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See the Good

Eugene Sledge x Medic!Reader

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A/N: Merry Christmas @iceman-kazansky!! I literally squealed when I saw I got you as my giftee! I loved your prompts, and I hope you like what I did with them!! I'm going to post one gift per day so that they'll be a little spaced out! hbo owns the rights, and this is about the fictional portrayal of k company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!

Prompt: “You always see the good in people. Even me.”

Word Count: 5.7k

Summary: When Gene can only see himself as the terrible things he's done in the war, (y/n) is right there to remind him who he really is.

Warnings: descriptions of dead bodies (non-graphic)

OKINAWA, JAPAN: MAY, 1945:

The ground beneath their boots trembled, and the deafening whistles of mortars filled the air as (y/n) and the rest of K Company ran for cover. They sunk into the muddy sludge below them, turning each step into a battle against the sucking earth. Gripping her corpsman pack with white knuckles, (y/n) followed Gene, not daring to stop in the barrage.

“They have us targeted!” Burgie yelled, hurdling over a giant boulder in his path. “Get to cover!”

Just as (y/n) ran past the remnants of a demolished shed, a sudden blast threw her violently to the ground, sending a cascade of mud in all directions. Her ears rang with disorientation as she blinked slowly, struggling to regain her senses. The ringing faded into a muffled whine and a face appeared in (y/n)‘s vision. Although the figure’s face was blurred, she knew it was Eugene. His mouth moved rapidly, but she couldn’t understand a word he said. Realizing this, he quickly grasped the front of her uniform and hoisted her to her feet, throwing an arm around her waist to keep her upright as they bolted for cover.

Reaching the rocks, (y/n)‘s hearing slowly faded back, and the sounds of booming artillery reached her ears.

Sledge pulled on her arm, helping her over the rugged terrain. “Come on. We’re almost there!”

Finally reaching the safety of cover, the company continued farther into the rocks to escape the barrage. Snafu was in front of them and on the verge of a panicked breakdown.

“This is bullshit!” he cried, plopping down on a rock. “If I ever find the FO that called that arty, I’ll shoot him!”

Gene maintained his hold on (y/n) as he led them toward a big rock, his frustration evident. “They’ll just do it again,” he huffed, gritting his teeth. “All because some asshole officer read a map wrong and nobody gives a shit about us!”

After he sat (y/n) on the boulder beside Snafu, Eugene took a deep breath and sank beside her. He turned to the dazed woman beside him, her once white corpsman armband a brown and muddy mess. “You alright?” he asked her, knowing even he himself wasn’t alright after what happened before the shelling.

The woman and her baby…

(Y/n) nodded slowly, her eyes rising from the ground to meet his. ”Yeah. Just got my bell rung. I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?” Sledge persisted.

“Yes, Gene. I’m okay,” she murmured wearily, rubbing her eyes. “Really.”

Removing her helmet, she threaded her fingers through her (y/h/c) hair, wincing at the dried mud that pulled at the roots. Over their time on the dreadful island, they all discovered that the jungle was just as much an enemy as the Japs.

Snafu stared wide-eyed at the ground below him, hands on his head as his chest heaved. His expression was the same one that each marine wore as they grappled with the massacre they’d just witnessed.

What country uses its own civilians as shields for a surprise attack?

As a corpsman, (y/n) had seen more death than the average marine, and after the fierce fighting on the islands of Peleliu and Pavuvu, she was struggling to remain afloat in the vast ocean of numbness that threatened to drown her. The only thing keeping her above water were her boys, the men of K Company: Sledge, Snafu, Burgin, and De L’eau, although Jay had been transferred to intelligence. They’d lost so many good men, and it made her even more thankful for the guys who had always been there for her.

“Corpsman up front!”

The call snapped (y/n) from her thoughts, and she quickly rose, momentarily losing her balance until a strong hand grasped her upper arm, holding her steady. She felt the warmth of his hand through her thin ODs as he held her in place, accompanied by a blush creeping up her neck.

“(Y/n)-” Gene started.

Shrugging him off gently, she turned toward the call. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Be careful,” he whispered after her, watching her form disappear into a sea of olive-green uniforms. With another deep breath, Sledge sat back down, trying to calm his still-racing heart. She had been right behind him…until she wasn’t. Panic had gripped him when he saw her motionless figure in the mud as the artillery rained down around them. When she opened her eyes, he felt a weight lift off his chest.

Rain drenched the marines through the night as they held their position looking up to the ridge. Around 2000HRS the next day, (y/n) trudged back to her squad, eyelids heavy with exhaustion. Dried blood clung to her cracked hands, refusing to wash away, no matter how many times she’d scrubbed them raw. The casualties were unending like the rain that constantly poured on them. Luckily, the downpour had come to a stop in the early morning.

She’d been at the BAS since the previous afternoon treating and evacuating wounded marines from the already bloody battle. Continued artillery and fire throughout the day brought a steady stream of bleeding men through the tent’s entrance. One of these men had been Bill Leyden. He wasn’t in good shape, and when (y/n) saw the damage on her friend’s body, the air rushed from her lungs. After pushing away the panic, she quickly helped other corpsmen stabilize him, before sending him off to a hospital ship. As she watched him go, her heart sank at the realization the company had lost another man…another friend.

“Hey Doc,” Snafu called out gently as she approached.

She looked up from her feet at the man with a tired smile. “Hey, Snaf,” she whispered. “You seen Gene?”

Motioning over his shoulder, Snafu replied, “He’s right over there. But, Bill…“

“Yeah,” she sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder. “We got him stabilized. He should make a full recovery. Lost a few fingers, though.”

In a trance-like state, Snafu nodded, his gaze fixed ahead. It was something they all did. A way to escape the horrors they lived through. With a gentle squeeze of his shoulder, (y/n) moved to find Sledge, but the Cajun’s voice stopped her.

“Eugene. He got a letter…his dog died.”

She turned to face him with raised brows. “Deacon?”

“I guess,” the man nodded. “I think he’s bothered more than he’s letting on. You know how Eugene is.”

“Yeah. I’ll talk to him.”

She found him staring into space ahead of him as he sat up against one of the island’s many rocks. Before she approached, (y/n) simply watched the man before her. She could see his growing stubble and the mud that splattered his cheeks, but what worried her was the blank expression on his face. She longed to see the lopsided smile that used to hang from his lips. (Y/n) didn’t know how long it had been since she’d seen that smile…too long.

Pulling her satchel off her shoulder, she quietly approached him and slouched down beside him. They sat silently for a moment, the warmth of their touching shoulders spreading through them. Gene was the first to break the silence.

“Did you see Bill?” he asked quietly, his eyes still glued on the rocks in front of him.

(Y/n) nodded, looking up at him with a small smile. “Yeah, he’s gonna be okay.”

Gene leaned his head back against the ground with a thud, his eyes closed as a shuttering sigh escaped his lips. She sat up off the rock and turned toward him, gently taking his hand.

“I’m sorry about Deacon.”

The second her fingers intertwined with his, Sledge’s heartbeat accelerated, and the man felt heat spread through his body. He took a moment to compose himself before he opened his eyes. He looked down at their intertwined hands before meeting her concerned gaze.

In that moment, Eugene could have sworn she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. It didn’t matter that she was coated in blood, mud, and sweat. She was there for him like nobody else had ever been in his whole life. Sure, he was close with his parents, but he felt they never completely understood him.

Who’d have thought that he’d have to travel almost eight thousand miles to find someone who could do so?

Eugene’s eyes flashed down to her lips, unable to control himself as their closeness made him suddenly bold. He always wondered what they’d taste like. How they’d feel against his. They were chapped, just like everyone else's, but that didn’t matter. The young man wanted a way to show her how much she meant to him. Sure, there had been moments where he told himself he was going to kiss her, but the moment ended before he had the opportunity. Something in the moment felt wrong, though, and he decided to wait once more.

