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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!

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turn0nthemoon · 1 year

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Thanks for the lemonade

Note: I used the idea of meeting Hoosier and Chuckler for the first time as a basis for easing myself into fanfiction writing. It’s meant as an exercise so it’s pretty tame, but read along if you like. :)

Wordcount: 1262

Warning: smoking??

Pairing: Hoosier x Reader

Summary: You’re pouring lemonade at the nurses stand when two marines take your mind off of gloomy thinking with some cheerful chatting.

The sun was burning your cheeks as you poured cups of fresh lemonade for the row of tired marines lining up at the nurses’ stand. Some were watching you with expressions of confusion, some disbelief, some amusement and some were looking right through you, making you feel as hollow as the gaze with which they beheld you.

You poured as much care and gentleness as possible into every cup while you passed them into dirty hands. Every once in a while you heard croaky voices mutter “thanks or “ma’am” in your general direction, but most marines took the cups silently. You had seen and heard the horrible aftermath of battle in your time as a military nurse, but this was your first time looking into the faces of those still stuck in the nightmare from which some never wake. Feet dragging with the heaviness of knowing that each step taken is a step closer to their doom.

You thought of all the wounds of war you had healed and how only few of them would be as crippling as the one these men already carried. A wound that in the hospitals had been masked to you by the relief of escape.

“Too lovely a day to be frownin’ on isn’t it ma’am?”

The words interrupting your heavy thoughts were spoken by a tall dark-haired man that had just taken a cup of lemonade from your hand. He looked rather too battered to be speaking of lovely days you thought, but the friendly smile that shone on his grimy face suspended your disbelief for a moment.

“oh, I don’t know” you blinked at him, not wanting to disagree and started to pour another cup.

“Not exactly a sight for sore eyes eh?” – a slightly shorter man next to first one joked as you passed him some lemonade. You let an unsure smile graze your face as you studied them both for a hint of whether the comment was an invite for pity or for fun. Despite the appearance of it, you guessed that the second man to speak had fair hair underneath all that dust and muck.

He saw you hesitate and continued to speak;

“I clean up nice believe it or not, but unfortunately for my friend here he always looks sick as a dawg” he said and slapped the tall guy on the shoulder. That got a laugh out of you and you watched the taller guy scoff and roll his eyes, looking amused.

“Lotta ladies beg to differ” he replied smugly; “Ain’t that right Hoosier?”

“Ain’t right at all” the shorter guy retorted and caught your eye as you laughed at their banter.

Your laugh was about the sweetest thing the men had heard in a long time. Especially the one called Hoosier thought so and it made him straighten up a bit. In fact your laugh was just as sweet as you looked - cheeks red from the sun and loose strands of hair tucked behind your ears… Hoosier kept his appreciation to himself and hoped that you might extend the interaction with an answer. You noticed the anticipation.

“Well…” you smiled, deciding to join in on his joke, “the lemonade was supposed to liven you up a bit, but if your friend’s looking no better by tomorrow I’ll get you your money back.” Hoosier let out a chuckle at your reply. Not a full toothy grin but an upwards tug of the corner of his lips that despite its modesty reached his eyes. Bright eyes that bored into yours with what you thought was approval and suddenly hoped was a little more than that.

“Oi!” The taller man exclaimed with a grin as you shifted your eyes to him, “the friend has a name! I’m Chuckler” he said and stretched out a dirty hand towards you, taking no notice of your joke being on his expense.

“Chuckler?” You asked and shook his hand when an officer yelled in your direction.

“You two! Quit bothering the nurse! You’re holding up the line!” Chuckler let go of your hand and eyed the officer with blatant annoyance.

“Are we bothering you Ma’m?” he asked politely.

“Not at all…” You smiled at them. “But I don’t know if the same can be said for him” you looked discretely in the direction of the officer that had yelled, and was now staring intensely at the marines in front of you.

“Guess we better get movin… Thanks for the lemonade” Hoosier said and they both quickly emptied the small cups and put them down. Chuckler started moving away to neutralise the dissatisfaction of the glaring officer. Hoosier made to follow but then leaned back and offered you a handshake.

“‘Don’t believe I gotcher name, miss?” He said. The hand open in front of you was as dirty as the one his friend had offered, with scraped knuckles and dust that had settled in to darken every fine line. You were happy to take it.

“Y/L/N” you told him. You felt a tingle up your spine as his fingers closed around your small soft hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Y/N Y/L/N” you elaborated. His head was angled so his brow shielded his eyes from the sharp sun but you thought they glimmered still.

“Pleasure to meet ya, miss Y/L/N” he said “I’m-”

“Hoosier?” You interrupted and he nodded with an amused expression. You felt the name bear a weight on your tongue as if you had spoken a big important word whose meaning you had yet to discover.

“That’s right” he said still holding your hand. He let go with a slight jolt when Chuckler grabbed onto his shoulders with a tug.

