#robert leckie x reader

[meet-you-at-the-north-star]

All-Nighter

Robert Leckie x Writer! Reader

Summary: you’re working late on a project and your eager boyfriend is being annoying. But also kinda sweet.

Notes: fluffy, a little suggestive I guess

Word count: 900

I wrote another sentence, realizing two seconds later that I hated it just as much as the rest of them. I sunk back into the chair with a groan, fingers rubbing my face and my eyelids. I briefly glanced at the clock I’d put on the table right next to my typewriter.

Almost Midnight? Was that right? I shook my head, dispelling the thought instantly. I needed to focus on the task at hand and nothing else.

Not long after my fingers were back on the keyboard again, I heard the light sound of steps behind me.

“Still not done?” the voice of my newly acquired “roommate” asked.

“If you’ve come here to make fun of me, you can go right back where you came from” I didn't take my eyes off the page, continuing to write, still in search of that rare, magical feeling when the words just seem to flew directly out of my brain.

He chuckled: “Not exactly”. He stepped closer until I could sense that he was standing right behind my chair.

“It’s getting very late, I thought you might use a break” He leaned down slowly started leaving a trail of kisses on the side of my neck, getting dangerously close to the collarbone.

“No, thank you” I gently pushed his head away with my hand, earning a disappointed groan from him.

“Come on, you’ve been sitting here for hours… as your boyfriend, I think I have a the right to be concerned about your well being” He protested.

I finally stopped typing and glanced up at him in disbelief, only to find him staring back down at me, his hands now coming to rest on my shoulders.

“Oh sure, I’m sure it’s all selfless worrying about my health on your part and you’re getting absolutely nothing out this” I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, can a fully selfless act really exist after all?” He rebutted, clearly looking pretty satisfied with his own defense.

“Don’t get philosophical with me Leckie, you know that’s a battle you cannot win” I glared at him warningly.

He gave a hearty laugh. “It’s definitely too late for that” and then the cheeky look on his face was back, “Especially since my plans involve much better ways to spend our time”

Once again I completely ignored his attempts of seduction. “Our time? You mean my time. Tell me, how would you feel if you were running late on a really important article and I barged into the room wasting your precious time?”

“I’m not sure I’ve actually ever had that problem my-” He realized his mistake right before finishing the sentence, his eyes widening, but it was too late.

I abruptly stood up. “Out. Right now.” I began pushing him towards the door with all the strength I could muster.

“Wait, I didn’t mean to say…”

“Oh, save it, I know exactly what you meant, mr. Highly Successful Author Who Can Do No Wrong” The sarcasm was now dripping from my tone.

He’d been backing away, clearly allowing himself to be pushed as to not to anger me any further, but right at the end he stopped, grabbed my wrists and gently pushed them away.

“Please, I’m sorry, that was very insensitive of me.” He looked at me straight in the eyes and I could see please don’t hate me written all over his own.

“You’re an amazing writer and you’re absolutely going to finish this in time, despite the interferences of your idiot boyfriend” He stated softly but firmly, like a fact.

I could tell that his apology was genuine and my rage came to a halt for the moment. “That’s much better” I conceded, still processing the whole thing.

“It is?” His lips curved in an hopeful smile.

“Yeah.” I felt my body relax, the tension dissipating as quickly as it had accumulated, and I smiled back “Thank you for saying all that.”

“It’s true” He said with a shrug of his shoulders, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Alright. But you’re still getting out of this room and you’re not allowed to open that door for the next 30 minutes” I warned him. “Or I swear to god all you get to do tonight is sleep. Possibly on the couch.”

I saw his mouth instinctively open to protest (his most natural reaction to everything) or say something else, but he managed to control himself, confronted with the seriousness of his situation: “Yes, ma’am”

“Oh, and…Lucky? On more thing” Both my tone and expression had softened considerably and he smiled at the nickname.

“Yes?”

Without a warning, I suddenly pulled him down by his shirt and kissed him hard, locking his lips on mine and tangling both hands in his hair to pull him impossibly closer and not allow him any escape.

When we finally broke off the kiss, his eyes were closed and he was panting, his forehead resting against mine.

A rebellious curl hung in front of his eyes as I backed away and I didn't miss the opportunity to move it aside with my fingers, delicately.

“See you in half an hour” I smirked.

#be the change you want to see in the world-> #write more leckie fanfics #robert leckie x reader #the pacific x reader #the pacific #robert leckie #fanfic #my fics

[donovanlizzie]

JUNGLE ROT - ROBERT LECKIE

Under the sweltering heat of the jungle of Guadalcanal , Robert Leckie found himself standing in line for jungle rot checks, his gaze fixed on the determined corp-woman conducting the examination. Chuckler, Runner, Hoosier, and Sydney Philips stood nearby, watching with amusement as Leckie, usually a man of wit and charm, fumbled over his words.

Leckie, always the charmer, leaned against a tree, his eyes fixed on the medic.

"Well, hello there, beautiful. You here to check if I'm still in one piece? You, uhh, checking us for jungle rot?"

The corp-woman glanced up from her clipboard, She rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. "Save the charm for someone who cares, Marine. I'm just trying to make sure you don't lose a limb to jungle rot. My job is to make sure you're all fit for duty."

Leckie nodded, trying to regain composure. "Right, of course. Duty. Important. Very important."

Chuckler nudged Runner, smirking. "Looks like Leckie finally met his match."

Runner added with a grin, "Yeah, she's not falling for his smooth talk."

Hoosier raised an eyebrow, glancing at the two men with a bemused expression, " you call that smooth talkin'?"

Leckie, unaware of the exchange, continued his attempt at conversation. "So, uh, what's your name?"

She raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "That's not important. Just focus on the inspection."

Leckie's cheeks flushed slightly as he stuttered, "Okay. Sorry."

As the corp-woman examined him, she instructed, "Can you lift your shirt for me?"

Leckie, finding a sudden spurt of bravery, retorted with a chuckle, "Wanna buy me dinner first?"

The boys, including Chuckler and Hoosier, chuckled at Leckie's quip. Even the corp-woman couldn't suppress a small smile. "Just lift your shirt, Marine."

Leckie obliged, feeling a rush of satisfaction at his small victory. The corp-woman continued her examination, her professionalism evident despite the banter.

Once the inspection was over, Leckie flashed her a sheepish grin. "Thanks for, um, checking me over."

She nodded, her demeanor softening slightly. "No problem. Just doing my job."

As Leckie rejoined his comrades, Chuckler, still laughing, caught the attention of the corp-woman. Despite being caked in wet sand, mud, and possibly other bodily fluids, she held herself with a sense of confidence. Chuckler couldn't help but admire her self-assuredness.

The corp-woman met Chuckler's gaze and said, "You next."

