#chuckler juergens x reader

[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

Just added it to my request list!!!!

I am willing to take short headcanon requests for it but that's it!!!

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

[awaterfalls]

Okay, I'm excited to post all of it!!!

• I had to post the pacific cast too bc the pic is so cute to be left out 😊

• I keep looking at this pics all the time and I don't know what to say anymore.. I JUST LOVE THEM!!!! 😭😭😭😭

Part 4/??

[mads-nixon]

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

Chuckler Dating a Medic

Chuckler Juergens x Medic!Reader

Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[turn0nthemoon]

Thanks for the lemonade

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

Wordcount: 1262

Warning: smoking??

Pairing: Hoosier x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He saw you hesitate and continued to speak;

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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! 🩷

[brxceliiande]

CORPORAL [Fem!Reader x Lewis "Chuckler" Juergens]

ASSIGNED TO THE PACIFIC AS A MEDIC, Y/N ARRIVES IN MELBOURNE WITH A CRAVE FOR A DRINK. NOT KNOWING A MAN CAME ALONG WITH IT.

warnings : alcohol, not much really, maybe some suggestive content(?)

genre : fluff

word count : 1.7k+

note : okay tbh this one is a little all over the place, i was really trying to write for chuckler (and it was also originally going to be a smut-) but it just kind of went down hill the more i added, so i decided to jsut post it before i make it worse. enjoy

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it was always the quiet ones.

men who hid in the corners of bars, drinking in silence, observing the room instead of dancing with their friends or playing darts. they made it their mission to scope out others and figure their story out. it just so happened y/n was the same.

fresh off the ship to australia, bars were filled with many replacements and veterans. y/n, being a combat medic from europe, replaced company how’s deceased. not a job for the light-hearted or the weak. she earned it. years of front lines in europe trained her for the pacific, at least she thought it did.

it was hotter than she expected. stopping herself from ripping her own skin off, she entered the bar closest to the dock. it wasn’t much but cars lined the street and many soldiers wandered in the moonlit roads drunk. rather dangerous, and y/n was off duty.

entering the bar, the smell of liquor filled her senses. it was familiar and calming, although it reeked of different alcohols mixed together. it was disgusting, but working and living with soldiers, you’d expect nothing less on a day off. one week was their limit. the whole battalion had one week to train, relax, drink, have sex, anything before being thrown back in.

groups of soldiers gathered, a circle bar in the middle of the room with walls lined with all kinds of alcohol. it was her kind of scene. making her way to the bar, y/n nodded to the bartender and asked for a drink, which he obliged.

taking a seat, y/n scoped the place. clouded with smoke, chatter, laughter and the horrible singing of drunken soldiers. there was nothing out of the ordinary for a night out. thanking the bartender, she grabbed the drink and took a sip, and glanced around. there it was. the quiet one.

a soldier sat at one of the tables, surrounded by others talking as he stirred his drink mindlessly. he was peculiar. his eyes were deep,his jaw was strong and defined, while emotion left no trace. he seemed busy in his own mind, but it sparked a curiosity y/n normally didn't act on. it was rare to see a soldier left with his own thoughts in complete silence. knowing from europe, y/n never liked to. it brought too much uncertainty and anxiety to an already redundant schedule.

she didn't notice she was staring until she caught his eyes. head-on they were much more intense. they shadowed behind lashes and brow bone, his gaze hinted with hunger. dropping her eyes, y/n turned toward the bar and downed her glass. she just got here and she felt like a whore. she was there to help her company and thats it. not sleep with someone the first night in melbourne.

in honesty, she didn't know the last time she got laid. it was years ago and with a war going on, it was hard finding time to do anything remotely pleasurable. that being from having alone time and having sex. it was foreign to her, the gazes, the talks, the touch, it was like learning to walk all over again. it required practice, which she was out of touch with.

“hey bill, can I get another beer please,” said a man beside her. glancing, it was him. the man from the table. he turned his head toward her and y/n blanked.

“may i ask the name of my secret admirer?” he asked, causing y/n to blush.

“uh, y/n l/n,” said y/n. wow, great job.

the man chucked and thanked the bartender, taking a swig of his bottle. she was horribly smitten by him, y/n didn't know if by lust or inexperience.

“well, miss l/n,” he started, leaning close to her ear, “would you like to join me for a drink?”

glancing over to the table of rowdy soldiers, y/n wanted to decline the offer, but found herself saying the exact opposite.

“only if you're buying,” said y/n, causing the man to laugh and nod at her offer.

“anything for the woman of my dreams,” y/n rolled her eyes at his compliments. something all the girls must hear from him. “alright, settle down there soldier, i don't even know your name.”

“and you still agreed to have a drink with me,” he retorted, y/n opened her mouth but closed it, “lewis juergens, sweetheart.”

