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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.

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musedblues · 10 months

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*rubs hands together* hehehehe

"them gently tilting your chin" from the lovely prompts with eugene sledge pls and thank 💚

He was never bold. Not before the war. And hardly so afterward. Gene was adventurous, yes, before the war. Always blazing his bike across the dirt paths that connected your hamlet. Always chasing you through the trees and begging to stay out even though dusk threatened to blacken the night. But he was too shy to be bold. He was too reserved in his mannerisms. He was reticent when it usually counted most.

Yes, he raced you with glee from tree to trunk, but Gene withheld talk of dreams and he kept quiet about his truest feelings. That never stopped you from asking all kinds of questions, though. You asked what he wanted to be when he was old enough to decide. You asked where he would move if he could; you asked what made him tick and you asked why he never brought anyone else but you out to theses woods to waste away so many afternoons. Gene would never answer, not really. He would shrug and sometimes smile and go on skipping rocks at your side.

And then the war came. And Gene went with it. And that was bold of him, you thought. The boy who never dared to dream out loud was suddenly up and gone to the other side of the world, fighting for it. Of course, he didn't tell you. His mama did, some Sunday afternoon. She pulled you aside in the middle of the market and said Gene was too worried he'd upset you. Too shy to say he wanted you to write. She told you he'd already left, and you went to spend the afternoon skipping rocks alone.

Gene wrote you once, and you thought that was bold of him. He'd left you without a goodbye, and he didn't even address as much in his scrawling. He wrote about the weather and some friends he'd made. And you didn't expect him to write about how tired he must've been or how scared. But you wished he would've. And you wrote him back as much. Your letter was never returned.

You didn't see him when he got home. Not right away. You'd heard his family mention the fact that Gene was safe and sound and more reserved than ever. You didn't expect him to come knocking on your door and sweep you off your feet. Gene would never be so bold. But you wished he would've at least met you halfway; at curb where your neighborhoods connected, so you could tell him that you had missed him. That you still did. Had his sense of adventure been lost after his exploit across the ocean?

You wracked your brain, wondering if you should wait for him to come and see how you'd been. You wondered if Gene would answer the door if you went to call on him. You worried yourself into a frenzy over etiquette, were you just meant to leave Gene be, now that he was home? Would he even be the same sort of friend to you?

You wondered and worried all the way across town, kicking pebbles on the path that led to the pond, in the middle of the woods. You took a trail that was only worn into the ground from Gene's bike tracks. You recognized the pattern of the tire marks.

You recognized the very bike that had blazed this trail. You recognized Gene, skipping rocks like no time had passed at all.

There he was, where the water met the land. His trousers cuffed; his feet planted firmly along the shore. His back to you. All the etiquette you'd worried over was out the window. Because it was now or never.

"Eugene Sledge where have you been?"

The boy turned slowly but did not smile to see you. His eye's gleamed, and his posture settled, and he kept quiet as ever.

"All this time you've been home. I was wondering..."

"Wondering what?" He said, as you stepped closer, eager to settle at his side, like when you were kids. This was all familiar. But Gene wasn't so much. He was quieter, if that were possible. He was leaner, somehow. He was distant despite being the most present he'd been in years.

"Why you never told me you were leaving. Why you didn't write me much at all. Why this is the first time we're talkin'... Thought we were better friends than that."

"Well, that's just it ya see. I never wanted to be friends."

One sentence compacted so many years of answers you'd been wondering. Your heart dropped and your world stopped, and you knew Gene had gone through hell and back. But this...

"Well, we were friends, so-" You began to defend, letting your tone turn bittered. But before you could finish, Gene was speaking up again. Rare. Riveting. Infuriating. Now? You hadn't even asked, for once.

"I know and I'm glad. Thinking back to all the times we spent together out here growin' up and knowin' I could come back to doing just that helped me get through all the shit of war. I'm glad you were my friend, and I knew you'd still be. But I never really wanted that."

"You're not making one bit of sense, Eugene Sledge. No wonder you never said as much." Your eye could've stung with tears of hurt if you weren't so confounded by the look of pain on Gene's face, too. He'd moved to face you as his features twisted into a grimace. He was never much of a talker. Not when it really counted.

Maybe that's why now, when he said "Wait, listen," he didn't speak another word. He only demanded your attention by reaching out in silence, big sad eye's locked on yours. Gene brushed the tips of his fingers across your chin, tilting your face closer to his. His lips parted to speak, but silence lingered as Gene brushed his knuckles across your cheek. His kiss came slow, and his lips were soft on yours. His kiss was a surprise you hadn't expected. It was a timid gesture that lasted only a few glorious seconds. How wondrously bold of him.

"That's... that's what I meant." Eugene Sledge muttered, both his eyes darting between either of yours. You wanted to shake him and grab him and laugh and call him silly for waiting so long.

"Well, I'd ask you to do it again, but you don't answer many of my questions. So, I'm tellin' you to do that again."

"I know we got a lot'a talkin' to do. Years worth. But I'd better follow orders first." Gene smiled. The first smile you'd seen in forever. His grin met yours and he kissed you proper, for enough time that seemed to make up for all that felt lost before. Maybe he hadn't misplaced his sense of adventure after all...

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footprintsinthesxnd · 4 months

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Empty Chairs At Empty Tables

So this is inspired by the song for my favourite musical Les Misérables ‘Empty Chairs At Empty Tables’ where the character Marius sings about loosing his friends during the French Revolution. I feel that this song fits a lot of characters from the HBO war fandom but I was just drawn to writing this fic for Eugene Sledge. Warnings: themes of war, loss, grief, death, death of a beloved pet, PTSD

Thank you so much @georgieluz for proofreading it.

Deacon watched the couple, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth as sat with a lopsided grin. Eugene never saw him move but every time he turned around he was right in his heels. Eugene reached down to scratch his dog's head affectionately, watching as he smiled up at him.