Chuckler's laughter subsided as he gave her a mock salute. "Ready when you are, ma'am."

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The following day, under the scorching sun, Leckie found himself once again trailing the corp-woman as she moved from one Marine to another. Gathering his courage, he fell into step beside her. "Hey, uh, I was just wondering, why did you join the Corps? What's your story?"

She shot him a sidelong glance, her expression guarded. "Why does it matter?"

Leckie stumbled over his words, attempting to articulate his curiosity. "I-I just thought, you know, we're all here, facing the same hell. Figured we could share a bit about ourselves, maybe make this place a bit more bearable."

Her gaze softened for a moment, and she sighed. "Fine. My story is nothing special. I joined because I wanted to make a difference, and this seemed like the way to do it."

Leckie nodded, sensing there was more to it. "And your family? You got siblings back home?"

Her eyes flickered with a mix of sadness and reluctance. "No family. No siblings. I was left on the steps of my local church when I was a baby"

Leckie's eyes widened in surprise, and his tone softened. " oh uh - that must've been tough growing up without a family."

She shrugged, her expression hardening again. "Life's tough for everyone, Marine. I learned to fend for myself."

Leckie, wanting to connect on a personal level, continued, "I get that. I really do. My family's not perfect either, but they're mine, you know? We may not always see eye to eye, but we're family."

She shot him a warning look. "Don't try to pity me, Robert. I don't need it."

Leckie, recognizing her need for distance, held up his hands defensively. "No pity, just... trying to understand. We're all in this together."

As they walked, Leckie found himself stealing glances at her. In the harsh sunlight, he couldn't help but notice the way her hair caught the light, or the determination in her eyes. For a split second, he forgot all about Vera back home. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

Her stern gaze met his, and she spoke with finality. "I joined the Corps to focus on the mission. Not to make friends or share sob stories. Let's keep it professional."

Leckie, despite his genuine attempt to connect, nodded in understanding. "Alright, professional it is. But if you ever want to talk, I'm here."

She grunted slightly, simply walked away, leaving Robert standing there, a mix of sympathy and respect in his eyes, as he watched her disappear into the crowded beach.

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As night fell over the battleground, the distant echoes of gunfire and the quiet hum of conversations filled the air. Robert lay on his makeshift cot, ( a lump of soil he formed into the shape of a bed in his foxhole) staring into the darkness, his mind consumed by thoughts of the female medic.

"You know she was given up as a child?" he said into the still night, almost as if talking to the shadows around him.

Hoosier, who was on watch duty, sat nearby, cleaning his rifle with practiced precision. He took a drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing in the darkness, and replied in a nonchalant tone, "Yeah, heard somethin' about that."

Robert turned his head toward Hoosier, his expression thoughtful. "Can't imagine what that must've been like for her, growing up without a family."

Hoosier exhaled a plume of smoke, his eyes gazing into the distance. "War makes strange bedfellows, Leckie. We all got our own demons to deal with."

Leckie nodded in acknowledgment, his gaze returning to the black expanse above. "Yeah, I suppose so. Still, she's somethin', ain't she? Strong and beautiful, even in the middle of all this mess."

Hoosier chuckled, a wry smile playing on his lips. "Careful, Leckie. You're starting to sound like a poet or somethin'. Ain't gonna make the war any easier."

Leckie grinned, the irony not lost on him. "Maybe not, but it makes the moments a bit more bearable. You ever find someone who makes you forget, even if just for a moment?"

Hoosier shrugged, the weight of his experiences evident in his tired eyes. "War ain't the place for forgetting, Leckie. But yeah, sometimes you come across someone who makes it a little less unbearable."

As the conversation dwindled into the sounds of the night, the two Marines shared a silent understanding. In the midst of chaos, a fleeting connection with another human soul provided a momentary respite from the harsh reality of war.

Leckie sighed, his thoughts returning to the female medic. "Maybe. Just maybe."

a/n : possible part 2?

MASTERLIST

THE PACIFIC MASTERLIST

#hbo war #the pacific #the pacific hbo #the pacific imagines #robert leckie #Robert Leckie imagine #Robert leckie x reader

[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

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

[multifandomlover01]

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

[rossmccallsqueen]

Something something Leckie in his dress blues 🫡😍🫡

Oh yea yes here we go (pls be kind I am a liiiiiittle rusty):

Of course he came to see you right when he got back, you’d lived across the street from him your whole life

You were all he thought about while he was gone (he told you so)

That was the first time you ever saw him in his dress blues and you knew right then you’d marry him

They honestly made you melt but you couldn’t act unladylike in front of your parents (especially unmarried? The scandal)

Not even 6 months later and you had a ring on your finger and you wore that pretty white dress you’d always wanted 🥺

Being a newlywed was so exciting, and you loved it whenever Leckie wore his uniform and *especially* his dress blues

You asked him to wear them whenever he could and he was starting to catch on

He would watch you sit there and squirm in your seat whenever you went out. It made him smirk if your parents were in the room 😏

Usually when he wore them and you came home after a long night you did very dirty things to him…

You knew he was onto you, but you wouldn’t admit it to him. You were waiting for him to figure it out

On a Sunday night after a particularly nice night out on the town, you came home and got ready for bed. You were nice and settled in your bed with your book, waiting for him to come upstairs

It was taking a bit you noticed, so you went to call for him and as you looked up he was standing in the doorway still in his dress blues, leaning on the doorframe

“How long have you been standing there soldier?” You raised your eyebrow, setting your book down on your bedside table

“Long enough to know what you think when I wear this uniform, ma’am.” He smirked and you could literally already feel yourself melting

“Oh yes? And what is that?” You slowly took your covers off, seeing if he got the invitation

“Take your clothes off.” He said in his voice that he only uses in the bedroom

“Excuse me?” You asked, playing his game

“I said: take. Your. Clothes. Off. Ma’am. I won’t ask again.” He moved towards the bed, not even thinking about taking off his uniform

Oh he was about to do very bad (good) things to you

You only had on your night shirt as it was the summer and got very hot at night

You sat there waiting for his next instruction as you dropped your nightshirt onto the floor

“Come to the edge of the bed.” He coaxed you with his finger, and positioned you right in front of him

You looked up at him and you could see it in his eyes: he loved you and everything he was doing to you was because he was worshiping you. You had never felt a love like that before

“Sweetheart, what do you want me to do?” He asked as he kneeled down to your level

“Touch me please…” and you didn’t have to say another word

His lips were on yours and he kissed his way down your body in all the right spots

When he got down to your core he seemed to be kissing everywhere but where you wanted him to

You guided his head to your center, hoping he would get the hint and boy did he 😍 he’d do whatever you wanted and that uniform made it even hotter

He ate you out in a way that he never had before. It was like his tongue learned new motions and you hated how good he was at edging you

You’d always be right there and then he’d slow down

And honestly the noises he got you to make were not of this world and that made him work even harder to get you there

His hands wandered and your hands were tangled in his hair (his favorite)

And then he wasn’t edging you, he wasn’t slowing down and you pushed him closer to you so he knew to get you there

Coming down from your high was the best you’d ever felt, and he rested his head against your thigh as you caught your breath and relaxed your hands from his hair

After a minute he looked up at you and said “I guess I should wear my dress blues more often, ain’t that right sweetheart?”