“Officer’s getting real red in the face over there buddy” he said and Hoosier looked over nonchalantly. The officers jaw was tightly clenched, apparently debating what effect repeating himself would have.

“Looks like yer right” Hoosier commented and turned back to you.

“‘Scuse us Ma’am” he said and they left you to your task. You absentmindedly continued the repetitive motion of pouring and handing over cups of lemonade as you followed the two marines with your eyes.

In the tired oncoming of battle-worn men, it lifted your spirit to see good humor among some of them. Chuckler and Hoosier had made their way to a small group of marines who you guessed might be part of their company. Some of them were laughing and a few of them looking extremely tired, but all content in each others presence as they awaited orders on where to move.

Although he had his back turned you could see Hoosier pull a cigarette from his pocket and swiftly pull out a lighter after it. He let the cigarette hang loose from this lips as he lighted it with ease. You thought he moved with a sort of careless elegance, that despite the pitiful state of his uniform and dirty skin made him look quite charming. Then he flicked the lighter closed and as he placed it back in his pocket he swung his head around and looked at you. Lightening went through you as his blue eyes met yours – caught already staring. You thought you saw the hint of a smirk on his lips before you turned your eyes down. You could feel your cheeks flush from something other than the sun.

Though intently focusing on keeping your eyes on what your hands were doing, you eventually gave in to the temptation to steal another glance at Hoosier, but when you looked up, him and his companions had gone.

#the pacific #the pacific imagine #fanfic #bill hoosier smith #hoosier #hoosier x reader #hbo war #chuckler juergens #the pacific fanfic #imagine

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ithinkabouttzu · 4 months

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Hey could you do a first time with the pacific characters x reader??

First time with the pacific boys

genre! smut; romance

warnings! sexual intercourse, swearing, reader has a hole, just plain filth. *minors please do not interact, 18+ only*

description! The pacific boys (listed below) having sex with you for the first time.

read my disclaimer in my pacific masterlist! Also note that reader is gender neutral.

Eugene Sledge: He would be very soft and gentle with you the whole time. He cares for you so much and handles you as though you could break at any moment. He would lay you down and plant a millions of small, but passionate kisses all over your body softly, taking off your clothing one by one. It would leave you breathless, frozen and barely able to breathe. Singing little words of praise to you over and over until you’re practically begging for him. He would trace every part of your body with his hands, followed along by his lips. When he has made his way inside of you it’s like a fire is lit between you two. The passion that comes from him is amazing. “I love you so much, y/n. Let me show you how much I do”

Sidney Phillips: He’s fun but very sweet with you. Giving you such a sweet and loving smile while he’s practically torturing you with his fingers, tracing his fingers so closely to that sensitive part of you, but not close enough, while also kissing on every inch of your body that he can get his sweet mouth on. He’s so desperate for your touch also, he can’t help the almost pathetic whimpers he makes when you hold his cock in your hands for the first time. And when he finally feels the inside of you it’s almost too much to bear. He’s become pussy-drunk off of you almost instantly. The only instinct being to rut into as good as he can, trying to make you feel amazing. “How much do you want it, my doll. Say you want it as much as I do, please”

Robert Leckie: He really can’t hold himself back from you, even if he wanted to. When he sees you naked on display for him he becomes different (in a good way) almost animalistic when it comes to you. Hunting you down onto the bed and attacking you with his fierce kisses and friendly hands. He intends to leave hickeys all over your precious body. To show everyone who you belong to and love so much. He’s so charming in bed with you. He knows all of the right things to say and to do. When he feels your warmth for the first time he’s at a loss of words, all he can do is moan out sweet nothings to you as he feels you up with his length. Wrecking you with his cock only. “You are amazing sweetheart, just for me, right?”

Lew ‘Chuckler’ Juergens: He’s practically putty in your hands when you tell him that you’d like for him to make love to you. He can’t even began to tell you how many times he’s dreamed of this moment, it’s almost unreal. He’s in shock, amazed and both overwhelmed by your natural beauty. As you take your clothes off for him he can only start to jump to the future, imagining a whole life with you, forever and ever. When you feel his length for the first time his expressions are award-worthy. His moans almost pornagraphic. He finds his way inside of you sooner or later, he finds it hard to hold himself back from fucking your hole sore, and pistoning in and out of you as hard as he can. He starts slow and picks his speed up more and more every minute. “You’re amazing, doll. Just perfect, all for me”

Merriell ‘Snafu’ Shelton: How do I even began to explain the way he would fuck you. He would spend hours rubbing, sucking, licking, and pinching that sensitive spot of yours, over and over again til’ you were a moaning mess. Squeezing and hugging on every part of your body while he begs for you to just cum on his hands, just one more time, then he will make love to you. When he finally does fill you up with his cock, he doesn’t waste time, he’s going at an insane pace, not stopping for nothing in the world and the only thing encouraging him is your loud screams of pleasure. He’s a filthy talker too, saying all sorts of dirty nonsense into your ears while he makes you a mess. “You love it when I fuck you, huh? Such a pretty thing, even prettier on my cock”