“The way he looks at you, sometimes I wonder whether he’s the love of your life instead,” Y/n joked, laughing as Eugene stuck out his tongue at them.

“You’re just jealous that he got the last sandwich.”

“Not at all, you know I’d do anything for him,” Y/n began scratching Deacon’s arm which caused the dog to flop down onto their lap.

“Which is exactly why I’m not worried about leaving you with him. I know you’ll both look out for each other,” Eugene sat down, a solemn look on his face.

“We’re gonna be just fine, right Deacon? Your Dad has nothing to worry about,” Y/n spoke to the dog and Eugene felt his heart swell for the hundredth time that day as he realised just how much he loved them.

“Gene, please don’t be sad,” Y/n reached over, cupping his cheek. “We’re going to be just fine.”

“I know,” Eugene mumbled, his lip wobbling as the tears began trickling down his cheeks. “I just don’t want to leave you.”

“I don’t want you to leave either, but I know you have to. It doesn’t make it any easier though,” they admitted, running their fingers through his red locks.

“I love you, Eugene Sledge. Come back to me.”

“I promise.”

To my dearest Y/n,

How I wish I was at home with you. I want nothing more than to be back in that field, on the red-checked picnic blanket with you and Deacon. Those days were so simple. If only all of life could be that simple.

Today I saw a man have his whole leg blown off and he just stood there looking at us, it was as if he didn’t realise what had happened to him until the medics were trying to get him on a stretcher. How does that even happen?

I hope everything at home is going well. Thank you for visiting my parents, it means a lot to them when you visit and Deacon always loves your visits, he tells me so personally. I wish I was there with you. All I want is a hug. It seems silly really, childish even, but to just have your arms around me, even for a second would be enough.

I love you always my darling,

Your Eugene

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My Eugene,

I’m sure by now you have received the news of Deacon’s passing from your parents. I am so sorry, my love. Just know that he did not suffer. His old body carried him well right until the end and I spent the last three days and nights of his life by his side. We sat out under the apple trees and I read to him just like you used to. He was comfortable when he passed. The house is quieter without him. Now that I am without either of you I do feel truly alone, not even Sidney is here to support me.

I pray every night for your safe return to me my love.

I love you forever and always

Your Y/n

Eugene felt his legs shaking as he stepped off the train onto the platform, his hands shaking as he held onto his kit bag tightly. He could see Sidney, leaning against his truck, a cigarette hanging limply from his lips. It was the reunion he was excited for but not the one he had been yearning for. Sid talked all the way back to his house, talking of his fiancée, life since he’d been home, and his family but Eugene barely registered any of it, his mind too preoccupied with the image of Y/n.

“Drop me here, Sid,” Eugene spoke up as the view of the driveway came into sight.

“You sure, I can drive you up to the house?”

“No, it’s okay. I need the walk. I’ve been stuck on the train for hours.”

Sidney pulled up to the end of the driveway, cutting the engine.

“It’s good to have you back, Gene.”

“It’s good to be back. Thanks for the ride, Sid.”

Eugene slung his kit bag over his shoulder, leaving Sid behind him as his legs carried him up the driveway in long strides. As he approached the house he could see them, arranging one of the flower baskets by the front door, their sleeves rolled up and looking just as lovely as the day he’d left. Eugene felt his heart swell at the sight of them and he promised he would tell them every day.

He dropped his kit bag in the lawn chair, approaching them slowly so as to not disturb them.

“Y/n?” He spoke, his hands shaking a little at his sides.

Y/n dropped the flower basket, oblivious to the terracotta shattering across the decking.

“Eugene?” They squeaked, their hands coming to their mouth. “Is it really you? Are you really here?” Y/n stepped down off the decking, moving to stand in front of him. Their hand reached up to cup his cheek, Y/n’s fingers grazing at the soft flesh and Eugene sighed.

“It really is you,” they whispered, tears trailing down their cheeks to match Euegne’s.

“I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”

“It's so quiet, isn't it?” Euegen turned his head to look down at Y/n, as they smiled sympathetically at him.

“You'll get used to the peace again, my love. I promise.”

“It’s not that,” Eugene sighed, shifting to sit up on his elbows, “Deacon always used to snore on the end of the bed. He was so noisy when he slept.”

Eugene could feel the tears starting to trail down his cheeks being brushed away and a chaste kiss placed on his lips. “I miss him every day,” Eugene cried, a sob escaping from his lips as he was enveloped in Y/n’s embrace.

“It’s okay, Gene. We’re going to get through this together.”

“NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. YOU WEREN'T THERE!” Gene screamed, throwing another vase across the room and watching as it smashed on the floor, glass shattering like icicles across the hardwood floorboards and the flowers cascading amongst the disarray.

“I know I wasn’t there for you then, Eugene but I’m here now and I am never leaving your side,” Y/n cried, “So don’t keep trying to push me away because I’m not going anywhere.”

“But you have no idea. They’re all dead, they’re all gone and I came back. Why did I deserve to come back? There are houses all around the world with empty chairs where they should be sitting right now,” Eugene slipped down onto the floor beside the smashed vase, his head hanging low as he sobbed.

Y/n couldn’t take it anymore and was by his side in an instant, cradling him close, comforting him. “Shh Eugene, please don’t talk like this. I need you. Your family needs you. I am so glad you came home.”

“But why did I deserve to come home and they didn’t,” Eugene glanced up at them, his large tearful eyes breaking their heart further.

“Because I love you, that's why. Because it wasn’t your time and quite possible because you deserved to come home.”

“And they didn’t.”

“No. You all deserved to come home. What you must do now is decide what you want to do with your second chance. You were given a chance to come home and you must live each day to the fullest for all of those who didn’t make it home. Okay?” Y/n looked down at him and Eugene nodded, resting his head against their chest. Y/n reached down, cradling their fingers through his ginger hair, soft, soothing strokes. Eugene’s breathing soon settled into a more normal rhythm as Y/n heartbeat calmed him.

“I’m glad I came home,” Eugene whispered, “because I have a very important question to ask you.”