You saluted him “now take those off solider and show me what you can really do. That’s an order.”

His smile in response made you realize that you were in for a very good night indeed

It’s been so long since I’ve written that I don’t really know who’s still active and who’s not, so I’m starting fresh! Lemme know if you’d like to be on my taglist 💕

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Masterlist masterpost found here!

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[oraclechats]

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

[inglourious-imagines]

Shirt Incident

William Hoosier Smith x GN!Reader

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

Warnings: smoking, war, some f words

Prompt: Is that my shirt?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was seven days ago.

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

***

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

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

William Hoosier Smith, the game is on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that my shirt?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Count on it, Ma’am.”

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

#the pacific imagine #the pacific imagines #the pacific #hbo war #imagine #fanfic #hoosier imagine #hoosier #bill hoosier smith #hoosier x reader #robert leckie #runner conley #lew juergens #chuckler #chuckler juergens

[ithinkabouttzu]

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! 🩷

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[mads-weasley]

Crazy

Robert Leckie x Nurse!Reader

Masterlist

A/N: Hey y'all! This is apart of the HBO War Secret Santa 21'! This is especially for@multifandomlover01! Merry Christmas! I hope you like it! As always, the only character I own is (y/n). The rest belong to HBO!

Summary: While in the hospital on Banika, Leckie meets and befriends (y/n), a nurse who's in charge of his care. Taking an interest in the soldier, she discovers there is more than meets the eye when it comes to the charming machine gunner.

Warnings: mentions of vomit, blood, enuresis, tooth rotting fluff?

(y/n) - your name

(y/l/n) - your last name

(y/h/c) - your hair color

Robert Leckie was miserable. No, miserable was an understatement. The constant island hopping and generally terrible conditions were greatly affecting him, as they did everyone else. What didn't affect everyone else, however, was the terrible enuresis he had been suffering from since Cape Gloucester. He would go to sleep dry, or as dry as one could be in the jungle, and wake up wet. This constant cycle was enough to get him sent off the line to a hospital in Banika to help this condition he had been suffering from.

After checking into the hospital and getting stripped for any "dangerous" items he could hurt himself with, he took his place on an empty cot. Looking around at the soldiers in the hospital with him, he soon realized this was a psych hospital for people he thought were crazy. It made sense why they took his belt and razor blades now. His mind kept repeatedly asking himself, 'Why am I here?' He knew he wasn't crazy, so why did everyone else think he was?

That night was relatively hard for the machine gunner. His thoughts were stuck on his current situation and his friends on the front lines. Deep down, he was relieved he was off that horrid island, away from death lurking around every corner. When he did happen to doze off, his dreams drifted to the jungles of Guadalcanal.

He shot awake, glistening with sweat, and felt the all too familiar damp feeling of the sheets beneath him. Swallowing his pride, he told a nearby hospital attendant what had happened, and they said someone would be there shortly. When he heard footfalls behind him, he didn't bother turning around before snapping at the figure, expecting it to be Ruttinger.

"Where were you, huh? You wer-"

A feminine voice cut him off. "You're not my only patient, ya' know?"

"Sorry, ma'am. I thought you were someone else." He said turning around and quickly standing up as his face reddened.

When he laid eyes on the mysterious figure, he felt his heart drop to his stomach. Never had he seen a woman as beautiful as the one standing before him. Not even Vera Keller rivaled her smooth skin and bright smile. Her nurse's uniform was so pristine and her (y/h/c) was styled in soft curls falling from beneath her cap. He's disrupted from his staring by a small laugh.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer....." She prompted for his name, raising an eyebrow.

"Leckie. Robert Leckie. B-But you can call me Bob.""

"Okay, Robert. Here is your new clothes. I'll put on the new sheets while you go change."

The reality of the situation feels like a slap to the face as his already rosy blush deepens to blood red shade. He couldn't believe the first interaction he'd had with a beautiful women in years was when he'd literally wet the bed. He vowed to never tell Chuckler or Hoosier about this, knowing they'd torment him eternally for it.

"I'm sorry ma'am."

She just held up a hand as she started stripping the sheets off the bed. "You're fine. You couldn't help it. Anyways, it's my job. This is nothing compared to some of the other things that have happened to me."

"What....other things?"

"Well, I've been puked on, bled on, and my personal favorite, had crap wiped on me."

Groaning at her last statement, he turned and started walking towards the bathroom to change. "And that's my queue to leave."

The laugh that escaped her lips brought a smile on the young man's face. He couldn't resist the urge to glance back at her small figure.

"Thank you...." This time it was his turn to learn her name.

"(Y/n) (y/l/n). Of course, and goodnight, Bob."

"Goodnight, (y/n)."

With a nod, he entered the bathroom, heart racing. After changing, he expected her to still be there, but she was nowhere in sight. As he settled in bed, his thoughts were filled with the beautiful nurse, rather than the horrors that he had witnessed during the war. He drifted to sleep this way, dreaming of his nurse.

~

As the days went by, (y/n) had been by several times to check up on the Philadelphian. Each time, they had normal conversations as if they weren't in a hospital on a small island in the Pacific, in the middle of a world war. These talks consisted of talking about where they were from and different things they liked. She loved to read, and they had numerous discussions about which authors were the best.

When he divulged that he was a writer, and many other unique details about himself, she felt something stir inside her. She had developed a crush on the sarcastic and charming soldier. Every time they spoke, both wished it could last forever, but sadly, she did have other patients to attend to.

Little did she know, he was feeling the exact same way. Vera Keller had completely vanished from his thoughts and (y/n) took her place in the forefront of his mind. Surprisingly, they had a lot in common, and her spunky attitude drew him in closer with every word that left her mouth. He couldn't help but smile every time she walked in the room or when she would start talking animatedly about something she was passionate about. There was no denying that his kind nurse could make his heart skip a beat and butterflies flutter around his stomach.

~

One day, when she went to check on him, he was laying on his pillow, just staring blankly at the ceiling. This was completely out of the ordinary. Normally, Bob would shoot up and make a snarky comment the second the young woman would walk in the room. But that day, he showed no interest in anything. Concerned, she slowly walked to his cot and sat down on the edge of it. She opened her mouth to question him but she was abruptly cut off.