“Thank you,” he whispered, swallowing thickly as he tried to regain his composure and keep the memories of his beloved dog at bay. “He was a good dog.”

“How old was he? 10? 11?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “10.”

The woman’s eyes searched his face, trying to get a read of what he needed from her. She saw pain in his hazel eyes. Pain from the loss of Bill. Pain from the loss of Deacon. Pain caused by the war.

She decided he needed some hope. Some laughter.

“Did I tell you about the time Snaf and I almost got caught stealing from an Army captain?”

Later that day, Gene and the rest of his squad sat among the rocks, each lost in their mind. (Y/n) was beside him, writing in her journal, and they were doing the same…all except Peck, who was attempting to dig a foxhole in the soaked ground. Since the day they arrived on the wretched island, Sledge kept up with how many days they spent there with tallies in the back of his Bible. With the days running together, they rarely knew what day it was or how long they’d been there.

“What’s the date?” Burgie asked, putting down his small journal.

The group turned to Gene, who took a deep breath. “June 5th, maybe. Might be the 6th.” He turned to (y/n). “(Y/n/n), which one you got?”

“I have no idea,” she sighed. “I gave up keeping track a while ago.”

Peck decided to chime in as he dug. “We’re never getting off this island.”

Everyone was thinking it, but he was the one person who dared to speak it aloud.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, glancing over at Gene with an annoyed expression. If looks could kill, Peck would be six feet deep from the redhead’s glare. His jaw clenched tightly, and his chest began to heave as he stared at the replacement.

Sensing his rising anger, (y/n) reached over and placed a hand on his thigh. His eyes moved to meet hers, and her (y/e/c) irises seemed to whisper, ”He’s not worth it,” and, “It’s okay. I’m here.”

Gene took a deep breath in an attempt to calm down. Beating the crap out of Peck wouldn’t bring Bill back, and letting anger consume you was a dangerous game. Every time he was tempted to let it in, (y/n) was right there, a soft presence telling him that hate was not the answer. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted daily. Sledge had seen what men could do to each other. He had seen what the Japs did to his friends.

Looking away from Gene, she was met with a strange stare from Snafu, who was smoking a cigarette and sitting on their makeshift toilet. His gaze was questioning, but not criticizing. When the man’s eyes drifted down to her hand, her stomach dropped, and she felt like she was caught red-handed. (Y/n) quickly removed her hand from Gene’s leg and shot to her feet.

“I’m gonna go-uh-do some rounds,” she announced, not daring to look at Gene or Snafu.

A few seconds later, she went treading through the sludge, her corpsman satchel pressed tightly to her side. The men all watched in confusion as she left, unsure what had made her so jumpy all of a sudden.

“She alright?” Hamm asked once she’d disappeared from view.

Burgie, always an observer, glanced over at Sledge to watch his reaction. He looked somewhat like a kicked puppy. Wrapping up his Bible, Gene began to tuck it into his pocket without a word.

“Don’t worry about (y/n), Hamm,” Burgie replied with a nod.

Hamm raised an eyebrow at his sergeant. “But did you see her-”

“She’s fine,” Snafu interrupted, pulling up his pants and rejoining the group. “Besides, she’s already got someone to worry about her.”

At the statement, Eugene froze, a cold chill running through him despite the heat. A million thoughts ran rampant in his mind.

Is there someone else in her life?

Does he know something I don’t?

Does he know how I feel?

Groaning, Burgie smacked the Cajun’s shoulder. “Shut up, Snaf. Don’t go starting crap.”

The sergeant first noticed the bond between Sledge and (y/n) back in training, but especially when the company landed on Peleliu. They always stuck by one another when they could, and she seemed to help calm the Marine amid his anxiety. As time went on and their relationship changed, Romus knew they had feelings for one another, even if they didn’t admit it. He’d never spoken about it to anyone, fearing it could become a rumor that would possibly get the pair in trouble if they ever acted on their feelings. Hearing Snafu insinuate something between them sent a pang of panic through him.

“We all worry about (y/n),” he continued. “But she’s a great corpsman. She can hold her own.”

Before he could finish his sentence, Eugene rose to his feet and went to take a leak. He did have to relieve himself, but he also wanted to get away from the conversation. If Snafu knew about how he felt, the man would never stop tormenting him. Even if it was in a joking way, Gene didn’t want to be the subject of Shelton’s teasing.

Just as he made it to a somewhat secluded spot, he heard Mac’s voice ring out from above him.

“I need a stovepipe boy up top!” he yelled, coming down from the ridge.

Gene slightly ducked his head behind a rock, hoping the lieutenant would miss him. To his dismay, Mac caught his movement in the corner of his eye.

“Sledge, that’s you. Bring some comm wire.”

Sighing when his superior disappeared over the ridge, he muttered, “Yes, sir,” and went to follow his orders.

The stench of excrement and death permeated the air as (y/n) walked through their temporary camp checking on the men. Her eyes watered from the smell, and it took all her willpower not to gag. Even though she’d built a great tolerance to gruesome sights and smells over her time as a corpsman, sometimes it all got to her.

Snafu’s stare replayed in her mind, and she hoped that she didn’t accidentally give herself away to the group. Worry buzzed in her stomach like the disgusting flies that seemed to be ever-present among the mud and filth of Okinawa. (Y/n) tried to busy her mind with the long list of men to check on, but she couldn’t focus more than a few moments before getting lost in her head again.

Spotting a man on her list, she called out to him.

“Hey, James,” she greeted, approaching his muddy foxhole. “How’s the ankle?”

He groaned and shook his head. “As good as it’s gonna be, Doc.”

In the barrage the day prior, the private slipped and rolled his ankle in the mud trying to get to cover. He insisted he was fine, but some of his squadmates sent (y/n) to check on him. Henry James was a stubborn young man who wasn’t even old enough to drink, yet he was on a foreign island in Southeast Asia fighting for his country…fighting to survive. She crouched beside his hole, inspecting the ankle that was elevated above the entrance.

“Were you able to stay off it much?” (y/n) asked, gently prodding the bruised skin.

“A buddy of mine took my OP shift so I didn’t have to walk around on it. It’s more stiff than anything.”

“Yeah,” she sighed. “That’s how ankles are. They’re tough-”

Her voice came to a stop as yelling filled the air. It wasn’t cheers of victory or anything of that nature. They were cries of attack…of desperation…of death. The second the sound registered in her mind, she was darting toward the ridge, hoping to get there before the shooting started in case someone got hit. The rapid beating of her heart filled her ears as she ran through the mud and past battle-weary marines. A few of them called out to her, but she didn’t hear them.

The first ping of an M-1 being fired echoed through the air as she made it to the base of the rocky ridge. Cursing under her breath, she quickly began her ascent. Finding the most solid footing, she climbed the hill, using the jagged rocks as handholds. Gunfire filled the air, silencing the screams of the enemy. (Y/n) was out of breath when she made it to the top, but she didn’t stop. Most of the fire had stopped, but a few shots still rang out.

At the moment the corpsman reached the other marines at the top of the ridge, her heart sank at the sight of Eugene unholstering his revolver and aiming at a wounded Jap.

“Cease fire!” Mac cried from the other side of the ridge. “Cease fire!”

Gene didn’t care.

“Damn, Sledge. Leave him,” Hamm muttered to the redhead.

Whipping around to face him, Eugene scowled. “What for? He’s a Jap, ain’t he?”

(Y/n) watched in horror as Gene opened fire on the man already wallowing in the mud. He missed the first two shots, but the third hit its mark, hitting the Jap just above his hip. The soldier sunk into the mud face down, his writhing coming to an end.