“You do,” Y/n replied, looking down at the man they loved.

“Will you stay with me? Always?”

“Of course I will Gene. I’m not going anywhere.” The couple sat on the floor of Eugene’s room, no longer aware of the time or space around them. The only thing that mattered right now was that Eugene was home, and he was safe and with time he would heal from the horrors he had seen.

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imaginesbymk · 1 year

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— THE PACIFIC PREFERENCE

WHEN THEY FIND OUT YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON THEM

Characters: Eugene Sledge, Snafu Shelton, Bob Leckie, Sidney Phillips, Hoosier Smith, Hillbilly Jones + Captain “Ack-Ack” Haldane

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A/N: *sighs* men. let me know if you guys want a part 2 with other characters from the pacific (e.g. john basilone, burgin, jay de l’eau, bill leyden, runner, chuckler etc)!!! pls enjoy and leave a like/reblog/feedback <33 ^.^ // [ko-fi] [commissions] / this was inspired by my love @littlemissvincentvega from this post <3

EUGENE SLEDGE “SLEDGEHAMMER” —

He’s flustered, but he doesn’t do anything about it. Eugene’s frail and bookish, so he’s too shy to pursue you.

Whenever you walk past him, he has to get a good look of you, maybe just a crumb of your face, before keeping his head down.

Sid would tease him and never let it go.

“Give me a break, you ol’ greaser—”

“Hey, I’m just sayin’. The missus needs a friend!”

and Snafu would just make remarks about you, much to Eugene’s annoyance and a sense of motivation to make a move before someone else does.

Eugene is confident that he would get to ask you out some day, because he was raised to be kind and a gentleman. Time will tell.

MERRIELL “SNAFU” SHELTON —

Learning about your crush on him boosts his ego and is way too cocky about it.

“What did I tell ya? Getting to the likes of Y/N is like discovering a goldmine. I’m gonna reel them in.”

Snafu obviously bothers you during the day by flirting with you, trying to get your attention because he likes getting attention.

He doesn’t leave pleasant remarks at first, but he goes straight down to business.

“So, doll. Dinner? Movie? Picnic under the stars? How ‘bout I take you to the back of the train and you can show me your caboose? ;)”

Snafu will eventually learn to be more respectful. But at least he’s polite when he tries to talk and hang out with you more.

ROBERT “BOB” LECKIE —

This man is charming. He managed to win over Stella’s family over dinner, so he could do the same with you.

He won’t stop thinking about you. But he’ll get a bit insecure and overthink about other irrelevant things.

“I wonder what you don’t like about me?”

His friends from How Company make fun of him, reading out loud the letters you wrote to him.

He shows up to your house unexpectedly, all fresh and clean, in uniform, and he asks you out for dinner.

Deep down, he’s nervous af - he’s overthinking if it doesn’t work out if you two ever start dating.

When he takes you out you can tell he’s a nervous wreck and he doesn’t know where else to go from there, but you assure him he’s doing fine.

SIDNEY “SID” PHILLIPS —

Sid is already getting along with you, so nothing really changes when he finds out you have a crush on him. If anything, it brings the two of you closer.

He likes to talk to you about anything, and he’ll eventually bring up taking you out for dinner or a picnic under the stars.

Sid will tell you all about Eugene, life in Mobile, baseball, the rotting coconuts in Pavuvu, anything to keep you around.

“Here, y/n. How about I drop you home? I can squeeze you in on my bike!”

He’s surprised that he’s not as nervous when you two become more than friends.

Sid realizes he’s falling for you hard and it’s gonna kill him once he’s sent off to fight again.

BILL “HOOSIER” SMITH —

This cocky little shit

When Hoosier confronts you about it, he has a big smirk on his face.

“A lil’ bird told me you got your eyes on me.” (The lil’ bird in question was Chuckler.......)

He wastes NO time asking you out. And of course, you accept.

If you smoke, he offers you a cigarette from his pack.

Hoosier is a goofball and he never fails to make you laugh when you two are bonding together.

He’ll stuff cigarettes up his nostrils and once he finally takes you out, let’s say at a fancy restaurant, he’ll stuff the chopsticks up his nostrils. Anything to hear that laugh of yours.

1ST LT. EDDIE “HILLBILLY” JONES —

He’s flattered, all right.

Even from the dungarees and dirt, he’s known for having a clean, fresh and handsome appearance, according to Sledge’s book.

Hillbilly’s a gentleman. If he were to take you out sometime, he’d make you feel like there’s no other person in his life but you.

Ack-Ack pushes him to make a move. He assures him that it wouldn’t hurt to leave some room for a little bit of bonding.

“I know I’m serious when I need to be serious, but I’m a helpless disciple saved by Christ when I found out about you.”

So of course, he’s gonna come in with his guitar and play you a song to win you over.

CAPTAIN ANDREW “ACK-ACK” HALDANE —

Of course, of all people, you develop feelings for the skipper.

Since he’s a good leader who pulls everyone together during the war, you could understand why you like him. He’s also a very sweet guy.

The thing is, he already knows. You’re too shy to even confess your feelings to him in person or in letters, anonymously or not. In fact, no one even told the skipper about it and nobody needed to. He just knows. A good captain is always observant.

You two are alone for a moment, and his casual, calm and friendly tone manages to help you feel more comfortable and less nervous.

He gives you one of the blankets his dad made for everyone. He wraps it around you at night when you’re feeling cold or afraid.

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joe-mazzello-archive · 2 years

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holy shit i've hit 1k!

a huge thank you to everyone who has supported this blog since i started it three years ago. whether you found me back in the days of borhap or you're a new follower who found me from my new eddie stuff, i appreciate you! i've met a lot of amazing people because of this blog and i'm extremely grateful.

so let's celebrate!

this friday, september 2 around 7pm CST, i'll be kicking off my 1k follower celebration! here's how you can participate:

☼ send me prompts!

send me a prompt from list one, list two, or list three (make sure to tell me which list) and a character! here are the characters i'll write for:

eddie munson (stranger things)

tom grant (make up)

adult tim murphy (jurassic park)

eugene sledge (the pacific)

pat murray (undrafted)

☼ send me asks!

send me whatever you want to talk about! tell me about your day, tell me about your latest obsession, tell me about your character hcs etc. feel free to ask me about my fics, my thoughts on various topics, my opinions on stuff, whatever you can think of.