"Do you think I'm crazy?"

She was so taken aback by the question, it took her a few seconds to fully process what had been said.

"Of course I don't think you're crazy." She said in a soft voice.

Finally sitting up and looking over at her, he lets out a huff of air. "Why am I here, then? Why aren't I with the other normal soldiers? I-I mean, there has to be something wrong with me, right?"

"Robert Leckie," she started, gently cupping his cheeks, "You are not crazy. You're just as sane as I am."

Closing his eyes, he leaned into her soothing touch, placing one of his hands over her much smaller one. "How do you know that?"

"I just do."

Both of them started slowly inching towards the other and he softly moved his other hand to push a stray hair behind her ear before placing it on the curve of her jaw. They both knew what would happen next, and neither one cared to stop it. Merely inches away, she could feel his warm breath on her face. She closed her eyes, willing her heart to take control, but a split second before their lips meet, the all too familiar call for a nurse echoes through the hospital.

At the call, both freeze. Robert opens his eyes to see a frustrated look on (y/n)'s normally calm face. As much as he wants this moment to continue, he knows it's her job.

"Go," he whispers.

With a short huff, she takes off running towards the source of the call. As soon as she's out of sight, he flops back down on his pillow, letting out a groan as an unfamiliar voice speaks from beside him.

"So close, buddy. So close."

Leckie turns on his side and sees the owner of the voice on the cot next to him. Chuckling, he realized this guy had a front row show of the whole ordeal.

"Yep. So close." He finally responded.

~

The next few days, he didn't see (y/n) at all, and he was starting to worry about her. It was during this time that the head doctor gave him the go-ahead to go back to the 1st Marines. He was excited to go back and see his friends, but was also disappointed that he didn't get to share anymore moments with the lovely nurse (y/l/n).

When the time for him to leave had come, he was about to get in the jeep when he heard it. It was faint, but it was there. Someone was calling his name. There was only one person who it could be, and the mere thought of her brought a smile to his face. Turning around with his bag in hand, he saw her running towards him.

Right before she reached him, he dropped the bags and wrapped his arms around her when her body collided with his. Pulling away from their hug, she tugged him town towards her by his uniform. Their lips collided and he quickly placed his hands on her cheeks as they shared a kiss that said a million unsaid words and thoughts. Whistles and hoots broke out around them, but they were too caught up in the moment to care. When the kiss broke, both were out of breath. The driver honked and called out to them.

"Sorry, man, but you've got a plane to catch."

With a sigh, he pulled a small piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to her. "You better write me, Nurse (y/l/n)."

"And you better not go crazy without me, PFC Leckie."

"I thought you knew?" He questioned with a cheeky smile.

"Knew what?"

"You're the one who makes me crazy."

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[floralfloyd]

Merry Christmas (War is Over)

Pairing - Robert Leckie x Reader

Word Count: 1.898

Notes: This is my HBO War Secret Santa entry for @embersjanuary. I do hope you enjoy it!

Plot Line: Christmas 1945, war is finally over and while looking after Y/N’s niece, Robert starts to have dreams of his own family. What does this mean? Is it too soon?

Robert Leckie had always planned to get a home of his own as soon as he returned from The Pacific, living with his parents was slowly beginning to ware away at his tether. It was even more laid in concrete when on the ship ride home, the blue eyed sweet talking private managed to capture the heart of a Navy Nurse by the name of Y/F/N Y/L/N. Her presence was like the sunshine after a storm, always taking time to spend with him when she was off duty. Private Leckie truly was so smitten that he invited the Y/H/C girl to live with him once they got back to the states. As his mother always liked to remind him that a home wasn’t a home without a woman’s touch.

Christmas was slowly approaching, houses and streets clothed with bright lights and decorations. Small children with gleeful smiles as they clung to their mothers’ hands and a giant lollipop in the other. It would be the first Christmas after the end of the war, something Y/N was looking forward to.

Doris, Y/N older sister had booked the weekend away with her husband and in turn asked her younger sister to babysit, she had already talked it over with Bob who was happy to have Little Catherine over for a few days.

At first, it was a totally new experience for the two. Being the youngest of his siblings, Robert had never had experience of looking after a child and Y/N was in a similar boat. The first time the blue-eyed sportswriter changed diaper, he managed to put it on backwards which made his girlfriend laugh. It was a learning experience for sure, even if it wasn’t their own child.

It was a Sunday, the New Jersey winter outside was a harsh and cold contrast to the warmth inside the Leckie household. Festive season was here once again, and the massive open fire crackled away as it burned the wooden logs that piled high inside its casing. The glow and warmth making a homey feel to the small house that sat at the end of the street.

Soft sounds of music floated through the room from the wireless that sat in the corner, its dulcet tones seemed to soothe the small infant that found solace in the young girl’s arms.

Robert had been out at baseball game no doubt to gather content for his column in the Associate Press. That left the two girls to relax at home after a busy day before filled with decorating the house for Christmas and a sleepless night had by Catherine.

It wasn’t long before the peace and tranquillity was interrupted by soft cries. Y/N’s Y/E/C opened from their forty winks as Catherine made it known she was upset. The young infant had already been fed and changed; hunger wasn’t the cause of her disturbance. It seemed some problem solving would have to be put into play.

As Y/N stood up, she began to rock the young girl in a gentle manner. Her voice as soft as cotton candy and as wispy as clouds on a warm summer’s day. It was a song her own mother would sing to her when she was a babe.

“Sleep my baby on my bosom

 Catherine’s tiny hand wrapped around Y/N’s pinkie as she gazed up in wonder. There was no doubt that the young infant was Doris’s spitting image. As she sang and rocked the baby to calm her cries, Y/N began to imagine what life would be like if her and Bob had a child of their own, piercing blue eyes courtesy of their father, a feature of Robert’s that made Y/N’s heart swoon each time she looked into them. Robert reading his sport columns as a small baby falls asleep on his chest…

Round thee mother’s arms are folding

In her heart a mother’s love

There shall no one come to harm thee

Naught shall ever break thy rest

Sleep my darling babe in quiet

Sleep on mother’s gentle breast.

Sleep serenely, baby, slumber

Lovely baby, gently sleep;

Tell me wherefore art thou smiling

Smiling sweetly in thy sleep?

Do the angels smile in heaven

When thy happy smile they see?

Dost thou on them smile while slumb’ring

On my bosom peacefully.”

 She was in so much of a daze that she didn’t realise that Robert had arrived back home. The male knew better than to call out like he normally would when Catherine wasn’t there in case, she was having a nap in her bassinet but what he didn’t expect to see was the heart melting sight of his love rocking a tiny infant as she sang.