John Basilone: He’s quick to undress you from your clothes, and press his face in between the place you need him the most. He will use all of his body to make you feel good. His hands working magic of their own upon your top half, and his mouth on your bottom half, working wonders within you. He doesn’t feel the need to stop until you’re pleading for his cock. And when he finally does decide to show you mercy, he wants to hear you beg for it himself. “c’mon, honey, tell me how bad you need it” when you beg enough to his liking he finds it well enough to shove his cock inside of you, getting a noisy reaction from you in return. He looks amazing while making love to you. The way his biceps look as he’s pinning you down, the small sweat beads falling off of his forehead as he gives you his all. “Let me cum into you, darling. Have all of me please.”

R.V Burgin: He’s a gentleman like he always is. Sweet to you as ever as he finds his way around your body with his hands. He’s kissing you the whole time, never leaving your lips barely once. He enjoys soaking into your love almost too much. He can’t help it, he’s obsessed with your body, and the way you look under him. Yearning for his touch. “Is it alright if I put it in, I promise it won’t hurt” He’s very careful with your body. Holding you as if you were a precious jewel. When he finally starts making love to you it’s unreal, he’s amazing. Just getting to feel your warmth and embrace all of you, is the best thing he could ask for.He’s breathless the whole time, still feeling magical the way you tighten around his cock. “I love you so much, baby. You feel so good around me. Just like that, don’t stop sweetie.”

Wilbur ‘Runner’ Conley: He’s got a sweet smile on his face the whole time you guys are together. How could he not show his excitement for you? He loves you so much and had been waiting for the day to make you his, to fill you with his load, so that only you could be his forever. He makes sure to undress you softly, kissing and holding you like a sweet puppy. “You are an angel, you know that, right?” He’s in awe when he sees you naked. You are absolutely breathtaking. He doesn’t know where to put his eyes, or what he should say other then tell you that you are beautiful over and over again. When he’s inside of you, he’s so passionate and patient for your pleasure first. In his mind, his life’s purpose is to make you completely happy no matter what. It’s his mission to make you finish multiple times.

Bill ‘Hoosier’ Smith: He’s fast with his hands, not restraining himself one bit. He’s tearing off your clothes in an instant. He’s waiting so long for you and he can’t waste any longer for you. His lips are on your chest immediately once your clothes have been stripped from you. Finding his way to your hard nipples and biting them gently. He’s amazing at foreplay, he finds no intent on stopping whatsoever and not even superman could tear him off of you in this moment. When he’s inside of you he turns completely different, primal like, only being able to thrust into you sharply. Holding you up against him as he pushes and pulls himself in and out of you until you’re practically in tears. “I can’t get enough of you, you sweet thing. You feel like heaven”

Again thank you for your request! Sorry for such a delay, i’ve had a hard time writing here recently. If you enjoyed, please like or reblog. Any feedback is appreciated! 🩷

#ithinkabouttzu #the pacific #the pacific reacts #hbo war #the pacific headcannons #the pacific smut #eugene sledge #sidney phillips #chuckler juergens #runner conley #rv burgin #bill hoosier smith #john basilone #snafu shelton #bob leckie

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alienoresimagines · 3 years

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First off, congrats on 2 years! And could I get 🧳+Chuckler please?

Thank you love 💕💕 I hope you'll like this 😊 because Chuckler's 100% into spontaneous trips

"Come on, babe !" The excited shout of your boyfriend made you laugh as you excited your shared house, making sure to lock the door behind you before you turned around to face Chuckler. With his sunglasses and the huge smile on his face from where he was resting lightly against the car's door, he looked every bit like an overexcited puppy. Had he had a tail, it'd be wiggling behind him.

"Chuckler, the car ain't gonna disappear and the boys won't either." You liked seeing him this way and you knew of only a few things that could get him this energetic. One of them was seeing his wartime buddies, especially when he hadn't seen them in a long time. However this trip was absolutely not planned, the idea striking him not one hour ago, just the time to call his friends warning them of your arrival.

In quick strides, Lew was in front of you, his grin almost blinding you. He gently took hold of your shoulders and started tugging you towards the car.

"I know but come on ! Runner said he knew an excellent ice cream shop near his street."

"Is that why we're driving through the country ? I hate to break it to you, my love, but we've got a fine ice cream shop down the street too." You joked.

"Of course that's not why we're doing this. We'll meet my buddies and have fun for a bit then we'll visit whatever place you'd like, just the two of us." He grinned at you again and not for the first time, you despised the sunglasses that although made him look extremely handsome, also kept you from seeing his eyes. His hand came down from your shoulder to hold your hand and he squeezed once as he kissed your cheek.

Climbing into the car, you looked doubtedly at the small and unique suitcase on the backseat. There was no way you'd packed enough clothes for that trip.