☼ send me celeb names!

i'll rate them on this scale:

☼ send me celebs in menswear!

y'all know i love to nerd out about menswear, so send me some pics of celebs in menswear and i'll give my thoughts!

can't wait to celebrate with you guys!

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chasingstardustandmoonbeams · 2 years

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Sincerely Yours Masterlist

A/N: Repost from my old blog sohoneyspreadyourwings

Story is complete!

Summary: It was only supposed to be one letter. A letter to a random marine you had never met before to try and bring some morale, lift their spirits. Instead, you’d been writing back and forth one letter to the next until it had been years. The letters had awoken something in you, a feeling that you couldn’t quite place. It was only when the letters stopped coming that you started to recognize what that feeling was. Suffice it to say, when a certain marine showed up on your doorstep, you were more than a little surprised.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

#eugene sledge #eugene sledge imagine #eugene sledge x reader #the pacific #the pacific x reader #hbo war imagine #hbo war

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multifandomlover01 · 2 years

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How the different boys from Band of Brothers and The Pacific react to you being insecure

Part 3 (taking a little break from BoB and going with the main Pacific Bois Leckie, Basilone and Sledge)

Robert Leckie:

• You thought Leckie was so smart. He was so well read, he wrote well too.

• You felt so dumb around him.

• You used to talk to him a lot about books and stuff like that when you first met, but since then you’ve fallen a bit silent.

• You thought he wouldn’t notice. You thought he wouldn’t care. But he did notice. And he does care.

• And he gets sad and wonders why you stopped talking to him. You were his one bright spot in this hellhole.

• He thought you always sold yourself short. He loved the way you talked about things. He thought you were so smart and eloquent.

• But when he asks you why you’ve stopped talking to him about books, you brush him off, saying you don’t know, that you just haven’t felt like it lately.

• But Leckie is having none of it. He can see the sadness in your eyes. It was the same sadness the gang had pointed out was in his eyes since your talks had stopped. He calls you out on your BS. You two argue for a bit until you lose it.

• You blew up at him even though you didn’t mean to.

• “Maybe I stopped talking to you about books because I’ve got nothing worth saying about them! You’re so much smarter than me. Why don’t you just admit it and stop bothering me about it?!”

• Leckie is a bit taken aback by this at first. He doesn’t know what to say. He has to process it for a second before he responds.

• “What do you mean you’re not smart? And your words don’t have worth?”

• “At least when compared to you.”

• “Who gives a shit about me and what I have to say?”

• “I do!”

• “Well…newsflash, I care about what you have to say too.”

• “You do?”

• “Of course! Why do you think I talk to you so much?”

• “But why?”

• “You have a unique perspective. I enjoy listening to you talk.”

John Basilone:

• Being John Basilone’s significant other was not easy.

• The hardest part about it was the women who threw themselves at him with you standing right next to him.

• You tried to brush it off.

• But in time you grew sad and insecure.

• You thought those women were so pretty.

• You thought John deserved better than you.

• But John surely didn’t, he thought the world of you.

• So he gets concerned when he notices you’ve been a bit distant lately.

• He asks you what’s wrong but you deny that anything is. But he knows you better than that. He knows something is up.

• He doesn’t want to push you, though. So he lets it go for the time being.

• It breaks his heart to see you so sad lately. He thinks about confronting you again, but he doesn’t have to.

• One night at a party, a particular woman wouldn’t leave John alone. He tried to keep an eye on you and not become distracted by the woman, but he wasn’t entirely successful. You had managed to slip away to the bathroom.

• John panicked a bit when he noticed you were missing. He excused himself from the woman (more like pried her off of him) and went looking for you.

• He asked everyone he could if they had seen you. He finally talked to a woman that saw you go into the bathroom as she left. She mentioned you’d been crying. She asked you if you were ok. You said you were fine, just that you were on your period (you were not) and sensitive to being around so many people (you are, but you feel comfortable and safe with John).

• John goes right into the woman’s bathroom, not caring if anyone walked in.

• He looked under the stalls and saw the one where you were (you were in the only occupied one).

• He called your name.

• “John? What’re you doing in the lady’s room? You shouldn’t be in here.”

• “I wanted to check on you, tesoro. I was concerned that you left suddenly and have been gone for so long. Are you alright?”

• “Yes, I’m fine. I just got a little overwhelmed.”

• “Why did you come in here? Why didn’t you tell me? We could’ve left.”

• “You seemed busy. I didn’t want to bother you.” It came out harsher than you intended.

• John’s heart sank. He hated to think he was the reason you were like this. If he had known it was the women that were bothering you, he’d be more blunt about not being interested. He just didn’t want to be rude. He had a reputation to uphold.

• But his reputation be damned if upholding it meant you ended up alone in a bathroom stall crying. He’d do anything to make you happy. Anything.

• “I won’t bother with the women anymore. I’ll tell them to leave me alone. I’ll be more affectionate towards you to make the message that I’m taken more clear.”

• “But you can’t be rude. You have a nice guy reputation. You’re a golden boy, John. And you’re a Medal of Honor recipient. I’m just a girl from New Jersey. All of those other girls are so much prettier than me. You deserve to have one of them. Not me.”

• That was the last straw. John got down on the floor and crawled under the stall, but only just enough to look up at you. He was still on the floor on his stomach, not quite having enough room in the stall to come in any more and try to stand up in it. It looked like an uncomfortable position.

• “John! What the hell! You’ll get your uniform dirty!”