 Leaning gently against the door frame to the living room, Bob stood quietly as he watched on with a grin on his face. There was just something about the way Y/N reacted around Catherine, as if she was a natural at playing the mother figure even when the young darling would be stubborn about not having a bath. The youngest Leckie had never heard her sing either, it was like she had a hidden talent, too bashful to reveal.

 Soon the whimpering cries began to settle into a sleep filled silence, Cathy had fallen back to sleep, giving Y/N the chance to lay her in her bassinet and make a start on that evening’s dinner.

 As she turned around, her Y/E/C coloured eyes caught the leaning figure by the door. Her cheeks turned a dark shade of crimson. She had been unaware that he’d been there watching her.

Warm and cozy will it prove

 “How long have you been standing there?” she asked softly, her hands on her hips for a second before she moved forward to greet him with a kiss.

 Robert kissed her cheek back before he answered her, his blue eyes rushed with love and a newfound appreciation for the girl in front of him. “Long enough to see how perfect you are with her, it’s as if you’re a natural”

 “As if, I am a natural and you are too, despite putting a diaper on back to front” her arms wrapped around his torso, the two looked like a pair of penguins trying to keep warm in the cold. She wasn’t lying, it seemed that Robert had taken to looking after Catherine like a duck to water.

 He chuckled softly as he swayed them both together along to the song on the wireless. Robert knew that what he was going to say next could either be taken the way he wanted it to, or she could react badly to it.

 “Well, I was thinking…” he began as he looked down into her Y/E/C eyes.

 “Oh, no, this could be dangerous” the female joked as she light heartedly tickled his sides, laughing as she watched him squirm a little under her touch.

 “Careful, don’t make me tickle you like I did that time you laughed till you cried” he smirked knowing she hated being tickled. “As I was saying…I was thinking…I know we haven’t been dating long and have rushed into living together, not to mention it’s not the traditional way of things but if war ever taught me anything, it’s to grab life by both hands and live each day as if its your last…” He began to ramble on.

 She moved her hand down to interlock with his. “Bob, you’re rambling again” It was really confusing her at what he was getting at until the shilling dropped but she stayed quiet, waiting to see if what she was thinking was really what he was getting at.

 Bashfully looking down, the brunette composed himself before giving her hand a squeeze. “What I was going to say was I think we should try for our own” his voice was hopeful as he watched for her reaction.

 Y/N was a little stunned into silence, sure she had thought about being married first but the past few days with little Cathy was truly opening her eyes to being a mother. She watched as her silence began to make Robert think that he had taken a step to far.

 “Sweetheart, you don’t know how much this means to me” she spoke as both her hands move to his cheeks, gently caressing them as small tears beaded at her eyes. “I’ve found myself drifting into this daydream of what life would be like with a baby Leckie around here, might make this little ol’ house homier. My thoughts wander to days of family picnics in the park, you falling asleep with an infant on your chest, Hoosier and the boys visiting their niece and summer BBQ’s”

 Y/N had never seen Robert so emotional as he was standing there before her. She knew he had seen a lot with his time out in The Pacific but to see how emotional he was getting with the talk of starting a family was truly melting her heart. She knew he was the one, they had both survived the war and now wanted to bring a life into the world.

 In one swift movement, Robert had picked Y/N off her feet and twirled her around happily. The two being careful not to make too much noise that they woke Catherine from her sleep in the adjacent room.

 “Bob!” she squeaked softly as she held onto him and laughed happily. “You do realise that we need to delay when we start until Doris picks Cath later, wouldn’t want to ruin her innocence this early on because we both know if she meets Lew or Bill, that it’ll be game over for her”

 The male placed her back down on her feet again as he couldn’t help but chuckle again. “You’d be surprised, Hoosier is pretty good at watching his mouth around kids. Heard him and Victoria had a run in at her mothers with some neighbourhood kids.”

Y/N raised her eyebrow a little at his words, she had to remind herself that she really needed to invite the couple down for a weekend. Y/N had met Victoria through Robert, she was a corpsman who served with H Company, the only one in out of Bob’s tightly knit friend group who had managed to get to Okinawa before being sent home. Something the girl held tremendous respect for.

 “Didn’t stop him watching his mouth around Chuckler, did it? He’s pretty much a child” she joked as she leaned up to kiss his cheek. “As much as I like starving, I think that I’m going to make us some dinner”

 Y/N spent her time in the kitchen preparing dinner while Robert spent time in the living room watching over the sleeping angel. The smell of lasagne soon filled the small home, a recipe that she had learned from countless lessons from her mother.

 Table set and heap filled plates sat on the table as the Y/H/C moved through the house to tell Robert that his dinner was ready but as her slippered feet met the soft carpet of the living room, it was Y/N turn to have her heart melted; asleep on the couch lay Robert sound asleep with an equally sound asleep Catherine on his chest. Y/N removed the blanket from over the back of the armchair before draping it lightly over the two and returning to the kitchen to eat her own dinner.

#robert leckie #robert leckie x reader #hbo the pacific #hbo war #hbo war secret santa #the pacific #the pacific imagines #the pacific hbo #hbowarsanta21

[imaginesbymk]

Preference // The Pacific.

When They Get Jealous.

CHARACTERS: merriell “snafu” shelton, eugene sledge, robert leckie, john basilone, sid phillips & lew “chuckler” juergens

NON REQUESTED

TAGS: swearing, violence (someone gets punched) + smoking

AUTHOR’S NOTE: leave a like/comment + feedback !! 

( MERRIELL “SNAFU” SHELTON )

anyone who has the audacity to flirt with you would most likely not even know who snafu is and if they did, they think you deserve to be with someone else

however, snafu makes it clear that you’re his, so it wouldn’t make sense why anyone would try to challenge him

it’s very funny to him that he’ll smirk and just come over and pull you away from the person, but he would literally scare them if they piss him off

“if i ever find the fucker breathing the same air as y/n again, i’ll fuck them up!” 

maybe a few punches here and there, lots of cussing and name calling, too

_

( EUGENE SLEDGE ) [x]

eugene doesn’t bother suffering the jealousy in silence, so he unintentionally takes out his frustrations on his comrades and intentionally on the enemy

it takes one look at the person for him to think, who do you think you are? what makes you so better than me?

his insecurities will start to kick in, and he’ll grow more protective over you

he’ll shove the person and warn them that he’ll kill them if they ever look in your direction again

snafu and the rest of the guys would be holding him back if he absolutely loses it

he’s like that because he’s so scared of losing you

_

( ROBERT LECKIE )

something like that is bound to happen anytime

bob is a very charming man, and he knows no one is better for you than him

he reminds himself he’s the first to win your heart and he’ll just simply ignore the person who’s hitting on you

there’s a lot of comparing between him and whoever he has to deal with, and just by judging them from afar, he’s very sure that he can control his jealousy - for now, at least

and not even that, he’s gonna come up and pull you away, give the person a smile and go, “nice try.” and you two would be on your way