“Cease fire!” The Lieutenant repeated as he neared them. “Cease fire, damn it!”

Satisfied with his work, Sledge grabbed his rifle from beside Hamm and turned to descend the ridge. When he noticed (y/n) a few yards away, he froze for a moment, his eyes resembling a dark storm cloud that could start down pouring any second. Guilt seemed to cloud his usual hazel eyes, and he looked away, unable to stay steady beneath her gaze after what he’d just done. He then continued down the ridge.

Mac was quick to confront him, gripping his carbine in one hand with white knuckles.

“I told you to cease fire. What are you doing?”

The private spun to face Mac with gritted teeth.“Killing Japs,” he seethed, turning to go down the hill again.

Before he could get far, the lieutenant spoke again. “You just gave away our position!”

“I think they’ve got a pretty good idea of where we are,” Gene chuckled bitterly.

Mac pointed toward the dead Japs. “I told you to cease fire. You’re supposed to be observing, and then I see you with a damn sidearm!

“We were all sent here to kill Japs, weren’t we?” Sledge screamed, climbing back up to be nose-to-nose with his lieutenant. “So what the hell difference does it make what weapon we use?”

(Y/n) couldn’t help but flinch at Gene’s sudden outburst. She’d never seen him like this before, and she wondered what made him finally break. What was the straw that broke the camel’s back? What had happened in the five minutes she was gone?

A tear streaked down her cheek seeing the man she cared about more than anything giving in to the war. Seeing a man be reduced to a shell of who he once was was always heartbreaking, and (y/n) didn’t realize just how much until she witnessed him finally crack.

“I’d use my damn hands if I had to,” he whispered to a frozen Mac, who clenched his jaw and slowly walked past him. (Y/n) was quick to try and follow Gene once he stormed down the hill, but a gentle hand on her shoulder held her back.

It was Burgin, his face scrunched with concern. “Let ‘em cool off, (y/n/n).”

“Romus, he-”

“I know what he means to you,” he interrupted in a whisper as he glanced around them for any eavesdroppers. “But trust me. You need to leave him be for a little bit. Let him think.”

(Y/n) swallowed thickly. “Please don’t tell anyone, Burgie. I could be-”

“Your secret’s safe with me…He needs you, (y/l/n), but give him a few hours.”

Releasing a shuddering breath, her gaze dropped to the ground. “He was fine when I left. What happened?”

“I don’t know. But we did hear him hollering about something right before he went up top.”

“Thanks for everything, Burg,” she sighed, patting his shoulder softly. “I don’t know what I’d do without you and the guys.”

A sheepish smile grew on his face, and he chuckled under his breath. “You’d be a lot more ladylike, that’s for sure. The other day, I’m pretty sure I saw you smoking Sledge’s pipe.”

“Whatever,” she groaned, rubbing a hand down her dirty face. “A lot of women actually smoke, ya know?”

The rest of the afternoon did not go according to (y/n)‘s plan, and she was unable to check on Gene after he cooled down. Within an hour of his outburst, she was called back to the field hospital to assist in an all-hands-on-deck emergency following a Jap ambush. The corpsman was up to her elbows in blood, bowels, and every other bodily fluid from vomit to urine. It was a hard night, and it got even worse when a terrible rainstorm moved in, trapping her from returning to her company due to poor visibility.

(Y/n) spent the night, and most of the next day, helping around the hospital. She dressed wounds, administered pain meds, and helped transport men to the hospital ships on a Jeep. A radio call was received that told of the 1st Marine’s plans to take the ridge, and (y/n) knew she needed to be there.

She caught a ride to the ridge just in time for the assault. The men were checking their weapons and quietly conversing with each other as she walked through the various companies. When she reached her squad, however, silence filled the air. They all had thousand-yard stares, and the group was missing two guys who had been there the day before. Her pace slowed as she approached them.

“Hey, guys,” (y/n) said softly, her eyes flicking from man to man. When none of them acknowledged her, she knew something bad had happened. “Where’s Hamm and Peck?”

Silence.

She took a deep breath, trying not to imagine the worst. “Please, guys, whe-”

“Gone,” Gene interrupted harshly, his gaze snapping to hers. “Hamm's dead and Peck’s gone. He cracked.”

(Y/n) felt the all-too-familiar punch of grief knock the air from her lungs. Eugene’s hazel eyes were dark and stormy, even more so than the previous day. She swallowed thickly, attempting to push down the emotion that clogged her throat.

“What happened?” she asked shakily, her eyes never leaving Gene’s.

Before he could respond, Snafu spoke. “Doesn’t matter. They’re gone.”

“Shelton’s right,” Burgin added. “It’s hard, but we’ve got other things to focus on.”

(Y/n) nodded once and dropped her gaze to the group, blinking away the tears that burned her eyes. Two more of their group were gone. Sure, Peck wasn’t her favorite person by any means, but he was still part of their company….on their side. And Hamm…he was a kid. A kid who deserved better than to die in the mud on some foreign island.

They all deserved better.

“Let’s move out!” Mac announced, waving for them to follow.

Each man followed suit, but Eugene hung back to wait on (y/n). Seeing her tear-filled eyes, he instantly regretted opening his mouth. The anger within him seemed to dissipate momentarily as he joined her side.

“Remember, you’ve got a bullseye on your arm,” he murmured, gesturing to the red and white medic brassard on her arm. “Please be careful.”

“I will.” (Y/n) lifted her helmet to look up at him through her lashes. “You take care of yourself, too, alright?”

“Yes ma’am,” he whispered, admiring her features. His eyes trailed from her eyes down to her nose, and then to her lips before flicking back to her (y/e/c) eyes. They stayed locked in each other’s gaze for a few moments, their eyes seeming to have a silent conversation communicating everything that was left unsaid. Gene slowly reached up to cup her cheek, rubbing his thumb over her cheekbone. The racing of (y/n)‘s heart wasn’t from the artillery that had begun hammering the ridge, but Eugene’s warm caress against her cheek. Her eyes fluttered closed at the gentle touch.

They both wished the moment could last forever.

Another yell from Mac shattered the moment, leaving (y/n) missing the tenderness of his hand in its absence.

“I’ll find you after,” he said, turning around and backpedaling to catch up with his squad. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

The corner of her lips quirked into a smirk. “I’ll leave that to you.”

Once the battle had died down and all the remaining Japanese were either killed or taken prisoner, (y/n) went searching for Gene. When the bullets began to fly, she couldn’t get the boy from Mobile off her mind, and anxiety churned in her stomach as she looked for him. The stench of gasoline, blood, and burnt flesh filled the air along her ascent to the ridge. Bodies of both marines and the enemy lined the narrow path up the hill, and her eyes scanned each one, praying that none of them were the men she’d come to love dearly.

“Burgie, you seen Sledgehammer? He was just over here.”

Hearing the familiar Cajun accent, she spun toward the voice and sighed in relief when she saw Snafu atop an old bunker, his legs swinging as he sat on the edge with a cigarette hanging from his lip. Romus was talking to another sergeant a few feet away, his rifle swung around his shoulder.

“There you are!” (Y/n) called out, reaching up and slapping Snafu’s foot. It was all she could reach from his elevated position on the concrete bunker. “You alright?”

He smiled and raised an eyebrow, blowing a puff of smoke into the humid air. “Not a scratch on me,” he mused. “I don’t know where Eugene is, but don’t worry, I just saw him. He’s okay, too.”

With this news, a wave of calm washed over her, and she let out the breath she’d been holding since they parted. “Thanks, Snaf. I’ll find him.”