A light touch on your thigh made you jump out of your thoughts. Chuckler was sitting behind the wheel, his usual smile on his face somewhat softened as he reassured you.

And as long as Chuckler was with you every step of the way, you had no doubts you'd enjoy yourself until your cheeks hurt from smiling and your head was filled with nothing but love and happiness, worries long forgotten.

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#the pacific x reader #the pacific imagine #chuckler juergens #chuckler x reader #lew chuckler juergens #chuckler juergens imagine #order-of-river-phoenix #2 year anniversary #ask

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imaginesbymk · 4 years

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IMAGINE — Being a nurse tending Chuckler’s wounds, and he flirts with you while he’s in pain.

non requested

CHUCKLER at one point couldn’t feel the excruciating pain of his leg due to your distracting movements walking around the infirmary, carrying supplies in one hand and a wrap in the other.

“Look all you want, Mr. Juergens,” you say, leaning over his cot. “Seriously, I would, because looking at your wound is not a pretty sight.”

“Yeah, you definitely are a pretty sight for these sore eyes,” Chuckler grinned. You rolled your eyes, getting the bandages ready. “Shit. Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?”

“No, but this will—” And you soaked the now bloodstained gauze with rubbing alcohol right on his wound, and he muffled his cries with a long groan.

#chuckler juergens #chuckler juergens imagine #lew chuckler juergens #lew chuckler juergens imagine #chuckler juergens gif imagine #the pacific x reader #the pacific gif imagine #the pacific imagine #the pacific #reader insert #gif imagine #imagine

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auroralightsthesky · 3 years

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HBO War Boys and their Patronuses pt. 2

Did I say I was gonna do a part 2?? Yeah I think I said I was gonna do a part 2 (lol). Anywho me friends, here we go, round 2 of the patronus headcannons.

Robert Leckie- Orca (wisdom, intelligence, honesty

Lew “Chuckler” Juergens- Elephant (patience, empathy, stability)

Runner Conley- Roadrunner (speed, agility, quick wit.....p.s. Runner named him “Speedy”)

Bill “Hoosier” Smith- Red Fox (charm, humor, exceptional friend)

Eugene Sledge- Hare (innocence, naivety, intelligence)

Sidney Phillips- Crow (deep emotional healing, comfort)

RV Burgin- Otter (intelligent, problem solver)

Jay De L’Eau- Seal (kind heartedness, faithful)

Merriel “Snafu” Shelton- Black Cat (sneaky, loyal, some cats are assholes hee hee)

Andrew “Ack Ack” Haldane- Polar Bear (inspires courage, disregard for personal safety)

Edward “Hillbilly” Jones- Skunk (bravery, empathy, valor, self respect, patience)

John Basilone- Jaguar (warrior spirit, guardian, protector)

JP Morgan- Ox (stubbornness, persistence, refuses to be tamed

Manny Rodriguez- German Shepherd (vigilance, alertness, loyalty)

Chuck Tatum- Dolphin (playfulness, youth, innocence, deep friendships)

Clifford “Steve” Evanson- Bobcat (curiosity, insatiable desire to run wild)

Lena Riggi- Red Crowned Crane (beauty, longevity, fidelity)

Vera Keller- Swan (beauty, grace, patient soul)

Florence Risely- Snow Owl (connection to the moon, sacred messenger)

Mary Houston- Chestnut Mare (free spirit, regal bearing, playful spirit)

Stella Karamanlis- Chipmunk (shyness, empathy and understanding)

Brad Colbert- Lion (formidable leader, indominable spirit)

Ray Person- Coyote (jokester, prankster, wicked sense of humor)

Walt Hasser- Kiger Mustang Horse (unbendable spirit, refusal to be dominated, daring soul)

#the pacific hbo #generation kill #robert leckie #lew chuckler juergens #runner conley #jay de l'eau #rv burgin #john basilone #chuck tatum #steve evanson #eugene sledge #hbo war #hbo war headcannons #hbo war imagines #hbo war hogwarts au

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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.

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ourmiraclealigner · 3 years

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Sunset Daze

Lew ‘Chuckler Juergens x Reader

request: anon

warnings: none

taglist: @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @mavysnavy @ivy-miranda-2390 @ya-yeeteth @rayofshanshine @primusk @inglourious-imagines @wexhappyxfew @vintagelavenderskies @easy-company-tradition @meteora-fc @order-of-river-phoenix @tvserie-s-world @ricksmortys @50svibes

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The warm wind blew softly through (Y/N)’s hair. She sat on the beach, her hands pressed against the sand to hold her body up. It was the first time in months she had felt relaxed- the sky a light orange and pink as the sunset. She relished in the atmosphere; the bombs and gunfire she was so used to hearing were replaced by the quiet mummers of people as they walked by, soaking in their last visions of the beach for the night.

She cocked her head, her eyes settling on the man next to her, his fingers inches from hers. She let out a soft, content sigh, the golden light highlighting his features perfectly. Lew had been quiet ever since they had sat down on the beach they found right outside of town. She wondered if something was on his mind or if Melbourne had made him miss home.