“well, private juergens-”

“corporal juergens.”

y/n rolled her eyes again, soldiers and their ranks. but she couldn't judge, she was the same when it came to chain of command, always stating her rank to get some goddamned respect. seems the only way she got respect was through ranks and not for being a woman.

“i don't got all night corporal, are you buying or not?” lewis chuckled and lead the way to a quieter corner of the room. she could be fiesty when she wanted to, the glint in his eyes sparked as she spoke. they sat at a secluded seating area with dim lighting. it was enclosed and had wrap-around seating with a table in the middle.

taking a seat opposite of lewis, y/n relaxed as the music got quieter and chatter ceased the further they were from the entrance. soon it was just the two of them, alone.

looking up from her hands, she saw lewis look away quickly and save himself by taking a sip. it made her giddy. years of sweat, blood, and tears and she finally had the feeling of someone admiring her. the butterflies taking over her stomach as she leaned against the table and sparked conversation.

it started out with random things like movies and comics. tv shows and music turning into hot debates of which singer was the best, which she won. but lewis didn't put up a fight when debating. it went on for hours, the drinks ceased to exist as there debates and conversations took up most of the time. y/n could swear she was sober by the time she looked at the clock.

it was way past the time she was supposed to report to her officer. she was going to be in so much shit, but she didn't care. h company could wait and so can its captain.

“its fun to have someone actually understand things you love,” said lewis. y/n enjoyed it too. “i know this may sound weird and creepy, but we can leave if you want? catch a tram or walk around.”

it didn't sound like a bad idea. but the rising excitement raged inside her. appealing to someone was a crave for years. and the one time she does, she has to reject his idea.

“im sorry, i don't want to go for a walk. just with travelling and arriving in melbourne, i just dont think i’ll be up to it.”

lewis’ smile dropped. it was slight but can clearly see the shift in his mood. it wasn't that he got annoyed or mean, rather he didn't know what to do next. y/n bit the inside of her lip at the silence that clouded the atmosphere. it lasted longer than anticipated.

“i assume you're heading back then? or just going to stick around?” asked lewis. she didn't know. she should probably go. after rejecting the man, it was probably the best idea, to save them both from embarrassment.

“i’m probably going to go…” said y/n, getting up from the booth, “i have a big day tomorrow, probably shouldn't be tired.”

lewis nodded in agreement and toyed with his beer bottle before getting up also and huffing. looking up at him, y/n sent a small apologetic smile. he was truly a nice guy and the best date shes been on in awhile. lewis returned the smile and leaned in close as he passed by her.

“if you change your mind,” said lewis, breathing against her ear. “you know where to find me.”

with that, he walked away and turned to her, walking backwards toward the table of his friends, sending a wink. y/n shook her head at him. there was something magnetic between them, she wanted to run up to him and kiss him, but that was forward, even for a medic’s standard.

the music got louder and chatter became unbearable. maybe it was time for a change of scenery. or just to get away from her growing embarrassment. she headed for the door. glancing back at him, he faced away, listening to his friends talk, or at least that's what it looks like. she should've felt relieved about the situation, about the nice man and his offer, but she wasn't.

exiting the bar, she shivered at the slight wind of the night. the streets were lively, with the time of night, it was surprising. trams passed every twenty minutes and people wandered aimlessly, drunk or not down the road.

walking down the street, y/n thought back lewis. how his smile sent shivers down her spine and his laughter lifting her heart in this damned war. she wanted it. she couldn't even distract herself or find an indecent intention behind it. she needed to do something, but her thoughts lingered on him. his lips when pressed against the bottle, his stares full of hunger and lust. he was a soldier, and boy, she knew the hunger of a soldier.

it was wrong and horrible. but she decided. turning on her heel, she sauntered back into the bar and spotted him, still facing away from the door. that was about to change. the new found confidence was scary, but fitting for her needs, now all she had to do was not mess it up.

walking over to the man, she gently placed a hand on his shoulder and his head turned slightly. he looked up and there it was again, the same fiery look. it stopped y/n in her tracks. the confidence slipping from her grasp, but she caught it just in time. he sent her a smile and got up from the chair, bidding goodnight to his friends and holding her hand.

“i see youre taking up my offer,” he said, holding her hand tightly, “but dont get me wrong, i can be a decent guy.”

for the first time in awhile, y/n laughed. it wasnt much of what he said but more of her decision and what she was going to do.

“and i can be a decent woman.” said y/n.

“i guess for tonight, were neither.”

[multifandomlover01]

Marine or Woman…or Both?

Chuckler Juergens x Female!Corpsman!Reader

Word count: ~3.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marines still snuck out, however.

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

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

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

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

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

They approached you.

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

“Yes, I am.”

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

“Yes.”