“Have fun,” he laughed, waving his cigarette around in front of him. “And do me a favor and fuc-”

This caught Burgie's attention. “Hey!” He interrupted, scolding Snafu like he was a parent whose child was acting up in public. “Cut it out.”

Busting out laughing, Snafu winked at (y/n), who could feel the embarrassment creeping up her cheeks at his intended comment. She raised a hand and flipped him off with a grin before continuing her search for Gene.

It took her a few minutes of wandering to spot his familiar frame among the sea of dirty green uniforms, but when she did, a huge smile painted her face. (Y/n) almost called out to him, but something stopped her.

He was sitting alone on the busted remains of a bunker with his helmeted head in his hands, his weapon lying idle in the dirt beside him. She continued toward him slowly, observing the gentle shake of his shoulders that told her he was crying.

“Hey, Gene,” (y/n) murmured with a softness that matched the gravity of the moment, lowering herself onto the earth beside him. He reacted quickly, averting his gaze and hiding his face as he wiped the tears from his dirt-covered cheeks.

Reaching over, she softly turned his face toward her. After a moment of resistance, he gave in to her gentle touch. His eyes, glistening with unshed tears, met hers. (Y/n)‘s fingertips traced the dirt-streaked paths on his cheeks, her touch a soothing escape from the horror they lived in.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, ducking to meet his eyes. “I’m here.”

Gene’s lip began to quiver, and a stifled sob escaped him as he covered his face with trembling hands. “I’m a monster, (y/n). The things I’ve done…” he strained, moving away from her comforting touch.

(Y/n) watched the play of emotions on his face as he stood up abruptly, throwing an arm out to point to a bombed-out building. The skeletal remains of what once was a home loomed in the smoky haze. “There was a family in there. Now a baby with grow up without a family! I called in the mortars up there! I did that! I’m a monster!”

“No,” she shot up, her voice cutting him off. “You are not a monster, Eugene Sledge. We are at war. We’ve all done terrible things here, but it does not make you a monster. The fact that you’re feeling like you are proves you’re not. It means you’re human, Gene.”

Another tear streaked down his cheek as he clenched his teeth. “After Bill and everyone we’ve lost, I wanted to get them back. I wanted to. You saw me yesterday!”

“Eugene! Look at me!” she ordered, cupping his cheeks as she implored his attention. His gaze wandered everywhere but her face until she spoke again, her tone much softer this time. “Hon, please look at me.”

Tear-filled hazel eyes met hers, and she tugged him a little closer, they’re faces only inches apart. “We all want to get them back. You are not a monster.”

“I don’t know who I am anymore,” he croaked, more tears spilling down his cheeks. “What if this is who I am now?”

“I know exactly who you are. You are Eugene Bondurant Sledge. You’re still that same boy from Mobile, Alabama who loved his dog more than anything, the same one who loved to fish with his father, and the very same one who I fell in love with before we even stepped foot on foreign soil.”

A sob escaped his lips, and his eyes squeezed shut, overwhelmed by her words. “There’s no way you can love me like this. You deserve someone else who-”

“I don’t love anyone else, Gene!” she urged, tears stinging her eyes. “I love you, and I’ll say it over and over, every single day, for as long as it takes to make you believe me.”

Shaking his head, he tried to break free from her touch, but she held on. “I’m not a good man.”

“You are good, Eugene. You are a good man. We’ve all done things we’re not proud of, but it’s how we respond to them that makes us who we are. This right here? It proves you’re a good man.”

Her words seemed to break through in his mind, and he froze for a moment. Pulling off his helmet, he moved (y/n)‘s hands from his face and cupped her cheeks, his red eyes still glossy. “I love you,” he murmured, voice wavering. “And I will spend the rest of my life working to be worthy of you if you’ll let me.”

The tears (y/n) had been holding back filled her eyes, a few of them trickling from her waterline. She nodded in his gentle hold. “You already are.”

He wiped a few tears away softly, a lopsided smile forming on his lips. “You’re too good for this world, darlin’,” Gene cooed. “You always see the good in people. Even me.”

With utmost care, Gene reached up and removed (y/n)‘s helmet, her tousled (y/h/c) spilling out. The fading sun added a soft glow to their faces, emphasizing the exhaustion etched in their features. As he delicately held the helmet aside, Eugene’s eyes met (y/n)‘s, a silent understanding passing between them. He closed the gap, his breath mixing with hers as his eyes lingered on her face, taking in every detail-the mud smudges, the fatigue-as if memorizing each nuance.

With a gentle touch, he pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was a tender blend of longing and comfort, a quiet promise to stay by the other’s side. In that moment, the world around them ceased to exist. Time slowed as they embraced, finding solace in the simple act of being together at last. The sounds of war faded into the background, replaced by the gentle symphony of two hearts seeking refuge in the warmth of each other’s touch.

#hbowarsanta23 #i hope you liked it!!#hbo war #the pacific #hbowar #the pacific x reader #the pacific imagines #the pacific imagine #eugene sledge #eugene sledgehammer sledge #eugene sledge x reader #eugene sledge x medic!reader #gene sledge #sledgehammer #eugene sledge imagines #snafu shelton #merriell shelton #ww2

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footprintsinthesxnd · 10 months

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HBOWAR MASTERLIST

Band of Brothers

Disclaimer: any writing of Band of Brothers/The Pacific/Masters of the Air characters is strictly based of their fictional representation within the show and is meant as no disrespect to the real hero’s.

Dick Winters

It’s Just Too Late

With All My Heart

Loving Her Was Red Series Masterlist

Lewis Nixon

Forgive Me

Young Love and Old Money series masterlist

The Angel of Easy

Ronald Spiers

The Night We Met

Good Girl

Anything For You

Nothing Matters

Eugene Roe

Midnights

I’ll Wait For You

Heart to Heart Series Masterlist

George Luz

Lucky Strikes

In Your Arms

We’ll Take on the World Series masterlist

Chuck Grant

All Too Well

The Proposal

Bull Randleman

Epiphany

Shifty Powers

Paper Rings

Joseph Liebgott

Out of the Woods

Johnny Martin

It’s Not Christmas Without You

David Webster

A Larks Song Series Masterlist

Skip Muck

Country Roads

The Pacific

Eugene Sledge

Empty Chair at Empty Tables

Masters of the Air

Gale Cleven

On a Wing and a Prayer Series Masterlist

John Egan

A Second Chance

Harry Crosby

Beneath the Blue Sky

Ken Lemmons

Beneath the Blue Sky

Robert Rosenthal

Just Friends?

#band of brothers #band of brothers imagine #ww2 #101stairbornedivision #101st airborne #easy company #the pacific #hbowar #masters of the air #gale cleven #Eugene sledge #band of brothers x reader

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sarah-457 · 6 months

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"Hiya, darling!" Bull Randleman 🌻

Warning ⚠️ smut present:)

This it my first fic so I hope you enjoy

Y/n was walking towards the lounging soldiers next to the fire. She was extremely tired. Having barely slept in the last week, she constantly tended to the wounded, almost never leaving their side. However, one specific injured man was too proud to ask for help, so she had to hunt him down so she could treat him. She stopped next to Bull; he had a deep gash on his forehead.

"Hiya, darling!" was the first thing he said to her. "Hiya, darling. I really don't think your sweet talk is going to get you out of this." Y/n and Bull were close friends, attached at the hip. No one knew exactly how they became friends, especially since Bull was never a very open person. But he had a soft spot for Y/n, maybe even a little crush on her, though he would never admit it, knowing he would never hear the end of it from his friend Jonny Martin, so he decided to ignore his feelings.