“Hey, Lew.” She mumbled, scooting into his side when he turned to look at her. “Penny, for your thoughts?”

Lew smiled, his arm wrapping snugly around her shoulders as the sun turned the water a deep orange, red, and pink. “Just thinking about you, us.” He pressed a kiss to her nose, feeling her skin heat up beneath his lips.

“What about us?” (Y/N) couldn’t help but ask, wanting to know what had him so preoccupied.

He turned back to the water, his fingers drawing small shapes on her shoulder. He struggled to keep his eyes open, the sounds of the waves crashing to shore lulling him into a much-needed sleep. “About how we should have our honeymoon here.” He looked back at her before speaking again. “You know after we go back to the states and get married and all.”

She raised her eyebrows, surprised by the sudden confession. Just weeks ago, Lew had asked her to be his girlfriend, and now he was talking about their honeymoon.

“You want to honeymoon in Melbourne?” She asked, “That’s far away- and expensive.”

“Yeah.” He chuckled, pressing a light kiss to her jawline. “The price doesn’t matter; I’d spend my entire life savings if it meant you were happy.”

It was (Y/N)’s turn to chuckle as she pressed her lips against his stubbly chin. “I guess it wouldn’t be too bad.” She thought aloud as she rested her head against his shoulder. She nuzzled into the crook of his neck, overwhelmed by the comfort of his warmth and smell.

“You got any other ideas?” Lew asked, his fingers running through the ends of her hair, gently untangling them.

“No.”

“Didn’t think so.” He playfully retorted, no longer interested in the sunset.

“I guess since you have the honeymoon planned, I have to plan the wedding. Granted, I actually say yes to your proposal.” She jokingly said, softly smiling as he scoffed.

“I’m a real catch, so you’d be missing out big time.”

“Big-time, huh?”

“Big. Time.” Lew emphasized, his heels digging into the sand. He had grown so used to the feeling of sand everywhere, he imagined he would feel more comfortable sleeping on it than in his actual bed. “But I’ll take you on a real date here like you deserve. No more MRE dates.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad. Real food instead of jam and crackers? How could I say no?” (Y/N) mumbled out, not being able to stop her eyes from closing. “But tomorrow, after we’ve slept some more.”

“Yeah, honey, tomorrow.” He started to pull away so he could stand. “C’mon.” He brushed the sand off of his pants as soon as he stood, holding his hand out for her to grab so he could pull her up. “Let’s start heading back before it gets too dark.”

With a smile, she grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers as soon as they started walking off of the beach. He pulled her into his side again, not leaving much room between them. He wanted her to be as close as possible for as long as she could be.

“I can’t believe you suggested you would say no if I proposed.”

“Hey, you know I was joking.” Being with him no matter where they were, she decided, just felt right.

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order-of-river-phoenix · 4 years

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...For Someone Like Me; Lew “Chuckler” Juergens

Fandom: HBO War; The Pacific

A/N: this is a long one guys. Also, this is a part 2 to this imagine, so it might be helpful to read that one first. This was actually requested by @alienoresimagines so thank you bc I rlly liked writing this one, and I wouldn’t have written it if you hadn’t said anything. (Honestly, I just rlly love Chuckler)

Warnings: some language; also a crude joke is thrown in bc it felt in character, but just know I cringed as I typed it out

Taglist: @liebegott @stressedinadress @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @floydtab @hbohmygodx @meteora-fc @punkgeekchic @vintagelavenderskies @hoosiers-hoe @mavysnavy @alienoresimagines

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"Hey, Marshall, right?" Chuckler wore an unnervingly cool grin as he gripped into the other guy's shoulder.

The guy frowned up at him, seeming to immediately take the defensive. "Yeah. What's it to you?"

His answer came as a literal punch to the face.

Marshall, now clutching his bleeding nose, backed away from the larger man. "What the fuck was that for?"

"That," Chuckler loosened his fist and shook it, "was for a friend." Ignoring the many eyes on him, he turned on his heel and walked away.

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"Knock knock," a cheery voice announced.

You looked up from the wound you were rebandaging to see the bright smile you had come to look forward to. "Hey, Chuckler." You quickly tied off the bandage and patted the Marine. "You're good to go, Nealy. I'll check it again tomorrow, alright?"

"Alright. Thanks, Y/N," he said before leaving the medical tent.

You turned your attention back to Chuckler. "Are you here to bother me again today?"

"I don't bother you," he scoffed. His smile dropped for a split second. "I don't bother you, do I?"

"No," you laughed, "you don't. I'm just surprised you have as much time to hang around as you do. I don't know what you're going to do when we're all actually doing our jobs."

"I'll be running around hoping to get hurt so you can fix me up."

"That's not funny." You looked up at him, trying your best to convey a serious tone, though his grin made it so hard to be stern. "The last thing I want to see is you with a gaping hole in your side."