“And Corpsman, that’s…?”

“Medical personnel.”

“You were tending to the wounded?”

“Yes.”

“How old are you?”

“I’m 24.”

“That’s how old I am!”

“I’m 23.”

“And I’m 22.”

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

“You’re all so young.”

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

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

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

You nodded.

“It is.”

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

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

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

You chuckled.

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

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

“That sounds lovely.”

You picked out several nice dresses.

The girls told you their names.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Have you ever had steak and eggs?”

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

“Well this place sells superb ones.”

“I’m excited to try it!”

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

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

“What’s the drinking age here?”

“18.”

“Oh.”

“Why? What is it in America?”

“21, same as the voting age.”

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

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

“What’ll you ladies have?”

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

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

“No.”

“Do you like ginger?”

“I like ginger ale.”

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

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

“Alright, coming right up.”

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

“Hello, ladies, how are you?”

“We’re doin’ just fine, Yank.”

“Would any of you care to dance?”

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

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

But you soon had your own problem.

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

“How’re you doin’, little lady?”

His words were quite slurred.

“I’m doing just fine.”

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

“You’re…you’re American?”

“Yes.”

“The hell you doin’ here, then?”

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

“Bullshit.”

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

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

He looked you up and down shamelessly.

“But you’re a woman.”

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

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

“With the 1st Marines, yes.”

“And you tended to the wounded?”

“Yes.”

Deja vu, right? [what?]

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

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

“Women don’t belong in the Marines.”

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

“So, uh, you operate as a Corpsman?”

“Yes.”

“That all you do?”

“Excuse me?”

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

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

“We men got urges.”

“Don’t I know,” you scoffed

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

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

“Really?”

“Really.”

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

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

“Let go of me.”

“Aw, come on, we’re just having fun.”

“I’m not.”

“Give it time, and you will.”

“No. Let go of me.”

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

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

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

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

“No! Let go of me!”

“Is there a problem here?”

Chuckler appeared behind him.

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

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

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

“Now beat it before I beat you.”

The smaller man scrambled away.

Chuckler watched him go with disgust.

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

“Are you alright, miss?”

Miss? Why had he called you miss?

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks, Lew.”

He blushed and chuckled.

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

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

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

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

But now he didn’t recognize you.

Was it the dress?

He had never seen you in a dress before.

Was it the hair?

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

Perhaps it was your entire appearance.

As mentioned earlier, you looked like a local girl.

Not a raggedy-assed Marine.

You had showered and had a complete change of clothes.

You looked completely different.

Maybe you shouldn’t blame him.

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

“Chuck, it’s me. It’s Y/F/N.”

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

“Oh…my god. You…you look gorgeous!”

“Th-thanks.”

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

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

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

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

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

But what would this mean for your friendship?

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

“Would you, uh, care to dance?”

“Why would you want to dance with me?”

“Cause I like you.”

“Like me?”

“Sure. Everyone likes you.”

“Oh.”

“Didn’t you know that?”

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

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

“Why would you want to make Hoosier jealous?”

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

“But do I even count?”

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

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

“Do you want to dance with me?”

“Kinda.”

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

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

“Would you dance with anyone else?”

“Maybe.”

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

“Oh, what, so I owe you now?”

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

“Never.”

“What?”

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

“Well I find that hard to believe.”

“Why?”

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

“All of them, apparently.”

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

“Alright, fine.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Chuck,” he greeted his friend.

“Hoos.”

“That’s a nice lady you have there.”

“Isn’t she just?”

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

“Fat chance of that happening, buddy.”

Hoosier smirked.

“Ma’am, would you like to dance?”

You simply shook your head.

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

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

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

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

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

You and Chuckler giggled as you continued to dance.

Hoosier snagged another girl fairly quickly.

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

You slapped him in the chest lightly for that comment.

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

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

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

“Since this morning.”

Chuckler chucked (haha).

“Really? That’s nice.”

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

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Good.”

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

“Hey Chuck?”

“Yeah?”

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

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

“Well...mission accomplished.”

“Yeah. You didn’t mind, did you?”

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

“Yeah.”

“No. Not at all.”

“And you’re not mad I lied to you?”

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

“Why?”

“I like you, too.”

Chuckler’s eyes widened.

“You do?!”

You nodded.

He picked you up and swung you around.

“Chuckler!” You exclaimed in surprise.

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

“Would you go out with me, Y/F/N?”

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

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

“Of course.”

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

[finish]

[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

–

( 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

[inglourious-imagines]

Love Me Tender (Lew "Chuckler" Juergens)

Requested by: @alienoresimagines

Summary: You died in a battle of Guadalcanal and now Chuckler has to live with the painful memories.

Prompt: 71 - For you, I would.

Author's Note: Al wanted some angst and angst she shall receive so guys, this is on her.