_

( JOHN BASILONE ) [x]

trust me when i say no one is gonna come between you and the john basilone because that is literally an ant trying to fight an elephant

john is treated like a god so he wouldn’t worry about anyone getting in his way of his relationship with you

as soon as the person realizes john is standing right behind them, they’ll immediately back off

john loves you a lot and even if he were to worry, you tell him to trust you 

he teaches you to defend yourself if someone were to get aggressive if they don’t take no for an answer, and he’s so impressed if you use it one day

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( SID PHILLIPS )

sid is not happy and it’ll tear him up if the jealousy overcomes

and sid is such a sweetheart, it’s hard for people to take him seriously in that matter, even though it hits him pretty hard

he’s gonna want to compete against that person for your love and attention, even though that’s completely unnecessary given that he’s literally in a relationship with you

sid doesn’t even like the confrontation, so he’s stuck 

eugene advises him that you’re with him and that no one is gonna take his happiness away

_

( LEW “CHUCKLER” JUERGENS ) [x]

chuckler isn’t one to get easily jealous and pissed off, he’d be like “hey, shithead? back off.... y/n is mine”

however, if the person doesn’t stop, it leads to two words: bar fight

but chuckler is nearly six feet, a literal fucking giant in the division. so why and how would anyone even beat him in a bar fight?

the person is very ballsy so he would get caught off guard with a few punches, but of course - chuckler wins the fight with a couple bruises and a bloodied nose

he makes out with you after and assures you that he will never let some lowlife take you away from him

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[televisionboy]

Hey I’m back I hope I’m not annoying 😂 can I request something again? I’m rewatching The Pacific for the billionth time, and I’m slowly gettin soft for Leckie. Something like Leckie and the reader are constantly butting heads with each other, but they won’t admit that they like each other? Thanks luv 💕

You’re never annoying! I don’t know how I feel about this, it’s a mix of good and bad feelings.

Word count: 1,028

Taglist: @adamantiumdragonfly @raven-has-no-gender2272 @thatsonefishyboi @prvtbullshit @punkgeekchic @immrsronaldspeirs @legendarics @inglourious-imagines @noneofurbusinez @band-of-bitches @alienoresimagines @murphyism @we-always-hit-our-ass @lovingunderratedcharacters @fromtheoldtimes @stressedinadress

dedicated to the one and only Leckie wife, @harry-strickland love you ❤️❤️❤️

You’re All Sorts Of Annoying

“..Your friend, Robert” Leckie finishes reading his letter out loud to you all. You rolled your eyes after hearing it and turned to a grumpy Hoosier, giving him a look. “You have something to say, Y/N?” A familiar voice made you snap your head around to Bob Leckie, a cigarette dangling out of his mouth, unlit.

“Like I would speak to you”

“I’m sure you thought my letter was better than anything sent to you” he dug a lighter out of his pocket and lit the cigarette, purposely breathing smoke in your direction.

You bit back a condescending laugh “Right, I’m sure your dear Vera letters are real. You don’t want to make yourself look crazy and alone” you fiddled with fixing your M1 Garand and ignored Leckie as much as you possibly could.

“Where are your letters from some guy back home?” You looked up at him, he didn’t know that the man back home grew tired of waiting for you and slept with someone else back home. “So why don’t you tell us your beau, Y/N” you glared at him. Sitting there for a moment, eyes locked in his. Unable to look away. But when you did, a private came up to you informing you that Corrigan needed you.

You mouthed a ‘fuck you, asshole’ to Leckie and left. Runner stopped running his hand over the dish with the “dinner” in it, long enough to look up at Leckie. He shook his head and chuckled “He has it bad for her” Chuckler started laughing along with him.

Robert whipped his head around, staring at the two men “What the fuck are you talking about?” Hoosier looked up at him, a teasing smile for just a split second sat on his face. “You’re in love with that woman, it’s only a matter of time before she realizes that she can get any one of these men and she’s out of your league” that comment sent Runner and Chuckler into a laughing fit again.

Leckie put the cigarette back in his mouth, muttering a “fuck you all” but his stomach churned and his mind was sent wondering about you. No. This is Y/N. She’s the annoying girl we have here, practically a sister to me. He looked out at where you were, pointing to some piece of paper for Haldane, the breeze blowing your hair out of your face and the way your mouth moved. Your stupid pink, small, slightly chapped mouth. He moved his body so his back was facing you and he wouldn’t have to look at you anymore. It would be until pigs flew that he would even consider dating you.

Because there was absolutely no way he could like you, not even in a platonic way.

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November 10 1943 you made a mental note of the date in your head and stepped out of the train in Melbourne. You decided to take a walk and soon, lost your way. Walking by the dozens of shops lined together in a cookie cutter way and the bars few streets away. You noticed earlier on a train, a familiar brown, curly headed man trying to hit on a woman. She was pretty, quite gorgeous and with a rosy red lip.

Prettier than you,you thought

When Leckie saw you out of the corner of his eye and no luck in trying to meet the woman on the train, he rolled his eyes and headed off and ran to you. “Y/N” a sharp voice called behind you, footsteps getting closer against the cobble sidewalk.

“Leckie!” You stumbled toward him, a little tipsy and happy to see him. That was certainly a first and he noticed it too, he caught you when you started stumbling “What are you doing?”

You slid down against a wall and looked around you, your eyes glassy and your feet a little bruised from walking. “I was drinking. I’m not drunk though. You know who I saw?” Robert helped you stand up and you reluctantly did so, leaning against the wall “I saw that woman, uh on the train. The one with the black hair and the perfect body” you motioned to your waist and your hair as you were talking “And I know you’re trying to.. get her phone number or whatever and I want to let you know that I am okay. I am okay with that”

His eyes scanned over your face, stopping at your lips but he looked back at your eyes, placing an arm around your waist and leading you back to walk the correct direction “Well it’s good you’re okay with that” you ignored his comment and turned to face him,

“She’s pretty, she has a nice body, a nice face, great hair, probably you for a boyfriend. And you know what I have? Dirt under my fingernails, bruised knuckles, and no boyfriend” you smiled painfully and shook your head.

Robert reached for your hand and kissed the knuckles one by one on it. He then placed it, interlocking in his and continued walking, he had to refrain from bursting out to tell you how much he loved you.

“God, Y/N” he scoffed and shook his head, you turned to look at him confused

“You’re so stupid” he muttered. You glared at him “Are you able to say anything that’s not an insult?”

You began to open your mouth again to insult him back when you felt the impact of cool, rough lips on yours. You stood frozen but melted into the kiss, gripping his shirt when realization sunk into you that this was Robert Leckie.