• “The uniform be damned, Y/N. I don’t care about the uniform. I don’t care about my reputation. I don’t care about all the other women. I only care about you.”

• Fresh tears began rolling down your cheeks. But these were happy tears.

• “Oh, John. Get out and stand up.”

• “Not until you promise to come out of this stall.”

• “I am, dummy, why do you think I told you to get out and stand up?”

• “Oh. Right. Sorry.”

• John crawled back out of the stall and stood up so you could unlock the door and come out.

• As soon as you did, John enveloped you in a hug. He kissed your head.

• “I love you, you know that?”

• “Yeah.”

• You left the party after that without a word to anyone (much to the protest of a couple of women and the host, but John ignored them) and spent the night at home snuggled together on the couch.

• John chose you. Over everything else. He will always choose you.

Eugene Sledge (feat. Snafu and Burgin more than intended oops):

• You were on the train going home with Eugene, Snafu, and Burgin. You were having a great time relaxing after the ordeal you’d been through.

• That was until a Marine from another division started looking at you curiously.

• You mentioned it to the guys in a low voice so the man wouldn’t hear you.

• They all glanced at him every so often. He kept staring at you.

• “Is there a problem?” Burgin finally asked the man.

• “No. No problem.”

• You all went back to your business for a bit.

• But the man continued to look at you. And the guys continued to look at him.

• “Are you sure there isn’t a problem, Private? Because it kind of seems like there is. You keep looking at my friend here and you’re making her uncomfortable.”

• “Your friend is wearing a Marine uniform.”

• “No shit, Sherlock.” Snafu quipped.

• “Why is she wearing a uniform?”

• “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because she’s a Marine?” Eugene sassed.

• The man gestured to the small cross stitched on the left arm of your uniform, which was facing the man. “You were a corpsman?”

• “Yes.” You replied.

• “What were you doing as a Marine corpsman?”

• “Saving lives. You got a problem with that?”

• “You all trust a woman in that position?”

• “Absolutely. Ain’t no better corpsman in the entire USMC.” Snafu praised

• “They’re a bit too delicate for combat, aren’t they?”

• “I think she faired alright. Did her best. Saved a lot of lives. Survived. Can’t ask for more than that.” Burgin said.

• “But how can you expect a woman to do a man’s job?”

• “I did a man’s job just fine, thank you very much.”

• “You never cracked under pressure?”

• “No. whether man or woman, it doesn’t matter if someone does in combat. No person should be expected to endure combat and come out of it completely unscathed.”

• “I’d appreciate if you’d quit bothering our friend. She didn’t have to justify herself to you at all, but she did so anyway because that’s who she is, a very nice person. Whether or not your satisfied with her answers is your own problem.”

• The man grumbled unintelligibly before returning to his business. He no longer looked at you or bothered you.

• But you were put out. You knew not everyone approved of a woman being in that position (or being in the Marines at all). You tried to brush it off as best you could. But a little voice in the back of your head always asked: “Am I good enough?”

• And no matter how many times you or someone else answered yes to that question, you just couldn’t help but come back to it.

• Eugene noticed you looked sad and distant (you’d stop engaging in conversation as well) and frowned.

• He leaned over the table and touched your arm. You snapped (moved?) your head in his direction (lol, not like that, not violently).

• “Hey. Don’t pay attention to that idiot. He’s wrong, ok? You’re the best damn corpsman. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. You served your country well. You served your fellow men well. Just like you wanted to. You saved lives. Hell, you saved sanities. You deserve as much respect as a Marine and as a corpsman as any man, probably more so because you’re a woman, not less.”

• You smiled. Eugene spoke so sincerely you felt you had no choice but to believe him.

#headcanons #robert leckie x reader #john basilone x reader #eugene sledge x reader #the pacific headcanons #the pacific x reader

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hesbuckcompton-baby · 2 years

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I Stayed There - Eugene Sledge x OFC

Chapter 6 - The Sight of Lovers Feedeth Those in Love

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 /// Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9

Summary: They talk.

Warnings: Language, mentions of death, grief, and strenuous parent relationships

Word Count: 2.4k

Tags: @cagzzz107

A/N: Character's names in bold italics indicate a change in POV

A/N 2: This one's a little shorter than usual but I really like it, and I hope you do too!

Eugene

I could see dust particles drifting on the air, catching in the light of the sun as it streamed in beams through the window. The tea in my hand was fresh, piping hot, steam wafting upwards towards my face and making me sweat, only exacerbating the already sweltering Alabama heat.

It had been years since I'd been inside Anna's house, and she wasn't even here.

Her mother had invited mine over for tea, and in those days people saw Catherine March so infrequently that no one would dare deny an invitation. We'd reschedule any other commitments we had, on the off-chance that if we said we couldn't make it we'd end up going months without seeing her again. She somehow managed to be elusive, even though we all knew where she was. Because she never left the house. Not ever.

My mother had insisted that I come, even though I didn't think it was a good idea to keep me trailing around like a trophy. Like a my son survived and yours didn't. But I know that I was the only one to whom this ever occurred. The war made me cynical about these things - as if the only options were to gloat to others about surviving or to have others gloat to you about dying. People just didn't think that way. But I did.

"You're looking well, Catherine," My mother smiled, taking a sip of her tea.

"Thank you," She replied, her lips curling slightly in the closest I'd seen to a smile since before Bobby died.

I couldn't help but feel like an intruder, sitting there, thinking that there must be more to afternoon tea than this. It was a ritual long practised by the mother of nearly every boy I'd ever known, something you stayed out of the way for, spied through passing glances through the crack in the door or through the window from out in the garden. You didn't bring your son to afternoon tea, it just wasn't the done thing. I reasoned that if I somehow found a way to shrink backwards and be devoured by the couch cushions, vanishing out of sight, then the real ritual could finally begin. That my intrusion would be forgotten and whatever mothers talk about behind closed doors where their boys can't hear could finally be divulged. It felt like storming into a church, banging a drum, in the middle of mass. It felt like I was interrupting something sacred.