"Darling, I'm fine," he said. "Go look at the other guys; don't worry about me." Y/n replied, "Bull, I'm a medic. Worrying about you is my job." She grabbed his arm and tried to pull him away from the fire and to the aid station, but Bull, being much larger and stronger than her, didn't budge. "Come on, Bull. I'm already tired. I really do not want to deal with this. Could you please just work with me?" Bull smiled at the girl. He stood up and walked away from his friends.

When they reached the aid station, she pointed at a chair. "Sit down," she said. Bull listened to her and sat down, waiting for her.

"Now, let me have a look at your head." She grabbed his jaw with her hands and turned his face so he was looking at her. She started to sanitize the wound, and Bull winced slightly.

As she tended to Bull's wound, he couldn't help but notice a loose strand of hair. Unable to resist, he reached out and gently brushed it away from Y/n's face. "How are you actually doing, darling?" Bull asked. He noticed the confused look on her face, to which she replied, "You're asking me when you're the one hurt. That's not how this works, Bull," Y/n said with a gentle smile.

As Bull gazed into Y/n's eyes, a hint of vulnerability and affection shone through. He couldn't help but feel a strong connection to her, not just as a friend or a medic caring for his wounds, but as someone who had touched his heart. Bull leaned a little closer, his voice softer. "I'm asking because I care about you, Y/n, not just as my medic but as someone I've come to admire in these trying times." Y/n's cheeks flushed slightly at his words, and she continued to clean and dress his wound.

"Well, Bull, I appreciate that. It's been a tough week, but I'm managing. We'll get you patched up, and you'll be back on your feet in no time."

"What if I don't want to be back on my feet?" Bull said. "What if I want to stay with you?" Y/n replied with a smile, "Then I would say that you'd be crazy."

Bull leaned in closer, "And what if I said that I liked you, Y/n?"

As Bull's words hung in the air, Y/n's heart raced with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She had always harbored a deep admiration for Bull, but the thought that he might share similar feelings left her almost breathless. She looked into his eyes, searching for sincerity, and then, with a shy smile, she admitted, "Bull, I... I've liked you too, more than I've ever let on."

A warm and genuine smile spread across Bull's face as he reached out to gently cup Y/n's cheek. "I'm glad I finally had the courage to tell you. And I'm even happier that you feel the same way," he said softly.

He gently pulled her closer, cupped her cheeks, and kissed her. She was hesitant at first, not knowing what to do, but Bull took the lead, and she kissed him back. Their lips fitted perfectly together, as if they were made for each other. Bull and Y/n pulled away from each other, both with blushing cheeks, but smiles on their faces.

Bull stood up towering over y/n and taking her hand, gently in his,

how about we take this somewhere more private like the sergeant barracks they’re usually empty at this hour since everyone is outside eating dinner?

Y/n felt her cheeks, heating up again but nodded

Together, they walked towards the barracks when they entered the room Bull pulled her closer and kissed her again, this time more hungrily. She kissed him back. It was a heated kiss, they moved towards the bed lips Still attached.

Bull hovered on top of y/n and she could feel his hard on pressing against her leg

She looks up at bull and he asked are you sure about this?

She nodded with a smile and began to pull off his shirt.

Y/n looked at his toned body and felt herself getting wet.

Both where now completely naked and they just admired each other

Bull was huge and his dick was just as huge as the rest of him

Y/n looked at it with wide eyes. That’s not gonna fit, she said

It’s going to be fine darling bull said with a chuckle.

He leaned in close, his expression serious as he looked down at you , "Please, promise me you'll let me know if I ever hurt you." He said

Y/n nodded and smiled I’m gonna need you to say that out loud y/n.

“I promise that I’ll let you know if it hurts,” Y/n said with a smile.

Bull started to kiss her neck and jawline, slowly moving towards her breast y/n was not used to this kind of stimulation her never being with a man like this before she Was moaning every time he sucked on her neck

Which only made bull more turned on.

He aligned himself at her entrance and and asked, are you ready?

Y/n nodded and he slowly started to push his length in. y/n moaned loudly it hurt a little bit. It wasn’t as bad as she was expecting it to be. But she has never felt so full in her life.

Bull saw a little blood and became worried Hey you’re still doing okay bull asked.Y/n responded with a strained I’m fine.

Good cuz I am about a quarter in

Y/n eyes widened, turns to look at bull.

He looked at her with a cheeky smile and gave her a kiss.

He slowly started to push himself further. She clenched so hard around him. That he knew he wouldn’t last long with her.

Now, he was fully inside her

Bull gave y/n some time to adjust to his size and when she squeezed his arm, he took that as a signal to start

he started slow, to make y/n as comfortable as possible. Bull let out a moan “you are really tight darling” he said with a grunt.

Y/n just kissed him and he continued to pump inside her but with a bit more force than before.

Oh, fucking hell!” Y/n cried out the pleasure was becoming a lot for her.

Bull was starting to move faster and faster, and

Y/n moaned loudly and bull kissed her to keep her from making any more sounds.

“Keep going” she Squealed! He grabbed one of her legs and hooked his arm under it pulling her in a new position and a new form of pleasure.

“Oh g-god yes!!” She screamed bull could feel her starting to clench harder on his dick and he knew she was close hè started to move faster.

Y/n soon felt her climax causing her whole body shake as she felt the waves from her climax course thru her. “B-bull!!”she screamed out in pleasure

It did not Take bull long before he also felt his climax he quickly pulled out and came on her thigh.

They just laid there for a wile until bull started to clean Y/n up and they both got dressed.

that was the most amazing sex ever, Y/n exclaimed bull chuckled and looked at her with Pure, adoration in his eyes.

Let’s make the next time even better, he responded and he pulled her in for a kiss.

#bull randleman #Denver randleman #bull #bull randleman smut #george luz #hbo war #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers headcanons #band of brothers #band of brothers smut #carwood lipton #lewis nixon #eugene sledge #ron speirs #bill guarnere #joe liebgott #dick winters

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donovanlizzie · 3 months

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THE CORPSWOMAN

The year is 1942, Evangeline Yoet, a 19 year old, girl who had finished medical school and was looking for a job.

After her brother goes missing and presumed dead after joining the marines, she joins as a corpsman in the hopes of finding her brother and doing her bit for America to win the Pacific war.

[ALL RIGHTS GO THE THE PRODUCERS OF HBO'S ' THE PACIFIC' NO DISRESPECT TOWARDS ANYONE INVOLVED IN THE PACIFIC WAR OR MARINE CORPS]

[WARNINGS: LANGUAGE, DESCRIPTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND WAR]

CHAPTER ONE - 1942

CHAPTER TWO - BECOMING A CORPSMAN

CHAPTER THREE - ARRIVAL INTO THE WAR ZONE

CHAPTER FOUR - PELELIU LANDING AND THE AIRFIELD

CHAPTER FIVE - CROSSING THE AIRFIELD

CHAPTER SIX - IT'S MORE DANGEROUS AT NIGHT

MASTERLIST

THE PACIFIC MASTERLIST

#joe mazzello #the pacific #the pacific hbo #the pacific imagines #hbo war #eugene sledge

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deputy-buck · 4 months

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The Lovers - Nine Inch Nails

Confusion is seducing me warm flowing wine His eyes summer Hypnotize they see inside of me Hot swollen skin want me take me perfect embrace Black and bloody Rotten and perfect The center has moved on and all that's left is free ... Please don't leave me here I could stop it Maybe I could stop it if I wanted to But I'm not the one driving anymore I know who I am But I know who I am Right? Please take me there with you

#Um #yeah #so heres this thing #i'll probably post some sort of abstract fic about this later but right now none of it is coming out right #and yes I know that a biothane collar would be impossible to obtain in the 40's #imagine it's dyed leather #but for now we just look at it and think of how pretty those colors would be against gene's skin <3 #oh boy I just thought of how i usually do phonetic alphabet names for pups and to be period accurate he would be Easy or Sugar and UGH #LOVE SUGAR BUT IT SEEMS TOOO CHEESY #so pup gene it is #moodboard #puppyplay #eugene/sidney #eugene sledge #pup gene #sidney phillips #the pacific #nine inch nails #buck builds

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imaginesbymk · 1 year

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IMAGINE — BEING KILLED IN ACTION, WHICH TEARS EUGENE AND SNAFU’S FRIENDSHIP APART.