You pushed him off of you and slapped his face he stumbled back and rubbed the cheek which was hit. You grinned and placed a hand on his chest “I’m a lady, is that a way to get me to go out with you? You’ll have to be a gentleman, Robert” you whispered into his ear.

He blushed and watched you walk down the street, to the bar where everyone else would be. Suddenly he was more definitely more interested in getting you than some woman from a train in Melbourne.

Definitely

#the pacific headcanons #the pacific #the pacific imagine #the pacific x reader #robert leckie #robert leckie imagine #robert leckie headcanons #robert leckie x reader #leckie x reader

[applsauss]

Jungle | War-Tober #5

Description: Guadalcanal is not the tropical vacation you hoped for.  

Fandom: The Pacific


Pairing: 
Robert Leckie/Reader

Word Count: 
400+

Warning(s):  None.

Guadalcanal is nothing like the tropical vacation you dreamed up in bootcamp. It's humid and hot and trying to traverse the jungle is just as bad, if not worse, than being shot at by the Japanese. 

You’re bushwacking your way back from patrol, batting at the vines on your way through camp when you stumble right over Leckie’s legs. 

“Woah!” Leckie pulls the cigarette from his mouth and gives you that amused, sideways grin he wears when he’s in a good mood. You huff, consider your options, then pull off your helmet and plop down beside him. The thought of having to walk all the way across camp to your foxhole is unbearable, and you just need civilised company right now. In contrast to most other marines, Leckie knows when to shut up.

You’re uncomfortable with the sweat cooling on your skin; you’re clammy and crabby and sleep deprived, but you keep all that bundled up in your chest and ignore the ache. Leckie is calm, so you sit next to him -- so close your knees knock against his -- and wait for your mood to pass.

When it doesn’t, you tip your head back and stare up at the jungle. It is alien, like nothing you’ve ever seen before. The canopy of trees above your head is thick, it blots out the sky near completely and vines as thick as your arms hang from every branch, are suspended like a mess of tangled telephone wires. 

The humidity is like a blanket you can’t pull off, and the birdsong grates in your ears, but you close your eyes and let it be. Eventually, Leckie starts on another cigarette and you’re scraping the bottom of a tin of beans passed to you by one of the cooks making rounds. 

The order to put your smokes and lights out is passed from hole to hole, and Leckie carefully puts out his cigarette on the dirt, then pockets the butt. 

The sounds of camp around you grow quiet, and are overtaken by the sounds of the jungle, alive and loud. You set your head against the tree and stare at what is visible of the sky through the canopy. You’re reminded once more of your patrol. “I never knew nature could be so fucking loud.” 

Leckie snorts. “You’re louder.” 

“Shut up,” you say, throwing your empty can of beans at his head and he laughs and bats it away.

Masterlist | War-tober Prompts | My Schedule

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[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

Hello everyone I am ballad-of-birdy-lamb but you can call me Birdy! I used to be @Mystic-bumble but I accidentally deleted my account. 😭

I will write for The Hunger Games, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, Band of Brothers, The Pacific, I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream, Brave New World, 1984, and To Kill a Mockingbird!!!

The Hunger Games:

Katniss

Peeta

Johanna

Finnick

Annie

Cato

Clove

Thresh

Gale

Haymitch

Effie

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes:

Coriolanus

Lucy Gray

Sejanus

Billy Taupe

Mayfair

Jessup

Reaper

Dill (nothing romantic)

Coral

Mizzen (nothing romantic)

Treech

Lamina

Clemensia

Tigris

Dr. Gaul

Tanner

Brandy

Band of Brothers:

(Reminder: I am writing for the characters in the show, not of the actual people. Also, please recommend more characters if I haven't already put them here)

Eugene Roe

Ronald Speirs

Lewis Nixon

Richard Winters

Babe Heffron

Joe Liebgott

Bull Randleman

Joe Toye

Donald Malarkey

George Luz

William Guarnere

Wayne Sisk

Henry Jones

The Pacific:

(Reminder: I am writing for the characters from the show, not the real people. Also please send in other names if they aren't already on the list, I forgot some of the characters)

Eugene Sledge

Snafu Shelton

Robert Leckie

Sidney Phillips

Chuckler Juergens

Hoosier Smith

I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream:

Ted

Ellen

Gorrister

AM

Brave New World:

John Savage

Lenina Crowne

Bernard Marx

1984:

Winston Smith

Julia

To Kill a Mockingbird:

Atticus Finch

Rules for asks:

You can do:

1-4 characters

Specify gender (I will choose gender neutral if I'm not given one)

Specify if platonic or romantic

Male reader

Female reader

Gender neutral reader

POC reader

Plus sized reader

LGBT reader

Disabled reader

Platonic

Romantic

X reader

Vs. Reader

Angst

Fluff

Hurt comfort

Yandere content

Polyamory

Headcanons

Oneshots

You cannot:

Ask for NSFW

No aged-up character scenarios (usually weird)

No adult x child (reader being either)

No extreme themes (r4pe, self-harm, pedophilia, zoophilia, etc.)

Ask for over four characters

Extreme gore (unless it is referenced in the fic)

character x character

Rules for following:

You can be:

POC

Disabled

LGBT

A minor

An adult (kinda iffy)

A lady

A man

Anything inbetween

Vegan

British

Pro-palestine

French (kinda iffy)

You cannot be:

A ped0

A n4zi

Zoophile

Terf

Homophobic

Transphobic

Racist

Misogynist

RCTA (race change to another. Y’all are broke Oli London 💀)

Proshipper

Pro-Israel

antisemitic

true crime enjoyer

Zionist

Etc (will add more as time goes on)

You can ask to add characters to the list if they are not already on here!

I will be trying to get my old fanbase back, so if you see any posts that seem copied that you have seen from @mystic-bumble, please know, that was my dumbass.

Thank you so much for reading this! Please ask in my inbox! I will be posting just shortly!

Like and follow for more!!