"Excuse me a moment," I said suddenly, snapping myself out of my thoughts as I stood up from the couch.

"Where are you going?" My mother asked.

"I need to call Sidney," I told them, letting the first lie that came to me slip from my lips. "It's occurred to me that I won't be able to go out with him tonight, and I need to tell him if you don't mind, Mrs March."

She batted a hand in my direction. "Of course, you know where the phone is Eugene."

It wasn't until I closed to door to the sitting room behind me that I realised I had nothing to occupy myself with. Both my mother and Anna's undoubtedly knew that a phone call with Sidney was at least a half-hour commitment, no matter what the subject matter, so I had at least that long to leave them be and find something to do.

Pacing the carpeted halls felt like coming home. Standing within that big old house I'd loved so dearly as a child felt the same as it had when I'd first stepped over the mantle of my own home when I came back from the war. With every turn, every room that I passed, it was like I could hear the shrill laugh Anna had grown out of years ago, see her brothers perched in every armchair, and sat at every table. There was history embedded in those walls, and I was grateful to have been there to see it made.

But it was devastating to stand in what remained of it. Harrowing to finally have it sink in that the figures of my childhood were dead and buried and gone, and I had missed every one of their funerals. Anna seemed to be the only truly living person left here, and as I rounded the corner towards the garden patio, I wished she were here.

But then I stepped out the back door and there she was - sat out on a lawn chair, basking in the afternoon sun with her back turned to me. Her shoes had been discarded in the grass, and her head was bowed as she read the large leather-bound book in her lap. She had her heels propped up on the edge of the table beside her, a glass of lemonade half empty in the middle of it, and her skirt had ridden up to her mid-thighs, pooling in creases of fabric around her hips.

I just stood there for a moment, frozen, as if I'd walked in on something I wasn't allowed to see.

"Come on out, Eugene," Anna called without even turning, her eyes still glued firmly to the book in her lap. I strolled out across the lawn, shoving my hands awkwardly into my pockets until I reached her and stood there briefly, hovering over her shoulder for lack of another lawn chair. She didn't say anything and after a minute I just took a seat on the grass, legs folded, the damp grass leaving dark brown splotches on the backside of my trousers.

Once I sat down there, the situation didn't feel strange to me at all. It felt like resuming sanity, getting back to all that was good about our lives before. I didn't even think about it before I leant over and rested the side of my head against her leg, feeling the flesh of her thigh squish under the weight of my skull. It was sweltering even in the shade of the great, mottled tree above us, and the sweat made her skin feel sticky, fusing itself to my temple as long as I rested there.

I felt safe out here, salvaging any moment of peace I could get my hand on since our lives were irreparably torn apart. I wanted Anna to know that no matter how much she'd changed, I'd changed too, and that new Eugene loved new Anna in just the same way old Eugene had loved old Anna. I just didn't know how to tell her, especially not with thoughts of Hank Wharton plaguing my mind.

She had liked reading to me when we were young. Being able to have me sit there and listen to the words pour from her like a fountain had made her feel intelligent, just how she'd always wanted to feel. I couldn't recall her having done it since I was fifteen, but without prompt she began again, reigniting an old habit as if it had never ebbed in the first place.

"O! come let us remove:

The sight of lovers feedeth those in love. -

Bring us to this sight, and you shall say

I'll prove a busy actor in their play."

I furrowed my brow. "Romeo and Juliet?" I guessed.

"No, As You Like It," Anna scoffed as if it were obvious. The book she held was huge, its cover scuffed, with yellowing pages and minuscule writing, that smelled like dust.

"Where did you even find that?" I asked.

"In the attic. I have a lot of time to myself these days."

"Is Hank not keeping you occupied?" I teased.

"Hank has a job. Unlike you, even though I know your Ma's been nagging you about it," She paused, then took a heaving sigh, her gaze wandering upwards towards the tree as she squinted in the light. "I don't know what I'm doing anymore, Gene."

I lifted my head to look at her, the skin of her leg peeling off my temple in the heat. "What d'you mean?"

"I just... Sometimes I get happy and then afterwards I worry it was the last time I'll ever feel it," I could feel my heart plummeting in my chest, the feeling all too familiar. "I mapped out so much of my life out around my family, it all feels like I'm just... drifting now. There's nothing holding me down, not really. The entire town sees my family as some enormous sob story, so much that I can't even leave the goddamn house without them all giving me the most withering looks, as if all their fucking sympathy will somehow resurrect my brothers and make everything great again, but if I don't go out then I just have to sit in this fucking house where everything is a constant reminder and the only person I have left..." Her eyes had started welling up, and when she paused I could see she was gnawing the inside of her cheek.

"When she looks at me, it doesn't feel like she loves me anymore, Eugene," Anna whispered, a voice coming out in a rasp.

I shifted in place, tucking my knee under myself so that I was propped up higher, closer to her. "Hey. I know that she does."

"Do you?" She asked bitterly, her eyes meeting mine. "Because for one of the only living people left in the family I sure feel like a fucking ghost when I'm in that house. We have dinner together and we just sit there in dead silence and I get this horrible thought that whenever she looks at me she's thinking of which of her kids she'd rather had lived instead."

"No, that's... that's not true, Anna. It's not. She needs time, you've gotta give it to her. I know you're in pain, I know how much it hurts for you, but neither of us can imagine what it must feel like losing a kid, let alone four. What your Ma's going through is a whole different playing field, and that doesn't make the way she makes you feel okay, but it does mean it's temporary. She loves you, I know that, she just... it must be hard for her to keep being your mother when she knows she'll never get to be their mother again."

She nodded, loose strands of hair catching on the breeze and twirling around her face as a choking sound broke free from her chest, releasing a sob, her eyes red and puffy as a tear rolled down her cheek. Anna wouldn't stop nodding, up and down and up and down, until she stopped crying, sniffing loudly and roughly swiping the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand.