[x] NON REQUESTED

“WOULD you quit giving me that fuckin’ look?” Snafu grunted at his best friend.

“Why?” Eugene snapped, the Japanese bayonet he was about to bring home as a souvenir was now thrown onto the ground. “At least I’m lookin’ out for everyone. You just looked the other way.”

“I didn’t do shit!” Snafu shouts, attracting the company’s attention. “And neither did you! It’s not my fault that y/n got killed!”

“You looked the other way!” Eugene cries.

“It wasn’t my fucking fault, Sledge!” He cries back.

“It’s no one’s fault but theirs!” The boys looked up at the elevated hill made of mud and dirt. Burgin’s authoritative voice overpowered them. It pained him to see his two friends take their anger and heartbreak out on each other, and losing humanity was the last thing he wanted for someone like Eugene.

But seeing you get hit by that sniper changed Eugene forever—creating a chain reaction of his friendship with Snafu. “Now both of you, shut up!”

#the pacific x reader #the pacific imagines #the pacific imagine #hbo the pacific #the pacific gif #eugene sledge #snafu shelton #reader insert #gif imagine #the pacific gif imagine

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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 1 year

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Are you taking fic requests for Joe Mazzello?

yes, i will definitely be doing him as well. there's not enough fics of him out there. we truly need to fix that

I'll take requests of him or really any of his characters.

Eugene sledge (the pacific)

Tim Murphy (Jurassic Park) -old or young

John Deacon (bohrhap)

Pat Murray (Undrafted)

Charles (wooly boys)

or any others of his.

#joseph mazzello #joe mazzello #ben hardy #tim murphy #eugene sledge #john deacon #pat murray #requests #imagine #bohemian rhapsody #jurrassic park #undrafted #the pacific

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ithinkabouttzu · 3 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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malarkgirlypop · 6 months

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Lemonade [Eugene Sledge x Fem!OC]

"Something sweet?"

Am I supposed to be studying for states? YES.

Do I want to write a whole story for my new OC and Sledgehammer? Of course I do!

Should I? No probs not, should probably focus on my studies.

Will I? Yes I will because I love to procrastinate.

COMING SOON!

#the pacific #eugene sledge #ww2 #the pacific imagine #the pacific x OC #Eugene Sledge x Fem!OC #hbo war #snafu

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blood-mocha-latte · 3 months

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*crawls to you* rie if ur still taking requests may I plz req a lil sidsledge fic inspired by the lyrics/song ribs by lorde?? if possible <3

erin my beloved anything for you truly. i am always taking requests so long as they are this brilliant i hope you enjoy <3

i. ribs by lorde

He always left his window half-cracked open, if not to hear the cicadas or the soft murmur of wind through trees than so Eugene could slip nimble fingers under the glass pane and push into his bedroom.

He didn't ever go to the door, and Sid didn't blame him none; they both still lived with their parents, and although he was sure he could explain this in some way that made any semblance of sense to either the Phillips or the Sledge’s, he didn't feel like he should.

This was just them. Always had been, in a way.

Eugene didn't make a noise, climbing up the side of the house and pushing through his window, foot hitting the wooden planks of Sid’s bedroom floor with nary a sound. Sid stayed in bed, face tilted up towards the ceiling, pretending to be asleep.

Unlike him, Eugene closed the window all the way, blocking out all noise that wasn't his breathing, steady and slow, or Sid’s own. Sid imagined that he could hear a heartbeat, and pretended that it ain’t his.

He only knew that Eugene came closer when the mattress dipped with the weight of him, Eugene pushing under the covers of his bed to lay next to him without saying a word.

Sid rolled over, throwing an arm around Eugene’s waist and tugging him closer, his back to Sid’s chest, tangling their legs together and keeping his eyes closed. “Dream?” He asked, a tired murmur.

Because he didn't think there’s any way that Eugene Sledge would clamber through his window and climb into his bed with him like they were eight years old, all over again, for anything less than a dream.

Eugene’s hand found his – both of them scarred and calloused, marked by motors and mud – and laced their fingers together carefully. Sid couldn’t see his face, pressed his nose to the column of his neck.

“No.” Eugene whispered to him, socked foot rubbing absently along the length of Sid’s calf. “Just thinkin’.”

Oh.

That was even worse, than a dream.

“Good thoughts?” Sid asked, even though he knew that they wouldn’t be. Eugene leaned further back into him, and Sid tightened his grip to compensate for it.

“Not bad ones.” Eugene said, voice lilting around his words and softening them. “Just… different.”

“Different.”

“Mm. Thoughts I wouldn’t have had, before.”

What before was went unsaid, because it could. Because neither of them wanted to say it. Sid pressed his lips to Eugene’s pulse point almost absently.

“I’ve been havin’ more of those, too.” He said, like he was maybe at absolution. Like he had a confession. “All turned around on ‘em. They ain’t bad, just different.”

Eugene’s fingers smoothed along the back of his hand, where it rested over his sternum. “We got different minds now, I think.” He said, almost softly. “From what we had before.”

Sid hummed. “Guess it comes with gettin’ older.” He said, trying to feel wise, drowsiness not-withstanding.

“Guess so.”

They were both about a million years old, now. Sid turned twenty-two three weeks ago, Eugene following after him a week after that. Both old enough to watch a nation turn, both old enough to watch friends turn into dust.

The thought made Sid close his eyes again. “What’re you doin’ tomorrow?” He asked, and Eugene hummed.

“Thinkin’ I’ll go down to the wharf.” He said. “Then, if it’s too busy, go out to the woods. Try and find somethin’ new.”

“Mind if I go with you?”

“Don’t you got a job?”

“I don’t have to go if I don’t want to. Don’t think I will, tomorrow. Not like my parents’ll do anything.” Sid would rather stay with Eugene, who shifted in his hold.

“I’d like it,” Eugene murmured. “If you’d go with me.”

Sid just pressed his lips to Eugene’s neck again, letting himself be lulled back into a half-sleep.

He didn’t really mind much, being so old. Being so different. So long as Gene kept climbing through his window.

#rie writes #*shotguns a beer full of benadryl*#COVID BRAIN WRITING #come to think of it. i don’t think i’ve ever actually written sidsledge if not bedridden and drugged up #also erin. erin my god ribs is THEE sidsledge song i can’t believe this this is incredible #also i rewatched forrest gump earlier today which may have influenced parts of this and now i’m sad. off to chug some more dayquil #the pacific #eugene sledge #sidney phillips #sidsledge #hbo war

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lewis-winters · 1 year

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🥺 may I ask for Zombie Apocalypse weapon/fighting style for the K company boys? (Ack-ack, Hillbilly, Sledge, Snafu, Burgie, Jay, Leyden)

OF COURSE YOU MAY

1) Merriell Shelton - oh he goes first because you fucking KNOW he pulls a michonne hawthorne and drags around several zombies with their lower jaw and arms cut off tied to several leashes in order to mask his smell from zombie hordes. also? machete for SURE. man's scrappy as all hell he'll go down fighting. he doesn't do guns, but he does do an assortment of knives.