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[multifandomlover01]

MASTERLIST

Contains my writings for:

Band of Brothers

The Pacific

Criminal Minds

Band of Brothers

Joe Liebgott

I Have Always Loved You (Female Reader)

Coming Soon: Modern AU feat. PTSD & an ESA

Short, Assorted Lieb Stuff

Albert Blithe

Taking Care of Blithe (Platonic Female!Medic!Reader)

Foxhole Checks (Platonic Female!Medic!Reader)

Ron Speirs

Ok. It was me. So? (Female!Reader) (Requested)

Touch (Female!Nurse!Reader)

Johnny Martin

The Patrol (Female!Medic!Reader)

George Luz

The Darts Game (Female!Medic!Reader)

Early Mornings (Female!Reader) (not exactly requested, but inspired by)

Eugene Roe

The Scissors (Female!Reader)

The Nightmare (Female!Medic!Reader)

Ten Minutes (Female!Medic!Reader)

The Breakup (Female!Reader implied)

David Webster

Harvard’s Back (Female!Medic!Reader)

Chuck Grant

Taller S/O Headcanon (Female!Reader) (Requested) (Lime/M)

The Nurse and the Soldier (Female!German!Nurse!Reader) (Requested)

Donald Malarkey

Quality Time Headcanons (Female!Reader, I guess) (Requested)

Various/Multiple

Fun Times with the Mortar Boys and the Radioman (Malarkey, Skip, Penkala, and Luz x Reader (Platonic))

D-Day (Day of Days) (Platonic Various x Female!Medic!Reader)

Protective (Platonic Various (Liebs, Bill, Bull and Dick) x Female!Medic!Reader)

The Great Transfer Debacle (Platonic Various (Speirs, Luz, Liebs, Roe, and Nix) x Female!Medic!Reader)

They’re My Sanitary Pads, Sir (Platonic Various (Guarnere, Toye, Liebgott, Malarkey, and Winters) x Female!Medic!Reader)

The Aid Station (Platonic Renée Lemaire x Reader, Eugene Roe x Reader)

Out From Rachamps (Various x Female!Medic!Reader)

The Female Medic (Various (mostly Winters) x Female!Medic!Reader)

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The Pacific

Snafu Shelton

Are My Eyes Yellow? (Female!Corpsman!Reader)

I’ll Wait For You (Female!Nurse!Reader)

Chuckler Juergens

Marine or Woman…or Both? (Female!Corpsman!Reader)

Robert Leckie

The Writers (Female!Reader)

John Basilone

Untitled (Female!Corpsman!Reader)

Eugene Sledge

Coming Soon: Mobile (Female!Corpsman!Reader)

Various/Multiple

Coming Soon: Sledge/Reader/Burgin Platonic

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Headcanons

How the different boys from BoB and TP would react to you being insecure

Part 1 (Dick Winters, Lewis Nixon, and Eugene Roe)

Part 2 (George Luz, Joseph Liebgott, and Ron Speirs)

Part 3 (Robert Leckie, John Basilone, and Eugene Sledge)

Coming Soon: Part 4 (Carwood Lipton, Bull Randleman and Floyd Talbert)

Special Edition: Freckles and Dimples (Requested)

Freckles and Dimples pt. 2

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Preferences

BoB boys interrupting you in the shower

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October 2022 Writing Prompts (based off of the prompt list below that I found in Tumblr)

MASTERLIST

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A Barely Coherent Christmas

MASTERLIST

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MARVEL

Loki

The Unkillable God (WIP)

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Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

It Was Always You

Nightmares and Coffee

Lovesick Idiots

You Are My Sunshine

The Ditch

Baby Fever

Pretty Boy/Girl

Trick-or-Treat (18+) (MDNI)

Silence Speaks Volumes

More (18+) (MDNI)

Home (18+) (MDNI)

I Hesitate to put “Wife Guy” Here (18+) (MDNI)

The Librarian (basically PG-13) Part 2

Who Needs Statistics When I’ve Been Promised Kisses?

NSFW Thoughts

Plans (16+ I guess)

Anxiety Comfort

How Far Have I Fallen? How High Shall I Soar? (Violence Warning)

Surprise (18+) (MDNI)

Just The Tip (18+) (MDNI)

Making Do (18+) (MDNI)

Be Careful What You Wish For (18+) (MDNI)

To Drown in Your Love (18+) (MDNI)

Stress Relief (18+) (MDNI)

The BAU’s Whore (18+) (MDNI)

Dislike (no explicit smut but still community label is on because it has sexual themes) (MDNI)

Not Some Innocent Kid (18+ MDNI)

Not Technically Mine…But Still Unequivocally Mine (some canon like uncomfy suspect behavior)

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Criminal Minds - Spencer Reid Screencaps

#band of brothers #masterlist #joe liebgott x reader #Albert blithe x reader #ron speirs x reader #band of brothers x reader #johnny martin x reader #dick winters x reader #george luz x reader #bill guarnere x reader #bull randleman x reader #lewis nixon x reader #eugene roe x reader #ronald speirs x reader #the pacific #the pacific x reader #robert leckie x reader #john basilone x reader #snafu shelton x reader #david webster x reader #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds x reader

[rossmccallsqueen]

If you’re still doing HC I’ll take one with Robert Leckie with literally anything 💜

Rob Leckie owns my heart okay!!! So let’s do him coming home?

You’d stopped counting the days that Robert was gone, it stared to hurt too much

You tried to keep busy, putting care packages together for troops and things like that

It was just lonely around the house, just you and the dogs

Until you got the letter that he had been injured, that’s what really scared you

He assured you he was fine and he would be home soon except he was in the hospital for months

He sent you letters every day, always making sure to tell you that he loves you

You didn’t know when the war would be over and all you wanted was for Robert to come home

The day you got the letter where he said he was coming come you ran around the house excited for hours

His train would be arriving a few weeks later but you started getting ready immediately

You made sure you had all of the things for his favorite meals and the things people had made him while he was away

The day he came home was something you’d never forget ❤️😭

He got off the train, limping a little but after he saw you it was like the light in his eyes came back on

He was almost crying, it had been so long since you’d seen him

He dropped his crutch, not even caring about where it landed just so he could grab your face in his hands and kiss you

“Bob were in public!”

“I don’t care, I’ve missed you so damn much”

It seemed like all he wanted was to hold you for awhile and you were perfectly fine with that

You got his luggage for him, helping him to the car

He had new scars and other things you were starting to notice

You drove home, showing him some things that were different since he had left

The dogs were almost more excited to see him than you were, they licked at him and got pets for what felt like forever

“Don’t leave me again, okay?”

“I won’t have to. Honorable discharged my love, I’m here to stay.”

You’d never been so happy to hear words like that ever???

So you sat next to him on the couch and he took out a stack of papers a mile high

“What are those?”

“I started writing you poems and things when I was away. The boys always made me read them aloud, but I didn’t send them. So I had a present for you when you came home”

If there was a day where you thought you could never run out of tears it was that day

He reached out and wiped the tears off with his hand, motioning for you to sit next to him

For awhile the two of you sat there reading and he would lean over to kiss your forehead every so often

The poems were amazing, you’d never had any idea Bob could write like this

Sure he had always written for the newspaper but this was different. This was him expressing his love for you, even when he was in the middle of so much violence ❤️😭

You never wanted to stop reading them, him with his arm around you... everything just felt at peace for once

“You’re one amazing man Bob Leckie.”

“But no where near as much as you.”

And now you had the rest of your life with this amazing man?? Honestly a blessing tbh

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