fondness, devotion, love, adoration. A light squeeze of your hand made you turn your head to look at your boyfriend, who was impossibly close to your own face. His wide smile, his clear eyes that could make everyone do as he wishes, his scent. Him, and you was yours like you were his.

The tips of his fingers strokes your cheek in such a tender way it made you shiver, and then he kissed you. It definitely wasn't the first time you kissed, but you always felt like the first time. The feeling hadn't changed for a bit, and it was like forever. As if each kiss was infinity.

When you pulled away just enough to breathe but still in each other's space, you both had stupidly big smiles on your face but none of you seemed to care.

"You're my star." Lew's words hung in the small space between your lips, twirled around your heart like a promise.

"Where was my warning?" Your lips met again in a valse, to the rhythm of the words still sealed in your heart and it was the only answer you needed.

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hello dear! can i request a 20. from the kissing prompt with runner x chuckler?! love your fics and ideas & adore ya!! 💛

Hi love! Much appreciation right back at ya! I hope you’ll like this Runner/Chuckler fiesta.. not sure I hit their voices 100% right, but it was a cute thing to play with and I love getting to experiment like this.

22. Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference.

He doesn’t know what to make of Australia yet.

The amount of sun isn’t surprising, but the warmth from the people is. Being out in the streets of Melbourne is close to overwhelming, with a strange accent winding around almost every word he hears and people shouting their welcomes freely. People are loud everywhere. Louder than any war. Louder than any jungle. Even this late at night, he can hear the city burst into flares of noise.

The stadium they are billeted in is thankfully a good deal more quiet than that. Most of the soldiers are out for the night or catching up on that ever-elusive sleep in the beds down below. Even the Military Police seems like they have finally found better things to do than breathe down everyone’s necks in a futile effort to get Marines to behave as people. It’s quiet enough here to make him wonder if newly-minted lieutenant Jones and that new captain of his succeeded in their ploy to bribe the MPs with ice cream.

“There you are!”

“For fuck’s sake,” he complains, frowning down at the man who interrupted the blissful silence, “what do I have to do to get five minutes of peace and quiet around here?”

“Uhh, not join the Marine Corps next time a war comes knocking?”

“Haha, very funny.” He rolls his eyes as the man makes his way up to where he’s seated. Rolls them even harder as he sits down in front of him and leans back against his knees. “It’s nice up here. Don’t ruin it with talk of war.”

“I can do that. Hey, do you know what’s going on with Hoos and Lucky?”

Runner groans and softly kicks Chuckler’s back in response. “Fuck off with any and all mentions of them, please and thank you. I’ve had my fill of them this morning.” He thinks if there’s anything he’s going to remember about Melbourne aside from the noise, it’s the increasingly vitriolic arguments between Hoosier and Leckie that never quite seem to resolve anymore. “If you want to know what’s going on, ask Sid when he gets back from wooing his lady friend. Now please shut up about it.”

“Cranky.”

“Nah. Just done with them.”

“You done with me, too?”

Chuckler’s curly hair spills out over his legs and knees as the man tilts his head back to stare at Runner. There’s something inquisitive in his eyes, even upside down like this, and the tilt of his smile straddles the thin line between joking and serious. He isn’t sure which answer the man expects to hear. Isn’t sure which answer to give, either, because Chuckler has been in his space since boot camp and he’s grown awfully used to that.

“I don’t want to be done with you,” he finally says. Laughs that soft laugh that somehow only Chuckler manages to coax out of him. He doesn’t have the energy to figure out what that means. “I think I’m going to be stuck seeing that face of yours for the rest of my life.”

“I have a really fine face.”

Runner leans over and studies him. “I don’t know. I still think it’s big.” He grins. “Kinda rock-like.”

“That’s just because yours is so damn tiny, I could fit it between my hands.”

Warm, large hands land on either side of his face as if Chuckler cannot wait to demonstrate his words. Runner’s throat goes dry at the touch, at the feeling of Chuckler’s calloused thumbs trailing over the corners of his smile and the man’s fingertips dancing across his cheeks. He smiles and brushes his own fingers over Chuckler’s hairline before tangling them in those curls on his lap.

“At least I’m taller than you,” he whispers.

“The fuck you are.” Chuckler’s laugh sends a tremor through Runner’s legs as his amusement lodges itself in the man’s chest. “You’re many things, Bud, but taller than me isn’t one of them.”

He withdraws. Nudges at Chuckler with his foot. “Get up.”

“What?”

“Get up and I’ll prove you wrong.”

It’s a testament to their friendship that Chuckler merely grumbles, but does rise to his feet at Runner’s say-so. The man turns around with his eyebrow already raised as if to challenge Runner’s claim. Runner smiles. Rises to his own feet. His smile grows.

“Get the fuck out,” huffs Chuckler once he realizes what’s going on. “This is cheating and you know it.”

Runner’s smile is absolutely beatific. He is taller than Chuckler now, standing on the stairs like this, and the fact that he is able to stare slightly down at the man confirms it. For once, he is not the one who has to crane his neck and direct his gaze skyward. Just tonight, he is the taller of them.

The realization makes him feel bold.

He puts his hands on either side of Chuckler’s face in a mimicry of Chuckler’s earlier move. He leans in close. There hasn’t been personal space between them since they began to share a foxhole during training. He isn’t about to put any space between them now, not even in this moment where his heart is in his throat and his pulse threatens to thunder through his veins louder than any storm.

“Cheat,” whispers Chuckler.

“Bite me,” he challenges.

It’s not a bite that lands on his lips. It’s a blink-and-you-will-miss-it sort of touch, brushed against his lips in the same chaotic fashion with which everything else happens between them. Runner knows he can call this a kiss, but it’s not enough. Chuckler pulls away too soon. His smile is too tentative. There is the sense of retreat beneath Runner’s fingertips, as if Chuckler means to pull away.

He surges forward, downward, and presses his lips to Chuckler’s lips before the man can move. Leaves another, more lingering, experimental kiss on the man’s lips when he doesn’t pull away.

“Oh,” breathes Chuckler against his mouth, finally, and Runner laughs.

“Good?” he checks, just to be sure. “We good?”

“We’re great.” Chuckler is all smiles. His eyes flash appreciatively in the stadium’s dim light. “Do that again.”

Runner is all too happy to oblige.

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