2) Eddie Jones - I just had this really funny mental image of him smashing up several zombie with his guitar. Not a good choice of weapon seeing as it would fall apart easy, but it does go down the direction I think he'd go down, which is swinging stuff around. A metal bat, for sure. He strikes me as a kind of person whose weapons are extensions of himself. A bit like John-Wick-Throwing-A-Gun-At-Someone's-Head-Once-He-Runs-Out-Of-Bullets kinda vibe, ya know? He'd also have a gun, but just a small one. Backup.

3) Andrew Haldane - Ooof, ok definitely a rifle of some kind, but small. I also contemplated pistol, which I think he does carry, too. But that's like a back-up thing. He has a lot of back-ups on him. Andy's thing, I think, as their leader, is to appear as non-threatening as possible to anybody on the outside, because I feel like he holds true to his morals and belief that there isn't anyone he can't win over? He has his boys to back him up, in case shit goes down, but he's also not stupid, he knows he has to carry something. So I think he carries small pistols, like a revolver or a glock. A knife in his boot. Things easy to hide and are probably last resort use. That kinda thing.

4) RV Burgin - oh definitely the rifle. practical, quick, big enough that even without ammo it's a weapon in and of itself. He fights very by the book, Burgie, as if he's at a war with Geneva Conventions to adhere to and not in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. He's like a well oiled machine, just point him somewhere and off he goes. Also very adaptable, as I said, he can use his rifle even without ammo and he won't hesitate to use anything else around him, too.

5) Jay de L'eau - I just keep thinking Bazooka, since that's what we saw him use in the airfield, but I like to think Bill would get those big ones, ya know? Jay would probably get his hands on a big one and then kinda just ditch it for something smaller and more manageable in tight spaces BUT is also still long distance, like a crossbow! it's long distance, but it's silent and easy to reload. obviously he'll have to scrounge up the arrows, but I have a feeling he knows how to make his own, too.

6) Bill Leyden - SOMEBODY GIVE THIS BOY A FLAMETHROWER not even for practical reasons you just fucking KNOW he'd be fantastic on a flamethrower!! he'd have the time of his life let him have a flamethrower. maybe even a bazooka. it'd be so cool.

7) Eugene Sledge - um. where do you think the nickname Sledgehammer came from in this AU? of fucking course the boy is smashing up zombie brains with a massive sledgehammer. not quite as gracefully or fluidly as Hillbilly, since there's so much weight at the end of his weapon as compared to a metal bat, BUT there's fucking INTENT in all his swings. that's the primal rage. sometimes, I feel like he'd go after these suckers with his bare hands. He'd have something traditional at first, though, like his hunting rifle from his dad. and lowkey? I also think he'd use Deacon as a weapon. I mean, I'm aware that he's a herding dog, but push comes to shove, I think he'd take advantage of the dog's protective nature just a bit? Like he definitely would allow Deacon to go for the jugular from time to time, like if they're cornered? yeah, I could imagine that.

#ask #zombie apocalypse au #merriell shelton #eddie jones #andrew haldane #eugene sledge #rv burgin #jay de l'eau #bill leyden #tp aus #tp hcs

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THE CORPSWOMAN

CHAPTER THREE - Arrival into the war zone

The next morning Evangeline was once again packing her bag, this time with a lot more equipment. She made sure her multiple med kits, clothes, poncho and blankets were packed before adding the rest of the kit. She put her journal back in the Brest pocket of her army jacket. Evangeline had been using the journal to copy down some notes and a few diagrams from the lectures the corpsmen had to sit through. She changed back into full uniform and platted her frizzy ginger hair into a french braid and hooked the strap of the helmet onto her bag pack.

Evangeline was also given a smaller bag which had more medical equipment in it such as sulphur power, morphine and gauzes. also strapping that to the side of her pack. " All right!" The MPs shouted "load up!". Everyone cleared their barracks and clambered into the back of vans and small cars. Everyone would be told their company once they had pulled up to it in camp, even though Evangeline know she would be most likely going to King company, the MPs could change their minds at the last minute adding to the nerves that she already had.

" You alright Yoet?" Another corpsman who she had befriended during her time here asked. His name was Alister Bates. " yeah i am, its just- this is it" Evangeline spoke fiddling with her bag pack buckle as they sat in the trucks waiting to go.

" Hell yeah this is it, we finally get to kill some Japs!" Another marine interjected from next to Bates. "Yeah, finally" herself and Bates replied nervously as Bates shoved a cigarette in his mouth and offered her one. Evangeline didn't smoke but she took it anyway slipping it into her front pocket, nodding thanks as the van finally pulled away.

"King company!" The driver shouted as the MPs stood up to read the names out. He read through the new recruits first and then got onto corpsman. "Yoet, Evangeline, your up, get out and let's move !" Evangeline quickly grabbed her stuff and jumped off the van. " Good luck Yoet, maybe I'll see you out there!" Bates yelled after her as the trucks pulled away and he was taken to his part of the number of companies. She smiled slightly and waved back turning away to look for the people in charge who she learned was Captain Heldaine and Hillbilly.

" Excuse me, I'm looking for Heldaine and Hillbilly?" Evangeline asked a group of men who were sat on wooden benches outside of their tent. "Come to keep them company?" One of them joked. "Chuckler! Come on!" Another one scowled his friend. Unlike Chuckler, who had a round face, black curly hair and shit eating grin permanently slapped onto his face, this man as very handsome and had bright blue eyes. "Ignore him, I'm Bob, Bob leckie" he said holding his hand out for her to shake. She did as he now smiled brightly as she returned it , " H company" "Our camp got smashed last night, hence why the rest of us who survived are crowding King company" A skinny man spoke. " I'm Runner by the way" He put his cigarette out on the bench next to him and shook her hand. " Nice to meet you, I'm Evangeline Yoet, I'm the new corpswoman for K company" She smiled at the three of them whist tucking a piece of hair behind her ear that had fallen out of the braid. "Lucky K company eh?" Chuckler grinned looking Evangeline up and down, this caused runner to hit him up side the head. "Ouch-fuckin' A aright" he grimaced rubbing the back of his head making her chuckle slightly.

"Heldaine's tent is up the path to the left" lecky said pointing down the dirt path. Evangeline nodded thanks and turned to walk away when leckie yelled after her . " Yoet! wait!".

He smiled jogging up behind her, handing her a piece of crumpled up paper, "Heres our company address, keep In touch".

"Thanks" Evangeline smiled shoving the paper in her pocket. "And Yoet?" Chuckler called out, " try and keep out of the sun, gingers can burn easily!" " Fuck you " she joked flipping him off and running off towards Heldaine's tent, smiling hearing the rest of the boys laughing at him.

" Captain Heldaine?" Evangeline asked poking her head into his tent. "Yes, who are you?" He questioned looking up from his makeshift desk and setting his papers down, squinting his eyes at her. "Come in" Evangeline shuffled into the tent nervously, " I'm Evangeline Yoet, the new corpsman for your company?" she spoke hoisting her bag further up her shoulder. " Private Yoet?" He mused " your not supposed to be here until Thursday ?" He said standing up from his desk and walking over to her. " Today is Thursday sir" She said sending him a lop sided smile as she nervously looked at the ground. Heldaine's expression change as soon as he looked down at his watch. " Ah- so it is" he stated in amusement . Suddenly a tall blonde marine walked in the entrance of the tent. " Sorry Captain Heldaine, I didn't realise you were with somebody" he said before retreating away from the door. "It's alright private Philips, what do you need?" Heldaine called out to him. "Major Laurent asked me to help setting the new king company recruits seeing as H company is staying here for a while" he spoke. The boy. 'Phillips' looked to be the same age as Evangeline maybe a little bit younger, he wore a white tank top and army trousers, his dog tags hung loosely round his neck and she could see the beads of sweat running down his face from were she was standing. " yes, yes that's fine, although Hillbilly said he saw you rolling around on the floor with one of mine" Heldaine spoke in a stern but amused voice. 'Phillips' laughed nervously and wiped his brow with his forearm. " Ha- y-yes sir, He's my friend from mobile sir " he stuttered in embarrassment. " King company"

"Speaking of new recruits, private Phillips, meet Private Evangeline Yoet, the new K company corpsman" Heldaine said nodding his head toward Evangeline. "Nice to meet you ma'am, Sydney Phillips" Sydney smiled shaking her free hand, " take it you arrived here today?" He said putting his hands in his pockets. " Yes, yes I did" " Phillips, now you here you can take Private Yoet to her tent in K company, bring her and your friend to get some chow" Heldaine spoke scratching his stubbly face. " I'll catch up with you later Yoet" he nodded. "Yes sir" Evangeline smiled shooting a small salute, turning to follow Sydney out the door of the tent.