"What about a small injury?"

"Like a bruised hand?" You carefully grabbed his hand and held it out to check. "What'd you do to get this?"

Still smiling like an idiot, he lowered his head. "If you wanted to hold my hand, you could have just asked."

You blinked. "What did you do to your hand?"

"It's really nothing." He tried to slip his hand out of yours, but you gripped his wrist. "It's fine."

You let him take his hand back, which he quickly shoved into a pocket, but you didn't miss his slight wince at doing so. "Are you and the boys wrestling for fun? Or did you just deck a coconut tree because it looked at you funny?"

"I guess you could say it was a coconut tree," he mumbled. "Has about as much brains."

You frowned a little, thinking back to the other night. He had never really come off as a fighter—current situation withholding—so the idea that he had been in a fight with someone that wasn't an enemy Japanese soldier was difficult to believe. You remembered the way he had reacted when he found you crying, and you couldn't help but wonder...

"Lew..." your voice trailed off as you decided on what to say and how to say it.

His eyebrows furrowed a bit at this—you hardly called him by his given name anymore. "Yes, Y/N?"

"Who was it?"

"I don't think I understand."

"Yes, you do."

"Who did what?"

"Who did you punch?"

He had yet to master the art of the poker face. "You know what, I think I'm going to leave you alone now. Enjoy some peace and quiet."

Before you could protest, he was walking away.

You tried to tell yourself that you didn't care. You rationalized everything about your reaction. Why were you so upset about his bruises? Chuckler was your friend, and you were never fond of your friends getting into fights. Why did you want to know who he fought with? Despite taking his role in this war seriously, he wasn't exactly the easiest person to upset; you wanted to know who surpassed the threshold. Why did you want it to be Marshall? Let's face it, you'd want anyone to punch him right about now. Your heartache was still a little fresh, and it wasn't like you had much alone time to work through it all.

But no matter what answer you gave yourself, there was still something gnawing at you. You needed to talk to him.

It never occurred to you that it may be difficult to find him among the many other men, but you were at a loss as you wandered around the allotted area of the island. Instead of finding him, you found some of his friends.

“You guys seen Chuckler?”

Hoosier blew a cloud of smoke out before looking over at Runner, who appeared uneasy.

Leckie, glancing between the other two, groaned a little as he sat up, and a tight smile stretched across his face. “You looking to thank him for his chivalrous act?”

You frowned slightly, watching as Runner smacked Leckie’s arm and Hoosier held back a laugh. “What do you mean by that?”

“Oh, you know,” Hoosier replied, seemingly amused by the topic—hardly a great sign, as you had learned. “Are you gonna sleep with him since he defended your honor?”

Appalled, you quickly responded with, “What the hell are you talking about? Just tell me where he is.”

Runner, who had given up being the good guy, controlled his giggling. “We haven’t seen him for a while. I figured he was with you.”

“Thank you,” you grumbled. Just as you were about to continue your search, you stopped yourself. “What did you mean when you said he ‘defended my honor’?”

Sid, having politely kept himself out of the conversation, now took the liberty of answering. “You mean you didn’t hear about him knocking out that guy in I Company? Chuckler told us that guy hurt you or something.”

That little inkling in the back of your head was right. “Oh.” You weren’t sure if you wanted to cry, laugh, or scream. You did absolutely none of those, standing there with a blank expression.

“You know what, Y/N,” Runner announced when they were starting to get concerned, “How about you stay here, and we’ll go look for him?”

You absently nodded while Sid helped you sit down.

“I’ll stay with her,” Hoosier offered, flicking his cigarette butt away.

The other three took off to find Chuckler, and you tried to wrap your mind around it. You kind of had an idea that he liked you, but did you like him back? Lord, it was difficult not to like him. Even when you were still holding out for Marshall, Chuckler had been the face you looked for everyday you weren’t running around trying to tend to wounds and illnesses.

“He didn’t knock him out,” Hoosier spoke up. “That old boyfriend of yours. Chuckler threw one punch.” As if to punctuate his statement, he held up one finger as he said it. “Bloodied the poor bastard’s nose, but he never hit to ground. Never hit back either.”

“I don’t really know how I’m supposed to respond to that... but thank you, I suppose.” You watched him pick at his dirty nails, making you suddenly aware of your own rust-colored nails—months of blood and dirt packed in. “Why’d you offer to stay with me?”

“You want the honest answer?”

“Sure.”

“Didn’t feel like getting up,” he shrugged.

You nodded in acknowledgement. “Right.” Before you could think of some other way to awkwardly make conversation, Chuckler was standing above you. Quickly springing to your feet, you stared up at him.

“You wanted me?” he mumbled, trying to sound aloof.

“You tell me about the weather, even when I’m experiencing the same thing. You go on and on about how you saw coconuts falling. You even tell me about the shells you find littered on the beach.” You exhaled. “But you can’t tell me that you punched Marshall? Doesn’t that seem like the kind of thing I’d want to know?”