I kept quiet, kept my distance. I knew what it was to grieve the dead, but Catherine March was sitting just inside, sipping tea and talking with my own mother. But it felt like mourning.

The garden fell quiet, nothing but the sound of crickets whirring away in the long grass by the farthest fence. And then she broke it.

"You've never mentioned the war to me. What happened to you out there," Her voice was hoarse. I looked up at her, squinting in the sunlight, her head only half obscuring it above us as the light shone through her hair and lit her up like a halo.

I shook my head only once, clicking my tongue. "We don't need to talk about that. You don't need to know what happened."

"I do if it'll make it easier for you to bear it."

I adore her.

"I need to learn to bear it or I'll go crazy."

Anna smiled. People always look so beautiful when they let a smile break their sorrow-stained face, their red eyes and puffy cheeks creasing with the weight of it.

"I think we're both going a little crazy, Eugene."

"I don't want you to look at me like I'm a different person to the one you used to know."

"But you are. That's okay. I am too."

She always seemed relentlessly unaffected by my sorrow in the most wonderful way possible. She made sure I knew that if I was drowning there was someone to drown with me. She kept me sane.

And then I smiled too. "I don't think I could've asked for a better friend to go crazy with."

Anna breathed out a chuckle. I kept smiling, grinning up at her like a lovestruck fool. I think I was one - it didn't matter what kind of love it was.

She put the book down on the table, the weight of it making the wicker legs wobble, a little of what was left of her lemonade sloshing over the rim of the glass and pooling around it. She pushed herself out of the chair, landing harshly on her knees, the grass staining her skin with smears of green. And then she hugged me - her arms wrapped around my neck, her cheek pressed against mine.

Her skin was warm, still sticky with afternoon sweat, and her fingers brushed against the back of my neck. I knew she belonged to someone else - to a man I didn't know, to a man Sidney thought was just fine - but when I held her back she was a lifeline in my arms, and I felt my heart take root in my body, the feeling of her skin against mine take root in my soul. There was no name for the way Anna made me feel. It felt like realising I no longer believed in God. There was another power in my life that could consume all of my belief.

It didn't matter in what way I loved her. It didn't matter if she was my best friend or if she was something bigger, scarier. It didn't matter if I wanted to ride bikes with her like we did when we were kids or if I wanted to feel that stick of her skin, see if I was still glued to it when I touched under her dress where I wasn't allowed to go.

Whatever it was, it was devotion.

#i stayed there #the pacific #eugene sledge #eugene x anna #eugene sledge x ofc #eugene sledge x oc #eugene sledge fic #eugene sledge x reader #the pacific fic #the pacific oc #hbo war fic #hbo war #oc: anna

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oraclechats · 3 months

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This is a clarion call to ANYBODY who was in the fandom in 2016/2017. We would like to talk to you guys. We have some questions.

#the oracle files #band of brothers #hbo war #the pacific #dick winters #lewis nixon #eugene roe #eugene sledge #band of brothers fanfic #robert leckie #john basilone #im sorry i got here in 2019 i have more questions #band of brothers x reader

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ballad-of-birdy-lamb · 2 months

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I will soon be adding The Pacific when I’m done watching it since I’ve read all the Robert Leckie fanfics that I know of

#the pacific x reader #the pacific #snafu shelton #eugene sledge #robert leckie #robert leckie x reader #Robert leckie x ME

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auroralightsthesky · 2 years

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HCs for what the first time with Sledge would be like?

AAAAAGGH!!! I've been waiting for a first time with Sledge!! Thank you honey, you have done me proud!! This might be a little smuttier than usual so I apologize and rate this 18+ (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!)

Gene would definitely want this one to be special

Because that's how he sees you and when you two decide to be intimate

The spot where you two decided to do the deed? Well, that's a bit of a different story

Yeah, shower sex......definitely shower sex

You and Gene really liked the feel of the water

And the closeness while you two were......ahem.......naked

And it was warm too......God, it was really fucking warm

When he slowly started to (thrust) ever so gently.....

You two had ALOT of fun with the bar of soap (I'm not gonna get into that cuz that is a steamy story for another day)

Even though there were some moments where it might have been a bit awkward

You and Gene couldn't have asked for a better night

#the pacific hbo #eugene sledge #sledge x reader #hbo war #hbo war headcannons #hbo war first time #k company

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malarkgirlypop · 6 months

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Masterlist

Requests for one-shots are OPEN! ❤️

🖋️🖋️#bobcollab

About me:

My name is Kate I go by she/her pronouns, I’m 23, just happy to be here really this fandom is so supportive! Have a look around, and don’t be scared to message me!

My OC's

Lemonade (Eugene Sledge x Fem!OC):

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

MEDIC! (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC): Moodboard 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie: (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC AU)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

BoB x Reader

Ronald Speirs:

Green-eyed Monster

Edward Tipper:

Warriors part 1

Warriors part 2

Joseph Liebgott:

Goody part 1

Goody part 2

Goody part 3

Bull Randleman:

He's the Boss Part 1

He's the Boss Part 2

He's the Boss Part 3

He's the Boss Part 4

David Webster:

This is for you

Eugene Roe:

Come Away With Me

Lena Riggi:

Lie with me?