"How the hell did a dame like you end up in a place like this ?" Sydney asked walking her through the K/H company camp area. " Thought I'd do some good joining the medical team, seeing as what you put into the world you get back" Evangeline replied swiftly dodging the Marines wizzing in and around the camp. " That and my brother was part of the Marines" " Was?" Sydney questioned looking back at her in confusion. "He was in the old Queen company, blown to smithereens apparently- although nothing was proved and his tags haven't been found" Evangeline replied a he lead her into a tent.

" That's a damn shame Yoet, a damn fuckin' shame" he spoke as he closed the curtain of the tent. Two more marines were sat on separate cots and looked up once we had walked in. "Evangeline Yoet, this is my best friend Eugene Sledge and Mr Bill Layden" Sydney introduced. Eugene was skinny, ginger and pale like me, he had big green eyes and freckles dusted over his nose and cheeks.He looked looked about 19 years of age. Bill on the other hand was short and stockey he had muddy brown eyes and a permanent scowl etched onto his face. He looked up grunted, then went back to tiring his laces. "Nice to meet you Evangeline Yoet" Eugene smiled shaking her hand. Evangeline shook it smiling slightly. "Like wise" "These bed are ours, take that one in the corner" Bill spoke still not looking up from his laces. She put her bags down and took off her jacket and placed it on the end of the bed, she was left in her army trousers and white T-shirt. " Right then, let's get you guys some chow" Sydney said slapping his thighs and leading the three of them out of the tent.

The chow station was full of wooden picnic benches and a small kitchen space, once the kitchen staff dished up the grey paste like 'food', Sydney handed them their tins and they walked to a table to sit down. " So where you from Yoet?" Bill asked as he grimaced at his chow. "Huntsville, Alabama" Evangeline spoke picking at the gruel in her food tinny. " What about you?" she asked looking back at the three boys in front of her. "Myself and Syd are from mobile" Eugene stated. Looking over like an excited puppy. "California" Bill mumbled with his mouth full of the grey chow. Before they could speak anymore, another marine walked up to them, "Sledge, Yoet and Layden, there's some oil drums that need scrubbing', Ack-Acks orders" He spoke roughly. he was shirtless skinny with tanned skin, black hair and sea blue eyes. He had a cigarette Hanging out of his mouth as he barked at them again, "NOW".

" I'll see you guys round" Sydney laughed taking the rest of our chow and scooping it into his tinny. As the three followed the rude marine he span around to talk to them, " The names Merrill Shelton, I don't wanna know yours, but I suppose you'll tell me anyway" he grumbled in a south Louisianan accent. "Evangeline Yoet" "Eugene sledge" "Bill Layden"

As they reached a clearing, Shelton jumped onto the top of an old jeep. " there's the barrels, get scrubbin' " he spoke lighting another cigarette and blowing the smoke in their direction. Bill shook his head slightly as they picked up the barrels and began to scrub the insides of them.

"Jesus Shelton, you got dames doing your jobs now?" Another voice chuckled. The three looked over quickly and then continued whilst Shelton grinned with his cigarette hanging from his lips once again. " The names James Burgin, people call me Burgie" he smiled holding his hand out for them to shake. Evangeline held her hand out last but then realised that they were covered in oil. " It don't matter, it'll wash off" Burgin smiled shaking her hand and putting his back in his pockets. " Evangeline Yoet" She spoke introducing herself. "Yoet?" Burgin questioned, " wasn't there a Yoet in Queen company?" He asked Shelton who shrugged his shoulders. " Yes- Yes, he's my brother" Evangeline replied slowly scrubbing the barrel again. " Damn, The japs are ruthless- see you three, four round" he mused eyeing Shelton before walking away.

"Come on Yoet, no more chit chat, these barrels ain't gon' clean themselves" Shelton barked form the car. " why don't you get down here and help out?" she snapped turning into face him. " fuck that shit - I scrub drums for no man" he mused half laughing smoking the last of his cigarette. Evangeline breathed a laugh slightly shaking her head a the three of them continued to scrub the barrels for about an hour.

"Can we at least take a break?" Eugene breathed. Shelton jumped down for the car finally, " you can do what you want, I ain't in charge" he snorted walking away from us slowly. " i just like the watch the new guys sweat". " Are you fucking kidding me?" Bill growled wiping his brow and throwing his destroyed brush into the half clean barrel in frustration. "Fuckin' A" Evangeline said out of breath, doing the same thing as him. Luckily her white shirt wasn't as dirty as she'd thought it was going to be, although all of their hands and forearms were covered in oil, grit and dirt. " Come on, lets go get cleaned up, maybe we can explore the island ?" Eugene stated looking back at the two of them. Bill hurried to wash his hands quickly mumbling something about going back to bed and staying there for the rest of the day instead of looking at some sand, leaving Evangeline and Eugene on their own. "North Alabama then?" He questioned grinning at her shyly. "South Alabama then ?" Evangeline smirked back smirked " The north has always ben better than the south" She chuckled. " WOW' Eugene mused rolling his eyes and laughing. " and to think I liked you Yoet" they both laughed a little to loudly which caused other Marines to look over at them confused as to why anyone would be laughing in a place like this.

" Burgin said you have a brother?" He asked after a few seconds of silence. " Yeah, he was in the old Queen company, they were shelled but no trace of any of the company was ever found, we were just told he disappeared" Evangeline explained picking her nails as they continued to walk to wards he beach to wash off the oil from before. "How'd you find that out?" Eugene asked. "A few marines from the boat, they took great pleasure in telling me I had a target on my back being a corpsman" She continued, kicking the rocks along the path.

Once they had reached the seashore, Evangeline and Eugene quickly washed away the dirt and grime from their hands and arms until they were relatively clean. ————————— The two of them were back on the beach when Sydney told them that he would be leaving back to the states.

Eugene seemed heartbroken.

" It's typical isn't it, I finally get out here and you get chosen to go home" Eugene grumbled smiling up at at his friend slightly. Sydney laughed and slapped Eugene on the back and lead them along the sea front. They found another spot to sit down on and the boys began to speak about old times and What Sydney got up to in Melbourne. Evangeline then noticed a small crab crawling over to them, she was surprised that anything like that was still living after what had happened here.

Suddenly Sydney put his cigarette out on the poor thing. "Jesus!" "Syd!" Her and Eugene exclaimed looking up at Sydney in disbelief. " once you two get out there, you'll forget you're human" he explained walking away from them . Shortly after that Evangeline and Eugene made their way back to the tent. As promised Bill was wrapped up in his blankets, Eugene sat down to read and , she decided to write a letter to her family telling them she'd made it to camp alright and that she would be going into the first battle in the next few days.

CHAPTER FOUR

#joe mazzello #the pacific #the pacific imagines #the pacific hbo #hbo war #eugene sledge #sledgehammer

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