His mouth opened and closed as he struggled for words, and as if on cue, the other men slipped away, looking for somewhere else to be.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Your voice was gentler now, but there was still an edge to it.

“I like seeing you smile, and that didn’t seem like something that would make you smile,” he answered quietly. “My mom used to tell me that jealousy wouldn’t get me anywhere, but I couldn’t help it.”

Your heart twinged, and your stomach did cartwheels. “Chuckler, you cheeseball.” Grinning, you playfully shoved him in the chest. “Could you stop being so cute for even a minute?”

That smirk you loved so much grew on his face. “Aww, you think I’m cute?” He took a step closer, and his hands found their way to your waist.

“Shut up. You know you’re cute.” You looped your arms around him. “Next time you decide to beat up someone for me, let me know. I want to see your technique.”

His laugh rang out, and you couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt like this.

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brxceliiande · 3 years

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

WELCOME ! this is going to be my masterlist of war imagines. there will be multiple movies and shows that i love and will write for. since wattpad is going through the whole "kid friendly" thing, the imagines here will mostly be smut (or sexual content). most of the angsty and fluffy imagines will be on my wattpad ( brxceliiande ) in the book GUNS AND ROSES. but for those who don't use wattpad or dont like it, i will of course, post them on here also.

DISCLAIMER ; these imagines are in no way shape or form to dishonor or rewrite the lives of the real soliders and heroes that fought in these wars. these are based of the fictional portrayals (the actors) of the movies and shows.

smut (sexual content) — **

BAND OF BROTHERS

— bad shot ; bull randleman (sad/comfort)

— falling like the stars ; donald malarkey (fluff)

— my academy award ; joe toye (post war au/fluff)

THE PACIFIC

— snowman ; runner conley (fluff/slight smut)

— corporal ; chuckler juergens (fluff)

GENERATION KILL

— coming soon !

SAVING PRIVATE RYAN

— nightmares ; daniel jackson (hurt/comfort/fluff)

— worship ; daniel jackson (smut 18+)

DEFIANCE

— coming soon !

#war imagines #hbo war #runner conley #chuckler juergens #the pacific #joseph liebgott #george luz #joe toye #bull randleman #saving private ryan imagines #saving private ryan #band of brothers imagines #band of brothers #generation kill #richard winters #lewis nixon #donald malarkey #daniel jackson #masterlist

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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.

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 @georgeluzwarmhugs @easy-company-tradition @immrsronaldspeirs @snafus-peckuh @curraheewestandalone @warrior-healer @justamadgirlinabox @order-of-river-phoenix @whoahersheybars

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.

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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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mads-nixon · 7 months

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Hiiii!!!!!!! So I saw your requests are open and I have a Pacific one: headcanons for Chuckler dating an artist (I like to draw so I came up with this), perhaps? Thanks!

Chuckler Dating an Artist Headcannons

Lew "Chuckler" Juergens x Artist!Reader

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A/N: Hiiii!! i loooooove this concept so much!! thanks for requesting! please request more if you have any ideas!! this is about the fictional portrayal of H company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!

Okay, I'm thinking post-war for these...

After Lew comes home and gets settled in Chicago, he's walking down a street in the Chicago suburb when he sees you for the first time...

You're sitting by the side of the road on a stool, overlooking Columbus Park as you sketched a beautiful work of the sun setting over the lake and skyscrapers in the distance.

Your tongue was poking through your lips in concentration, and Lew found himself completely captivated by you. You looked so at peace...something he was still looking for after the war.

He went up and started talking to you, and the rest is history!

Months later, Chuckler's favorite thing is to watch you draw. Seeing you in your element is something that he never gets tired of.

One day, he comes over to your house with a wrapped box and a wide smile on his face. When you open it, you can't believe what he fought you: a hundred-piece drawing set. You know it must have cost him a fortune, and you throw yourself in his arms, thanking him over and over.

On the days that bring back more memories than usual, he'll come over and you can tell by the look on his face that it's not a good day.

Times like that, you'd spend the day peacefully relaxing (a lot of times on the couch or in bed) snuggled up. You pull him into your arms and hold him tightly, letting him be the little spoon for once.

I'd like to think that you live outside the city a little bit and that you have a pretty backyard with a porch with rocking chairs. On the porch, you snuggle into Lew's lap as he rocks the two of you back and forth.

He seems to enjoy the silence of the night and your gentle conversations that remind him that he survived the war, and that he's safe with you in his arms.

Since you started dating Lew, you'd gone through sooooo many more sketchbooks than before, and he starts to get curious.

One day, you're drawing a scene of the skyline when he asks you if he can look through your sketches.

(sure, you'd shown him many before, but he'd never looked through your book)

You nod and get really nervous as you hand it over.

His smiling face falls slightly as he flips through it slowly. Page after page were different sketches and drawings of him. Some were his signature smile, while others were of him fast asleep, his face serene.