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Love me tender, love me sweet,

Never let me go.

You have made my life complete,

And I love you so.

The sun shone so bright the other day like nothing had happened the previous night. The world kept on turning. The war was still going on with no end in the nearest future. Everything was the same yet so different.

Lew Juergens was lying on the ground, with his eyes closed, looking rather relaxed and calm when his soul knew no such word as peace. The sunlight was dancing on his skin creating drops of sweat that rolled down his temples and yet it wasn't able to light up the darkness inside of him. 

Love me tender, love me true,

All my dreams fulfilled.

For my darling I love you,

And I always will.

His hand clenched the blood-stained dogtag unconsciously as it could bring her somehow back to him, to make him forget that he'd never be able to see her smile again, hear her voice, touch her soft hair, squeeze her hand in his, kiss her lips, embrace her in his arms, listen to her laughter, talk with her. It was all gone like sun disappears after a long day leaving nothing but darkness. 

Love me tender, love me long,

Take me to your heart.

For it's there that I belong,

And will never part.

Y/N's innocent laugh still echoed in his head and he found himself smiling again when replying the sweet memory. Chuckler hold it dearly to his heart, as close as possible, never wanting to come to the uncompromising reality of the turning world. Maybe the sun wasn't able to get through all the pain and suffering beneath his skin, but her voice, her laughter did the job of lightning his soul from the inside. 

Love me tender, love me true,

All my dreams fulfilled.

For my darling I love you,

And I always will.  

Despite all the fatigue and despair, the Marine kept on fighting the best he could and even though he wanted to give it all up, he didn't do such thing. "Live, Lew. Live the life you want to live." Y/N whispered on the last day of their never-ending happiness into his ear while taking in some of her last breaths. For her, he would.

Chuckler became more careful, more cautious, more deliberate. He still laughed with his fellow soldiers but his eyes kept on wandering around as if he was expecting for Y/N to pop out of nowhere with her typical sarcastic remark and a sweet kiss just for him to indulge. But that was not the case anymore.

Love me tender, love me, dear,

Tell me you are mine.

I'll be yours through all the years,

Till the end of time.

Chuckler was very well aware of the painful yet truthful reality but his heart wasn't able to quite process it. He heard the fatal sentence so many times from so many different people but he somehow still hoped somewhere in the back of his mind that it's not true, that they mistaked Y/N for someone else. They didn't - Y/N was dead and Chuckler could do nothing about it but cherish her memory in his heart.

Love me tender, love me true,

All my dreams fulfilled.

For my darling I love you,

And I always will.  

[auroralightsthesky]

I absolutely love your writings, they’ve really gotten me through a tough time. I wondering if you could please write headcanons about how Chuckler would deal with a partner who has anxiety?

Absolutely dahling!! I love writing for Chuckler (as well as the other characters) so whatever you wanna put in the drop box just ask away

Chuckler is a pretty observant guy so he picks up on the cues and what triggers the anxiety pretty quick

His first instinct is, depending on how bad it is, to get you to a place that's relatively quiet and wait for you to calm down enough to talk it through

If you have to let it all out at once, he'll gladly let you

But he'll also try and help you find something to keep you occupied (believe me when the nerves are frayed this does serious wonders)

He knows that talking about it helps alot, even if you feel like you can't talk about it, he'll encourage you to talk about it anyways

Because you did the same for him whenever he had something going on

It's not always easy to deal with for the both of you

Because there have been days where you both wanted to strangle each other

Over time, you teach each other the best ways to deal with it

But either way, you two are grateful for each other

[unflavored-tea]

Lew chuckler

Lew...

I never used that name for him.

Noone ever did.

But right now it was the only thing on my mind.

But if there ever was an appropriate situation to call him that, right now was the only time.

Lew...

I should call him that more often.

What a beautiful name.

What is a rose?

Maybe it was just because it was - his - name.

Because it was him.

I couldn't keep it in any longer.

'Lew...' I sighed in his neck.

I felt him tense up. Nothing.

Then,

[alienoresimagines]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[spotofimagines]

Picture ~ Hoosier Smith

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

Warnings: smoking

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" 'kay Leckie, you go."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nevermind.

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

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

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

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

Chuckler Dating an Artist Headcannons

Lew "Chuckler" Juergens x Artist!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're perfect..."

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

DUDE ASKS YOU TO MARRY HIM RIGHT THERE

You say yes, ofc!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sunset Daze 

Lew ‘Chuckler Juergens x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

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

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

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

“Big-time, huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Corpsman | War-tober #13

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

Fandom: The Pacific


Pairing: Lew “Chuckler” Juergens /Reader

Word Count: 
300+

Warning(s):  None.

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

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

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

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

“Got a problem, doc?”

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

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

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

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

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