#masterlist #band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #my oc character #My OC #My writing #My work #donald malarkey #fanfic #band of brothers imagine #Edward Tipper #ronald speirs #the pacific x oc #hbo war #Eugene Sledge #the pacific #I finally made a master list #I wanted it to be more pretty but idk how #please help me lol

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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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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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imaginesbymk · 2 years

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The Pacific Headcanon

— BEING SOUTHERN AND FALLING IN LOVE WITH EUGENE

REQUESTED BY ANON

his family is the one that briefly brought up your name over dinner

eugene has heard of you and seen you from afar on some occasions — he just never engaged in a full conversation (the truth is he actually never brought up the courage to even talk to you)

it wasn’t until you two bump into each other when his dog Deacon runs off his leash and you were able to lead him back to the house after eugene was frantically biking around calling for him

you always remember the small things about eugene

Deacon is always friendly with you when you come to visit

now you run into him at the grocery store, church (if you’re christian), the park etc

seeing him hunt with his father

his father suggests you come over for dinner one day

you ride bikes together

it’s hard to tell if eugene reciprocates any feelings for you, but you two have a strong relationship pre and postwar

if you weren’t from mobile, you’d be from another part of alabama or out of state

regardless, you would be having the most beautiful southern accent that eugene adores hearing and he would be able to tell where you’re from just by hearing you talk and what slang you use

his family adores you

you came up with a silly nickname for him based off his hair or something

you’re crushed when you find out he’s going to fight in the war

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HBOWarDaily's Short Story Exchange 2023

Show: The Pacific

Ship: Eugene Sledge x Snafu Merriell Shelton

General Reader

For @ahsokatanoss I hope you like it!

An Evening

They crossed the corridor, Eugene in front, Merriell behind. When they reached the door, Eugene moved aside and allowed Merriell to enter his room first. He closed the door behind them. The door made no more noise than the beating of Merriell's heart. Eugene leaned back against the door, hands in his pockets. He was watching Meriell with his eyes. Merriell walked around the room a bit. He picked up a few items on the shelf and looked at them, but he neither saw what he picked up nor was he interested in the decor of the room, just a few pathetic attempts to postpone the inevitable conversation. But somehow someone had to say something, and he knew it had to be him.

''You have a nice room, Sledgehammer.'' His voice came out lower, higher-pitched, and more strained than what he had planned to say in his head. The words almost reached his lips like tiny daggers, creating wounds in his throat. Eugene caught Merriell's eyes on his own and wouldn't let go. He said thank you and waited. He would push Meriell to the end. Merriell looked away. He waited for a few seconds in the middle of the room, looking helplessly at the carpet.

''The food was very nice.'' Again a thank you came from Eugene and he waited again. His eyes are fixed on Merriell. Merriell waited too, the bitter water rising from his stomach to his throat. He finally made up his mind, he could postpone while he ate and chatted with Eugene's family, he could postpone while Eugene's father showed him their land, he could postpone while he listened to his brother reminisce about the war in Europe, but here he was in Eugene's room in Alabama, the two of them alone and he found himself in a kind of trial in Eugene's eyes. He couldn't put it off any longer, feeling like prisoner b5rought tıo court. He had nowhere to run and no excuse to escape. He lifted his eyes from the carpet and stared into the big brown eyes watching him.

''Eugene, I…''

''Why did you come?'' Eugene's voice was angry.

''To see you.'' He looked away, his voice a whisper.

Why? Why did you come to see the man you've seen too much to even say goodbye to? Suddenly, months later?

The anger in Eugene's voice grew with each word, but the anger in his voice couldn't hide the underlying pain. Eugene's pain reached Merriell. Snafu's heart ached again, with pain at the same frequency as Eugene's, a pain that had not stopped since the moment he got off the train.

Eugene rose from where he was leaning and stood upright. He clenched his hands into fists and pressed his nails into his palms.

Ever since they returned - one to Alabama, the other to Louisiana - from the endless forests of the Pacific, its hills, its rains, its muddy soil, and its endless islands that had turned into graveyards Merriell, who had always been overconfident, had been struggling with indecision. Eugene, who had a calm nature since his early youth, was angry. Everything they knew about life was rewritten in the Pacific.

He just couldn't return. He couldn't turn around and couldn't even say goodbye. He couldn't shake his hand and look into his eyes for the last time. He wanted to, but he was undecided and could not do it. His heart couldn't stand it. This was too much. He was asked to realize a reality that had never been more real until the train entered the station. Suddenly, he is asked to leave behind the last years of his life, the person was created from him in the war, the skills he was taught to fight, the brutality, the death, the blood, and the only person he has ever learned to trust and love - Eugene - and return to a life like nothing ever happened, many times he doubted its existence when he was in the muds of Okinawa. Which one was the dream? Louisiana or Okinawa? Which one was the reality?

If he had turned back and said goodbye to Eugene as he got off the train in Louisiana, he would have lost everything. He would lose those times, the times their existence was disgusting but still too valuable to lose, but most importantly, he would lose Eugene forever, his memory.

He was undecided until the last moment. While choosing what to wear - casual clothes, a suit, or even he thought about his marine uniform uniform -, while he was taking his best suit to his sister because he couldn't iron it himself, while taking leave from work, while buying the ticket for the train to Alabama, while waiting for the train to arrive at the station, while getting on the train, while sitting in his seat, while finding Eugene's house, while walking down the road to Eugene's house, while knocking on the door of Eugene's house, and yet he had come this far. Now he was standing in the middle of Eugene's room, looking into his eyes contains anger and pain.

When Eugene got off the train months ago, he didn't think anything, he didn't feel anything. In the months that followed, anger came to visit him. Why didn't he shake him by the shoulder and wake him up? Why hadn't he just woken him and said a goodbye? All this time, they had lived as if they had never met, they have never knew each other? After everything they've been through together in this world, who could understand them better than each other?Why didn't he even wake him up and say goodbye, didn't he even love him that much?

I wish I were like the men who wrote those thick books he saw in Eugene's hands, Merriell thought. Maybe I could explain it then. Snafu had made up his mind. In one breath, he said all the words that suddenly appeared in his mind.

''I couldn't say anything to you that day because I, because you… I can't say goodbye to you. I can't say goodbye to you because if I did, you would leave and I didn't want you to go. I didn't want anything to go away we lived together. I didn't know how to do it.''

Eugene listend him. Now he had figured out how to calm down. He smiled faintly, gently. He looked into the emerald green eyes of the man he loved. His eyes wandered over the dark curly hair falling on his forehead. Almost he had never seen him so helpless before.

''If you had woken me up, we would have found a way together. Don't run away from me, Snafu.''

''Never again. I am not going anywhere.''

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