You worried it was 'too much' or that he wouldn't like them, but all your fears dissipated when you saw his reaction.

Tears pricked at his eyes as he looked through the book. How did he ever deserve you?

"These," he whispered, voice cracking as he looked up at you, "Are amazing. I love them."

A smile graces your lips and you blush at the compliment, ducking your head bashfully.

Chuckler just lifts your chin softly, the warm gaze from his glossy blue eyes making your heart skip a beat.

"You're perfect..."

You took a deep breath and smiled, leaning your forehead against his. "I love you."

DUDE ASKS YOU TO MARRY HIM RIGHT THERE

You say yes, ofc!!

Y'all have the sweetest life together, and Lew hangs your artwork all around the house, even if you think it's not the best.

THIS MAN...he will never let you talk bad about yourself or your art, and he does whatever it takes to attend all of your art shows, even if he is the only one there (think Pam's art show from the Office and how Michael is the only one to show up type vibes.)

He continues to get you supplies the second something of yours runs low (if one single pencil or paint runs out, he uses it as an excuse to buy you a whole other kit.)

"What? Your green color pencil broke?" He'd ask after you sent him a playful glare (you loved it when he got you stuff, but you'd never admit it.)

"So you had to give me a whole 24-pack?" you tease.

"Yeah. I gotta make sure you're stocked up, doll."

You hug him tightly. "Thank you, honey. I love them."

You eventually become an art teacher in the Chicago Public School System, where you get to share your passion with your students! (you end up having your kids and grandkids in your classes)

Lew never forgets the moment he saw you and took the chance, and he knows it was the best decision he ever made.

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applsauss · 4 years

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Corpsman | War-tober #13

Description: Corpsmen are not allowed to have moments of weakness.

Fandom: The Pacific

 Pairing: Lew “Chuckler” Juergens /Reader

Word Count:  300+

Warning(s): None.

Your chest constricts. It’s not a medical concern though, you’re sure. You drop your head into your hands, shoulders strung so tight they’re at risk of snapping, and gasp for air. The ground blurs beneath you. Your ears ring.

“Fuck. Fuck.” Drool drips from your wet lips, and you yank your helmet off, then drag your sleeve across your mouth.

Your chest feels tight -- so tight it’s barely got room for your pounding heart -- and what’s worse is you cannot be doing this right now because there are boys who need you. You’re not even half-way through your rounds and there are at least ten cases of malaria in just this platoon, not to mention you haven’t even gotten to third platoon yet.

You dig the heels of your hands into your eye-sockets till colors burst behind them. “Fuck. Fuck!” you hiss.

“Got a problem, doc?”

“Jesus!” you squeak when a heavy hand lands on your back, scalding compared to the already hot air. Chuckler’s laugh rumbles in his chest like a motor.

You open your eyes, and the ground slowly comes back into focus. You don’t lift your head, still staring at your dirt-caked boots, but Chuckler is here now. You choke on a breath, hiccup, press your hand to your chest -- but then you can breathe and your heart’s got a little more room to keep on beating, start doing a little dance.

You blow out a puff of hot air, then say, “m’fine, Chuck.”

Chuckler’s warm hand slides up your spine to the back of your neck, and you shudder. He is an awkward kind of silent, like he wants to say something more, but then after a stubborn moment he gives in. He leans into you, pressing his nose and mouth to the side of your head and says, “okay.”

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fandomscenariosforyou · 4 years

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Could I get some cuddly Chuckler? Maybe just spending some quality time together in Australia? ❤️

yes yes yes

The warm Australian wind blowing through the trees was extremely comforting. So comforting you had dozed off in the hammock that hung in your backyard. You shifted in your sleep, blinking your eyes slightly as the sleep slowly left your body. Curling your back, you stretched just enough to get the feeling back in your legs and slumped back down into the hammock.

“Well there you are sleepyhead. I’ve been looking for you.” Turning, you saw Chuckler, ducking around some low hanging branches. You smiled in return, closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling of the sun. “You found me, Lew.” The nickname ‘Chuckler’ was something he liked to keep with the guys. When you got together he told you, hearing you say his real name was like a breathe of fresh air. So you never stopped.

“I did indeed, are you relaxing without me?” He asked, feigning hurt. You didn’t see his next move but you did feel the air leave your lungs when he flopped himself on top of you. “JEEz Lew, warn a girl first, you’re gonna crush me.” “Oh really? How about now?” Chuckler moved to wiggle his hands around your waist and putting even more weight on you. “Stop St-Stop!” You couldn’t fully get out your protests through the laughter being forced out.

After a minute of suffering, he finally let up. Lifting his head, he placed his chin on your chest. “Well at least you’re awake now?” “Yeah, yeah just shh and let’s watch the sunset.” You rolled your eyes, petting his hair softly, curling into his body as he matched yours. “I wouldn’t wanna do anything else.” He smiled into your skin, eyes looking over the horizon with his hand wrapped in yours.

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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😊

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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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